#galra emperor

[klanced]

you are so lucky to not have watched s4-8

people always ask me 'katie why did you only watch half of voltron??' and i'm just like guys i thought we all agreed that voltron was not a very good show 💀

[humanoidempress]

if there is one thing I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to see in my lifetime, is Zarkon's reign.

Blah blah blah we know he's been pulling for 10.000 years but I wanna see what happened in the early days, what did he do after destroying altea, are all his subjects soldiers or are there normal citizens?

feel free to educate me

[sukoshininja]

Voltron: Legendary Defender Episode 1 - The Rise of Voltron

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[khaoskrakenart]

Black Paladin (formerly Red) Keith Kogane ascends the throne this year! The Galra Empire has hope for the future as their chosen Emperor accepts what is rightfully his.

When asked "why now?" Emperor Kogane replied with "The recovery and relief efforts that we (the Blade of Marmora) have been doing... have finally come to an end. There's no one in immediate need of help now. So it's time to accept my new role and duty to my people and the cosmos."

[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]

Zarkon x Red Paladin Fem, part 4?

I didn't think that this was going to be so popular, so here's another part 🖤

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Almost a deca-phoeb passed since Zarkon captured (Y/n) and she'd come to terms that she wasn't ever going to see her friends again nor was she going to regain true freedom. Living in galra central command wasn't exactly the worst thing in the universe, although she kind of had to be careful around Zarkon because he had some rather obvious anger issues; in a way, she felt like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Zarkon granted her free roam of central command and status in the empire, at some point she began to fall in love with him a little bit despite knowing she might have had a little Stockholm syndrome. There were times when hints of his previous self showed up in his behavior and that's when (Y/n) devised a plan to help Zarkon return to his previous self instead of continuing to be a quintessence hungry zombie. She was between a rock and a hard place by that point in time, conflicted about whether she should attempt to escape or stay put.

Zarkon wasn't too conflicted about how he felt about (Y/n); she could be a powerful ally, all he had to do was turn her against the paladins if he ran out of plans to get a hold of Voltron, otherwise he wouldn't do it because he needed her to trust him. There were times when he felt somewhat in love with her, he just wasn't good at showing it except for the times when his personality shifted to what it used to be before the incident ten thousand years prior. He didn't mind comforting her when she needed it and he certainly found her attractive, and as time went by she'd managed to earn his trust. One day in particular when Zarkon didn't have anything better to do he decided to visit (Y/n) in her habsuite where he knew she would be, she still preferred the comforts of her new little home because she still missed her freedom. He personally made a snack for (Y/n) using some of the food from his own personal kitchen, but first he made sure everything was edible for humans; he gently knocked on the door when he made it to her habsuite, patiently waiting for her to reply.

“It's unlocked.” (Y/n) called out when she heard a knock on her front door, already knowing who it was; and, as expected, Zarkon walked into her habsuite after the door slid open.

“I've brought you something to eat.” Zarkon spoke with a gentle tone as he walked over to the couch, sitting down and offering the plate to her.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) replied shyly before she took the plate from him, still feeling a little anxious.

Zarkon felt his heart flutter in his chest when (Y/n) accepted the food he gave her, it was a sensation that he hadn't felt in a very long time. He was ancient, he'd been alive for longer than Earth's existence, and yet the young human woman he'd captured made him feel slightly flustered in a good way. One of his main reasons for visiting (Y/n) was because he wanted to take her out shopping at some point, he figured that a day away from central command would do her some good. (Y/n) sat there and quietly ate, feeling a little better after she tasted how good the food was; Zarkon never starved her, she simply hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was almost lunch time. She glanced up at him for a second and saw that he was deep in thought, she couldn't help but wonder what he had on his mind.

“I would like to take you out in a few days to what used to be the largest Unilu swap moon.” Zarkon told her after a few minutes, gazing down at her with a slight smile.

“The old- You mean the space mall?” (Y/n) inquired before she put two and two together, her expression brightening up when she realized that he actually meant the mall; she loved the mall back when she went with some of the paladins, she never thought she would ever get to see it again.

“Yes, I intend to take you to the ‘space mall’ as you put it.” Zarkon answered, his tone a little more chipper than usual.

(Y/n) put the plate down so she could surge forward and hug Zarkon, thanking him for offering to take her to the space mall again. A lot of possibilities rushed through her mind about what she might find at the mall; she would obviously want to go to the Earth store to see what was in stock, she really hoped there would be some books or other things she liked in stock. She hoped that she could find her favorite snack there, the martian usually kept snacks from Earth in stock for anyone who liked them. Zarkon was a little surprised when (Y/n) hugged him out of the blue, he'd never seen her act in such a way and he liked it for some odd reason. For a moment part of his old personality showed itself for a few seconds until they stopped hugging each other.

“Why now? Why are you offering to take me out to the mall all of a sudden?” (Y/n) questioned with a nervous tone, hoping that she wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

“Can I not treat you to a day out whenever I please? I'm not expecting anything in return, if that's what you're concerned about.” Zarkon inquired, feeling slightly awkward all of a sudden, and yet he hid it well.

“I- W-well, yes, you can. I just wasn't sure why, that's all.” (Y/n) answered in embarrassment, feeling stupid for questioning him in the first place.

Zarkon assured her that it was alright; he wasn't offended by (Y/n) asking him why he was taking her out to the mall, in fact he kind of expected it. He watched as she began eating again, not missing the blush that suddenly appeared on her face. He hadn't personally been to the space mall since his time as the black paladin, he wondered exactly how much it had changed since then. Zarkon rarely left central command at all; the only times he did go somewhere was when he had to check in with certain planets, he otherwise never saw the need to go anywhere else. He genuinely felt kind of excited to go out with the former red paladin, although he would have to give her a disguise in order to prevent anyone from recognizing her, but until then he would just go on with life until the day of their trip came.

[sylveon-and-velveon]

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

Universe LLJX-TVD

♡ Commissions are always open! ♡

[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.

[jackals-ships]

jackal lotor decorum also on the brain,,,bc i think lotor is good at Pretending To Be What An Emperor And Also A Galra Should Be but also he was exiled for fuck million years. he's more laid back

and can excuse everything with "oh they're human. they don't know better 😌" <- secretly delighted

[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 💖💜

[confusedblakex]

A burning heart (Pt3)

Pairing: Takashi 'Shiro' Shirogane X (Male) Reader

Summary: It had been months, but now your feelings towards Shiro might just get both of you killed.

Wordcount: 1603

Warnings: Imprisonment, Blood, Injury, Angsty

Requested by: Me

Notes: Galra commander reader; Christmas was very busy

Last edited: 13th December 2025

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You wondered if perhaps all humans were like Shiro. Such fight in them, such spirit.

Your interactions with Shiro were limited due to your status and the lie you had to live to keep the two of you safe. ‘Ownership’ of him.

It felt much more like torture, having to watch him fight weekly.

Shiro always won his fights, enough to garner him the name ‘Champion’. Emperor Zarkon would come to watch him regularly, whenever there was a beast he thought might just end the human’s winning streak.

Your biggest issue became the priestess. Haggar wanted Shiro, and that was something you couldn’t let happen. If she and her druids looked through Shiro’s mind, she would know you were not loyal to the empire. You would be compromised, and consequently, the Blade, Voltron, and Shiro’s safety would be too.

But that wasn’t your current issue.

Shiro’s last fight had been rough. He had won, and his title remained true, but this one had been difficult to watch. The monster Zarkon had wanted the human to face was something wild, enough to where a shield had been put between the arena and the audience.

It was a large winged reptile creature, a dragon-like beast with an armor-plated exoskeleton that was as sharp as the blade Shiro had been given to fight with. A small human fighting something five times his size. And yet he won.

The cost of winning was the cuts in Shiro’s skin, the red bruising across his body, and the deep gash through the back of his right hand.

Throughout the fight, you remained indifferent, allowing yourself to look mildly proud when he won -Galra pride. Inside, you were worried sick. You stood up from your seat as the chatter in the hall grew louder, and you left to collect your Champion. This was routine.

You approached the two sentries on either side of Shiro and dismissed them with a wave. Shiro was in a daze, looking down to his own blood dripping to the floor.

“Champion,” you spoke, attempting to draw him from the state he had fallen into. But he didn’t move, he didn’t even blink.

“Shiro?” you said, much quieter.

His head shot up to look at you, eyes wide with fleeting panic, but was quickly replaced with a mournful look.

“You must accompany me back to my quarters,” you said, quickly turning on your heel to leave. You didn’t want to be in that arena a moment longer, and you knew Shiro wouldn’t want to stay either.

He limped behind you slowly, and you turned, noting his pace and slowing your own to match. He trailed behind you as the two of you passed rows of holding cells and other Galra soldiers who saluted you as you passed by. Not one of them questioned your dynamic with Shiro.

You were thought to be ‘eccentric’ for wanting to keep a gladiator as a pet, and a human at that. But some admired you for wanting to keep a creature so deadly in the arena close to you. It gave you the excuse you needed to have Shiro’s cell in your room and to take him around with you as you pleased.

Shiro stumbled slightly, and you quickly turned to catch him from falling.

“Sorry-” he said instinctually.

“Are you alright?” you whispered quickly. That far away look in his eyes bothered you.

Shiro didn’t respond, instead swallowing what little saliva was in his mouth and attempting to continue walking. You let him take two steps before he once again fell under his own weight. You looked around quickly.

After deciding the two of you were alone, you pulled him up off the floor and heaved him up under his legs. Shiro made some odd sounds of displeasure but was a little too dazed to fully protest as you carried him the rest of the way to your quarters.

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The human lay silently on your bed, breathing rhythmically, sound asleep. The mattress dipped slightly as you sat down next to him, and you prepared the food you held on a tray.

His skin was still so soft despite all of the scars, dried skin and calluses. His hair - that you did your best to keep in shape - was beginning to turn grey at the front of his hairline.

Shiro stirred and slowly woke, immediately trying to sit himself up on your bed. You watched the pain shoot through his hand as he attempted to move his fingers, and you pushed him to lie back down. You felt an odd sting in your heart, but pushed it away to focus on what you needed to do.

“Don’t move too quickly,” you advised as Shiro’s eyes focused, and he looked over his now heavily bandaged body. You slowly helped him rise and pushed a pillow behind him as he sat up against the headboard. He adjusted to the new position and you held a spoonful of a pale, mushy paste in front of him. He looked up at you hesitantly but nonetheless took a small bite.

“Shi- What the hell is that?” the human complains loudly, sticking his tongue out. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, and Shiro paused at the sound. He smiled a little and you quickly realised what you had done, taking the smile from your face but not quite putting your mask back up.

“I’m not sure. It’s something from a planet with beings similar to humans,” you explained, inspecting the food in the bowl, “it is high in nutrients and should help you recover.”

“It looks like porridge, but it tastes like soggy zucchini,” he remarked.

You licked a little of the end of the spoon and frowned at the taste. While you had no idea what the words Shiro said meant, you agreed that the taste of the food was rather unmatched with its texture.

You put the tray to the side for the time being and handed the human a glass of water. He held it carefully with one hand, and attempted to raise the other but grunted and put his hand back down to the bed.

His hand that you had wrapped so tight, you hoped it would reduce his movement and help with his pain. His hand that had been sliced through completely, damaging his muscles and tendons. And you hated to see him in pain like this.

He took a moment to close his eyes before taking a sip of the water. Once he had enough, he leaned over you, reaching to place the glass back on the table before dramatically slumping over, leaning his head on your shoulder. He let out a groan and attempted to sit back up again, but you held his shoulder in place, and he gave up quickly, resting on your shoulder once more.

The physical contact was comforting, and for some reason you could feel your mask slipping again.

“I care for you,” you found yourself saying suddenly. Your voice was oddly gentle.

“And that makes me… afraid,” you confessed. Shiro looked at you with his brows furrowed.

“I have never cared for someone the way I care for you,” you said solemnly, “but I cannot always help you.”

Shiro looked at you, and you motioned to his hand. He could barely move it without being in pain, and he couldn’t fight in this state. You lifted yourself from the bed partially and assisted him in lying down over the bedsheets.

“Haggar and her druids will be able to fix you,” you mentioned, “but once you are with them, you are out of my care, and I cannot intervene.”

“What do you mean?” Shiro asked, looking into your eyes and seeing nothing but worry behind your transparent wall of indifference.

“She’s… a witch. I don’t know what she’ll do to you, and I can’t stop her,” you said slowly.

“But she can heal you,” you told the human, lying down next to him on your bed, “it’s been a struggle keeping you away from her for this long.” Both of you lay across from each other, staring into each other’s eyes, attempting to decode the other’s thoughts.

He was part of something bigger than you. You were so small and insignificant in his life, but you wanted so desperately to be selfish - to spend forever like this with him.

“If she looks in your mind, she’ll see this,” you said to Shiro quietly, “we will be compromised, and you’ll be in even more danger than you already are,”

“What do you suggest? We can’t hide memories,” he asked, choosing his world carefully.

You couldn’t find it within you to answer. You had spent the past few months with this man, trying to endure as little damage came to him as possible. Looking out for both his physical health and his mind. Yet you had somehow gotten too attached.

“(y/n)?” Shiro asked, sounding slightly concerned as he reached out with his good hand to caress your shoulder.

“No… we can’t.” you said softly. Not a complete lie.

You brushed the side of his face with your hand, moving his hair slightly out of his face.

“Shiro, I love you,” you confessed in a whisper. ‘Love’ was not a word you’d ever use lightly, but there was no other way for you to put it. Though you attempted to avoid expressing such emotion, and therefore were not very well versed, you knew how you felt.

But love was complex. And - for Shiro’s own safety - he would remember none of this.

[sukoshininja]

Voltron: Legendary Defender Episode 1 - The Rise of Voltron

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[khaoskrakenart]

New year new kingdom! Kogane finally agrees to sit on the Throne of the Empire.

[xjulixred45x]

Hello again, I hope you are doing well and I have a oldie request since it's apart of your list. May I humbly request for Yandere Prince Lotor with engineer human reader hc ( Like hypothetically that Lotor harvesting quintense from alteans never happened and he is working along side earth and the princess as Emperor and that is how he met reader ) apologies for being so hyperspecific the later seasons made me salty

Me too mate, me too😤

Thanks for the Request!

Yandere! Lotor x Engineer! Human! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: yandere behaviors, slight stalking tendencies, isolation, overprotection, slight manipulation, Unhealty mindset, overbearing behavior, shady things in general.

• Lotor always had a complicated relationship with love (unintentional pun), having Zarkon of all beings for a father and a mother presumably dead his entire life, he never really had the opportunity to witness a truly functional relationship.

• Obviously as he grew and matured he realized certain things about couples, including how his father referred to his late mother. The relationships were complex, some were for benefit, others simply for desire, and others... simply for affection.

• And they were the ones that confused Lotor the most, even his own father seemed to have fallen for this feeling, describing his relationship with Honerva as his only weakness.

• Having grown up where he grew up, Lotor was not going to allow “weaknesses”, not after all the bad things that happened to him every time he allowed himself to be vulnerable, every time he allowed himself to be weak, this was the best, for everyone.

• However, things change. Especially when Voltron appeared on the map.

• Overall, this caused Lotor to have to rethink many of his values and morals, he believed that he had improved and become a better person.

• With the help of Princess Allura, Lotor was able to create a better system for the Galra, even generating diplomatic ties with other civilizations. Among them, the earth.

• That's where everything went down. It was there where he met her.

• reader was a somewhat veteran engineer from Harrison, she had studied in the same year as Shiro and Adam. While they were more focused on being pilots, Reader had her heart set on the mechanics and engineering behind the ships.

• Thanks to this, Reader had quickly become a technological prodigy and a highly sought-after student in the barracks, whether to make improvements to the ships, fix problems with the consoles, or even make personalized gadgets at an acceptable price.

• And now, as an adult, she was the head of Harrison's engineering department, trying to help cultivate bright young minds.

• Lotor (and Allura) ended up turning to her precisely because they were researching Honerva's notes, so knowing that the reader was good at that type of science, they thought she could be of help.

• To be honest, if they told the reader in advance she probably forgot and was working on something when they arrived, with their first impression of her being that of a reader with a greased face and probably something exploding.

• Yeah, at first Lotor wasn't so sure about her help until Allura convinced him with a lot of effort. And yet at first the interactions were awkward as Lotor did not believe that this disorganized and forgetful person could be one of the smartest people around.

• However, the surprising thing was that the reader remained her normal cheerful self, seemed not to be affected in the least by the sarcastic remarks or harsh criticism, she simply improved for the next time and came, in fact, much better than before and with more strength.

• Thanks to this, Lotor began to view her with a little more respect, being more willing to listen to her and generally being more open.

• The more involved they were in researching the notes, the more the reader's intellect shone, whether doing the calculations, diagrams and values of the readings that the research showed, which caused the feeling of respect to increase.

• It is very likely that both reader and Lotor have Made a All-nighter and have not gone to sleep until Allura forced them to go to bed (with red eyes and messy hair).

• Eventually, when they began to assemble prototypes for the ship that would take Lotor and Allura to the Quintescence field, the conversations stopped being so professional and took a more personal turn.

• The reader probably does not fully know the context in which Lotor lived, perhaps it was mentioned a couple of times while they were working about having a bad childhood, but nothing more.

• However, reader shows sympathy and tries to liven up the situation, (especially if she has a good relationship with her family), after all, family is what makes you happy, not who raised you! you can always be better!

• It is probably in those moments, in a moment of pure innocence, that Lotor realizes that something is starting to go… wrong.

• Lotor knew that he not only appreciated the reader, he admired her, he loved her, but it was not the type of love that others considered normative, or healthy in general.

• Indeed, reader felt like a kind of pleasant weakness, a safe place, but at the same time something delicate and fragile.

• It didn't help the girl's human nature, or that she had a job as dangerous as fixing the ships even though she knew the risks, even with all the warnings he gave her to be more careful, she got hurt often. She was so stubborn...

• There was also her overly trusting attitude towards others, he had seen it (even if the reader didn't realize it), how she was too friendly for his liking with other people, especially the former black paladin, the level of closeness they had made Lotor want to tear off his skin...

• Obviously Lotor kept this as secret as possible from the reader, he knew that these feelings could be seen as out of place and he didn't want to scare her, however, he had to make sure he kept her close without exposing himself.

• This is how a new phase in their relationship began.

• Lotor is someone who is charismatic and, above all, someone who is tactical and intelligent, so it is easy for him to find some questionable aspect of the people close to the reader so that she stops trusting them.

• In this way, Lotor isolated Reader little by little without her realizing it, before knowing it, the only people Reader interacted with were Pidge, Hunk and Allura.

• At the same time, Lotor would begin to be more affective, more attentive in other ways (whether to satisfy his own addiction to the company of the reader or so that she would not realize how alone she was), at first glance it was something overwhelming, but now that I really didn't have much else to do, reader was starting to fall for it...

• It would be very difficult for anyone to realize what is wrong with these two's relationship, whether because Lotor makes the reader cut ties with those who question him or simply because they are under the same web of lies as the reader. They just don't see anything strange with the relationship because it is purely inner manipulation.

• The only ones who seem to see things more or less clearly are Shiro and Allura. But they can't do much either, Allura is convinced that Lotor changed for the better and she doesn't want to ruin it. While Shiro can't even talk to the reader alone.

• I think that even without the Yandere, it is very likely that the reader will fall in love with Lotor in this phase. If she confesses it to him he would be over the moon! And probably already making plans for the reader to go live in the Galra colony.

• Whether the reader does it out of love or manipulation, it is inevitable.

• I would say that Lotor's Yandere side shines brighter when he and the reader are already married. Jealousy and possessiveness are triggered by A THOUSEND TIMES and now Lotor has a VERY “valid” reason for wanting to isolate the reader even more (the racism of the Garla towards other species) with the context that it is for her “safety.”

• If the reader realizes that she made a mistake it would have been too late, she is already very far from the earth, they do not give her access to the ships and even if she had access, she does not even know where to go.

• Aside from that, Lotor may or may not mention that staying with him is both in the best interest of the reader and her family. He won't say direct threats, but you can see that he is talking about something bad.

• So either the reader puts up with everything or faces the consequences with her family and friends :)

• Honestly, it's very likely that the reader will develop Stockholm syndrome, if she didn't already have it from all the time Lotor was messing with her head, so it's best not to resist.

• In a voluntary route, Lotor can tone down his tendencies a bit, even being a very good husband, trying to ensure that the reader continues to have his projects to distract her, letting her be friends with his generals, etc.

• Of course, it would never be completely safe for those around you, if someone gets too affectionate for your liking, hands off.

• But at least he has the decency to not do that kind of thing in front of the reader.

• If you are a genuine volunteer, Lotor may even let you have video calls with your family! It's not much, but it's the most a reader can have with such an overprotective Yandere.

• In general, Lotor does not understand relationships, which leads him to have an unhealthy relationship, have an unhealthy mindset, and while he treats his partner like a deity, he also isolates them and drags them into the same decadent pit as him. .

• I guess the good thing is that she loves him. Or she loved him. Either one is enough for him.

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[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-