Quick Reminder

Me: I want a relationship...

Also me: Pfft, don’t touch me with that ‘for now’ nonsense. Either you get me forever or nothing ✋

Still me: Continue to cuddle me plz

Secretly though...

Lotor can’t tell either of them apart

Concept: much to everyone’s shock, Colleen ends up fucking ADORING Lotor.

She was secretly an alien nut the whole time, and then Pidge or Matt bring one home to meet her and she’s all for it. Like what’s not to love? He’s polite, handsome, smart, tall, royalty. Then she finds out about his parent issues and proceeds to mother the shit out of him. Make him food, knit him a scarf, be an ear to listen to him. Lotor doesn’t know what to do with all this sudden affection.

While he’s munching on cookies she made, Colleen turns to Matt and Pidge, “Either one of you marries him, or he becomes your new brother.”

“I shouldn’t be so enamored with you, I know.” She tried to struggle out of his grip, to bite his hand, but his other hand was wrapped around her shoulder threateningly.

Claws sinking into the skin.

“Let go of me!” Pidge tried her best to spit in his face. To get him away from her. His claws grazed her mouth, as if he was trying to map their shape out. But he remained close.

Too close.

“But is it wrong that I want to keep you here, with me, forever?” He was warm, his hands and body so near her own, was almost gentle as he handled her. His eyes soft with…something.

Soft with a sort of madness.

Narti Week 2017 - Day 2: Colors

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She had never known color.

Never known in what hues the world was drowned in. She could smell it, in the pigments and chemicals used to make up certain colors, but Narti had never known them.

She never would.

Though sometimes, very rarely, the female General would, somehow, receive the slightest hint of color. A sort of smoke that would curl around her shoulders and through her fingers. It was a warm, happy sort of color.

And she loved it.

But it never lasted.

Choose a side

I’ve waited long enough...

I’ve waited long enough for good Kuron/Pidge material to appear and low and behold Season 5 practically gift wraps it for us.

We just gotta look closely.

Let me explain...

Can we just take a second to acknowledge just how out of control Kuron is getting after Haggar activates “Stage 4”? Boy full-on lashes out and threatens mutiny with the team.

BUT is still willing to hold Pidge back from Zarkon. Protecting the small angry tech nerd despite this “Stage 4”

Furthermore, they totally looked like an annoyed couple picking up Pidge’s dad at the airport after his flight was canceled.

Kuron was also incredibly upset during Pidge and Lotor’s argument. Dare I say, conflicted between his feelings (Pidge) and his programming (Lotor)?

During the part where they all nearly SUFFOCATED TO DEATH who was Kuron passed out next to?

Pidge

She also definitely looked rattled/offput by all kuron’s outbursts...she and lance need to have a talk...

Kuron never got close to Commander Holt, who was, supposedly, a well-respected colleague of his??? And no hug????

Pidge just seemed...off this season. Way more on edge and aggressive, maybe she noticed a thing or two but doesn’t want to accept it??? i.e.

She spending a lot of time away from Kuron.

Pidge just doesn’t seem as comfortable around Kuron anymore.

My conclusion: Kuron BEST step off my kids, someone needs to name this ship, and let’s get some good Kuron/Pidge content out there for rarepair’s sake.

Thank you all for coming to my ted talk.

I’m hosting a contest!

In honor of coming up on 100 followers, I’m hosting a contest for all my followers. Both here and on Instagram. The rules and details are as follows.

Rules:

Must be following (here or on Instagram)

You can DM, Tag, or use the #potential100 to submit your entry. (For Tumblr, just tagging me is fine)

Must be a re-draw of anyone of the art posts I've made here or on Instagram

You can pick any post that features my OCs/Muses to re-draw in your own way. 

Work can be digital or traditional.

Color or no Color.

Lineart or Sketch

Criteria:

Interpretation

How you se this character?

Individual 

I’d love to see you own interpretation!

The time to summit is about one month. Starting from today (10/20) to 11/15 10:00 Pacific Standard Time. An now...on to the Prizes!

Prizes (no NSFW or Gore, sorry):

Ist Place:

Full-Body Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

2nd Place:

Hips-up Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

3rd Place:

Shoulders-up Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

I’m so excited and very thankful for this opportunity. I’m looking forward to your submissions and I'm still in shock over just how many people actually follow for my weird content.

But thank you all so much, and I look forward to giving back for your support!

Love,

potentiala

Tagging these wonderful people because I appreciate them all very dearly: @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @risingpheonix527 @strugglingtoast @januarycarnation @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog @thegreatandpowerfulcozz @insaneworld21 @coffee-your-teapot

turn towards the (moon)light - Atsushi Nakajima Web Weave

soft and gentle is the moonlight

but the moon itself was born from violence

—

BSD is written by Kafka Asagiri and illustrated by Sango Harukawa  

bsd - anime / bsd - manga / kina, “get you the moon” / enomoto seifu-jo / bsd - manga / bsd - manga / marine ashnalikyan (?) / bsd - anime / bsd - manga / bsd - anime / bsd - anime / emmylou harris, “moon song” / mary oliver / bsd - anime / bsd - anime / the crane wives, “tongues & teeth” / bsd - manga / c. churchill /  tahereh mafi / bsd - official art / dermont kennedy, “a closeness” (?) / virginia woolf / bsd - anime

It Is Saturday

So I did it.

I succumbed to that shidge writing itch that you guys threw poison ivy on because this is something we all want and need apparently

Original post

The hardest thing that Takashi Shirogane had to do was get out of bed.

Not to say that he was sinking into depression and couldn’t arise, no, it was the exact opposite. His bed, their bed, was one of the safest and most comforting places he’d ever known, thanks most in part to his tiny female partner, and it was a daily struggle to convince himself to depart from it. He and Pidge had owned their cozy apartment nearing a year now, and the slab of mattress and tangled sheets that they rested on had become the most intoxicating setting in his home. There were days were they opted to stay in place for hours, only leaving to make food or bathroom runs and returning to collapse in the other’s arms and the sea of blankets. It was hard to leave because she was there, because they had comforted each other from the memories of the war there, because every good day, shit day, and night of love always ended in each other’s arms, on the bed.

But some days were harder than the rest.

The setting was always the same, posing the exact challenge it had for a while now; dark grey sheets that lay crinkled up between them, olive comforter sprawled around the two in uneven heaps of worn fabric. Her sleeping form was bundled up next to him, clinging at the arms that encircled her torso, head turned to the one that used it as a pillow. The rest of the bed seemed freezing in comparison to her, though with the pair’s legs tangled together and huddled figures smashed together, her presence chased off any remaining cold of the perimeter around him. Blinding sunlight poured from the gaps in the blinds, sloshing golden light inside the room in bouncing parallel strips.

Blinking into the realm of reality, Shiro instinctively tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, burying his nose in her curled, unruly hair with slow, fatigued movements. The sleeping Pidge made not a move besides the rising and falling of her sides, comfortably conforming to the ‘big spoon’ behind her. His senses were then filled with bright brown hair, blinding sunlight, and the scent of vanilla and burnt carbon as he was once again tempted by the thought of staying where he was for the remainder of the day.

Sighing, he blew her caramel curls away from his mouth, fingers knotting at his t-shirt that draped over her lithe frame. ‘Is showing up at a Garrison meeting really worth getting up from this? What day even is it?’

After a minute or two of contemplation, Shiro groaned and shifted away from the woman he loved, lifting the covers and throwing his legs over the bedframe, running a hand through his white-stained forelock. His muscles stung, the ache the familiar, momentary one that only existed because he had moved. Though the apartment’s heater tried its best, he shivered-everything was like ice compared to her. With a final shake, he made a move to heave himself up-

-until dull nails tickled one of the scars on his back.

As soon as his head spun, he met the soft, squinted gaze of Pidge’s honey eyes. Her arm extended out to him, hand blindly groping at any clutchable surface that he retained, eventually finding his prosthetic and then latching onto the metallic limb. She peeled her lips apart, blinking tiredly; her dreams must’ve been somewhat peaceful, then, as she wasn’t automatically running at full speed.

“..ome back to bed,” She offered, eyebrows kneading together and gentle smile painting itself on her soft, freckled features. She squeezed the bridge between his neck and shoulder, her other hand finding the parallel spot within a matter of seconds. The plea scratched at his resolve, itching and tugging at his head because damn just staying home today sounded really good.

He exhaled a quiet, desperate laugh and leaned over, pecking her nose. “I have to go.”

“..iot.”

“Hmm?”

Her freckled arms flung out and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down over her lanky form and forcing him to catch himself out of instinct, the pair close enough to where their noses brushed together. Tangled hair guarded the tops of her half-lidded eyes, bottom lip jutting out and completing her pouty appearance. Pidge maneuvered her hands to press against the sides of his face, shaking it gently with every word.

“It. Is. Saturday.”

“Oh.”

Shiro’s elbows gave way, the fatigued super-soldier of a man succumbing to her earlier plea and falling onto the lanky, warm form of his partner, forcing his arms around her through the mass of sheets and digging his nose against her neck. She laughed softly, the sound tickling his chest as the past Green Paladin roamed Shiro's shoulders, the two now glued together by method of awkward cuddling. The cold was now longer felt, and the soft heartbeat in the chest under his own was loud enough to become a lullaby and lure him back to the realm of sleep, clinging onto the woman beneath him all the while.