#galra emperor

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Ok so i dont particularly care about what monsantos have to say about vld especially after it ended but i still think about LM saying Allura only brought back those who died during Haggar's tantrum and "planets which died before their time and not the life on it" (or along those lines. I think it was in the interview after the show ended? Someone made a post detailing it). Like i dont know about you all, but i found the idea absolutely fascinating in a morbid way.

Cause like maybe they come back as completely empty. The planets and their landmasses come back intact, rejuvinated, but not even a whisper of the lives that once lived. The planets are back but they lay bare, even the memory of life upon it now long dead. They have potential to nourish life, but what is the point? When there is no life, no beings to be nourished. These planets came back empty shells, with their children long dead and forgotten.

Or maybe they come back as they died. Maybe their soil is deep and rich, only in the way forest soil can be, maybe there are islands made up of what used to be bones of corals. Maybe there are well trodden paths, leveled lands, diverted rivers, and mined grounds. Maybe there are empty buildings, unused roads, abandoned items of every day use, each telling a story of life that once lived but the pages are long torn and the pictures have faded. Planets which were scarred and loved by the unique life that lived on it, but the beings that did that have long since been dead. These planets come back as ruins, still haunted by its inhabitants.

Or maybe (and i am going full SCP 2935 here) the life does come back, but dead. They had been dead for thousands of years but now there are bodies here waiting to be buried. They do not rot, because decay itself needs life and everything on that planet is dead and has been dead for a long time. Frozen in time, to see them is to come face to face with the devastation brought, because it is much harder to deny personhood of a fresh corpse, than of stories and ruins and fossils. No one is left to mourn them, to remember them, to hold a funereal because everyone that could died with them. These planets come back as graveyards and memorials, holding the grim proof of what was taken from them.

[galraluver]

Here's some cute/funny Galra pics for you all to enjoy

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Shhhh, he's teaching his husband about Planet Earth's movies XD

Universe LLJX-TVD

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[discordiansamba]

also Dayak is apparently a title, not a name. fun facts, I guess.

[lilflowerpot]

what does galra society as a whole think about half galra/mixed race galra? how do these opinions differ among the class levels (as in like regular everyday people to upper class military soldier types)?

Imperial opinion of Keith as a hybrid | Imperial racism against non-galra | would Lotor's hybrid status impact his imperial reputation? | hybrid lifespans | Lotor's altean strength: a blessing or a curse?

The idea that the galra are “superior” is a pervasive attitude that’s been around since Emperor Brodar first led them beyond Daibazaal [...] but with galra hybrids being so unlikely to survive gestation—and then, even if they do, experiencing a massively shortened lifespan—the societal perception of galra/non-galra relations has been severely warped throughout Zarkon’s reign from being gently discouraged, to strongly disadvised, to damn near criminal. Over the countless generations since Zarkon first took the throne, Imperial attitudes have essentially shifted from “don’t have children with non-galra because our genes are too strong and hybrid children will almost certainly suffer a slow and painful death,” to “don’t have children with non-galra because outsiders are weak and any half-breed spawn produced by coupling with them will be just as pathetic.”

The above is from my "Lotor's altean strength" post and was, itself, a summary of something said in several posts before it, but my point still stands: though historically the first galra to venture out into space en-masse for the purpose of conquering other planets very much did think themselves superior in every way, but as the Empire grew and the alien peoples they had conquered became Imperial citizens themselves (see first post linked above), this attitude, from your average citizen, at least, gradually lessened. Non-galra Imperial citizens became the galra's colleagues, neighbors, and friends, growing up alongside one another as more-or-less equals, with only two overt cultural holdovers:

Non-galra Imperial citizens may not join the Imperial Military proper, but rather are limited to local security jobs.

Non-galra Imperial citizens are prohibited from engaging in intimate relationships with galra Imperial citizens.

Now obviously these two factors scream "prejudice", but both are so deeply ingrained in the Empire's foundations that the majority of Imperial society (both galra and not) doesn't ever think to question them in the first place... until you bring a flesh-and-blood hybrid into the mix, of course. Remember, hybrid-galra are //rare//—by which I mean they're the 0.0001% of the 0.0001%—to the point that despite Lotor actively seeking people like him, he managed to find only four others (well, five, now that he knows Keith), owing to the fact that between the cultural & genetic roadblocks to their conception, on top of the further gestational difficulties, hybrids are a particularly scarce minority.

But let's approach this from the perspectives of the three pillars of Imperial society, shall we?

As a quick refresher for anyone who doesn't want to reread that entire post, the three pillars of Imperial society are the State, the Church, and the Military, and these groups can be further subdivided by hierarchical position within each pillar.

First, the Military, which encompasses Cadets, Officers, Lieutenants, Commanders, and the Admiral (a role traditionally, but not always, filled by the Monarch). As an organisation, the Military is inherently prejudiced against non-galra citizens as they're simply not allowed to serve. As you can imagine, this makes it a more hostile environment in pretty much every way for hybrids, because they're the only "non-galra" galra able to enter military service, which leaves them systematically othered. Broadly speaking, the higher up the chain of command, the less civil soldiers tend to be towards hybrids, as they themselves have spent a great deal of time interacting only with other galra, or,,, the non-galra "enemy" of foreign planets who they subjugate without mercy. They are literally trained not to view alien people as people, because sympathy breeds compassion- compassion breeds weakness- and weakness breaks insubordination and defiance of Emperor Zarkon's orders.

Second, the Church, which encompasses a million different Imperial religions (with galra and non-galra origins), but chief among them is the Druidic Faith, with its Deacons, Priest(esse)s, High Priest(esse)s, and the Archivist. The opinion of hybrids according to any religious group can vary wildly, and is dictated chiefly by their faith's doctorine: some consider them abominations of nature, others no more or less than anyone else, and others still akin to demigods. The Druids, however, take the stance of hybrids being a non-issue, as their only concern is whether or not a child is capable of manipulating quintessence (something that marks them as beloved by Sa, and therefore worthy beyond compare) or potentially capable of passing on latent druidic alleles (therefore potentially siring a druidic child).

Third, the State, which encompasses the majority of the Imperial populace, comprised of common civilians, the equestrian order (exceedingly wealthy "new money"), the aristocracy (old and revered bloodlines), and the Imperial family. The divide in this pillar is a pretty clean one: upper class aristocrats, tend to have inherited the prejudice of their ancestors due to their families placing such intrinsic value on their blood (even by galra standards), and from their pov, hybrids are a tainting of their nobility by mixing with "lesser" people.

But the general public? Your average citizen doesn't particularly differentiate between those who are galra and those who are not. As we saw in the space mall episode (s02ep07) the Empire is massively multicultural, with day-to-day citizens simply going about their lives: Sal didn't look down on his customers, and in fact seemed to take genuine pride in learning from Hunk how to make food they could enjoy, while Varkon's only prejudice seemed to be against "space-pirates" for threatening the sanctity of his place of employment. So if these people were to be confronted with a hybrid child whose very existence is taboo… well, they're still a //child// aren't they? Meaning they're innocent, and invaluable, and supposedly a GeNeTiC aBoMiNaTiOn except they're perfect in every way because Imperial culture holds all children—galra or otherwise—in the highest regard, so why should this be any different?

Finally, however, we come to the Emperor, who sets the tone for the entire Empire, and has obviously remained unchanged for the last 10,000 decaphoebs: Zarkon,,, who publicly declared his hybrid son a traitor to be killed on sight,,,,,, that message was abundantly clear, and the galra are nothing if not loyal.

[embersofhopevoltron]

REFERENCE

THE OUTCOME

Keith’s not the only one that goes berserk Galra mode

Immra’h (my oc) is mine, more info about her will be out eventually, but here’s a rough idea of what she’d look like in the heat of battle

[watchfxrthefangs]

"For the last freaking time, we are NOT doing this in some place where people could see us..." Keith told the other with a heavy blush as he then placed a hand over his face, groaning, "Seriously, I know how...how lewd and vulgar you are, but still, this is kinda too much..."

♦️💚"Lewd and vulgar? My, you act like you don't like when our sweet Olivine is like this." Lotor smirked at Keith, glancing at the green haired priest who was squirming, cheeks flushed and thighs pressed together. "I-I'm sorry, Keith--" He stammered.

It was Lotor's fault. All they were suppose to do was go flying in Keith's lion cause Olivine was so curious. He had never been in a spaceship before, being nothing more then a humble priest from a village. Lotor suggested it and Keith agreed. It was fun, awe-inspiring. Til Lotor leaned in and began whispering dirty things into Olivine's ear, making the priest flush and aroused. Olivine had tried to keep it at bay, listening as Keith explained some of the different planets to him but then Lotor began to touch his chest and it was over.

"No one will see~ Its in your lion afterall~" Lotor taunted, bending to purr closer to Keith's ear. "Wouldn't our pretty Olivine look so good bent over the console~?"

[minamorsart]

AU where in the events of the show, Emperor Lotor and Princess Allura's return from the quintessence field proves successful, and the two decide to marry in order to strengthen the alliance between the Coalition and Galra Empire. However in the midst of their blossoming romance, the newlyweds come face-to-face with the aftermaths of war and heightened political tensions between the planets and rising factions within the Empire itself.

As Empress Allura struggles to come to terms with the increasingly difficult decisions her husband continues to make, she must decide between choosing her friends as they contend with the violence of politics and corruption, or choosing the man she's been falling in love with as he slowly descends into madness.

Inspired by my favorite K-drama Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo 💖💜

[nocturn-warrior]

Kiss of seedcake• 🌧

Lotor x f!reader

Summary: building a life with Lotor on Earth after the galras were defeated, you decide to try for a child :)

Rating: fluff, smut (breeding kink)

Notes: this is set after season 8 events, in a timeline where my boy Lotor didn't die and lives happily with u on Earth. This smut has a plot.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and lactation, body changes mentions, mentions racism towards Lotor, my grammar because i am not a native speaker lmao

since Sendak and his army was completely defeated thanks to Voltron and their allies. And with an extra help of the space visitors, human kind quickly rebuilt its structures, combining the advanced technologies of their new colleagues with their own. Flying vessels, space travels and colonies, complex security AI systems and media were a great leap in history.

Not surprisingly, interspecies relationships emerged among the coexistence of humans and extraterrestrials, besides it was a taboo for some people, the most conservative ones, you could easily spot a human walking and a balmeran holding hands on the streets. But as expected, racism towards the space visitors was a thing, especially towards the galra people.

Being blamed for the death of so many, even not having affiliation with Sendak’s deadly army, the purple skinned people were a target to bigotry not just coming from humans but also from other extraterrestrials. With your partner Lotor, it wasn’t different. Making public appearances together, you could feel the reproved gaze of your peers, judging the nature of your relationship as disgusting, selfish. Some showed concern, fearing Lotor could harm you in any way, while others called you an enemy, a traitor for engaging yourself to an individual of a species that slaved, tortured and killed so many in the galaxy.

As the only begotten son of emperor Zarkon, so many wanted his head for what his father caused during centuries, and for reprehensible actions of his own. You were constantly reminded of Lotor’s thirst to acquire quintessence and what he did to reach his goals, the hundreds of alteans locked in tanks he utilized as cattle to harvest the substance. The United Planets Council decided he would not receive death penitence or be locked for his crimes, but he should be exiled.

“Exiled… I am used to this condition”

It was better this way; though Lotor wanted and deserved redemption, not everyone including the paladins would accept it easily. When you established you would not abandon him, they immediately intervened reminding you of what his family caused to everyone, of what your late friend princess Allura would want. You were tired of it all. You loved Lotor and wanted to keep him safe, even if it means cutting connections with your friends. You couldn’t risk having your boyfriend stabbed from behind by a vengeful self-proclaimed punisher.

Lotor understood the gravity of his actions he didn’t even tried to defend himself. But he repined every day about how quintessence drove him mad, crazy for power, and that those moments of madness showed up as nothing but foggy memories in his mind. It broke your heart to see Lotor eager to be accepted in this new multispecies society, but being doomed by his past. Deep in his core, all he wanted was that: to be accepted and to fix everything up. Even when he was still the prince of the mighty galra empire, all he did was for a bigger purpose. He knew he took the wrong route, though.

Four years ago you moved together to your family’s old farm; only you, Lotor and the desire to begin a new life. Part of the farm, including the barn and the stable were destroyed by the attacks, but luckily the house you grew up in was intact, except for the dust and spider webs covering the rooms. Nothing you couldn’t fix up. Lotor is a quick learner, his intelligence was always something you appreciated, and with a quickly explaining of how to use house devices, he became a master at it except for the vacuum cleaner.

“How can you pilot a high technological spaceship and be defeated by a vacuum cleaner, my dear?”

You would tease him, leaning against a wall while seeing your lover struggle to clean the dust of the living room. Lotor in his endeavor would blame the device instead of admitting he was having a bad time using it. You find that silly and adorable. It took some days for your house to be properly inhabited again, with Lotor’s help, everything was easy.

He would wash clothes, cook for you – that thin waist of his looked adorable in one of your late grandmother’s apron, and a few other things. But still, he missed space and missed the adrenaline. That mind of his was always hunger for knowledge and staying so much time without absorbing anything was frustrating and tedious. Lotor in fact would not complain about it, but noticing the lack of enthusiasm in your love, you gifted him with a box of the old books you used to read while graduating; psych, biology, chemistry, and others you kept a special interest about but were not exactly linked to your graduation; history and anthropology.

Besides you were a good storyteller, talking about the myths and cultures of your species along with its advances and knowledge on science, nothing compares to touch, read and learn about something from primary fonts. As you expected, Lotor was more than happy when you handled him your collection. Some of the concepts stored in the books were at least eight years outdated, but still he could have a notion of humankind’s plurality, maybe hoping he could integrate himself into society one day.

Everything was so perfect you feared something bad would happen to spoil the moment. Your days were simple and cozy in your home, and occasionally you had to leave to buy some groceries but would come back soon.

Four years ago when the invasion occurred, families found shelter in the rural areas once the galras attacked the big urban centers first. And from this, a small agriculture and livestock centered community was born. They provided food for the cities near the reagion, and living only one or two miles away, you groceries from first hand.

In this specific day, you arrived home carrying a bag full of fresh fruits, vegetables, flour and some animal products. Lotor was sitting on the couch. He wore a grey sweater that reached the mid of his wrists and black sweatpants that barely reached his ankles, snuggling on his muscular calves. Big boy problems. His starlight hair tied into a messy bun was occasionally scratched as he concentred on the book he was reading. In fact, he was so focused on the book that didn't even notice you comming.

"Im back, love!"

You said opening the door and he slightly jumped on his seat.

"Hello, dear! I indeed didn't perceive you arriving. I was quite concentrated on this book i've been reading"

He got himself together, cleaning his throat before helping you to take the groceries to the kitchen. His gaze immediatly directed towards the sway of your hips as you walked.

"Which one is this?"

You ask, placing the bags on the table and cleaning your hands. Lotor blinks for a while, being snapped out of his beholding state:

"It is about the development of agriculture and how it's linked to the appearance of religious cults. I am quite amused by the first forms of art created by your species, dear, and how the belief in gods and deities is linked to the discovering of agriculture. It is pretty interesting how such topics that don’t seem to be linked at first sight are related.”

He continues:

 “The most interesting part, my dear, is that most of these civilizations were situated in quite green and prosper lands, therefore their deities reflected in the places they inhabited. While the people that lived in arid and desert places had vengeful and warrior gods.”

He speaks with enthusiasm, smiling like you have not seen in at least four years. His lust for you was being masked with non-stop bragging about what he learned in that day. Lotor was indeed fascinated by how some ancient human civilizations valorized fertility and reproduction, but what excited him most was to put this in practice. His cock jutted against the fabric of his sweatpants when he saw those sensual statues of Venus in the pages of that book. He wanted you. He wanted to make you his own goddess of fertility.

After drying your hands on a towel, you swiftly turn to your husband, paying attention to his words. But the look on his feline eyes told you everything. The pupils were dilated, shiny like binary stars. You smirk, and when you do so, Lotor stumbles on his own words.

“I have been always fascinated with this topic too, my dear.”

You put on an innocent facade, crossing your arms and leaning your beautiful hips against the counter. Lotor’s hands twitched, urging to squeeze them as you ride his cock gracefully like the goddess you were to him. He licks his lips and smiles:

“Nothing fairer, darling. You are a goddess yourself. But do you know what is missing?”

You obliviously shake your head to his question.

“A seed to be fertilized in this womb of yours”

Just by hearing his deep sensual voice, you feel your core flutter with excitement. The galran prince approaches you, closing the space between your bodies. All you do is to let him guide you onto his arms and give yourself to this blissful heat.

His thumb traces your lowerbelly, imagining it growing as a proof of the seed he implanted in your womb. He imagines your breasts swelling, leaking the milk that will nurture your child.

Lotor sinks his hand under your hair, softly bringing you closer to him and intensifying the kiss. Your fingers travel under his sweater, tracing his divinely sculpted abs one by one. The desire of being impregnated by him only grew stronger and stronger.

He strips you down, taking off your shirt and giving your breasts good squeezes before attaching his lips to the plump sides of them, leaving soft hickeys on your skin. You pant caressing his jaw as he does it.

Then, his long fingers skim down towards your groin. He gently slids down the waistband and kneals down in front of you. Hugging your hips, Lotor attaches his mouth onto your cut, sweetly suckling your clit as you tug onto his hair, undoing the messy bun he had.

"Lotor..."

You moan sweetly, and it sounds like the chant of Earth itself, like the sounds of raindrops falling onto soil.

His skilled tongue dances around your clit. Your legs tremble and if he wasn't holding you still by your hips, you would definitly lose your balance with so much pleasure being given.

And like a water dam being open, your fluids flow into Lotor's mouth and he delights on it like honey. He moans pulling off and looking up to see your divine glory squirm in pleasure.

Standing up, Lotor holds you on his arms in bridal style, you lean in like a dandelion seed being carried by wind and he places you onto the canopy bed, the plush cushion softly sinking with your body.

Looking up at Lotor while he takes off his own clothing, you get a sight of his purple large cock deliciouspy jutting against his pants. It wiggles tantalizing when his boxers are finally down, hard and reaching his lower belly.

With your fingers you trace his abs again, they are sculpted and perfect like a statue meticulously carved in marble by the best of the sculptors. His silver bodyhair stands on ends with your touch.

Lotor gently inserts his large cock in your entrance, being enthralled by your moans. Your cunt is tight for his size, but soon it accomodates his full length.

He moans loudly and sensually twitching his hips, you reach out to squeeze his muscular butt as it recoils and releases with his thrust. Your motion seems like an extra stimulus.

"Stars. May your womb be a fertile field where i will plant my crops. You are perfect!"

He pants, the pace increasing and your bodies sweating, your pleasured noises echoing through the wood walls.

"I am going to fill you up, dear. I am going to make you a mother; i am going to make you my own fertility deity."

That was when you orgasmed.

It feels like you two were perfcetly designed for this, like your bodies were shaped by universe to create life. You bury your hand underneath Lotor's hair, his front strands are falling and tickling your face. As his pace increases, you hold it tighter and beautiful gasps leave his mouth.

"I- i am comming..."

Soon, the river flooded the land and you felt his warm seed inside your womb. Pace slowing down, Lotor remains the last frictions with his cock still in your vagine.

He pants a chuckle cleaning his sweaty forehead with his forearm. You let out a dizzy smile, reaching out to cup his cheek as your brain process the event, beholding his how graceful he looks.

Releasing his cock, Lotor gently pushes the oozing translucid liquid to inside of you again, rubbing it onto your still sensitive cunt. His ejaculation is so voluminous it feels like every inch of your tube is filled up. The alien man leans in and kisses your cheek:

"You were so great, darling... I... wow! I have no words to describe it. You will be a good mama"

His sudden use of an earthling slang makes you chuckle. How can a man be so sensually irresistible, and seconds later make your heart melt with such an adorable, silly thing? This is a Lotor ability, you guess. He messes with your mind in the better ways possible.

Cleaning up the sweat, you snuggle onto Lotor's chest while calming down your nerves after such a moment. The seed has been implanted to your womb, and Lotor couldn't wait for it to grow.

[koritea]

[Next Gen AU] Introducing the next generation of the Paladins of Voltron!

Under the tutelage of now-retired Paladin and Captain of the IGF-Atlas, Takashi Shirogane, five brave souls from all corners of the known (and unknown) universe come together to form the protector of the universe, and to continue the great work of the warriors before them.

Rummitz - Paladin of the Green Lion, She/He

A resourceful tactician of questionable origins. Initially discovered her bond with the Green Lion on the planet Olkarion during a support drop-off by now-retired Paladin Pidge Holt.

Rummitz's connection to the Green Lion sparked a three year long expedition to find and train the next Paladins of Voltron.

Taya - Paladin of the Yellow Lion, He/They

Hailing from the peaceful planet of Puig, Taya is known for their courage and tenacity. His bond with the Yellow Lion was discovered during a short stop at Puig, where the a festival was held in Voltron's honor.

Xyzy - Paladin of the Red Lion, She/They

Calm, calculating but quick to strike, Xyzy was rescued from a Galra prison ship where she was arrested after being found to have given crucial information about one of Emperor Zarkon's experiments to the Blade of Marmora. They were later taken in by the Garrison and made their connection with Keith Kogane, and subsequently the Red Lion.

Aries - Paladin of the Blue Lion, She/Her

Less of a sharp shooter, more of a pound-into-dust sort of gal, but don't take that to mean she's dull - a sharp wit and an even sharper glare might make you want to stay on your toes.

Aries made her connection with the Blue Lion after an accident at the Garrison that injured her right leg. She spent the months healing in the aircraft hangers talking to pilots and dreaming she'd one day get to be one herself.

Yohe - Paladin of the Black Lion, It/They

Unexplained and inexplicable, this eerily quiet bundle of quintessence is certain they're the last of their kind, but it doesn't remember anything before the time it woke up from it's pod that crash landed onto Earth.

It's connection with the Black Lion is fuzzy at best. Something blocks the two from truly connecting, which causes problems for the team when they're in a tight spot and could really use the full power of Voltron.

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I'm so sorry to hear you were in an accident im glad you are alive and feeling okay again <3<3

I'd love to send you a lotura prompt, hopefully it lifts your spirits to be back on that sweet ship.

How about Lotor and Allura talking about weapons? (i.e. Like how Allura prefers a staff and Lotors sword designs (like the one he was first shown with) )

Hey, good to hear from you and thanks for your super kind note!! I'm doing a little better each day and am excited to get back to regular routines! While I was on hold over the phone about paperwork today, I managed to exercise my brain with the prompt you gave me! <3

Staff vs. Sword

Emperor Lotor leans against a wall, crossing his arms and quirking a slim, white eyebrow at the princess before him. “Surely, you jest with me,” he murmurs. “A staff again?”

Princess Allura beams, and she grabs her favorite staff from the blunted practice weapons with a solid grip, fingers tight. With a quick flick of her wrist, she spins it and sets the end solidly on the ground. “My bayard for Blue Lion also turns into a whip,” she says nonchalantly, “but that seems entirely unfair to use against you, as it produces an electric shock.”

“Ah, yes.” His eyes crinkle, his slit pupils dilating with softness. He adds dryly, “Because we do not already create enough sparks on the courts.”

She brushes back her long, thick braid and waggles her eyebrows. “You said it, not me.” And then she pokes his chest plate with the end of her staff. “Do tell me you’re not afraid of a second round after I defeated you.”

“And nearly caused an intergalactic incident,” he says, voice halted. “The training grounds are intended for practicing the art of combat—not the art of catching one’s opponent off-guard with a kiss.”  

With a giggle, Allura pulls the staff back, her Altean markings glowing a bright pink. “Yes, well, we Alteans have a saying that all’s fair in love and war. Now, pick your weapon, dear emperor, so that I may defeat you once more. And do choose something other than a sword this time—at least mix it up for me?”

Lotor eyes her before grabbing a blunted sword from the wall, inspecting its balance. His long fingers grip the hilt tightly. “A sword is the best extension of a warrior’s will,” he declares, raising his chin with a petulant chin. “It is simple. It is efficient. It is my favorite weapon.”

Allura sighs dramatically at him. “It does not have quite the—” she waves her hand—“the impact of a staff, though.”

He raises the silver sword to her. “The staff is an impact weapon,” he says dryly. “You simply seek to showcase your Altean strength to the Galra who prowl these courts, and that is why you prefer it as of late."

“Tish tosh,” she says, planting her feet properly on the training mat and eyeing him with an increased wariness. She knows Lotor likes to strike unexpectedly. “I also happen to like the way training robots crumple to bits beneath a staff. It relieves the stress I feel after a large conference with intergalactic leaders.”

A tick of silence stretches between them.

And then in a blur, Lotor races toward her, slashing down.

She blocks with the staff and swings, and he ducks smoothly before stepping back, flipping the sword in his hand.

He paces the mat, the overhead lights capturing the glow of his eyes like a predator in the dark wilderness. “Poor Princess Allura,” he teases. “All the power in the universe, and yet you fear the peace we have wrought together, instead longing for means of violence. Are you certain you are not of Galran blood somewhere in that long ancestry of yours?”

Alura’s voice strains as she circles him as well, resetting her staff. “I can’t think of a single species that doesn’t enjoy a rough tumble now and again, in a safe, non-war environment. Why, the humans even have something called, um—” Her concentration breaks as she pauses, snapping her fingers. “Um, wrestling. And something called rugby. And then they have a very large, worldwide competition for their various violent sports, called the Olympics.”

Lotor pauses.

His slit pupils widen in curiosity of other cultures. “Olympics? Is that similar to a Kral Zera?”

“Somewhat,” she nods, “but instead of choosing a world leader by, um, killing everyone, these tournaments are for medals that they wear around their necks and then bite in front of cameras. And no one dies generally.”

He lunges again, and in a blur, wrenches the staff away from her hands and presses her up against a wall.

Allura squeaks, eyes wide.

His nose is inches from her own, his breath a hot puff against her face. “How very curious.”  

Her breath stalls as her cheeks heat hard enough to radiate to him. “Um, y-yes.”

Lotor’s wide mouth splits as he whispers against her mouth, “Fortunately for you, princess, I’ve no intent to fight you truly, or you would already be dead with your silly staff. And if it were these Olympics, you would have no medal to bite.”

Face flushed, her eyes narrow to slits, and before Lotor can avoid it, she hooks her ankle against his and unbalances him. Surprised claws protract from his hands, gripping into her practice armor and his eyes widen.

And the two royals fall in a pile of limbs upon the mat, with Allura sprawled on top of a stunned Lotor, his sword clattering to the mat beside them.  

“Oh, no,” she says with a triumphant giggle, hands planted over his chest plate. Her curly flyaways are an angelic halo around her face. “You lowered your weapon but did not fully secure me, so I still win.”

Lotor grumps beneath her, his lavender cheeks flushing as he grips her forearms.

And despite Galra leadership watching the courts and murmuring with gossip in the far distance, Lotor softens. His rough, calloused thumbs stroke a pink marking along her bare forearm. “Best two out of three, then? I promise to secure you fully next time and cause another scandal for it.”

Allura leans forward, eyes sparkling. “Very well, Emperor Lotor. You’re on.”

[galraluver]

Haxus: *Screams*

Throk: *Screams louder*

Haxus: *Screams even louder*

Throk: *Screeches his voice box into dust*

Haxus: *Continues screaming*

Zarkon: WHAT THE QUIZNAK ARE YOU DOING? THIS IS A WAR ZONE NOT A QUIZNAKING SINGING CONTEST??!?

Regris: *Uses the resonance blaster*

Everyone: ...

Haxus: (begrudgingly) Okay you win-

[emo-ostrich]

1: why doesn’t anyone talk about how heartbreaking this scene is

2: why doesn’t anyone talk about this episode?!?!

it’s actually very well written and serves as a set up for the much darker twist the show is taking

in this episode we learn:

-pidge would sacrifice a good amount of the universe to save her father. they’re the most logical and analytical on the team, yet all that goes out the window when her family gets involved. there’s an argument in the beginning of the episode that is very reminiscent of when pidge was going to leave voltron in season 1 and keith yells at them.

-honerva remembers that lotor is her son. this is a HUGE set up for season 8. she begins the phase 4 of the kuron project which leads to keith returning and becoming the black paladin. but she does all of this because she knows zarkon will kill lotor. she’s ok with lotor killing zarkon bc zarkon is merely a husk of the man he used to be. that realization definitely leads her down the path of “how can i restore my family” (cut to end of season 8).

-on the topic of project kuron, we see the effects of it with shiro lashing out and not being… very shiro like… but he gives lotor HIS BAYARD in the hostage exchange without telling the rest of the team. honerva calls for the beginning of phase 4, and we can see that phase 3 was the shiro that been with the team since he returned in season 3. he’s been living this jekyll and hyde type life with half kuron controlled by honerva and half real shiro.

-we see lance step up and give orders to the team. lance is the red paladin at this point in the series making him the right hand of voltron and this is one of the first times we see him step into that leadership position. watching him grow into that leadership position and learn to feel valued makes the end of season 8 hurt even worse. plus when shiro realizes they need backup he says “lance we could use a little help.” he already acknowledges lance as his right hand man even if lance doesn’t realize it yet. that’s the shiro part talking. lance gives an order and the team says “copy that” which is how lance normally responds to orders. it’s a very clear role reversal that i think is lovely in lance’s character arc (if only dreamworks actually finished his arc smh)

-lotor killing zarkon is proof he really did want peace. he wants nothing to do with his father, doesn’t want zarkon to be his father, and has no hesitation in killing him. lotor and voltron are fighting for the same thing, but simply have different methods. when they fight lotor, he seems hesitant to fire until allura says he’s like zarkon. that’s what throws him over the edge.

lotor becoming emperor of the galra after zarkon’s death shows that having a galra ally on the throne could be the key to peace (hello keith after season 8) so think about the set back in the war efforts when voltron kills the emperor, a former ally, and then disappears. maybe this is why the galra attacked earth? in the beginning on the series, they’re looking at a star map showing that the galra’s progress in conquering worlds is getting closer to reaching earth but hasn’t quite gotten there yet. so either and conquering has sped up and an insane rate, or earth was specifically targeted by the galra while voltron was gone.

-when zarkon is about to kill lotor, the team saves him. the first lion we see fire is allura implying that j was allura that saved lotor a life. that’s kinda big in her development or maybe she was just firing at zarkon who knows

ok sorry that’s all thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

(this is all about season 5 episode 2: blood duel)

[sofiarainbowdream]

“Sir, Commander Sendak wants to contact us,” the blue-haired girl reported. “Put him through.” Lotor nodded. A full-length hologram of Sendak appeared in front of Lotor. “Lotor, where's the Lion?” “Well, hello, Sendak.” Lotor leaned back in his chair boredly. “The Emperor will be furious. There's already a bounty on your head.” “Oh, that paternal concern.” Lotor stroked his chin lazily. “Sendak, that's very sweet, but I don't understand what you're talking about.” Sendak lost his temper. “Listen you, bright star in our Galra firmament! Regulus! Leo's alpha! Where's my Lion, alpha?” “What? What's he talking about?” The boy with the human appearance stood behind the Prince. “Yeah, you didn't send that sassy girl. Passport is very funny when I don't know what keeps me off my own ship. Then the boy, the youngster… Let's humiliate Sendak with a weird fight. It'll be hilarious if he loses. To a half-blood, right, Lotor? And the apotheosis of this show is no Lion. Where's the Lion, Lotor?” Sendak's feline ears twitched nervously. Lotor froze in bewilderment. But only for a second. “Are you suggesting that I stole it?” he purred. “Would you like to see my ship, Commander? Oh.” The Prince picked up the black cat as he passed by. “Isn't that him by any chance? Oh, he's not red.” “You declared war on me, Lotor,” Sendak exhaled. The screen went out. “Don't mind him, Kova. You're better than a Lion.” The Prince stroked the cat. “What does he want?” The blue-haired girl turned away from the console. “What kind of game is Sendak playing? Why is he making it up?” The boy leaned toward Lotor. “That's not his style, Matt.” Lotor stood up. The cat moved onto the Prince's shoulder. “Besides, the boy really was there. Looks like we'll be seeing Voltron soon.” He turned to the girl. “Acxa, find Zethrid and Ezor. It's time to go.”

© Voltron: Paladins of the Galaxy

— Сэр, коммандер Сендак хочет связаться с нами, — отрапортовала синеволосая девушка. — Соедини, — Лотор кивнул. Голограмма Сендака в полный рост возникла перед Лотором. — Лотор, где лев? — Ну, здравствуй, Сендак, — Лотор скучающе откинулся на спинку кресла. — Император будет в ярости. За твою голову и так назначена награда. — Ох, эта отцовская забота, — Лотор лениво поглаживал свой подбородок. — Сендак, это очень мило, но я не понимаю, о чём ты. Сендак потерял самообладание: — Слышь ты, яркая звезда на нашем галра небосводе, Регулус значит — альфа льва! Ну и где мой лев, альфа? — Что? Интересно, о чём это он? — парень с внешностью землянина встал позади принца. — Ну да, ну да. Это же не ты подослал эту дерзкую девчонку. Паспорт — это очень смешно, когда непонятно-что не пускает меня на мой собственный корабль. Следом мальчишка, юнец… Давайте унизим Сендака странным боем. Вот будет ржака, если проиграет. Полукровке, да, Лотор? И апофеоз этого шоу — льва нет. Где лев, Лотор? — кошачьи уши Сендака нервно задёргались. Лотор замер в недоумении. Но лишь на секунду. — Ты полагаешь, что я его украл? — промурлыкал он. — Хочешь осмотреть мой корабль, коммандер? Оу, — принц подхватил на руки проходящего мимо чёрного кота. — А это случайно не он? А, он же не красный. — Ты объявил мне войну, Лотор, — выдохнул Сендак. Экран погас. — Не обращай внимания, Кова. Ты лучше льва, — принц погладил кота. — Чего он хочет? — синеволосая отвернулась от консоли. — Что за игру ведёт Сендак? Зачем он это выдумал? — парень наклонился к Лотору. — Это не его стиль, Мэтт, — Лотор встал. Кот перебрался на плечо принца. — К тому же, мальчишка действительно был. Похоже, скоро мы увидим Вольтрона, — он повернулся к девушке. — Акша, отыщи Зетрид и Эзор. Пора улетать.

© Вольтрон: Звёздные паладины

[lilflowerpot]

I've been loving your worldbuilding/culture/science stuff— and I haven't even watched VLD. I just found your stuff incredibly neat. I think you mentioned that someone can rise to being Emperor from any of the Three Pillars of Galran society— except for the Archivist. Is the Archivist barred from being the Imperial Consort as well, or is the path available for them? Has there ever been Emperors/Empresses that rose to the position from the Druids side of things?

imperial societal structure | duties of the imperial consort | kral zera eligibility

I'm pleased to know that you're enjoying my worldbuilding(!!!) despite not having watched the show lmao

Though there have been monarchs from all three pillars of imperial society since the Empire's formation under Brodar, of the 33 to have triumphed at the Kral Zera and ascended the Imperial throne, the overwhelming majority have done so via the military sphere, with only 7 successful candidates ascending via the State, and a mere 4 via the Church.

((and I do think it's worth mentioning that though the Druidic Church's primary doctrine is an amalgamation of Druae & D’iijac—the two most prevalent belief systems from Daibazaal's desertous phenotypes, Kyx & Byal respectively—the Church as a whole practices complete religious freedom so long as to do so does not violate imperial law, meaning eligibility for the Kral Zera is not restricted only to High Priests/Priestesses of the galra's most prevalent faith, but anyone holding an equal rank in any alternative religious sect))

Interestingly, though the Church has produced the lowest numbers of monarchs, it’s also produced the least unsuccessful candidates! Some believe this to be due to Sa favouring her blessed few, and so ensuring their triumph, whereas others argue for a somewhat less romantic notion: that druidic quintessence-manipulation is exceedingly difficult to counter, especially when participating in a battle-royale, and so the victory of a skilled druidic combatant is a foregone conclusion.

As for the Archivist becoming the Imperial Consort, though it’s never before occurred, there's no explicit rule barring them from serving both roles; it would, however, be discouraged by,,, pretty much everyone? Both positions are a HUGE commitment, and between serving as the Conduit of Sa, and the secondary Head of State, the Archivist/Consort would end up so thinly spread that they’d rarely see their Emperor/lover in an unofficial capacity. As you can imagine, the kind of pressure that would come with maintaining both roles would take an incredible toll on not only them as an individual, but their relationship too... and unhappy/lonely galra are seldom the strong leaders a demanding institution such as the Empire requires.

[discordiansamba]

something something alien invasion AU where after the destruction of Daibazaal, the Galra conquer Earth as a replacement homeworld. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge grow up on Earth in the aftermath of the Galra invasion. Their families are all members of an underground resistance movement to Galra control, of which Shiro is a part of as well. Keith is also a member...

...on the orders of Emperor Zarkon, who heard that there was a resistance movement brewing. He gave Keith the mission of infiltrating it, taking advantage of his nearly human appearance. But he's also...

...a member of the Blade of Marmora, who seek to overthrow Galra control and return Earth back to its people. He's a triple agent.