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On one of their science expeditions with Matt few years post-canon Pidge finds a pod with one of Shiro’s clones who happened to keep Shiro’s memories up to the moment of battle with Zarkon.

Shidge Venom AU ... Who wants me to write a plot about about 

and tell me if you want more pics from it 

Day 3: it’s a love-hate relationship

Katie was nearly 14 the year they went missing. It was the year she began her search for the truth, and the year Shiro hooked his claws into her for good.

“I’ve had more than enough of this girl snooping around where she doesn't belong!” the scarred commander grumbled.

Shiro nodded. An idle gesture. It was a surprise really. He thought he'd never see her again, this auburn-haired sprite, the youngest of the Holt family.

He'd believed any hope of even a conversation alone with her was a pipe dream when he first saw her encircled by loved ones. 

But her father and brother were, by all accounts, dead. And surely her poor mother was being left in the dark.

Katie was alone.

He watched her from the window, kicking and screaming that they couldn’t keep her out as she was escorted off the Garrison's premises. But his eyes were quick to return to the kow towing president in front of him.

“My apologies for the interruption, Mr. Shirogane.”

Takashi dismissed his concern with a genial smile.

“Not at all. Please, continue.”

As the Galaxy Garrison's most prestigious and generous patron, a silly girl like Katie Holt was surely far beneath his concern...

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“I need your help.”

The office was tidy, suspiciously so. The only seat available an upturned stool stashed in the corner. But no one ever stayed long enough to need one.

“Really?” The long-haired man behind the desk drawled. “And pray tell,” he said, intertwining his hands as he leaned forward. “What does the great Shirogane need my help for?”

“I'm acquiring a new asset,” he answered without missing a beat. “And I'm going to need your services to keep it safe for me.”

A pause. A devilish smirk. “Well, well... I must say I'm surprised. And curious”

“Don't be. I'm paying you to do a job, not to ask questions.”

“Alright, calm down.” He held up a beckoning finger. “Hand them over.”

Shiro retrieved a ziploc containing a folded photograph, a set of keys, and a small stack of cash from inside his suit jacket.

The man slipped the money under the desk, then turned his attention to the photo. “My, my,” he said as he inspected the girl in the picture. He brushed a finger over her face. “What a beauty.”

“Lotor...” Shiro warned.

Lotor chuckled as he stood up. “I'll notify you when it's ready.” He opened the door for his guest. “Have a good day, Takashi.”

Guess who is gonna go watch venom tomorrow  i already have talked about some head canons  maybe expect more art soon 

Inspired by Siamés’ song. Please listen. I think they are great.

*this takes place in season 6 where Lotor travels to that other Altean place. Can’t remember exactly, but yeah... Other than that, nothing is canon. Like all my work

@grbgcn2 here you go bby. <3

@olkarianprincess- a reward for your amazing disappearance acts.

“Another failure, your highness,” Gruflar, an assisting druid, reported.

A fist slammed down as the the Galran leader let out a frustrated sigh. It has been months without any success and Lotor was starting to get impatient. Ever since he had found his mother’s notes and memorized them to the teeth, Lotor was sure to have claimed a successful  experiment by now.

The Alteans he had gathered as “willingly” volunteers, they have all failed. Either their bodies rejected the dark quintessence and poisoned them or if they did accept it, they were quickly killed by his prized champion, Kuro, a druid of high caliber. Lotor’s goal was to create a robeast that was able to withstand the precise attacks from his prized druid that could slay dozens with just one swipe of his arm. Once succeeded, it would be then unleashed to fight against Voltron. Some say that it would have been more effective to have a clone army of the champion he so held possessively. An obstacle to that was that he had no clue as to where that base would be located. His prized druid had terrible memory. That, and replicating him had proven to be an utter failure. Much like his robeast.

When the discovery of other Alteans came about in this alternate universe, Lotor had made it a quest to start experimenting on them and transform them into robeast, monstrosities that could bring great devastation to civilizations. The thing is he needs to make one that is stable and can hold against the fatal blows Kuro delivers. Not to mention one that needs to heed his every command. These monstrosities have no mind of their own. They could not tell what was left or right without the guidance of Lotor himself, or whichever commanding officer was in control.

That is why Lotor had slammed his fist on the table for what felt like twentieth time that day. It had been seven months and he felt no closer to success than when he first started. Peering back at his mother’s notes, it just wasn’t understood how she was able to get success. He did everything right. Followed everything to the teeth and did repetitions just in case. They all ended the same. The Altean either rejected and poisoned itself from the dark quintessence or Kuro would strike down the frail robeast with ease.

“I do not understand,” exclaimed the prince, “But I followed everything! I even increased or decreased the amount of this toxic quintessence and still the outcome is the same.” Lotor drew out a disappointed sigh. Trying to hold in his anger, he quickly composed himself and called out to Kuro.

The prized druid came to where he was called and kneeled before prince. “If I may speak, your highness, it is rather a bore that there is no challenge for me. Every one of these have been so eas-”

Lotor slammed his fist, effectively interrupting the both druids before him. Kuro always had a habit of speaking in such a manner against any one in power. Taking in a deep breath, Lotor composed himself and turned to the kneeling druid who had a smirk on his face. Lotor knew that Kuro succeeded in bristling up his anger. It was what he loved to do.

“I know! I am not as dense as you think I am, you vile creature.”

Feigning hurt, Kuro looked up at the prince, “And here I thought I was your most prized champion.” Yellow eyes inspected his nails as the smirk returned once more. Taunting Lotor was the one thing that gave Kuro a rise in motivation.

He was taken away from his thoughts when Lotor slammed his fist against the glass. Rising up, Kuro walked next to the Lotor, observing the carnage he caused being cleaned up and disposed. It was situations like these where Kuro expressed no humanity. He mainly had cold exteriors that only gave way when he taunted the prince.

“I-if it pleases my lord, I can dump this creature in the pod of quintessence to shut him up,” spoke Gruflar, the assisting druid who had a vile smile that dripped in a venomous tone.

Getting into a menacing stance, Kuro was about to strike a blow when Lotor just sighed.

“No need. This brute doesn’t need the quintessence to make him any more stupid.”

The smile dissipated into one of disappointment as Kuro sent a sickeningly sweet smile, followed by a commentary of “kiss ass”.

Pacing back and forth, Lotor began to think out loud, ”It has been seven months and I am no closer to success than where I was on the first month. What am I doing wrong? Every failure leads me closer to wasting the resources in this dimension. I have already adjusted the quintessence. Would I need to drastically change the formula? But how would I go on about doing that without wasting time in rewriting the entire-”

Before the thought was finished, a sentry entered with such urgency, it caused him to be slammed by the energy of the druid and a distasteful glare from Kuro. Sensing the urgency in the air, Lotor nodded to Gruflar to let him go and Kuro to standby.

“What is the urgency that has brought you here?” questioned the prince. If it wasn’t for the glare the prince was giving off, the sentry would have believed that Lotor would not have been angry at the sudden intrusion.