In Voltron: Legendary Defender, the Galran salute "Vrepit Sa" means "Killing thrust".
Today I found out it also resembles a Slovak term, "vrepiť sa", which means "to thrust into", related to Polish "upiór" and Ukrainian "упир" (both meaning "vampire"). One linguist therefore claimed that the original meaning in ancient Slavic might had meant "one who bites".
Does anyone else, especially who can understand Slovak, see this coincidence?
[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.
These are my two sonas ^ (yes I did get them before I realized I was a fictokin of both Lance and Keith but shhh)
Another way I portray my irl self is with Keith kogane in his BoM suit, it’s how I see myself in almost every situation or drawing, can’t really see my irl self as me
some of my other non-kin-related sona’s:
(yes that second one is based off of one of the evil exes from Scott pilgrim LOL)
[A/N] thank you so much for this request @sarasanddollar! A note for this one shot. As a person who has struggled with my appearance and how I present myself to others, this topic resonates a LOT with me. It’s not easy to break habits where you’re literally tearing yourself down every minute of everyday, and then learning to love yourself at the same time. I just want to let every person who reads this to know, that you are BEAUTIFUL, both inside and out. I’m not saying that to just say it, there is something in each of us that makes us unique and special in our own way, and THAT is true beauty. It’s a struggle to see it for yourself, but take it one day at a time, and when you reach the top, there is a whole new level of you that you think you would never be able to find. Okay, I’m off my soap box, enjoy the fic! ✨🪐
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The gentle, flowy material of your dress tickled you the same as the tears in the corner of your eyes. The sound of your heels clicked loudly as you rushed down the hallway and into an empty room. Shutting the blast doors behind you, all emotions released, filling the room to the brim with hurt and fear.
You reassured yourself before tonight’s party that the whole event was going to be a success. As you let your dress flow beneath you, simple strands of jewels and silver hung from your ears and neck. The part of empress on full display. Admiring yourself in any mirror you passed, your confidence was sky high.
Until you approached the grand hall.
As you were announced, the room fell silent. Anxious but hold, you entered the room, greeting your new subjects with a simple nod and smile. Out of the corner of your eye, partygoers nudged each other, glancing at you, and stifled their laughter. That was all that set off the downfall of the night.
As the host, Lotor and you went around making small talk and conversing with guests. Your interactions and Lotor’s were fairly different. While Lotor was praised in every aspect, you were belittled with backhanded compliments that criticized your only weakness.
Yourself.
Passing by in a crowd, you could hear whispers and snickers about your appearance.
“What went through her mind when picking out that?”
“You would think this newfound queen would have some sense of style and look.”
“Isn’t that dress gorgeous? I wouldn’t be caught dead in it though. Too much attention I would say.” A blue skinned alien with wavy, shining platinum hair said, although her outfit was more scandalous than yours. You thought you could feel a draft on your shoulders, she could feel the blasting winds of space in so many places on her.
“Oh my goodness, your hair!” Another exclaimed. Joined by the blue skinned alien and her possè of similar figures, they all gathered round you to take a good, close look at the galaxy’s new empress.
Hoping to finally hear some positive words, you smiled. “Do you like it?”
With raised eyebrows, their eyes checking you up and down, they all nodded in fake honesty. It was very hard to not let your mask falter.
“It’s certainly something!” The blue alien chuckled. You gave a sound of agreement in return, making your way to your seat placed next to the throne. This was a nightmare. With your drink in hand, you sipped slowly, your eyes traveling over the crowd.
Smack dab in the middle was Lotor, beaming with pride and contentment. A sight to see, Lotor caught sight of your loving gaze, giving a small wave of acknowledgement. You waved back, the corners of your mouth upturn in what you wanted to show as a “everything is fine” smile. Sighing, it was anything but. Heart sinking in your chest, you wanted to disappear into the floor, or better yet, shot off into space.
You couldn’t understand why you were being treated this way. Having always been respected by almost everyone, when did the switch up happen and what did you do to deserve it? The hole of self doubt and destruction was widening the more you questioned it. So deep in your head, you didn’t notice the same blue alien from earlier slithering her way next to you, carrying on her conversation with her group of friends. Each sentence from her was louder than the last one.
You knew strategy. She wanted you to hear what she had to say loud and clear.
“All I’m saying is, that an Emperor shouldn’t feel the need to settle with that for a companion. I can name more than hundred beautiful aliens who could do a way better job than her.” She proclaimed.
That’s all you needed to hear. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself, you gracefully exited the room, the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger with each step. You were not going to let anyone see you cry. As you were walking through, you passed by Lotor, who immediately took notice. His brows furrowed, you met his gaze briefly. Eyes full of tears, you shook your head and stormed out.
And that’s where we are. Blotting your eyes to minimize a questionable exit, you couldn’t help but tear up more. This has always been a struggle. Your whole life you had always felt second best, the one chosen last in everything. It hurt so badly. For a time, you felt incapable of loving or being loved. You managed to crawl out of the pit of negativity and found the good and beauty in yourself, watching yourself become a powerful, caring person who did not give a care in the world for the words spoken negatively about her.
After all this, it felt like all that progress was thrown out of the window.
Your eyes darted up as the blast doors opened, revealing a concerned Lotor. With the doors closed, he strode over to you, approaching cautiously.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly, hands clasped behind his back.
You glanced at him, nodding. “I-I’m fine.” Your voice cracked. Goddamnit.
Lifting your head gently with his hand, he rubbed his thumb across your cheek. A simple gesture as sweet as this was enough for you to let loose your emotions around Lotor. Bringing you closer in, he wrapped you in his arms.
“My love, tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, his hands now holding your face in his hands. “You know I hate to see you so upset, it pains me.”
Placing your hand over his, you closed your eyes and asked the question that was big on your mind. “Y-you’re not settling with me, are you?”
“What do you mean?” He questioned.
As you explained your series of events that led to your eventual departure, Lotor’s face fell significantly into shock and anger.
“That’s why I asked if you were settling with me.” You said. “You don’t know what that does to me. Just when I get out, it pulls me back in. The entire night, I’ve been attacked and prodded for how I look, and I feel like I have embarrassed the throne and especially you.”
It felt like forever until you felt the soft touch of Lotor’s lips against yours, his kiss melting away your pain instantly. It was an ache, but less so now.
“I will tell you this right now.” He spoke with sincerity and love. “I chose you, above everyone else. There has never been a being so kind to me as you have, and I have been eternally grateful that the stars had brought you to my side. Every time I look at you, I see the goodness in this cruel galaxy, and it brings me so much peace. It will always be you over anything else.”
Smiling weakly at Lotor’s affirmations, you teased, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“It’s the honest truth. I will never lie to you.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek before your lips met again. This intimate physical therapy brought you down back into a clear mindset, but drunk on Lotor’s touch.
“I love you.” Lotor whispered. “I always will.”
“I love you.” You replied, smiling.
You didn’t want to leave each other’s hold, an eternity required to stay like this. You realized what the result of the Emperor and Empress’s absence of the party could do.
“We should probably go back.” You said finally.
“I mean, do we?” Lotor sighed. “If we do go back, you know a public shaming and possible execution is in order.”
“I’m thinking that would make us look like bad hosts.” You laughed. “How about after the party?”
“Alright, alright. If you insist.” He gave in. Holding his arm out, you gently wrapped your hand around his forearm.
This is how it was meant to be, by each other’s side, building each other up and themselves for greatness. You couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for you, your Lotor, and the galaxy.
Oh my fuck... we need to talk about that bed. Im PISSED we never seen an altean/galran bedroom. I NEED to know how could they look like
Hi, anon! LOL hmmm, yeah, I don't think we saw a Galran bedroom in VLD. We got a few shots of Allura's room on the Castle of Lions, if that counts as an Altean bedroom? It was very sparse:
(Image description: A screenshot of Princess Allura's bedroom on the Castle of Lions, featuring a large bed, a vanity with mirror, and sheer curtains around the bed.)
I would assume, given the unpredictable nature of space flight and the capacity for items to move around and get broken, that both Alteans and Galrans would likely choose to have sparse living quarters, at least while on a spaceship.
But I bet they would hide personal belongings (anything they were able to grab before their planet was destroyed, mementos from travels) in compartments. And those compartments could probably tell you more about that individual person.
Maybe if an Altean or Galran refugee ever settled on a planet away from the ships and the wars, they might have difficulty adjusting to the ability to display their belongings?
Yay! Finally got to finish this! Twins tag teaming against an unfortunate Galran soldier. Poor bugger, he’s not paid enough for this.
Anyway, I wanted to draw Pidge and Chip together. But sometimes I struggle coming up with something. But, the screenshot of Pidge and Matt ready to wreck that bounty hunter. So, I went over it with some changes. Huzzah for twins!
Original picture.
