#poor lotor

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PART I: The Stars have Spoken | ✅

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PART II: The Heirs of an Empire | ✅

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PART III: The Unworthy Prince | ✅

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PART everything else | ☑️ not yet :')

i need to go back in and do a read-through cause I haven't done that yet, but we're a little under 4.5k words. editing it will hopefully not take too long.

slight spoilers below the cut—I'm trying to figure out just how bad I wanna make Zarkon.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh, I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

(I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me) He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!

Those who blamed Lotor for everything he did to the colony and took him down because of that never mentiones colony again (even when they had an opportunity to talk about it)

Happy Halloween2017

wolf!Keith because he’s a lone wolf.... Does that make sense??

Lotor: *having a hangover from his quintessence binge* Ugggghhhh. Heavens, what happened last night? Oh, stars I think I might be ill.

Sincline Ship: You don’t even want to know, my friend. Also, if you’re going to be sick, please do it in the trash receptacle and not in my head.

Lotor: No worries, I believe I’ll be fine in a few tic- WAIT, WHAT? WHO’S VOICE IS THAT?! SHOW YOURSELF!

Sincline: Its your conscience, Lotor......No, its me you dullard, Sincline.

Lotor: Oh dear, I’m hallucinating the ship speaking to me. I going mad in here aren’t I?

Sincline: Lotor, my beloved pilot, you are a nitwit. This is the most sane experience you’ve had in the past several quintants! If you hadn’t spent all that time trying to romance the princess, you’d have been informed of my sentience and ability to communicate with you.

Lotor: Mmm, a slight oversight on my part. How do I disable this feature, I have a feeling that this might get to be... bothersome in excess.

Sincline: I’m afraid that’s not possible, my ambitious pilot. You’ll just have to be patient because we are going to be together like this for a long, long time.