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Is it strange that I’m a teenage girl but I still quote ‘Cat in the Hat’ in my everyday life.
I mean
It’s just
So damn
quotable
How can people not quote it every single day of their lives?
costume series: Ladies gold coloured clothing
[requested by anonymous]
Fly, Fly Away From Me (Angsty!Lotidge)
For @lotidge and @olkarianprincess because gosh darn it I should be studying.
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Lotor had never cared for birds. Small, stupid little things that never seemed to avoid such blatant decoys. Be it plastic or stuffed bait, birds would fall upon them. Thinking them family. She reminded him of a bird in that sense. Small and quick, yes. But stupid? Not at all. The Green Paladin of Voltron was a force to be reckoned with. Her intellect deadlier than any weapon she could ever wield. But that's not why she reminded the Galran Prince of a bird. Oh no. It was that undying kinship. Lotor had stumbled upon her searches for a man he could only assume was her brother. It was that near-reckless willingness to find him that reminded Lotor of a bird. A bird that could be caught. The Galran Prince had simply manipulated the data she would find to lead her into a trap. So eager she was! Disregarding her teammates warnings. Flying straight into the fire. And the sight of the Green Lion being shot out the sky should've...fulfilled Lotor in some vital way. But it didn't. The Lion fell from the sky. Crashing unto the land. Like a fallen star. A dead, decaying creature that was once full of life. Naturally, Lotor tracked the metal carcass down to make sure the Green Paladin was captured and secured. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He had wanted to hear that bird-like heartbeat slamming against her rib cage as he closed upon her. He had wanted to see the fear in her eyes. Not this. Not the lower half of her small body pinned down under the Lion's control panel. Bones, nerves, muscle all flattened and crushed to a pulp. Not the tree branch skewering her stomach. Bile and blood at war with each other underneath Lotor's boots. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He wanted her blood pumping and heart hammering. He didn't want this. He didn't want her head at that angle. Looking up at him in such a way that made it oblivious that her last moments had been far from peaceful. Gold eyes dull with Death. An arm outstretched. But to reached what? It took Lotor some time, but he found it. A ways away from the wreckage of the Green Lion. A small, seemingly insignificant thing really. A photo. One with a girl and boy. The boy Lotor instantly recognized as the rebel he had baited the Green Paladin with. But the girl? She was lovely. Willowy and small, beaming in the burnt, bloody photo. Hair long and beautiful. Gold eyes shining. Lotor's legs gave out as he went back to the Green Paladin's corpse. The realization taking a hold of him feeling not unlike drowning in fire. This mangles corpse. This small woman. This enemy to his empire. She had once been this girl. She had once been a beautiful creature with the promise of the future in her eyes and a body barely strong enough to cling to her brother properly. Lotor looked toward the corpse. And understood. He finally understood birds. With they're yearning to be with those they love, they're willing to risk it all. If only they can get a last embrace, a last spot of warmth. Only to be struck to the ground. But even bloody and broken, birds still cry. Cry for their kin, not knowing their fake, but still HOPING. Lotor looked at the bloodied woman. And wanted to cry. Birds! Stupid, stupid beautiful birds. He looked to the woman who had died in agony but still yearned for her brother more than anything, and all Lotor could do was clench his eyes shut and look away. Maybe he had been wrong about this woman. She wasn't as smart as he gave her credit for. No, no. This girl truly was a stupid bird. Caught up in a lions' game.
GUYS I NEED HELP!!!
So, as you all know, Golden Madness is my baby and when I'm not stressing out about college/senior year, I'm working on that.
And now the Retrace Arc is done.
BUT HOLY HECK-A-DOODLE do I need your help!!!
What I need from you guys is to tell me if there was anything you guys found confusing or want me to talk about in the Retrace's End announcement.
Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Pretty golden Pidge anyone???
I FEEL ATTACKED???? BUT THIS IS ALSO QUALITY ANGST????
lotor finding out how short human lifespans are compared to galra/altean for #angst
Just… just rip my heart out why don’t ya.
I wonder when he would tell her how long he’d live if that were the case. Imagine Pidge listing all the things she wants to do with him in her life, get married, establish peace, get a dog, get 7 more dogs, she starts listing accomplishments she wants to achieve at certain ages. She ends with “And by 90 or so we’ll be old and withered so we can retire in peace, finally a chance to relax!” And Lotor’s smile never slips off his face even when his heart is shattering into a million peaces at the inevitable future. He has to make sure to cherish every moment he can while he still has her.
Angsty Kuron/Pidge - Part 2 (Warning! Slightly NSFW)
Pidge Ship Week: Bonus Day 8 - Free Day
Which means that I gotta do some good ole fashioned Smutty Angst.
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He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.
He knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. His mind screamed at him to stop. Begged him to not do anything stupid.
Anything like this.
Anything that consisted of holding Pidge in his arms. HIS arms that is, not Shiro’s, where she THOUGHT she was. Anything that included pressing their lips together. Or following her to her room. But it was easy to do these things to her.
Heartbreakingly easily.
She let him in her heart with little resistance. So trusting, it made him sick and, at the same time, dizzy with glee. But…the hard part was convincing HIMSELF that the one she wanted was HIM, not the man he looked like.
That she wanted him, Kuron.
That the one who was supposed to feel the thin legs wrapped around his waist was actually HIM and not Shiro. The one who she wanted in her bed was HIM. HE was the one Pidge loved.
Not Shiro.
It was cruel to think otherwise. So Kuron chose to lose himself in her, in his lies. To lose himself in the way they dove down on her bed. In the way they moved together.
In the way the little woman before him peeled off her baggy shirt. Pale, freckled skin bare for him to see. Smiling against the vibrant blush on her face. Gold eyes shimmering in such a way that seemed to beg him to touch her.
He had to lie to himself then, that she loved him as he ran his hands along her skin. But God…did he love HER.
“Pidge.” Was all he could pant out as he rocked against her wet warmth. Hours, maybe minutes later. Naked in every way except the truth. His head buried in her hair. His voice practically BREAKING with need. Hands holding onto her like dying life.
“Oh God…Please…” Let him drown in her. Let him forget. Let him break and crumble underneath her gentle touch.
Let him be real in Pidge’s arms.
Let him fool himself in thinking that the one she was so eager to have between her legs was HIM. Let him lie to himself and say that the one she wanted in her bed was HIM. That the hands she wanted touching her chest were HIS.
Not Shiro’s.
She cried out, blunt nails scraping down his back. Catching on fabricated scars. Legs tightening around him. Shuddering and sobbing. And he tried not to think about how he deserved so much more pain for the lies he told her. For what they were doing right now.
She clung to him.
Kissed him.
Moved with him.
He didn’t last much longer after that. And, for once, he wasn’t riddled with guilt. Everything was just bliss. White-hot and gold. Everything was just her.
Pidge.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Even his whimpers were broken as he pressed kisses onto her neck, bare chest, and soft lips. Secretly, Kuron was happy. Ecstatic.
She was HIS now.
Not Shiro’s. Not Lotor’s. HIS. He finally had something to his name, something he could hold on to…
She smiled at him.
Skin slick with sweat. Glowing brighter than a candle. Bangs clumping against a damp forehead. She was a mess in his arms.
She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.
“I love you to.” There, that look in her golden eyes. That’s what broke him. With her hands on his face, its what made him dive down to claim her lips once more.
It’s what made him forget.
Forget who he was. What they just did. He felt real. He felt like a normal, actual human wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. God, if there even WAS one, let him stay like this. With her. With her love in his artificial heart. Let him be human with her. Their lips slotted together, messy and lazy.
Happy.
“Shiro…” Pidge breathed softly as her hands rubbed the red welts she left on his scar-riddled back. He stilled. Something vital draining out of him.
He broke.
Make no mistake, Kuron didn’t facially react. He just stared at the small, smiling woman below him. With the golden eyes soft with love. With the honey-hued hair sprawled all around her pillow. He traced the line of her bare shoulder.
His heart bleeding.
He should’ve known. Should’ve recognized that he could never be happy. Not when Shiro was all Pidge could see. Not when he wasn’t human in the way that mattered. Who was he kidding? She could never want HIM. She could never belong to HIM, despite what they just did.
Shiro still in her heart.
But for a second, a moment that will always haunt him, he had believed she had loved HIM, wanted HIM. Kuron looked down at the woman he loved. Who didn’t love him, not truly.
Not knowing whether to kiss her or kill her.
Pretty girls and pretty flowers 🌺 === Good lord today was hecktic, so sorry about the lack-luster post...
They had slept in the same bed out of necessity, but come morning...Lotor couldn't find it within himself to regret their decision. Even if she snored. Like really, really snored. But even still, Lotor couldn't help but snuggle closer. She was so warm...the Green Paladin wasn't sick was she? Taking a strand of her warmth-colored hair, Lotor mused on the small woman sleeping, snoring against him. Soft against his battle-worn hands. This woman, he thought. Troublesome to his Empire in every way. Troublesome to the Prince's own health! Pidge shifted. Moving on her side so that she faced him. Still snoring like a damn engine. But Lotor didn't care. How could he? Her face looked so soft like this. So young and relaxed in the morning light. Hair splayed all around her in maddening, illogical patterns. She looked so different like this. So much unlike the blasted little demon she became whenever they fought. He stared at her mouth. At the soft curves of her upper lip. The plushness of her bottom one. Then Lotor realized something. Realized something with a jolt so bad, the Prince nearly fell out of their shared bed altogether. He cursed her, cursed the little woman inching closer to him. All while wanting to laugh. Damn this little Thief of Hearts.
GUYS WE GOT SOME QUALITY CHARACTER STUDY!!!!
Seriously, love this girl and how she packs so much detail into everything she writes <3
She was selfish, it’s what got her places. She just didn’t realize it until then. -—— So holy quiznak I forgot to post this last night cause I finished it so late, but it’s posted on the proper date on AO3. Excuse the poorly written aspect of it, but it’s there.
There was always a distance between them. A bridge that, no matter how hard Shiro tried, he could never cross. She was always moving, making, creating. She was getting ahead of life faster than he ever would. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her to join them. To come with him and her family to unknown territories. Time was, and always will be, the killer.
“I shouldn’t be so enamored with you, I know.” She tried to struggle out of his grip, to bite his hand, but his other hand was wrapped around her shoulder threateningly.
Claws sinking into the skin.
“Let go of me!” Pidge tried her best to spit in his face. To get him away from her. His claws grazed her mouth, as if he was trying to map their shape out. But he remained close.
Too close.
“But is it wrong that I want to keep you here, with me, forever?” He was warm, his hands and body so near her own, was almost gentle as he handled her. His eyes soft with…something.
Soft with a sort of madness.
YES, I love you
Hey guys i love drawing dragons and i want to practice doing some so the first 20 people to like or reblog this post will get their icon drawn as one
“Are you…ok?”
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Pidge Ship Week 2017: Day 3 - Sacrifice
Some Younger!Keith Angst for the soul
Keith found him outside. It's where his dad would usually escape to at night. With a bottle of whiskey by his side, Mr. Kogane would just sit there. Rocking back and forth of the porch swing and stare up at the sky. Until he either passed out from exhaustion or the whiskey. But it was usually the whiskey. Keith never disturbed his dad whenever he was like this. But Keith, still only six, had a very pressing dilemma before him. He couldn't sleep. So what else could he do but go to his dad? With his little heart beating in his chest, the little boy opened the mesh door of their house to venture outside. With his dad. Mr. Kogane was a huge man. Rugged from his work both on their farm and in the auto shop he worked at. He was handsome to, according to Keith's gossipy teachers. But Keith didn't find the worn lines on his father's face attractive at all. Just scary. "Dad?" Mr. Kogane startled, looking for the source of the voice. Eyes meeting his son's. He looks sad, thought Keith. There was a weakness to his otherwise strong father in that moment. A wetness to his eyes that startled Keith. Mr. Kogane trying to choke something out of his fumbling mouth. The moonlight washing over them. "P-Pal! What'er you doing up so late?" "Couldn't sleep..." Keith looked down at his bare toes on too-small PJs instead of his father's face. Still started by the sudden weakness in his otherwise strong father. "Pal...Aw c'mon. Get over here." Keith obeyed. Hoping onto the porch swing while his dad tried, in vain, to discreetly put the whiskey away. But that didn't matter. His father embracing him. How could Keith not melt into it? How could he not take comfort in the bigger, warmer body all around him? Sure, his dad smelled like whiskey and oil. But he was his dad And Keith loved him. "You're a lot like your mom, you know that?" Keith stilled. His dad never talked about his mom. EVER. "You got them smart, sharp eyes. Can hardly keep up with ya Pal." His father laughed, big and booming as he pulled back to ruffle Keith's hair. Tears in his eyes. "Sometimes...Sometimes I wonder if she can us from up there. If she loves us just as much as we love her. If..." Turning his head, Mr. Kogane pointed with a callous hand at the stars above them. Shining, glittering. Like pretty things Keith and his dad couldn't even HOPE to have. His father started sobbing. Pulling Keith close, the grown man sobbing into his son's rumpled PJs. Wailing like his heart was being crushed. And maybe it was. "If we could ever give you the life you deserve Pal."
"Mothman Squad" just floating zero gravity, as you do. <3 === I decided to do a different Pidge ship every day just because I think they all need a lil love. And because I just want Pidge to be happy 😭 ===
Pidge Ship Week: Day 1 - Trust
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He had hurt her.
“I trusted you! You promised me! You promised…” Sobs, loud and ugly, over took the Green Paladin’s small body. Her heart hurting too much. How could he? How could he? Was the only thing she could repeat in her head to keep her sane.
- Golden Madness, Chapter 7: Beloved, You Are
=== Sorry guys! I had to! ;)))))
GUYS PLEASE
I think people forget just how starved we writers are for feedback. Like every time someone tells me how much they liked my writing or how it touched them I do an internal breakdance while crying for five minutes straight.
CHAPTER 15 IS OUT!
I REPEAT!
CHAPTER 15 IS OUT!
First Chapter-related post on Tumblr, so I honestly don’t know what to say except…SUFFER.
HAHA I’m joking! (no…not really)
So @lotidge @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @risingpheonix527 (people I know who have DEFINITELY read GM) Enjoy!
Ok but how about some Angsty Kuron/Pidge???
He knows.
He knows how much the person he's SUPPOSED to be, the person he is to Voltron, loves her. Loves that cunning little firecracker of a woman. He knows. He understands.
Because so does he.
But when she looks at him with those gilded gold eyes, how can he not want to break down then and there? How can he not want to grab her, shake her and tell her to look at HIM. Not who she thinks he is. Because every soft look, every smile she gives him...they aren't his.
They're Shiro's.
The man he looks like, sounds like, walks like, breathes like. The man everyone looks up to. The man Pidge loves. The man whose lucky enough to be the recipient of such precious affection.
And he can never be him.
No matter how much he wants to be.
IM ALREADY ON IT
Hoiylien, as she found out, was a planet full of elemental-wielding architects who nearly worshiped the weapon dubbed Voltron. Oh, and they tried to kill her. He tried to look past that part.
THE WAIT IS OVER!
The Shidge Zine is now open for preorders. Starting from September 15th it will run until October 15th.
This zine project is all about the wonderful relationship between Shiro and Pidge (in all its shapes and forms and sweetness), and it will be showcased with full color art and written stories.
The physical copy of the zine will be 5.5 x 8.5 inches of full color glory.
As this is a charity zine all proceeds will go towards “Freedom Service Dogs” and “Girls Who Code”
The zine comes in 5 different options
1. PDF ONLY- $10 This will contain only the digital PDF of the zine in full color.
2. ZINE ONLY- $20 A physical copy of the zine, printed and bound in full color. With 90+ pages
3. BACHOO BUNDLE- $30 A physical copy of the zine + 6 postcards + one 2-inch acrylic charm by Phalangieee
4. BLAM BUNDLE - $30 A physical copy of the zine + 6 postcards + one 2-inch acrylic charm by Meteorysh
5. LIMITED EDITION BUNDLE- $45 A physical copy of the zine + PDF zine + 12 individual postcards + a 8.5x11 inch exclusive print + two 2-inch acrylic charms + an exclusive acrylic keychain
Bundles Bachoo and Blam cannot be swapped or items mixed, they are a predetermined set. Orders will begin shipping mid-November from the USA.
For a more detailed description of the item(s) included in the listing, please check the links above.
“Golden Madness” mood boards I made last night when I should’ve been studying.
BUT HEY!
GM should update really soon! So be prepared for an all-Lotor chapter 😘
Reblog if…
You post Shidge and would be cool being listed on a positive Shidge blog list! And let me know if you are/aren’t discourse free.
Someone was doing one of these a while ago but I think it got discontinued so I wanted to make an up to date one <3
Gah!!! Did this in the last 5 min of study hall!!!
Headcanon: Pidge does where a binder if only to better pass off better as a boy. T-shirts and uniforms weren’t always loose enough that that she could afford to wear a normal sports bra. Incidentally her binder is all she has in space. It takes months for Pidge to work up the courage to ask Allura if they can find the Altean equivalent of a regular bra. The relief when Allura tells her they have some in storage and they’re even adjustable brings a true sigh of relief to poor Pidge.
The shock however when she realizes that the terrible aches in her chest weren’t just from prolonged binding but from her boobs actually deciding to grow. She’d grown a full cup size in the last year and a half. Her unbound chest actually starts to fill out her sweater. The first time she shows up to training like that, Shiro walks into a wall.
It doesn’t help that she now has to readjust her armor to fit over her chest.