#and starfaring-princelotor you really do

[fairy-cat-mother]

Tagging Game

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by the lovely, awesome and handsome @starfaring-princelotor​ alsdkfjs;dlfkj I saw that you had The Darkest Hour in there and just. you K i l l e d  me. DED. It makes me so heppi that you like my song enough for it to be up there with your favorites. So happy <3 TT^TT <3

Alright, here goes nothin’!

Nickname: Okay, so I’ve never really had a nickname. My little brother called me “Vava” when we were growing up bc he couldn’t say my name aldsfkjas;lfk. On tumblr and discord, people usually just call me Fairy. So, yeah? Das it. Otherwise, it’s just Maria.

Zodiac: Aquarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Aries Rising...I kinda like astrology a lil a lot :3

Height: 5’2’’ (most of my students are taller than me fml)

last movie I saw: Just watched Han Solo yesterday. It was p good.

last thing I googled: “Galaxy Lotor art” ...I just want my two fav things together...mah boi, and the stars.

favorite musician: Ohdamn, I can’t just pick one...if I haaaad to...hmm...ermmmfff...okay, I’m a SUCker for soundtrack music, so Joe Hisaishi or Two Steps From Hell.

Song stuck in my head: Fucking...Baby Shark. My students are relentless. They know it gets stuck in my head so easily. Those lil shits take advantage of it so mucH. It’s okay. I’ll get them back... >:3 with some weird “oldhead” music... SomeBODy once told me the WORLD is gonna roll me~ aaaaaaahaaa :P ….okay, but when it’s not Baby Shark, usually it’s Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon bc that song comes on shuffle all the time in my car. But I’m not complaining ‘bout that one <3 also sometimes that one heckin’ awesome Dragonborn cover by Malukah too.

other blogs: None yet. Though, I have been thinking about starting one for posting my music stuff (I’m hopefully going to get a new mic soon and start recording more. So, maybe...)

Do I get asks: Sometimes, and I always love it when I do :3

following: 630. Welldamn. I don’t even remember half of these. I should go through and clean out.  

amount of sleep: I wish I had a consistent at-least-7 hours per night...but it’s more like 4 here, 8 there, naps when I come home and inevitably fall asleep on the couch. I’m workin’ on it.

lucky number: 7

what I’m wearing: A Huggle Hoodie. Or as I like to call it, a blanket dress. The most comfy thing in the world. I’m swimmin’ in it and it’s great. I’m so warm. And cozy. :3

dream job: Musician. Author. Professor. Children’s Theatre Director. I want to inspire people to feel and think and grow and learn—to own their creativity in whatever it is they choose to do <3 

dream trip: I love to explore, so anywhere really. But I definitely have a soft spot for trees and water. So anywhere with those things is great. Just like, hike all day and chill and listen to the babbling water, maybe take a swim if it’s safe. Yeahhhh :3 Also, Japan. I’ve wanted to go since I was like 9. And Ireland. I wanna sit in on some trad sessions with mah penny whistle a;lsdkjfa;lsdkfj

favorite food: Lettuce. I’m not even kidding. I fucking love lettuce. Like, I will eat that shit whole, plain, for a snack, whatever. Gimme the CRONCHy GREENSTUFF ;lakjs;lfkjasdf ...also I love ramen a whole lot. Like, real ramen. With the miso and soft boiled egg and chāshū mmmmMMMM~

play any instruments: Yeh! :3 Flute, violin, piano, ukulele, and penny/tin whistle. I dabble in others, like guitar and drums...and I’m always picking up new ones to learn i can’t staaahp. I’d really like to get a harp...but they’re just so damn expensive. One day, maybe.

languages: English, some French, some Japanese, and a liiiittle bit of Spanish.

favorite songs: Ohboiiii, too manyyyy. Better Together by Jack Johnson, A Fairy’s Love Song by Jean Luc Lenior, Far Horizons by Jeremy Soule, I Still Don’t Know Who I Am by Barnes Blvd., Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra, The Path of the Wind by Joe Hisaishi, Better Things by Headshine, Seven Years by Norah Jones, Such Great Heights by The Postal Service, Hotel Song by Regina Spektor, Ocean Kingdom & Rise Above & Enigmatic Soul & Undying Love all by Two Steps From Hell (omfg, i love these guyysss ;alksjfal;dsfkj), it’s space music timeAmong the Stars by Louis Viallet, The Edge of the Universe by Alex Doan, Theory of Rain & Age of the Universe by Elephant Music (I’ve actually really been into this playlist on YouTube lately...space musicccc asd;flaksjdf;ljf <3)...so many more, but i’mma stahp now, bc this is already long AF.

Random fact: Being in deep water sorta scares me. But I still like swimming. I’m just a lil scared and feel like something’s gon’ grab my toes and CRONCH a;lsdkfjalsdfj

describe yourself as aesthetic things: Lavender bushes, wild flowers, coffee shops and old books, green tea, fireflies in a field on a summer night, the moment before a thunderstorm rolls in, rain when the sun is shining, reading with a flashlight under the covers, the purples and blues in sunsets on the beach, flickering candlelight, a cottage in the woods on a rainy day, creating rainbows in the misty water from a hose, swinging on a swing set, writing a letter by the moonlight, rainbow fairy lights, oversized sweaters, car rides with the windows down, shooting stars, Saturn rings, galaxy prints.

I tag @legendofcarl (even though you’re already tagged, izza double-tag yo! >:3), @bookerror and @ghostarian !! <3

[ghostiehatesithere]

Carry On Chapter 1

A young Prince Lotor stood in the reserved balcony room with his father, watching the fights down below in the Pit. He was confused because usually Zarkon would barely even acknowledge his existence. However, he was eager to please the larger than life Galra that was his father and didn’t question the chance to spend time with him.

Zarkon stood directly in front of the glass overlooking the arena, his arms folded behind his back. Lotor stood beside him, mirroring his stance. He tried to ignore the presence of Haggar but despite her being on the other side of his father, it felt as though she was looming over him. Focusing his gaze on the arena, he watched a large group of drones struggle to drag someone into view. 

A screen appeared before the young prince to give him a closer look. It was a large alien that looked as though it could have easily stood shoulder to shoulder with his father. They were restrained by a straight jacket and a muzzle and yet the drones barely managed to move them forward as they angrily struggled. Their thick reptilian tail thrashed, and if it managed to hit a drone, then it would go flying in a spray of broken metal. 

They had dark grey skin that was smattered with black scales, his eyes were black with glowing green irises that had narrow slits for pupils. There were dark horns curling out of the sides of his head, one of which had just impaled another drone. They bore sharp white teeth that looked like they could easily rend flesh from bones. Their legs reminded the prince of Kova’s hind legs but their toes were clawed and didn’t seem able to retract. 

The drones scurried away from the monstrous entity and as soon as they left, the alien violently ripped the restraints away as if they were made of paper. “ZARKON!” they roared thunderously, their guttural voice reverberated through the young prince’s chest. Lotor glanced at his father before abruptly returning his attention forward when various screens appeared displaying Zarkon’s face. 

“I have brought a special treat for you all today. The former Kelekonian King, or rather one of them. He will be facing off against Commander Sendak.” 

The crowd erupted into an uproar at the appearance of one the most respected commanders of Zarkon’s fleet with two swords in hand. Lotor barely knew the commander but from the few interactions that the two had, the young prince knew that Sendak never hid his disdain for him. The change in the former king was almost instant. HIs hackles were raised and his pearly white teeth were bared. 

Sendak didn’t visibly react to the aggressive behavior and merely tossed a sword to the former King who deftly caught it in one of his hands. “This will be the only handicap that you will ever get.”

The alien inspected the weapon before tossing it away, sneering at the muscular Galra. “I don’t need it but I hope you don’t mind that I revoke yours.”

Without a warning the alien lunged at Sendak, startling the commander. All that Lotor was able to see was the splattering of blood on the ground. Sendak was clutching the side of his face as he screamed in pain. This was Lotor’s first time watching the fight and he hadn’t expected such gore. He thought the fights were until someone was knocked out, not to the death. He felt sick to his stomach, unable to tear his gaze away from the eyeball that had been torn from Sendak’s face. The blood and gore clinging to the alien’s hand as he gazed down at the screaming Commander with a cold indifference. “You know, I never really bought in to the concept of revenge.” 

Sendak staggered to his feet and swiped at the alien with his sword. The alien easily dodged the sloppy swing as Sendak had yet to get used to having only one eye let alone the pain of having it clawed out of the side of his face. The alien merely swung his leg and sent Sendak flying across the arena. Lotor watched in shock as Sendak’s body bounced and rolled to a stop with the alien following at a leisurely walk. The commander tried to stand up only for the alien king to slam it back down with his foot, stretching his toes out to keep his sharp nails from sinking into Sendak’s flesh. “I’m starting to understand it's appeal.” His voice was quiet but the microphones from the security drones circling the arena. Lotor could feel the pure rage rolling off of the foreign fighter that so easily detained one of their strongest. 

However this isn’t the boiling rage that Lotor was used to. This wasn’t the kind of rage that made soldiers beat impossible odds or make them take out entire fleets on their own. This was a cold rage that could make a person do unspeakable things. Shivers run down Lotor’s spine as he watched the alien lift his arm and a white light enveloped it. Without a single change in expression, he brought that hand down onto Sendak’s shoulder and the prince flinched at the wet squelch and the crunch of bone as they severed Sendak’s arm from his body. His screams made Lotor’s hair stand on end. 

Lotor felt though he was in a trance as he watched the alien take the sword from Sendak’s detached arm and weighed it in his hand. Everyone watched with baited breath as they waited for him to make his next move and by the time he made it, it was too late to stop him. All Lotor could register was the sword heading in his direction. It wasn’t until the last minute that Lotor fully realized that it was coming at him. 

Or his father more accurately. 

Lotor assumed that the particle barrier would protect him and his father but he watched his father leap back as the sword was buried halfway through the particle barrier. If Zarkon had remained in his previous position, the weapon would have impaled him through the head. Lotor looked down into the Pit to see a small squad of drones and soldiers swarming around the Kelekonian but the  The look on Zarkon’s face was one that he would never forget. For the first time in his life, Lotor saw fear on his father’s face.

This was stupid. He knew it was stupid but his interest was piqued. He was curious. Lotor wanted to look into the eyes of the person that scared his father and see what manor of monster would make Zarkon show fear. He snuck through the gladiator prison and paused when he found the cell labeled with danger signs. His governess would have his hide if she found out that he was about to do this. He hurried to open the door before before the guards rotated on their shift. With a deep breath of courage, Lotor slipped into the cell, knowing fully well that he might be trapping himself with a monster.

He had curled in on himself, expecting to be attacked the moment the beastly alien saw him. However, many heartbeats passed and the prince had yet to be ripped to shreds. He glanced around, as his eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting of the cell. The Kelekonian that the Galra had taken to calling “The Beast” was huddled in a corner sleeping with his tale curled over his toes. 

He didn’t ooze power and rage like in the arena. Instead he seemed exhausted and deflated, as though he had nothing left to give. That didn’t stop Lotor from being cautious as he was careful to keep his footsteps quiet while he padded through the cell, taking in the scratches and dents in the walls. He also noticed that The Beast had white hair just like him. It didn’t have the purple tint that his did but it was more of a pure white like starlight that seemed to float around their shoulders like a cloud. 

He’d been so busy taking his appearance that he didn’t notice the Kelekonian king was awake and staring directly at him. “What do you want boy?" There was no fire and venom in his voice nor was it raised but it startled young prince startled nonetheless. 

His pupils weren’t needles amidst a sea of green like the night before, instead they were round pools of black and surrounded by the green of his iris, making him seem a little less like he’d rip Lotor’s throat out like he did with Sendak. HIs posture was completely relaxed and his head was still in it’s tilted position from when he’d been sleeping. “Are you deaf boy?”

Lotor growled at the large warrior that looked like he could toss him around like a rag doll. “My name is not boy. I am Prince Lotor.”

“Good for you boy. Why should it matter to me?” the Kelekonian retorted, rolling his eyesl

Lotor impatiently crossed his arms and pouted, “Usually it’s polite to introduce yourself after someone gives you their name.”

“It’s not very polite to talk to your uncle like that, now is it?”

Lotor furrowed his brow in confusion, “My father does not have any siblings."

The Kelekonian finally turned his head to look at him. There was shock in his wide green eyes before a deep sorrow and hurt overtook them. “He never told you about us.” He searched the child’s gaze for any form of deception, and felt his heart clench when he saw nothing but questions in the child’s eyes. 

He sighed and folded his legs, turning to fully face the boy in front of him. “Let me tell you a story, child.”

Hey guess what! It’s the end of the chapter and I’m kind of proud of myself. I only needed 2 drafts to get it right. This is only chapter 1 and this story will mostly follow through Lotor’s point of view. A Kelekonian is an alien race that I created on my own. They look rather humanoid and could almost pass for human if it weren’t for their legs and the colorful scales that dot their skin like freckles. They are very open with their emotions which can both help and hinder them depending on who you ask.

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[motheroflittlelions]

Lotor’s Gift

(Author’s note - this is a VLD fan fic with an fem oc. Currently SFW but will definitely not end that way. Originally meant to be a one shot, but I’m currently working on more! Please read and let me know what you think. I’ve never written fan fiction before so if you could be gentle, darlings, I would love you forever!)

<Special shouts to @starfaring-princelotor @myamoonseeker @fairy-cat-mother for inspiring the confidence to dip my toe into this pool of Lotor Love!>

Your eyes didn’t want to open. Oh, that’s wrong. One of your eyes couldn’t open. It was swollen shut, but you don’t remember how it got that way. You tried to reach up for an investigative touch only to discover your hands were chained behind your back. Ice water seemed to flood your veins. You groaned as you realized you were laying on your right side on a hard steel floor.

“Inform the Empress that the prisoner is finally awake,” you heard a rough voice call out.  

The hollow sound of boots walking away from you sounded like blasts against the hull of your last transport, hammering in your head and making it throb. You were trying to figure out just what happened.  The last thing you remember was…

Lotor. You were trying to get to Lotor.

The information had come to you and the others at the outpost near the Ullipa system that there was going to be an assassination attempt when he finally returned to face his father. It was supposedly because of information the Witch was able to drag out of Throk before he succumbed to the torture practiced on him by her druids.

You don’t know who the message originated from, and you figured it could be a plant to try to root out any spies but Lotor had to be warned. The risk was too great and you had to try to stop him from being harmed. He had always been friendly to you whenever he and his Generals were out in the district.  They didn’t travel out your way too often, but his trips had become more frequent as of late.

The last time, though, was the most memorable. He had brought a gift from a mineralized planet, just for you. A necklace made with one of the shimmering stones that reflected prisms of light around the wearer when they were near someone they desired. It had shimmered slightly when Lotor put his arms around your neck to place the necklace against your skin. As the clasp connected you couldn’t help but wonder exactly who the stone was reacting to. You felt a little panicked when you saw his eyes slowly trace down your face to your neck, looking at the flickering stone. His lips barely twitched, but your eyes caught the movement.  You noticed he wasn’t in a hurry to move his arms, keeping them around you in a loose hold.

You glanced up through your eyelashes at him, blushing furiously at the magnificent Prince standing so close.  He smiled his self-assured little smirk at you, knowing you were pleasantly uncomfortable with his intimate proximity.  “He knows I like him,” you thought, wanting to sink into a wormhole and be whisked millions of light years away.

“A little gift for you to remind you of me,” he whispered, “as it made me think of you.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips against your cheek as you felt a delightful shiver race down your back.

“Thank you, Sire, for such a lovely and generous gift,” you stammered, trying to regain control of your voice. He grinned at you being so flustered, so he pressed his advantage and, as he slowly started to remove his arms from your neck he brought one hand to your face, trailing his thumb down your cheek to your bottom lip. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath, until he stopped moving with one hand against your cheek while the other had found its way to your waist.  

“You really should breathe, you know,” he said, with a bit of a chuckle.

“Yes, Sire,” you said, trying to remember what words were. Looking into his eyes you could feel the intensity of him. As far as anyone knew at that moment, nothing else existed in his world but you. Well, at least until one of his generals coughed.

“We really should be going, Prince Lotor,” she said. It was the shorter of the four women who made up his personal envoy. She didn’t look very pleased with the situation. “We have a rendezvous point we must get to very shortly,” she said, looking at her data pad.

“Thank you, Axca,” he said, resignedly. You could feel the cool air rush in the instant he let go. He was still looking into your eyes and gave you a wink.  

“Until next time, my dear,” he said, placing his hand over the stone at your throat. “Please do make sure you take care. I would be very disappointed to not see you again,” his voice dropping to a whisper, as he slowly lowered his hand and turned towards his generals. They swiftly left the room and you ran to the observation window, scanning the stars for his ship. It was pulling away, heading away from you and taking the Prince back to his world.

You could feel that stone in your right pants pocket as your weight pressed against it on the floor. At least the guards hadn’t confiscated it.

The door slid open and all of the guards snapped to attention. The Witch was here, looking at you from across the room. Neither making a move toward you nor away, just observing.

“Has she said anything of her mission?” Haggar asked the guard closest to you.

“No, Highness.  She only recently regained consciousness and has yet to speak,” he answered.  

Haggar regarded him with a searching look before she was satisfied by his response. She slowly turned her eyes to you. You couldn’t see much, as the only eye you could open refused to focus.

“Hmmm, I have a feeling she knows something. Perhaps she even knows where my son is,” Haggar said, mostly to herself.

You inwardly recoiled, trying hard not to give anything away. Lotor had your loyalty. You would not betray him. Not even by accident. And, especially, not to her.

The Witch crouched down in front of you, mere inches away, searching your face without saying a word. The willpower you displayed in keeping your visage still, refusing to release even the tiniest bit of information, was staggering.

“You want to play with me, do you?” she said, menacingly. “Well, I’ll make sure it’s a game you’ll never forget.”

She stood up and turned to the guard. “Take her to the interrogation chambers. I’m sure we can convince her to loosen her tongue,” she hissed.

As you were hauled to your feet you realized the chains around your wrists were also connected to your ankles. The chances of escape were slim, especially since you didn’t even know where you were. As you were being pulled out of the room something caught your eye.  

A shimmer of light. From your pocket. You smiled to yourself. “Things are about to get interesting,” you thought, as you heard the faint sound of a sword being pulled from a scabbard. He had come for you.

[apocalypsolollipop]

Castlevania

OK, I have been watching Castlevania and I really like the visuals, but the storyline is a bit tacky imho...

I wonder what people in Romania think about the show... I have been annoying everyone by impromptu renditions of: “Oh Wallachia! They killed my WIFE!!!” It’s a wonder nobody has impaled me yet... 😂

So what is your opinion on the show apart of beautiful backdrops and pretty main characters? Do you like it? What do you like most?

@starfaring-princelotor @whimsical-aesthete @valentinvanporcelaine @legendofcarl @blue-kitzune7 @purple-sword @freakingsuperb @motheroflittlelions @fairy-cat-mother @lordmushroomkat @lotors-saltwife

[voltronshorts]

Tumblr Crush Challenge!

Where you post your own favourite blogs to spread positivity and get your amazing blogger-friends some more followers!

I’m sorry this is a couple days late, but thank you so much to @starfaring-princelotor and @legendofcarl for tagging me! Y’all are really too sweet ♡♡♡(ŐωŐ人)

As for me, I’m tagging these amazing people that I love seeing on my dash HEY HEY LET’S GO !!!

@spacegaysthetic​ MY IDOL!! COOKIE! 🍪🍪🍪 ILY !!! SM !!!!!!!!!!! 

@ourlordandseivior​ MY BETA READER AND FRIEND AND CO-MAMA TO LOTTIE, WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

@ghost-liquor​ LOTWHORES CO-MOD, THE ONE SINCE THE BEGINNING, MY BEST MANZ THE OG ILY BITCH 

@whitelionspirit​ MADI !!! AN ANGEL SWEET PEA, I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND TITLE CARDS SM

@nerdy-heliotrope​ HOLT UR SUPER NEAT!!! ILY!!!

@la-regina-scrive​ Her Grace, the Dungeon Mistress herself! An amazing writer and just an overall neat person, it’s always a brighter day when I see you on my dash

@writing-yj REN THE ANGST QUEEN I LOVE U AND ALL UR WORKS AND IDEAS! ALL JUST BRILLIANT!

@ha-tep I miss you, Bee!! Talk soon please you superb fantastic person x 🐝🍯

@supple-sinpai​ My Pokémon buddy !!! I look forward to every single you create, you are just fantastic!

@akarah-sommah​ Literally anything you post makes me laugh, especially His Majesty Emperor Lotor himself LMAO I do hope he’s been treating you well! ;)

@blackpaladinarchive “Blurred Lines” is absolutely top tier! I look forward to every instalment and pray to have half the elegance in my writing that you have. Your writing gets me incredibly excited and inspired. I LOVE seeing you on my dash!

[fairy-cat-mother]

@starfaring-princelotor I heard it’s ya birthday. Hope it’s a yeehaw of a birthday~

And also.

Here :3c

For you.

(special thank you to @bubbly-orca for beta-reading for me!! You great fam!!)

I recommend this song while reading :3c

Happy Birthday Big Boy

“There’s one more thing.”

“Oh?” his brow arched. 

A little wine drunk on a secluded cove along the coastline, the two of you had decided to spend your night here. You had some surprises for him, ones that you’d been hinting at for weeks, and although he told you it wasn’t necessary to do anything, he was glad to be able to relax under the stars with you. 

“Okay, no peeking.”

Lotor’s lips quirked up as he cracked an eye open, following your movements as you reached into the bag. The warm sea breeze made your hair flutter against your face, and he found himself admiring your silhouette against the fading sunset. He swore he could watch you like this for hours. 

“Hey!” you laughed, “I said no peeking, you sneaky gremlin.” 

“Alright, alright. No peeking,” he agreed, raising his hands in a gesture of acquiescence. 

You side eyed him, relishing in the chuckle that rumbled through his chest at your doubtful look.

“I promise,” he grinned, closing both eyes this time as he leaned back to let his palms sink against the blanket.  

More rustling reached his ears as you dug through whatever goodies you had stuffed in there. 

He had already devoured that s’mores cake pop, and those white chocolate-covered strawberries you made. He changed shirts as soon as he opened that Daddy Shark one, and he slipped that little handmade seashell bracelet on the moment you placed it in his hand. Though he would have been perfectly content with just your hand in his as you both basked in the other’s presence for the night, he had to admit, your little gifts brought a smile to his lips. 

He knew you had put careful thought into them, and that was what made it special. He was looking forward to seeing what you had in store next.

“Okay keep them closed, but...hold your hands out,” your voice reached his ears, and he could practically hear the smile your lips. 

He did as you asked, and a short moment later he felt a weight in his palms. It was...leathery? His brow furrowed as he continued to run his fingers over the material. There was something hard on it too. Metal maybe? It almost felt like some sort of…

His eyes snapped open.

A belt.

His eyes flicked up to your face just in time to catch the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth, and he couldn’t help the grin that spread itself across his face. “Oh, you.”

“It’s a...a,” you struggled to speak between giggles, ��a birthday belt.”

Indeed it was. The large buckle had those exact words etched onto its silvery surface. He wondered where you found such a thing. 

“You know that little shop in the space mall we stopped at the other week?” you asked, as if reading his mind. 

Oh yes, he remembered. How could he forget? That was where you found that cursed frog mask too. “There? Really?” 

“Really,” you giggled, “Some cowboy must have lost their belt I guess.”

“Oh, please.”

“Are you gonna put that on now too?” you asked, a little squeaking noise sounding in the back of your throat as you desperately tried to hold back a snort that was dying to escape. 

Lotor pinned you with a mock glare as he shook his head, “Later. We can try it on, later,” his eyes shone with amusement at the way your cheeks darkened from his comment. “But first,” he reached out his hand, palm up for you to accept if you wished, “Come here, darling.”

Of course you wished to. 

You loved that he appreciated your moments of silliness. Not everyone found it amusing, so you’d felt compelled to hide it in the past. But around Lotor, you didn’t have to worry about being yourself with him. He accepted you for who you were, just as you had accepted him. You both supported each other, respected each other, wanted the best for each other...and this? This was the best. Lounging on your backs on the soft blanket, gazing up at the stars and the moon, hands intertwined. 

Being together.

You glanced over at him, gently nudging his side with your elbow. He turned to you, his eyes dancing in the light of the slowly dying fire. Stars. They looked as though they were filled with stars twinkling in the night sky. It always took your breath away, how beautiful his eyes were. How beautiful his soul was. The soft look you found in those said eyes wasn’t helping your case. You almost forgot what you were going to say. 

Almost. 

“You know what they say about big belts, right?”

His eyes narrowed as he waited for you to continue.

“Big...heart.” 

“Cute. I was going to say hands,” he teased.

“Mmm, that too,” you hummed, bringing your intertwined hands up between the two of you, marveling at how perfect your smaller hand fit against his.

Perfect. That was how it felt when the two of you were together, too. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You reached up with your other hand, bringing his to your mouth, placing a soft kiss against the skin of his wrist. “Happy Birthday, big boy.”

~ ~ ~

Ehehehe.

Btw. I googled “Happy Birthday Belt” and this came up. I died. I wish, I fucking wish I coulda found it for real ahaha!

[ghostiehatesithere]

Carry On Chapter 3

Lotor wasn't surprised when he learned of Malrvotor’s escape. He wasn't surprised but that didn't stop the disappointment from forming in his chest. It also didn't escape his attention that the Galra Empire had almost immediately lost Malevotor's home planet mere days after his escape.

His generals had also been greatly disappointed by his absence, especially Zethrid and Narti. Narti was the first if his generals to ever be introduced to Mal. She had been a mere servant girl that had been placed in his care to serve him. She didn't say much but her reaction times were amazing as well as the way she could sense the world around her without eyes.

Narti found comfort in the fact that the Prince was just like her but was nearly cowarding behind the prince when he first took her to meet Mal. She had heard the sickening sounds of his battles on the rare occasions that she was forced to work at the Pit and made sure to avoid trouble so that she wouldn't be thrown in with him. No one would miss a blind cub that never spoke and she tried to use that to her advantage to escape the ire of her superiors.

She knew Malevotor by the scent of blood that lingered around him after every match. Death has almost become something she directly associated with the Kelekonian king. She had thought that she had somehow angered Lotor and that he was going to allow Malevotor to dispose of her. However to her surprise the Prince spoke casually with the large Kelekonian. He introduced her as his friend and she had to fight herself from cringing when the stench of blood grew strong with Malevotor's approach.

He sniffed at Narti for a while and she couldn't bring herself to move, thinking that one wrong move would be her last.

"She has no eyes," he had noted aloud with neither disgust or derision in his tone like others.

"She was born without them," Lotor had excitedly explained to the former king. "I think father assigned her to me because of that and because she's a hybrid like me!"

"Why because of her eyes?" Mal had asked in confusion.

"She can't see! Can't you tell?"

"I can see that she lacks eyes but plenty of my people can be born without eyes or just one. They have more difficulty than others getting around but they find ways to see in their own way."

This intrigued Narti. People without eyes? Just like her? She had been led to believe that the very absence of eyes was an abomination as well as the impurity of her blood. Yet he had completely brushed off the latter and changed her life about the former.

Acxa had came next. She was a hybrid slave, mockingly given to Lotor by one of Zarkon's generals. Lotor felt as though his father was placing the "undesirables" under his command to remind him of all that he was and all that he wasn't. His contempt for them will always extend to his son despite their shared blood, maybe even because of it. Lotor had been the first to actually care about her.

She had stumbled upon Mal's lessons with Lotor and Narti completely by accident. Or not depending on who you asked. She had noticed the way that Lotor and Narti would sneak off in the middle of the night cycles and head down to the Pits. One night she had followed them and nearly caught a heart attack when she caught the Prince and Narti fighting an alien nearly twice their combined size.

Without a second thought, Acxa leapt into actionn ready to defend her prince against the imminent danger. It wasn't until she had been pinned down by Mal's tail did she realize that the fighting had ended. They had all stared at her with wide eyed shock. It was in that moment that she realized that she had entirely misunderstood the situation and got into to something that she didnt know that she needed.

Mal had liked her loyalty and devotion to Lotor but had also admonished her for it. "It's admirable that you want to protect Lotor but you must always understand that there is a time and a place for protecting. You have to decide when you must protect and when you must win."

This was a particularly hardd lesson that Mal had to beat into her with each lesson but she did it. Though there were still times when she would throw caution to the wind and stick her neck out for Lotor at the entirely wrong time.

Ezor and Zethrid came as a pair. They had been appointed as bodyguards which was a slight on both them and Lotor. Ezor and Zethrid because Zarkon refused to have half-breeds in his military, able to hold a position of power and Lotor because Zarkon gave his son bodyguards that he deemed was scraping the bottom of the barrel. What does it say about Lotor if his father employed the very half-breeds he deemed worthless as his personal guards. 

Zethrid was very vocal about how she felt about Lotor, thinking him a spoiled prince who knew nothing of the struggle of the people beneath his station. Ezor didn’t care one way or another about the small prince. Zethrid was full of rage and stronger than the average Galra. It actually amazed Mal when he learned that Zethrid was actually a huge fan of him. She had attended many of his matches and admired how he had yet to lose a match. He always looked so calm in even when you could practically smell the rage that permeated his being while there. 

She wanted to be as strong as him and was incredibly jealous when she found out that Lotor had been training with her idol. She demanded to join the training session and was shocked and impressed when Lotor stood up to her. Despite his shorter stature it felt like he was towering over her when he met her gaze and told her no. He didn’t back down even when she threatened to tell his father and that made her reluctantly respect the runt. He made it explicitly clear that he would introduce her when he was ready and not a moment sooner. He even took a little petty revenge by dragging his feet to introduce her. 

Mal was particularly amused by her because she always demanded that he fight her. She was particularly impatient when he took his time consider how he would train her, It was obvious tat she was strong and even had the potential to become stronger than him in terms of pure strength. However, it was as she was sparring with the others that he realized that Lotor’s greatest strength was her greatest weakness. 

She didn’t think. She would get easily frustrated and fly off the rails into a violent rage. She had skill but very little considering she solely relied on her brute strength. It would be easy for a quick and clever opponent like Lotor or Ezor to be able to manipulate her uncontrolled anger into a victory. 

Ezor’s biggest problem was that she was too easily read. You could tell what she was about to do just by looking at her face. Upon telling her as much, she huffed and glared at Mal. “Yeah, I know.”

Mal gave her the best “oh really” look, not appreciating the teenage attitude. “Knowing doesn’t mean anything if you’ve learned to accept it. This is a fatal flaw that could end up killing you Red. Do you want to die?”

Ezor pouted sheepishly and crossed her arms, properly cowed, “No.”

“Then quit the grumpy teenager act and listen. You need to find your game face,” Mal had instructed and continued to explain upon receiving a confused look from Ezor. “It’s the expression you’re most comfortable with which means that you won’t have as hard of a time keeping it up.”

It took a while but Ezor found her game face in her smile. She explained that she enjoyed the way her blood would roar in her ears and her heart pounded in her chest when she fought and she couldn’t help but to smile while fighting. It wasn’t a knowing or bloodthirsty smirk like Lotor or Zethrid. It was a genuine smile of amusement. Mal congratulated her for her achievement.

“You’ve got a good grin Red. It would unsettle lesser opponents and frustrate others,” he’d said.

Lotor was riding a high after his fight against Throk that helped him gain the favor of the empire. He’d ordered Throk to be transferred to the Ulippa System to prevent any possible trouble later on before heading back to his rooms where he changed out of his military garb and into a loose pair of pants as he examined the geode that Mal had gifted him.

It’s warmth was still steadily pulsing, although he couldn’t help but to notice that the pulse was a lot slower than usual and he couldn’t help but to worry. Even the glittering white flecks in the dark crystals weren’t shining as brightly as they did before. What did this mean? Was something wrong with Mal? He’s not dead otherwise it would have gone cold and lost all color so what is going on?

He found neither answers nor rest that night as he prayed to the stars that Mal was alright. He needed to know that there was still someone in the universe that he could trust no matter what. His generals were around but they didn’t completely understand. Not like Mal. 

He promised himself to set aside time to establish some form of contact with Mal or his people as soon as he stabilized his position as ruler. He needed the people’s support whether his father miraculously got better or not. Maybe he could even study why Kelekonians’ bodies rejected quintessence and how they managed to survive without that which seemed to be present in every other living being that he’d come across. But that will have to come much later.

Hey everyone this is the end of the third chapter and I’m glad that you all have been enjoying the story so far! So far I’ve been presenting things solely from Lotor’s POV and what Mal means to Lotor. In the next chapter I will be delving into Mal’s side of things. How he feels and thinks in relation to Lotor and his generals. Keep in mind these are his babies but he is at the point where he’s letting his babies make their own mistakes. It won’t stop him from agonizing over where his kids are and “casually” asking about them occasionally but I digress. 

@starfaring-princelotor @motheroflittlelions @fandomsoffeelings @done-with-your-shit-shirogane @kirahhhh @legendofcarl @lotor-for-emperor @marvelheaux @yanderemommabean @lotorrential @planet-jumping-warrior

[motheroflittlelions]

@starfaring-princelotor @fairy-cat-mother Oh, I see. The bar has been set. I will do my best to not only clear it, but make it unbeatable! (Friendly) Challenge accepted! You are really going to make me work for it.

💜 Good morning, my Emperor! I’d love to hear your response to these ones if you have the time: 75. Do you study better with or without music? 39. Who was the last person you danced with? 65. Nike or Adidas?

A very good morning to you, too, dear. I am glad your riveting story is getting the praise it deserves, for even I will admit it even made me quite turned on. 

75. Do you study better with or without music? 

Most of the time, I tend to study without. When I listen to music, I accidentally time myself with the song’s length. Not sure why I do this, either. For example, 10 songs range about 3 minutes each, so I have been studying for 30 minutes and will take a break. When it is silent, I do not care about time. I study until I feel like I understand the material enough. 

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Oh? Now, this is conveniently asked. I suppose you will have to just wait until you read my next story to find out, yes?

65. Nike or Adidas?

Adidas because of the humorous All Day I Dream About Sex acronym.

[fairy-cat-mother]

*ahem* so. The time has come. To oust myself. As...

✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) Dumbass Extraordinaire™️ ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

Anyway...

In honor of Lotor Appreciation Day, and of @starfaring-princelotor ‘s Sinday...I present to you, a musical representation of the Thirst™️ some of us have for our precious purple space Prince.

I call it—

SUCC.

(bc it sucks and also bc some of us wanna give our Emperor the good Succ™️ 🤷‍♀️)

***Disclaimer: I wrote this in two minutes after I sat down with my friend’s synth and fucked around with some chords and then...ya know. It happens. Sometimes it be like that. It do.

Special thanks to @legendofcarl for being my Shia Labeouf and telling me to—

If it weren’t for you, Carl, I’d still be fretting over whether or not I should be a dumbass in public. Now, I can proudly claim that title, and I’ve never felt more myself ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) (lol no really tho, thnx 😂🙈🙏).

And @starfaring-princelotor ...if you excommunicate me after this, I won’t blame you f(^-^;;) But HAPPY LOTOR APPRECIATION DAY!!!

Bow to your Emperor

and while you’re down there give him the good Succ™️

✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

💜

*edit*

For those of you who need to get this terrible thing out of your head—I have some weird space robot synth here and here.