Zodiac signs of the gang bc I said so lol
Allura: Libra
Keith: Pisces
Lance: Gemini
Pidge: Pisces
Hunk: Scorpio
Sven: Taurus
Romelle: Aquarius
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Been having trouble putting words on paper - digitally speaking. I get writer’s inertia: the less I write, the less I am inspired to write. So - I’m writing - anything, random scenes, etc… The wordsmith’s equivalent of a “warmup sketch” if you will. Have a snippet that could be an extension of Hades’ Covenant.. or something. I do always intend to finish what I’ve started and hope to have a proper update to something soon, but in the meantime… random scene!
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A low grumble echoed around the room as the deposed king slowly raised his eyes irritably from the parchment in front of him to the young girl across the room.
“Careful.”
Serpentine eyes slid sideways to lock with his son’s warning stance.
Lotor’s body remained taut, his lips pressed thin and his lethal expression narrowed on his father. To his credit, his palms remained around either end of the unfurled scroll he had open before him and did not reach for his saber at his side - an act that did not go unnoticed by the elder.
“Tch,” he snuffed, looking back toward the maps stretched in front of his war table. Lotor’s eyes lingered on the old man.
[[MORE]]“There!”
Zarkon leaned back abruptly in his chair as the little girl thrust a chubby wrist in front of him, pointing to a place on the map in front of him.
A brief look of concern flashed across his face as he heard his son roll up the map in his hands and stride over. Zarkon scooted back further from the table as wide, brown eyes enshrined in dark amber stared up at him, and he ensured enough distance that his son could not mistake any threat as the little girl leaned closer.
“I want to conquer this!” She looked over as Lotor approached, peering over to see what she had pointed out.
“And why is that,” he inquired gently.
“Umm,” she withdrew her hand and tucked it under her chin in a manner she had seen her father do many times when regarding maps. Or documents. Or, really anything that didn’t involve a battle. Allura had always been better with- “I like the snow.” Her words interrupted his train of thought as she pointed out the snow-covered peaks.
“Very good,” he praised, paying no mind as Zarkon stood up and stepped away from his war table; once pristine with maps of local and distant threats, potential resources and strategies, now turned into a child’s playpen.
“It is?” Her eyes lit up at the praise.
“It’s good to know what you want,” he confirmed. “So. Do you want the snow that is there?”
“Can I have it?”
Pride swelled in Lotor’s chest at the hope and desire that echoed out at him. She was still too young to go out on an actual campaign - something his nervous wife was going to hold him to to the very day she came of age, he was certain - but she was showing all the excitement for planning it well in advance.
“Of course, though it may melt once you bring it back here. It’s too warm to stay here.”
The young girl continued to consider her spoils of war.
“What about a big box?”
“A cold box?” A snowy eyebrow arched as she bobbed her head up and down. “You would only be able to play with it inside the box,” he pointed out.
Zarkon couldn’t contain the eyeroll as he pretended to look busy studying the maps hanging on the wall, his back studiously turned to his son and granddaughter.
Still.
Even he of all people had to acknowledge that an unexpected thread of conquest laced her veins, despite her maternal line’s counter-inclination toward such activities.
He chanced a regarding glance over his shoulder toward the child. Pointed ears poked from beneath voluminous silver hair, the faintest touch of gold reflecting off the strands in just the right light. Despite the lineage, it was clear the child was Drule and proud; her cheekbones sturdy even in her youth against her mist-colored skin.
And yet - there.
The ceaseless, damnable haunting.
As the girl tilted her head in her grandfather’s direction, the unusually rounded chocolate eyes glanced his way once more. Despite their customary place against a honeyed backdrop, her gaze was entirely foreign to the Drule, and Zarkon felt the bones in his body tighten every time she looked his way. Eyes he had only ever seen once before, but he had had the carnal joy to witness the life leave them as he thrust his blade.
And now they watched him. With curiosity, nonetheless, as if the man were taunting him from beyond the grave. Perhaps he was.
Damn you, wretched king - first your daughter to unseat me. Now you watch me.
The sound of Lotor’s cough drew his senses back to the present just long enough to realize he was scowling at his granddaughter.
Damnable Arusian women, he thought dryly, turning back to his maps.
“There is a growing presence in the Eastern Front of the Crimson Quadrant,” he offered after a moment passed.
“Oh?” Lotor’s defensive posture straightened as his father resumed his role as war council. “Concern?”
“Not yet. Though a heavy hand might mitigate any issues in the future.”
“I will discuss it with Allura,” Lotor murmured, considering the option. “Father-” the clipped warning tone practically growled out of his throat at the sound of his father’s laugh. “How dare-”
“No, no - How dare you, my son,” Zarkon snapped back, his amusement evaporating into annoyance. “If you think her so fragile as to be troubled by my ridicule.”
Lotor paused, stunned for a moment. His head cocked to the side as if he hadn’t heard the old man clearly.
“…Did you just… complem-”
“Of course not, you damned idiot!”
Zarkon blundered past the shocked king and made his way out of the war room. A moment rolled by in silence before a gentle tug roused him from his stupor.
“…Are you alright, Father?”
Lotor blinked and glanced down to a very concerned daughter, staring up as him, fingers curled around his palm.
“I… I am,” he affirmed, leaning over to scoop her up into his arms.
“Is grandfather mad?”
Difficult question - the codger was always angry about something. Justified or not was not important.
“I actually think he’s beginning to warm up to your mother,” he murmured, finding the statement bewildering as he spoke it. “But let’s not tell her that, okay? Our secret.”
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One thing I do miss from DOTU compared to VLD is just how genuinely frightening some of the robeasts were.
I mean, look at this shit.
Compare those to bullshit they call robeast in VLD.
They’re cool, but you look me in the eye and tell me which ones you think are scarier.
Even the fucking treebeasts.
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i yearn for dotu plot with vld inspo everyday. the VLD galaxy garrison knowing about the galra and covering up what happened during the kerberos mission always makes me think about how the DOTU galaxy alliance was training scouts to fight against them … augh
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I was almost like “GET HIM OUTTA THERE” but then I remembered he pilots a robot lion
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Into The Fire
When Allura finds herself pinned between a rock and a hard place when her guardians make plans for an arranged wedding to a prince she’s never met, Allura decides in a moment of desperation to counter with the only option she can think of: approaching the one person who has openly promised her both wedding vows and protection for her people. As Lotor begins to realize there is so much more to the situation than mere control and possession, Allura combats strange, otherwise unknown desires she had never felt before as she seeks refuge and protection from a situation and person she never dreamed possible.
“You’re considering my offer,” he finally articulated aloud, coaxing a flinch from the petrified woman. Her teeth bit down sharply on her bottom lip and for a brief moment he worried she might draw her own blood.
A listless shrug, and her shaky voice replied in whisper, not daring to meet his gaze.
“…At least I have a small assurance from you I won’t find myself assassinated.”
Fandom: Voltron: Defender of the Universe (1984)
Rating: G (For now)
Couple: Lotor/Allura
Type: Multi-Chapter
Find it on AO3: Chapter 1
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Another new thing I discovered suing Ellipsus that is really neat. It has a running word count at the top which is cool, but if I highlight a section - it will automatically change the wordcount to the selection as you’re highlighting, rather than the document total. No need to go to file>tools>Word Count or whatever Google Dicks made me do. This is great.
I feel so free.
Also yes, this counts as a little teaser.
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By Starlight
After the boys throw Allura an elaborate birthday party as a way to show how much they care, it’s the quiet, clandestine meeting she has after darkness falls that brings the best gift. [From Tumblr Prompts List]
“Allura.”
Her hip pressed into the side of the balcony ledge at the deep timbre to his voice. While he didn’t use the loud volume as he was often prone to doing, the power that reverberated behind the word was unmistakable.
“Lotor,” she replied simply, her own voice taut with apprehension. She swallowed, a tightness forming in her abdomen. Her attention flickered to the stars peeking out overhead; how had he been so silent? Where was his warfleet - or robeast? Had he come alone? Her pulse quickened.
“I heard it was your birthday today. And you didn’t invite me.”
Fandom: Voltron: Defender of the Universe (1984)
Rating: G
Couple: Lotor/Allura
Status: Complete (One-Shot)
Find it on AO3: By Starlight
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I always feel weird when I see people shipping Allura with Romelle, because as someone who grew up watching DOTU, where they were COUSINS, even if they aren’t in VLD, it still feels wrong to me.
No hate to anyone who does ship them.
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I cannot describe how much these scared me as a kid. The only time that Voltron lost a fight. I am fairly sure that the Voltron Force all died and were brought back by the angel.
No one talks enough about the Omega Comet. The one threat Voltron couldn’t defeat.
