10.000 years

A MESSAGE TO THOSE KLANCE AND SHEITH ANTIS

there has been rivalry between the two ships klance and sheith, and it is getting a bit irritating. as someone who ships both sheith and klance, i have to say this:

DEAR KLANCE SHIPPERS (or anyone rlly) WHO HATE SHEITH:
most ppl who hate sheith think its pedophilia.
sheith isnt pedophilia if they dont have canon ages so *lance voice* shut ur quiznak 
we DONT know any of their ages
i repeat, WE. DONT. KNOW. ANY. OF. THEIR. AGES.
OKAY?
(its funny too bc some ppl who hate sheith like shallura, even though thats pedophilia. i mean, come on. allura and shiro have a 10,000 year age gap. BOI.)

DEAR SHEITH SHIPPERS (or anyone rlly) WHO HATE KLANCE:
most ppl who hate klance think its abusive bc they fight every now and then.
klance isnt abusive…they have a thing for each other and they do get along sometimes-its kind of like siblings, y'know? sure, u may fight sometimes, but u still love each other (ig for most ppl) 
bUT STILL
ITS NOT ABUSIVE
WHY TF IS IT ABUSIVE
LITERALLY ITS NORMAL TO HAVE FIGHTS EVERY NOW AND THEN. Plus, they are no where near wanting to kill each other so no, it isnt abusive.

thank you and have a good day.


So a few weeks ago I got interested what made us human apex predators(cuz lets face it we don’t look intimidating). One of the obvious is superior intelligence but that can’t be all. I figured I put a list together for any writer that want to use this information. (these are all google facts so feel free to do your own research or correct me)

Also disclaimer: This post excludes anything that has to do with our above intelligence(like use of weapons) and dexterity thumps, because those are a given. I wanted to concentrate on what else helped us survive in the wild. And this post does not say that the modern human is like this, its about people that still live out in the wilderness or 10 000 years ago.

  • Unique Hunting
    • We humans are persistent hunters, so instead of the typical predator approach by stalking our prey and kill it fast, we let our prey know we are here. We tried to hit it with rocks or spears, if the first strike didn’t kill it, we would just calmly walk after it and try again. This goes on over hours, usually during the hottest time of the day, not giving the poor thing a chance to rest until it’s finally to exhausted to run away. We would literally walk our pray to death. There are other animals that hunt like this(wolves) but we humans are the best at it.
  • Insanely Good Trackers
    • This is tied in with our intelligence but I wanted to give it an extra point. Most animals track by smell, which we don’t. We track foot print and things like fur on branches or broken twigs. Water or rain will wash away a scent but following broken twigs is a bit easier in the rain.
  • Amazing Cardio
    • We can’t out sprint any animal but we can outrun them. Humans are within the top 5 animals that are able to walk/jog/run long distances without needing a break. And we are the only predator in that  list.
  • Incredible Aim (hand eye coordination)
    • Out of all the animals we have by far the best aim. Other species with similar abilities just don’t have the same success rate.
  • Best climbers
    • We are one of the best climbers there are and if you don’t believe me watch a parkour video.
  • We eat everything (and i mean everything)
    • We eat many things that are either unenjoyable for animals or poisonous. Our digestive system is unique and allows us to digest these poisons without a problem. While some of these poisons would be dangerous enough in large doses, it is literally impossible for us to OD on them if we eat them as food. Here’s a list:
      • Chocolate
      • Spicy food (is not deadly just unenjoyable)
      • Milk (Humans are the only animals on earth that are lactose tolerant when we grow into adulthood)
      • Avocado
      • Garlic 
      • Coconut
      • Yeast bread
      • Eggs
      • Grapes/Raisins
      • Onions
  • Super Healing
    • Our flesh wounds stop bleeding relatively fast and heal fast too.We heal so well that a broken bone is considered a relative minor medical issue. A broken bone is a death sentence in the animal kingdom and even for modern days vets its impossible sometime to heal an animal’s broken bone. Not only do our bones heal fast but it grows stronger afterward.
  • Lack of Fur
    • Animals that don’t sweat need to regulate their heat by panting. Humans have much better way at regulating heat: we sweat. Sweating happens parallel to whatever activity we do and allows us to perform these task without needing a break. If you made a dog do sports like a human it would have a heatstroke.

All in all we are a species that can adapt to any sort of environment thanks to these traits. 

So I was thinking about how Lance would react with the whole Lion musical chair switch thing…and then I thought about how the Black Lion would view Lances reaction. And. You know. Black Paladin Lance endgame.


Black, as the new Paladins called her, saw Blue’s cub often, even before her own kitten had disappeared. Blue’s baby was so sweet always visiting his Lion.

Shiro never visited her.

So, of course, Black paid attention to the new visitor in the Lions Den.

The Paladin would sit criss cross apple sauce, as he called it, in front of Blacks sister as he’d regale Blue with his day. There were clear dramatic embellishments but Black found the little cub endearing, with how he flailed his tiny limbs and painted Blues claws. He seemed to have some self confidence issues as well, and the Red kit seemed to get angry at him whenever he saw hik in the Den.

The cub didn’t stop dropping by after the Paladins and their Princess decided to shuffle things around either, the kitten would visit with Red, doing his best to bond with the temperamental lion, but he never forgot Blue.

He also never yelled at Red.

Black wasn’t very fond of Red’s Paladin. Red was bitter because her kit no longer spent time with her, but she seemed to be growing attached to Blue’s kitten.

Black was envious of Red and Blue both, Yellow and Green were content as neither had to play musical paladins.

It was silly that the five humans and two Alteans thought they had any choice in the matter of who piloted them. Blue especially had taken her time selecting her Paladin, a whole 10, 000 years.

Black just wished the Red kit and the Princess would stop prancing around as if she would actually let the kit pilot her.

She’d much prefer Blue’s cub. This caused some strife between her and her sisters, Red wishing to make her lot jealous, Blue just wanting her cub back for herself.

In all honesty Black just didn’t want the Red Paladin to pilot her because Shiro thought he was the one to pick his replacement. Black would have to go through a few more training techniques before she wold be satisfied when the humans and Aliens found Shiro.

But it would take them far to much time to find Shiro if they kept trying to get Reds Paladin pilot her. If they wanted Shiro they should give her Lance. She wanted to get her claws done like Red and Blue!

Black was completley allowed to be kitish every once in a millenia.

Black growled as the Red kit banged his fists against he barrier, what did he hop to get from this? Black walled over to where Blue and Red were sitting she was done with the Red cub.

The Red Paladin followed after her, clearly indignant. Black ignored him and Greens giggles. Blue nuzzled her gently, trying to provide some comfort. Red merely Mooney after her Paladin.

The red cub yelled a little longer before stalking off, almost crashing into the sweet Blue kitten. Black, Blue and Red sat up a little straighter, purring excitedly as the kit made his way to them. Green and Yellow wandered over curiously.

Black turned to Blue, doing her best to plead with her eyes. Yellow nudged the cub with her muzzle, poKing him with her claws.

The Blue kit looked at the Lions in awe. Black smiled appreciatively with the rest of her pride. Yes, this was a good cub. Nice amount of fear and adoration.

Blue sighed dramatically and plucked up her cub in her mouth, placing the terrified and flailing kitten onto Black’s nose. Black beamed.

The kitten fainted.

The Woman from Italy dipped her hand into the stars, running her fingers through the great glowing coils of the universe.

The Distant Prince explored every far-off cave and every out of the way hole, all of the dark places.

The cloud in the corner of the sky glowed, changing colors every second and dropping dead animals long before animals ever existed. I sat cross-legged in a lake for 10,000 years.


But nothing lasts forever, not even us.

—  Episode 109 - A story about Huntokar
Like Father, Like Son.

Everyone felt it that day.

The castle was quieter than it should have been, and quieter than it had ever been before.

It was Father’s Day.
And someone was missing.

Breakfast was silent, and Keith didn’t e bother to show up. That had become the norm for the red paladin though.

Pidge sat quietly next to Hunk, eyes red from lack of sleep and probably crying too.

Hunk are slower than usual, looking around at the members of the table but never making eye contact.

Coran was trying to get Allura to eat something, for he knew how today troubled her. Alfor was gone, but this was her first Father’s Day without him after 10,000 years since the last.

Lance sat at the end of the table, away from everyone. He stared at his food goo but took no particular interest in actually eating it.

Shiro was missing, the most father like person he had was gone. His hero.

Lance and the others had planned it all out; once they found out when it would be in space.

They were going to make him a food goo feast, and have a sort of celebration in the training room.

The mice rehearsed a show, and everyone made gifts or cards of sorts.

It would have been the best Father’s Day once could have in space. That was until Shiro went missing weeks prior.

Lance was also missing Fathers Day back at his home on Earth, and he knew for sure the others did too.

They all had a Space Dad to miss, and actual Dad’s to miss. The castle was quiet.

The blue paladin stood, taking his plate and putting it in the washer. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

With head bowed, he padded off to the observatory, where he had been everyday since Shiro went missing.

Everyone stayed away from each other, unless it was time for a mission or there was an attack.

Pidge in her room.
Hunk in the kitchen.
Keith in the training area.
Allura and Coran just… about.

As the door glided open and Lance entered, he let out a sigh and went to sit in the middle of the room.

“Show me Earth.”

The holographic map of the solar system covered the room, and right in front of Lance flowed Earth, brightest of them all.

Lance smiled sadly, “Hey there.”

He sat down, and just watched it spin in time. Lance wondered what it was like back there.

His mama would be cooking all day. Making snacks and dips and punches of all flavors.

His papa would be out, sent off away from the house as his day was prepared.

All of his brothers and sisters would be cleaning the yard, cleaning the pool, or cleaning the house.

It would be very busy.

Lance always preferred to stay in the kitchen and cook with his mother.

When father would come home, he would always scoop Lance up, no matter how big he was or how old he had gotten, and place him on his back.

“Lance! You ready to get in the pool?”

It was fun.
The blue eyed boy missed them.

His reminiscence was interrupted by the door open, and Lance looked up to see Coran approaching him.

“Lance, my boy, I saw you didn’t eat your breakfast this morning. Are you alright?” He came over and stood next to the boy, a twinge in his eyes.

The paladin smiled a bit, “I wasn’t really hungry. Thank you for asking, Coran.”

He turned and stared back at Earth, cheek resting on his knee.

A few ticks of silence based, and Coran broke it by sitting next to Lance. He tilted his head at Earth. “You know…”

Lance looked over at him.

“… I regard you like a son, Lance. I might not be Number One, or your Earth father, but I love you like my own and I want you to know that.”

Lance’s eyes widened a bit, looking to the red haired Altean next to him. “I… Thanks, Coran.”

The gorgeous man shrugged, “If you’d like I can take you to do some training.”

Lance groaned, “Keith is in there.”

Coran seemed to think for a moment and then looked to Lance with a grin, “How about we get in the pool?”

The blue Paladins heart skipped a beat and he sat up, staring at the Altean next to him.

How did he…?

Lance wiped his eyes, discovering they had teared up a little, and he smiled.

Coran wasn’t his biological family, but he was the next best thing. He remembered something he’d seen on a tv show once.

Family don’t end in blood.
Such wise words.

“Sure.”

Coran helped the boy to his feet with an offered hand, “I can show you how to flip the pool too, if you’d like.” He suggested as they walked.

He winked, twirling his mustache, “One thing you can know that Keith doesn’t to twist is undies, eh?”

Lance laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”

He hadn’t laughed in forever.

Humans are weird

Got hooked on this thread. Omigosh.

So imagine a ship with a mixed crew, Aliens of different origins and some humans. The humans have been chosen for their diverse talents in mechanics, pack bonding and general toughness when facing hardship.
Suddenly one of the humans sigh very loudly, drawing attention from their fellow mates.

Jenna frowns, which is a signal of confusion. “what is wrong Jack?”

“I got the news feed from Earth, about the 2028 election. Apparently my country is going to Hell. Again.”

Quartlar looks up from his display with mild curiosity. He walks over and folds his four legs to sit next the the two humans.

“Human Jack, what has been elected?” He asks, very intrigued by human culture.

“Some religious dumbass got a minister position in the educational department. He wants to reinstate creationism, ugh!”
Jack seems deeply disturbed and annoyed by the election of their minister and Quartlar doesn’t understand why.

“Religion is the human way of worship, is it not? I know little of this concept. You worship your leaders?” He asks, red eyes blinking. Human Jenna shakes her head, a disagreement.

“Maybe some did in the past, like Saints and Priests but they were just messengers of gods. Like the middle man, chosen to preach the word.”

Human Jack cut in.
“It’s bullshit, all of it.”

Quartlar had already learnt what that phrase meant, after some confusion and explanation from Human Sam. He also had a vague understanding of these deities some humans spoke off, either while they were being jokesters or when telling stories. Like how Human Jenna had told Wer'lac he was going to Hell for stealing her snacks. After some description of the place called Hell, Wer'lac had returned said snacks very quickly. Human Jenna had later on explained it was all more or less Earth fiction. Not that it helped to make more sense.

“What is this creationism? Is it perhaps the knowledge of creating by using your hands?” Quartlar asked, still curious.
Human Jenna scoffed but it was Human Jack who answered.

“They reject science and say the earth was created in 10, 000 years by their God.”

Quartlar made a clicking noise in surprise and blinked.
“That is not remotely possible, by either geographic or biological standards!” He said, another click following. Jenna shrugged.

“The flat-earthers are way worse.” She said. Jack smiled and looked at their Alien companion.
“They believe the Earth is flat. Like a disk.”

Quartlar looked between them, to see if it was perhaps a Human prank being played, but no. Jack and Jenna just waited for his response.

“They have satellite technology and space crafts… and still do not accept the concept of a spherical globe????!!!” Quartlar asked, very stressed.
Jack shrugged.
“Your words, not mine. But yeah, pretty much. But I guess they are few left, a couple of thousand?” He trailed off, looking at the news feed again.

Quartlar stood again, overcome with shock. The Humans, so brilliant and tough and smart… some were still that far behind? And refused science?! They thought their world was flat??!!

He later on wrote a message to the Captain, asking to add intel to the file they kept on Humanity. Asides from being terrifying creatures in battle and very valuable crew members it would seem some of them were just plain useless.

Random Thought After Watching Voltron: Legendary Defender S1E1 :“The Rise of Voltron” for the 357th time -

The Paladins of Voltron’s first mission is to free their leader, Shiro.  

Later that episode, the Lions gather for the first time in 10,000 years to free their leader, the Black Lion.

The quintessence of the pilot is mirrored in his lion.

Why are sloths so slow?

Giant ground sloths flourished for millions of years, but around 10,000 years ago, they started disappearing along with the Western Hemisphere’s other megafauna. Researchers think that ground sloths could have been pushed out by an oncoming ice age, or competition with other species, maybe humans, who arrived in the region around the time most of the sloths went extinct. Some of the smaller sloths did survive and migrated to the treetops. Today, there are six species left living in the rainforest canopies of Central and South America. 

Hanging out in the trees is a good way to avoid predators, and there are plenty of leaves to eat. But this diet has its drawbacks. Animals extract energy from food and use that energy to move around, maintain their body temperature, keep their organs working, and all the other activities necessary for survival. But leaves don’t contain much energy, and that which they do have is tough to extract. Most herbivores supplement a leafy diet with higher energy foods like fruit and seeds. But sloths, especially three-toed sloths, rely on leaves almost exclusively. They’ve evolved finely tuned strategies for coping with this restricted diet. First, they extract as much energy from their food as possible. Sloths have a multi-chambered stomach that takes up a third of their body, and depending on the species, they can spend five to seven days, or even weeks, processing a meal.

The other piece of the puzzle is to use as little energy as possible. One way sloths do this is, of course, by not moving very much. They spend most of their time eating, resting, or sleeping. They descend from the canopy just once a week for a bathroom break. 

When sloths do move, it’s not very fast. It would take a sloth about five minutes to cross an average neighborhood street. This unhurried approach to life means that sloths don’t need very much muscle. In fact, they have about 30% less muscle mass than other animals their size. Sloths also use less energy to keep themselves warm because their body temperature can fluctuate by about five degrees Celsius, less than a cold-blooded reptile, but more than most mammals. These physical and behavioral adaptations minimize the sloth’s energy expenditure, or metabolic rate. Three-toed sloths have the slowest metabolism of any mammal. The giant panda is second slowest, and two-toed sloths come in third.

Moving slowly has allowed sloths to thrive in their treetop habitat. But it’s also made the sloths themselves a great habitat for other organisms, including algae, which provides a little extra camouflage, and maybe even a snack. Sloths may not be giant anymore, but that doesn’t make them any less remarkable.

From the TED-Ed Lesson Why are sloths so slow? - Kenny Coogan

Animation by Anton Bogaty

Hallelujah, You’re Home

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          It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was. Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.

           But now they’re going back. They’re going home.

           Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over. The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now; it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left, they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.

           Also, Lance just really needs his mom.

           So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.

           “Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her when she says “bitches”.

           The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for Matt. He had obviously helped her.

           “Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?” Keith asks incredulously.

           Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past Saturn.”

           At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”

           “Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”

           “Shh and bow before my genius.”

           Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to Earth in two dobashes.

           “Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a memorial!” Pidge exclaims.

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I wanted to draw MerLance, but I wanted him to look like the mermaids from the planet he and Hunk went to so here you go! 

My thought is that something happens to the ship and it leaks some kind of Altean virus that affects humans differently. Instead of making them sick it makes them evolve beyond what humanity is already,so you turn into whatever your DNA was meant to evolve into in 10,000 years. In Lance’s case, it was the merpeople, because everything is made of space dust and there is nothing that says a person’s DNA in 10,000 years had they lived, wouldn;t have evolved into this. (I blame Star Trek). His suit had to be specially remade so he could breathe outside of water, hence the glowing by his ribs. 

Also I can guarantee you all saw this coming with all the merlance I was reblogging >.>

anonymous asked:

I had no idea you lived in Canada! Do you mind me asking what province? (I'm curious as I am Canadian too and love other Canadian dorks). Also, I adore your kitty designs! They're too cute, and the passion you have shows in your work. Have you ever considered doing a LittleKuriboh cat? Lol it might be funny! Thanks, and have a great day!

Thank you! I can be located in the tall grass between the mountains and the plains of Alberta.

you know, I actually don’t know diddly squat about LittleKuriboh aside from watching the YGOTAS episodes and Leather Pants. what does this person even look like. are they a person or are they just a cryptid, like a Kuriboh hovering in front of a laptop somewhere in a far corner of the shadow realm. is this person even real or are they some sort of mythical internet creature from 2008.

I’m just going to go off of what I think I saw as their icon 10,000 years ago??

I think they have a hat with some yellow trim or something??? anyway i gave up trying to remember and now it says butts. this is terrible. good thing they’re never going to see this.

Black, Shance Fluff Week Day 1

June 4th: Black/Blue

Black hummed delightedly at the feeling of the soap and water rinsing off the 10,000 plus years of dirt and filth that stained her metal skin, enjoying the scrubbing that the Blue Paladin had demanded her pilot give her.

The two were currently on her back, slipping and sliding between her wings as her pilot scrubbed out some of the tougher stains, Blue’s pilot directing him on the best way to use the alien scrub brush against Black’s skin.

Her pilot laughed when the Blue Paladin let out a startled yelp when he stepped wrong, the clumsy move sending him sliding further down Black’s lower back towards her tail, and into a huge cloud of wet soapy bubbles.

“Lance! Hold on, I’ve got you!” Her Paladin chuckled as he carefully slid down and fished his mate out of the massive bubble storm, who was now entirely soaked. She could practically hear the indignant whine as her sister’s Paladin squeezed out water from his shirt and brushed suds from his hair.

“My hero.” The Blue Paladin deadpanned sarcastically, which had her pilot laughing again. She rumbled her own amusement as well, Blue chiming in from her Hangar across the Castle with light laughter reminiscent of sea glass clinking together.

Blue’s giggles increased when the Blue Paladin gasped in mock betrayal, having heard her laughing at him. “Blue! How dare you laugh at my suffering! Oh, the indignity! Will I ever recover from this horrid backstabbing?” He wailed, ever the dramatic actor.

Her pilot snorted, before reaching over to the sponge he’d left near her wing and splashing his mate with more water. Blue’s pilot squealed at the cold liquid, before grabbing his own sponge and launching it at her Paladin, his perfect aim nailing the taller man in the face with a wet sudsy squelch.

“Oh, okay, now it’s on.” Her Paladin purred dangerously, and the Blue Paladin screeched before dashing away, cackling as the Black Paladin threw the sponge and missed him by barely an inch.

Black settled for a quiet, constant purring as she stayed in the sphinx position, content with listening to the sounds of her precious pilot and his mate playing with their little water battle.

Of course, her pilot won in the end, tackling his mate and pinning him in order to smother his face with sweet, but wet, little kisses while the Blue Paladin giggled and flailed, trying to escape.

“Haha, Shiro! Stop it! You’re all wet!” Blue’s pilot wailed, still laughing, wriggling as his mate merely grinned and resumed his affectionate attack on the Blue Paladin’s face, mostly the cheeks and forehead.

Eventually they calmed down, ending up on Black’s head, Blue’s pilot now safely cuddled on the Black Paladin’s chest.

Black hummed happily, at peace with the universe as her Paladin and his mate napped between her ears.

Though, she did wonder when they’d get to rinsing off all these bubbles.
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My first entry for participating in Shance Fluff Week! Hope you enjoyed! :3
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Son of Haggar part 5

Lance walked into the blue lion, and sat down. He thought for a moment, his father had to be altean. He remember Haggar saying that he had his father hair and skin tone, along with the color marks.

‘His name was Isamu. Your father was a altean soldier, that Farla fell in love with. Before Zarkon’s betrayal.’ The blue lion answered his question without him even asking. Lance grew silence.

“Is he still alive?” A glimmer of hope coming from Lance. There was silence onto the lion of ocean answered.

‘He’s been dead for 10,000 years.’ Lance paused, waited until both Shiro and Pidge entered.

“Ok you heard the mission, we need data logs for Lotor’s next attack.” Shiro said, Lance nodded and started to fly his lion. “There yes go beautiful.” Lance smiled, Pidge rolled his eyes.

Lance thought for a moment, 10,00 years. Either Alteans age close to humans or he isn’t 19 years old.

‘How old am I?…’ Lance thought to his lion, the lion hum scaring both the black and green paladin.

‘9,981 years old, when we crashed on earth. You were put in hibernation, to protect your body from freezing from the cold water. You woke up when you wash up on shore of Cuba. You absorb human’s life span and how they looked. Alteans age slower but not too long.’

Lance nodded as he landed his blue beauty on to a small moon, though large enough to hide her.

'You are very powerful my paladin, even more powerful than Farla.’

Lance stopped and gripped his bayard.

“We’re slipping up, Pidge and I will look for the mission data. Lance you will find any prisoners locked up.” Lance nodded and went his way. As the loud footsteps of the two members left him by.

“Well isn’t Haggar’s little Lavi.” Lance glared at the half altean and galra. “Lotor..” Lance said, Lotor walked over to him and smiled. “Lance is my name not Lavi.” Lotor just smirked “Your mother would be so happy to see you.” He purred.

“We meet again my cub.” The voice behind him said, Lance quickly turn around to see Haggar. His mother, his eyes widened and aimed his bayard to her. His hands were shaking, with a slight hand movement. His bayard fell onto the ground, and Haggar walked over to him.

Lance felt fear raise over him.

'I don’t want to be like her’

'I don’t want to become a monster like her..’

Lance felt long claw like hands grabbed his arms, “There’s no need to be afraid Lavi.” As Haggar pulled off the helmet. She stared at the covered face. “And no need for this..” as her thumb wipe to make the makeup disappear. She smiled fondly at her child. And rubbed her thumb motherly onto Lance’s cheek. Lance froze in fear and tears came down his eyes

“My child”

——————- This takes place after -> https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/161572658567/son-of-hagger-part-45