Pink For Mourning

~~ Princess Allura of Altea Independent - Selective Voltron: Legendary Defenders RP blog A shining diamond among stars. Precious. Strong. Cut to a point.

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scallywxg:

"No, he’s getting an earful if you’re here to tell me our stuff isn’t in order. I just finished setting this booth up and I’m giving away all my good garments and I am not gonna be stuck putting it all away already.” She grumbles, crossing her arms.

“And I mean, yeah, getting fuel is nice and all, since we barely get to land between being chased by the Empire as deserters, and Rebels who think we’re with the Empire.” She sighs, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “But I dunno. Would be nice if we got something a little more… Something. I don’t know. I like doing good, helping people… I just don’t feel like we’ve gotten a break, or any real thanks since we decided to do all this.” She rambles, now wandering over to some clothes to re-fold them, something to occupy her mind, ears folded back somberly. Her mood seeming to droop a little.

“Sorry, ah.. Was there something you wanted? Got a little sidetracked there…”

Allura watched her a little more taken aback now. Not out of offense or annoyance, but just not having expected to hear that level of honesty from the other woman, in such a sincere unassuming form. She frowned a little bit, feeling a solid sense of shame that she’d been there quietly interrogating in the worry of them not being who they say they are from being Galra alone. 

She let out a soft sigh, knowing that at least in this instance she had to do better. She stood next to Kolivan on the bridge and made plans to overthrow the Empire and it was focused and made her not question his motives, there shouldn’t be any difference for these circumstances which had given her no real reason to be suspicious, only that they were less ‘grand’ in the overall. It was difficult still most days, but she regretted the intention she had come down there with, so quickly bested by another’s sincerity.

“It’s... it’s alright! I understand it can all be very exhausting. I know everyone is very busy, however... thank you all the same.”

She pushed a small smile forward, hoping to be able to restart this all with a more friendly demeanor. “Is there anything you have in mind for a ‘little more something’ that would make it all easier for you and likely others in your position?” 

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scallywxg:

Reina scrolled along their log of desposable goods. She always kept track, since she herself had clothes and other sewn goods she made in her spare time to get rid of. A profitable means of disposal was also always better than painfully tossing each delicately fabricated peice into the incinerator. Thusfar trade was doing very well, especially among the old men looking to gift their wives with dresses, apparently.

Reinas ears lift up before her eyes do. She hadn’t seen this alien before… She was asking about their connection to the mothership, so, Reina simply assumes she works there.

“Everything works fine. The connection was simple enough to manage.” Reina tells the girl curtly, though she couldn’t have been much older than the begrudgingly taller, irritatingly silky haired, woman.

“My "Captain” signed us in when we landed, so, we should be all clear. I was here setting up shop, so, blame that furry buffoon if our stuff’s not in order.“ She sighs with a flick of her ear. "Ooh, he’s gonna to get an earful next time I see him.” She then mutters more to herself before turning her attention back to the screen in front of her.

Allura’s expression passes from confused for a moment as she tries to understand the aggravation, and then settles to not at all pleased as she realizes it seems that being roped into helping the cause might be the reason why this smaller Galra woman is unhappy. 

“Oh? An earful, because... it is a lot to ask? I know it’s not very profitable to deliver items for free, but you have gotten your fuel subsidies for being put a little out of your way, haven’t you?” 

“If it were up to you, you’d not be helping?” 

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SEASON 5 HEADCANON

Despite taking many things in stride and doing her best to make good choice for the greater whole despite recent obstacles within the ranks of Voltron (aka Shiro). 

However, the influence from Lotor has made her a little too enraptured with the idea of Altean superiority and her specifically being a sort of ‘Chosen One’ figure now, that could lead to problems in the future. Specifically being more easily manipulated despite having a good head on her shoulders and the best of intentions. 

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Liked for a starter | @scallywxg

She had heard rumour about more Galra joining the Rebellion efforts that were not strictly aligned with the Blades. Though they had been vetted by several levels of security, and were not technically her concern, she still wondered. It was hard enough to remember at some moments that the Blades were truly allies, she was working diligently to try to amend her view on the Galra and not just see them all as treacherous back-stabbers, but it was not... an easy road it would seem despite her genuine efforts. 

Perhaps seeing more would help. Not just Soldiers, but more... ‘honest’ sorts of tradesmen. With The relief efforts for various freed worlds underway, the shipping yard on the station was very busy, a good feeling of union as everyone worked towards goods or not just war, but shared efforts for relief and sustainability. 

It took a little while before she found the ship she believed to be the one, with a shorter Galra woman going through the cargo logs of what they were taking wear. 

Allura straighten her back and glanced around at the hustle and bustle before she approached. “Are you integrating well?” Maybe that seemed too abrpt, she carried on to try to explain. “The systems here work with your ship’s systems? And everything is clear?” Well... that was less awkward? She couldn’t pull the words back in, so she remained composed and treated it as though it all was normal. 

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Wasn’t my intention to disappear, my bad. 

Like this to get a small starter to get things rolling again. 

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I shall get back here soooon. 

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Holiday family fun is over. I will try to get back here soon. 

I owe a couple posts and a starter. I have not forgotten!

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Headcanon markings for Allura. Subject to change, but I like how they came out.

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“Silver Moonlight” - Within Temptation

“I think that’s only what you have in mind.”

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She gave him a long look, and then narrowed her eyes a sliver. “That may be so. It is still the plan we are going with. Unless you want to contest that. If so, speak now.”

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❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”

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@pinkformourning​​  ♥’d for a lyric starter !   |  kesha  /  rainbow

                    ❛  I’m falling right back in love with being alive.  ❜

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She looked over to him with momentary surprise. It was a sudden sentiment. One that felt like maybe he hadn’t truly meant to share it but it had gathered up in him so readily, that it simply came out.

Even still, she smiled softly and looked back to the keys her fingers sat on as she thought on it.

“That is... truly a tremendous feeling. And one I am very grateful to hear from you.” She did worry for him some days. He had been through very much. “You have a Paladin’s heart.”

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@noxperditus - Continuation

She grinned and moved up a bit closer, going up on her tip toes, but he was still a formidable man in not just stature but height. She dropped back to her whole feet for a moment and then closed her eyes and concentrated, growing a bit taller as her people could, and though she wasn’t very good at it yet, she made enough of a difference that she could more easily give him the peck to his cheek.

With a grin and little chuckle, she took a couple steps back and quickly lost hold of the form shift, shrinking back down to her more natural state. “Well, Mother says it’s important to show people. And, you are Father’s best friend.”

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@paterfamileo - Continuation

She looked to him as he took in the sight before him. Wiggling her nose a bit and sniffling as she saw how exasperated he was with the scene. He did wear a small grin and did profess his love, but she felt a large sum of guilt welling up in her. “ I just wanted to finish it... and surprise you. You took too long!”

She hid behind the guise of blame and pushed her sopping towel forward, getting off the little step stool to go fetch another cloth and then hurried back, getting back up on it and peering over the edge of the counter, slapping the towel down on it and rubbing at the wet patches fiercely as some tears welled up in her eyes.

She sniffled again, trying to pretend they weren’t there. She’d wanted to impress him by doing a good job of it, and all she had done was prove herself incapable of something as simple as juice. “I thought I could do it.”

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Packing, holidays, visiting family, etc. Going to be a bit busy. Trying to get stuff together tonight. 

I’ve been a bit absent, but hoping to get back to more active with the time off over the holidays. 

Would love to talk and plot with people, so give this a like and I’ll hit you up in IM over the next little while. 

Otherwise, I’ll be getting to some stuff in the next couple days once I’m done traveling. 

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Theories that I may make into headcanons one day. 

An interesting though I had earlier, because of some ideas I had for Allura in a future verse. I started wondering a bit about the Altean face markings. 

And specifically about Honerva’s and how they changed over time. 

I don’t feel like I have quite enough evidence to say anything for certain, but I thought it was an interesting idea that perhaps they don’t change with age, as Alfor’s we never see altered, but rather with health. And how much time left an Altean’s body has in it’s current state. 

We only ever really see Honerva’s as altered/elongated when she is suffering from addiction/radiation poisoning (or something like that) from the quintessence. Which ultimately makes her sick and dying and her life expectancy thus shorter. 

An alternate theory could be that the markings are a product of the Altean’s born sensitivity to quintessence and ability for some to manipulate it, as we see with Allura and her ability to pilot the special features of the Castle of Lions. 

So perhaps over-exposure or an abundance of quintessence in the body shows through the markings in this way. Extending them or altering them. 

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noxperditus:

Indignation was the softest term one could use for the ugly emotion rising inside him.

Zarkon’s frown deepened as Allura told her story. He knelt down as she grew upset, at a loss as to how he could soothe her - the young Princess was upset, though she tried valiantly to hide. And the ones that upset her…

The Emperor shot a venomous glare over her shoulder, scattering the children that had been hiding and watching a short ways away. No doubt Alfor would hear complaints of his behaviour - rich, well to do parents claiming that Zarkon had threatened their children. 

Oh, if only they knew.

Where they on Daibazaal, were those children Galra, they would have paid dearly. Zarkon was not so cruel as to physically punish a child for being a brat; but to harass the royal family? That was a mighty transgression, and a week of physical labour would count as a lucky punishment. 

…But this was not Daibazaal, and his word was not law here. This was Altea. And though he would defend Allura with all he had, she was Alfor’s child; Alfor would decide how best to protect her.

“You acted admirably, Allura. Were I in your place I cannot say I would have been able to keep my calm.” Zarkon assured her, taking the young Princess at her word, “As a future Queen, it is important to learn to keep a level head.”

His expression fell slightly, irritation turning to sympathy. Allura was the future Queen of Altea; a political marriage, while Zarkon doubted Alfor would force it on her, may be in the cards for her future. The well-being of Altea came first.

It struck him then, how truly unfair it was to put such pressures on a child - and he wondered if her friends even realized how cruel they had been.

“…I wish I could tell you you need not worry about such things. And though I know your father would not easily put you in such a position…” He sighed, eyes downcast to the floor below them, “As sovereigns, we are expected to sacrifice much for the needs of our people.”

She clenched her teeth and a chill ran through her as he commended her for her behaviour. Certainly her own father would have seen through that little bit and known she’d lost her cool, or at least would have guessed that a little was amiss. Certainly her mother would have known. For some reason she had thought Zarkon, being as old and wise as he was would have too. 

And as momentarily elated she was that she’d gotten away with the fib, though minor, as he continued with the praise for her behaviour, she ducked her head in shame and looked up to him from the tops of her eyes. She made a small whine and wiggled her nose just a little. “I... I didn’t. I yelled. And... got angry, b-but- what they said was just mean.” 

In her innocence that she had been afforded by being her father’s daughter, she had unknowingly expected him to do just that, to tell her not to worry, but then as she told him the opposite, she looked up to him with wider eyes. A touch of awe in them, and a young terror, not certain how yet to understand or process the message, but knowing that it made her feel a twinge of worry deep down. 

“Is... is that why you married an Altean?”