#zaggar

[kathrahender]

Can we please recognize how the villains/antagonists have such a good taste in women?

Like:

It's impeccable.

[depressocafe]

To My Anonymous Asker:

I got an ask from you wondering what my Voltron ships are. I honestly don't know what happened but the ask was gone when I checked again and I can't figure out what to do to get it back so if you come across my page again these are the answers to your ask. I'm sorry it took so long, thank you for having an interest in my blog and me.

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My OTPS: Zaggar/Zonerva, Kaxca, Allurance

LGBTQIA+: Lunk, Adam/Curtis/Shiro, Zethred/Ezor, Allura/Romelle, Veronacxa, Klance (but only a little bit)

Rare Pairs: Romelle/James, Haggar/Raht, Tavo/Merla

Other: Lotor/Ven'tar, Lotor/Allura, Allura/Kolivan

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Over all I'm relatively comfortable with most of the ships in the series but these are just the ones I think of the most.

[pillessal]

I wonder mom and dad love story 

[drawnandredrawn]

Today’s Daily Honey brought to you by throwing some quick color on a base sketch with minimal cleanup because I have the attention span of a goldfish.  Also accidental fingertip amputations.  Sorry Zarkon.

I might go back and actually finish this as a proper piece eventually (especially because hair always looks Y I K E S in my roughs!) but like honestly how many times can I just draw him touching her face from just out of frame before I riot at myself?  2021 goal is to include more of Zarkon in my Zaggar/Zonerva pictures!

[shirophantomvox]

Any Advice?

What’s up y’all? I’m here with another story from the prompt : Alfor learns Zarkon is getting married by @vld-prompts. Enjoy! 

The red sky on Planet Daibaazal seemed rather darker than usual. This was a beautiful darker shade of red. The sky was a beautiful ombre blended red to dark red with the sky full of stars. The sky and ground suddenly were full of light brown dust, quickly flying and dissolving in the air.  Out came the creator of Voltron; King Alfor of Altea. He nearly ran up the many stairs of Daibazaal to meet his friend on the platform. When he removed his helmet, Zarkon looked rather upset than content like he usually did. The snow-white haired king frowned, shaking his head. Zarkon had everything he wanted at his fingertips; what could he possibly be upset about?

“Is something wrong, Zarkon?” 

The King saw that he had something folded in his hands, his fists were clenched; hard. Zarkon looked flushed; so flushed as if he’d seen a ghost. 

As the two friends were on their way to the “Board Room”(The board room is a  room where Zarkon had important meetings with his high ranking generals), everyone was running up and down the halls with flowers, table cloths, balloons, and other elegant party favors trying to place them in their necessary places. The inside of the Galra Palace already looked fabulous, but these gold and red decorations made the little details pop. It was customary that no later than 1 phobe after a proposal, the groom has to provide a “welcoming dinner” for the brides’ family and close friends. This was done so that the “strangers” could be quickly acquainted. This event happened up until a movement before the wedding. Galra weddings were slightly different than the ones on Earth. Both the groom and bride wear matching colors of red, black, and gold while the audience wore just purple, pink, or white. Instead of the bride having a veil, she wore a flower crown full of her planet’s most popular flower. This symbolized delicacy and trust. The groom also wore a flower crown full of red roses. The roses symbolized love and commitment. Instead of reading vows, they light three candles; each symbolizing hope, faith, and encouragement.  It could be said that the Galra valued relationships more than any species in the universe. Alfor had asked Zarkon over and over what was bothering him but he kept skurring around the question. 

“Zarkon, you didn’t answer my question. What’s going on? Why is everyone running around like their heads are cut off?” 

“Boy, you can’t just let it go, can you?”

“Well, you’re acting rather strange.”

“How?”

“Well for starters, you haven’t said anything to Blaytz about him asking the server for his fighting schedule.” 

“I’ve never minded that.”

“You’re lying. Dare I ask? Why are you being so...nice?”

“What? I’ve always been nice!”

“No, you haven’t. You’re very stern.”

Alfor folded his arms and gave Zarkon the stare of slight intimidation. He wasn’t going anywhere until the tea was spilled.  

“Very well. I’ll tell you.” 

“I’m listening.” 

“Don’t make a big deal about this but...I proposed to Honerva 3 movements (weeks)  ago.” 

Alfor eyes widened and his mouth dropped nearly to the ground. His reaction was priceless! The King was rather surprised that his stern, follow-by-the-book friend had found love and that he was actually going to pursue marriage for love rather than seeking out a bride. You see, for several deca-phobes, each Emperor, Prince, and Princess would be matched with a partner to marry but Zarkon decided that he would no longer participate in that tradition. When he was a prince, his father tried to arrange for him to be married to a woman that attended the same military school as him. She was very nice and sweet, but he did not love her and she didn’t love him. Some Galra didn’t hesitate to tell  Zarkon about how disappointed they were once they found out that he was breaking tradition. It was more surprising that he was going to marry Honerva of all people. She was free-spirited in a way; not only did she enjoy learning and teaching others about science and the endless solutions it provided, but she also enjoyed her free time and did whatever she wanted. Zarkon on the other hand lives his life on a narrow path. He trained day and night and when he did have free time, he spent it hiding from Kova. Well, you know what they say...opposites attract. 

“That’s wonderful news! I saw her yesterday. Why didn’t she say anything?”

“I told her to keep it a secret. I was planning on telling you all once you came over for dinner. I wasn’t expecting for you to stop by so early.” 

“Well, cheer up! Marriage is a great thing! You’ve found your other half!”

“I’m aware of that I’m just...I don’t know...nervous…?”

Alfor laughed. Is this coming from the strong-willed Emperor Zarkon? No way. 

“This is why I didn’t want to say anything.”

“Forgive me Zarkon.  You are one of the most powerful leaders in the known universe. What do you have to be nervous about?”

“I may be powerful, but a charmer? No. I’m not funny like her. She’s smart and beautiful but me? All I can do is lead the military and that’s it.” 

“Obviously, there’s something that she likes about you. Whenever we met for our morning meetings for the last 12 phoebs (months), you were all she talked about! She said you had a sense of humor!”

“Huh?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just pulling your string, Zarkon. She said that your ability to lead shows how much you value the people around you and how you care about their safety and wellbeing. Don’t be so hard on yourself, my friend. Everything will be ok.” 

“I hope so. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” 

Zarkon pointed to a room where he and Alfor entered and sat in two cherry red comfortable cushioned chairs. 

“What’s going through your head?”

Zarkon sighed and wiped his face. 

“How were you able to confess your love for Melenor in front of a crowd of people without tearing up?” 

“I imagined that we were alone. If you tear up, that’s ok! It’s perfectly normal to cry. Just look into her eyes and speak from the heart.” 

“I know...but--”

“I’m sure you did that when you proposed, didn’t you?”

“Yes. I have another question.”

“What is it?”

“How did you get through your...honeymoon?” 

Alfor smiled and raised a brow. He was a genius by day and a freak by night. 

“I can’t advise you about that. That’s something you and your wife will have to figure out.”

“How?”

“You’re overthinking it. Just wait for you two to be alone together in 5x5 room. Remember how you felt when you kissed her fo the first time? Multiply that by 10 million. Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” 

Zarkon sighed in relief. Talking to his best friend made him feel so much better and more confident. What’s better than putting that confidence to the test? The door flung open and there stood a woman dressed in a purple gown and a purple hat with a beautiful flower on it. This was Zarkon’s royal advisor; she was his public representative. 

“Sir. Honerva is here,  awaiting your presence.”

“She’s here now? I told her--”

A heavenly sound came from behind this woman’s head. So quiet and elegant, I might add. Zarkon already knew who it was. He stood up straight and proceeded to the threshold of the door. 

“May I come in?”

Her bright blue eyes were piercing through his soul. She smiled because she was finally going to have some alone time to talk about their future and any other arrangements.  Her Altean markings began to glow as she began to scratch Kova on his stomach. She knew Zarkon hated Kova, but this was her way to pick at him in the most loving way possible. 

“Please, do.” 

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[ladyemberswrites]

Posting this without context-

Warning! References to child Abuse!

Zarkon scoffs, pulling away, realizing that his threat of bloodshed would not give him what he wants "Playing the victim does you no good, Lotor. You lacked discipline, I responded accordingly, but it seems to me no amount it has cured your petulance" Lotor sniffed before looking away then. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” he dismissed him “Now, if you're done being ridiculous, I’d like to take my leave. I have places to go, things to do” 

“An odd way of saying-cowering in the shadows like a spineless twit” Lotor rose from his chair. 

“Whatever you say.” as he made way for the exit “Oh, by the way-” 

“What?” The question was on the tip of his tongue-for a brief moment he thought to ask, but then reconsidered it. 

“Nothing,” Lotor shakes his head before leaving the War room. Zarkon stood, glaring at the sliding door, watching his son’s backside disappear from his sight. It did not take a genius to know that Lotor was up to nothing good-or at least nothing good that benefited him. 

The spiteful brat! Continuing to be difficult. 

-but,-the question will always remain the same-up to what? He narrowed his eyes, his teeth and fist clenching. He turned away from the door to look out the window, staring off into the endless depths of space. The door hisses open again, he smells her long before he sees her reflection in the window before him. Yet he cannot seem to shake the feeling that something was amiss about her. He debates on whether not to pry into the matter-

“Sire?” her voice-cold, raspy-so, different from the warm, passionate one that he had come to be intimate with. Zarkon growled lowly under his breath-why was he thinking of such? The past? Reminiscing about the woman that his wife-advisor was-he was not sentimental in the least. These thoughts only seem to come to him when that brat of his lingers around him for longer than he liked. Always looking at him with the eyes and face stolen from his mother. Inquisitive, sharp, observant-like Honerva reborn. It’s moments-when he casts him looks reminiscent of his dead mother that Zarkon is grateful that Lotor has his complexion and the color and silt of his eyes. Galra eyes. 

Him and Alfor’s damn daughter. The only other person living that causes him to feel such insignificant sentimentalities-Princess Allura. The fact that she continues to breathe is a light against him in every way-prattling on about peace and unity-talking the way Alfor used to talk of idealistic fantasies. 

Sapphire-kaleidoscopic eyes, brimming with fire.

He glares at nothing but the reflection imprinted in the glass.

“Sire?” Haggar spoke again. Once again he’s filled with an indescribable desire to touch her face-like he did once before. Instead he clasp his hands behind his back in typical galra fashion and does not turn to look at her.

“Lotor is up to something” 

“Then I will see to it-” 

“No.” she stops in her tracks, her robes whishing along the smooth floor “ we’ll wait this time-let him make the first move” 

“And if were too late-” 

“You distrust me, Haggar?” 

She pauses for a long moment, a moment longer than Zarkon liked “No, sire. I have complete faith your judgement” 

“Then trust me”