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HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO GOLDEN MADNESS!!!✨🎊🎉❤️

YES! You all heard me! Today is GM’s official one year anniversary!

A year ago, on this day, I posted GM never knowing the amazing people I’ve met along the way.

SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR!!!

I know updates have been few and far in between, but know that, while life continues to kick my ass, I don’t plan of giving up on this monster of a fic just yet! And because of that…

I’VE DECIDED TO HOST A GIVEAWAY!!!!

One on my Tumblr and one on my Instagram. Where I will be giving a FULL PAPERBACK copy of GM so far along with some extra goodies to one lucky person ! The rules are as follows.

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY GUYS!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️✨🌟⭐️✨🏆🎉🎊💖As promised, I will be hosting a HUGE giveaway where I will be give one of you lovely people a full paperback version of Golden Madness so far! Rules are as follows:

❤️Reblog this pic.

❤️Tag me and must be following

❤️In the caption, tell me your favorite scene/line from Golden Madness and why.

❤️One entry per person on both platforms so please play fair guys! (Though I will allow redos after the new chapter is posted!)

❤️ Will run from May 21st - June 28th!

Once again, thank you all so much for your continued love and support.

It’s because of all the wonderful people I’ve met through this this little Shidge/Lotidge fanfic that has made this my longest running project in any media form. And this giveaway is just one way I’ve wanted to give back to y’all.

Have fun and I hope to see your entries soon! 😘❤️

With Love, Potentiala

No. Really. Stop. Give me Shiro back.

#when you’re staring at bae and he catches you looking

Some Younger!Keith Angst for the soul

Keith found him outside. It's where his dad would usually escape to at night. With a bottle of whiskey by his side, Mr. Kogane would just sit there. Rocking back and forth of the porch swing and stare up at the sky. Until he either passed out from exhaustion or the whiskey. But it was usually the whiskey. Keith never disturbed his dad whenever he was like this. But Keith, still only six, had a very pressing dilemma before him. He couldn't sleep. So what else could he do but go to his dad? With his little heart beating in his chest, the little boy opened the mesh door of their house to venture outside. With his dad. Mr. Kogane was a huge man. Rugged from his work both on their farm and in the auto shop he worked at. He was handsome to, according to Keith's gossipy teachers. But Keith didn't find the worn lines on his father's face attractive at all. Just scary. "Dad?" Mr. Kogane startled, looking for the source of the voice. Eyes meeting his son's. He looks sad, thought Keith. There was a weakness to his otherwise strong father in that moment. A wetness to his eyes that startled Keith. Mr. Kogane trying to choke something out of his fumbling mouth. The moonlight washing over them. "P-Pal! What'er you doing up so late?" "Couldn't sleep..." Keith looked down at his bare toes on too-small PJs instead of his father's face. Still started by the sudden weakness in his otherwise strong father. "Pal...Aw c'mon. Get over here." Keith obeyed. Hoping onto the porch swing while his dad tried, in vain, to discreetly put the whiskey away. But that didn't matter. His father embracing him. How could Keith not melt into it? How could he not take comfort in the bigger, warmer body all around him? Sure, his dad smelled like whiskey and oil. But he was his dad And Keith loved him. "You're a lot like your mom, you know that?" Keith stilled. His dad never talked about his mom. EVER. "You got them smart, sharp eyes. Can hardly keep up with ya Pal." His father laughed, big and booming as he pulled back to ruffle Keith's hair. Tears in his eyes. "Sometimes...Sometimes I wonder if she can us from up there. If she loves us just as much as we love her. If..." Turning his head, Mr. Kogane pointed with a callous hand at the stars above them. Shining, glittering. Like pretty things Keith and his dad couldn't even HOPE to have. His father started sobbing. Pulling Keith close, the grown man sobbing into his son's rumpled PJs. Wailing like his heart was being crushed. And maybe it was. "If we could ever give you the life you deserve Pal."

I saw a really cool post but it was out of date and no longer running so I decided why not start my own. If you reblog this before Feb 20th you will receive a newly hatched Pokémon in your submit box inspired by your blog. Let’s have some fun togeather! 🧡

Edward looks like a magical prince!

*looks @ Golden Madness*

wELL SHIT

How would shiro react to pidge getting fayally hurt on the battlefield

LISTEN! This makes so much sense especially in GM that it’s not even funny 😂

Y’all!! Hear me out on this: 

Lotidge Labyrinth (1986) AU

We can’t deny that Lotor would dramatically appear with sparkles in Pidge’s room

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 3 - Reconciliation

(yeah...these are all just going to go up within like 5 minutes of each other, sorry)

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Somehow, someway they got away.

But somewhere in between covering for the escaping slaves and getting the quiznack out of there…Lotor had gone silent. Pidge had kept him talking, awake, as they boarded and battled in the Green Lion. But now it was quiet.

Too quiet.

“Lotor! Lotor, answer me!” It took a mere flick of her wrist and a flutter of her fingers to set Green back on a course for the Castle.

Lotor sprawled out on the floor.

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” The words came out like knives in Pidge’s throat. Slashing the silence far too quickly. Gently as she could, she tuned Lotor face down. The wound coming into sight. The Galran Prince’s back a mess of blood.

A scream rising in Pidge’s throat.

Taking the meager, gauze-like cloth from the med kits within her Lion, Pidge pressed it against the shallow line of Lotor’s wound as hard as she could. Earning a hiss of pain from the Prince with his head in her lap.

“Lotor, can you hear me? Don’t you dare sleep on me!” Her voice sounded frantic, crazed. Even to her. But how could she not be? Oh God why?

Why did he do it?

Why did he do something so stupid? And for her no less! She…She had screamed at him. Thought he was some heartless monster. The things she thought about him…surely she was paying for them now.

Surely.

“…mmmft.” Was Lotor’s only response. Heart still strangling her throat, Pidge ripped open a pack of painkillers. Popping off the cap from one of the syringes with her mouth, she sunk it near Lotor’s wound.

Tears falling once more.

Pidge was positive his scream, his painful howl would never leave her mind. It would echo within the confides of her head. Tighten her throat. Make her heart clench. But that she could deal with. One way or another, she could shoulder those things.

What she couldn’t shoulder was the memory. The memory of that soft look he had given her ticks before everything went wrong. Why?

Why’d he do it?

- - -

She knew they had to talk.

To discuss what had happened. But everytime their gazes so much as met, Pidge just ran. Flight or fight at its finest. She knew she needed to apologize for endangering them and thank him for…

For saving her life.

But Pidge didn’t know how’d he react to something like that. Lotor had emerged from the healing pods into a less-reluctantly trusting group of people, and he seemed happy about that. Busy with all the newfound trust. Fitting, only a little awkwardly, into their crew. Seeing this,  Pidge knew it was now or never.

And she was hoping for never.

“Pidge.” Oh quiznack. She just jinxed herself, didn’t she? Turning around in one of the Castle’s hallways on her way to her lab, she met face to face with the Galran Prince himself.

Lotor.

He looked better at the very least, no blood anywhere. Her heart, despite herself, thundered in her chest. Ok. Ok, you can do this.

Just…apologize.

“Lotor I-“

“Pidge I-“

Their responses came at the same time. Their voices smacking together like clumsy vagabonds. But, at the very least, it eased Pidge’s frazzled nerves. Lotor pursing lips with something like embarrassment. Pidge getting the idea that maybe Lotor was as on edge as she was? Maybe? Hopefully?

Kind of?

“Ladies first.” Came Lotor’s voice after a shocked pause. He didn’t look upset. And Pidge decided to take that as reason to continue. Clenching her fists at her side.

Steeling herself.

“I…I think some apologies are in order here, a-and I just wanted to say th-“

“Pidge.” When? When had Lotor gotten so close? The Galran Prince was barely a breath away from her. Heck, she could even feel the coolness of his skin as he stared down at her. Body hovering a mere breath away.

That strange, soft look on his face.

But any words she might’ve said in surprise died in her throat as Lotor raised his hand. Long, purple fingers traced the line of her cheek. Only to tangle themselves into the short mess of amber curls on her head. Those focused, intense eyes staring at her like she was the only thing in the world.

Pidge’s heart nearly bursting.

No one had…had ever touched her like that. Especially not with that look. The Green Paladin felt a red flush rise to her face. He was close. Too close. Getting too close to how she felt abo-

His thumb brushed her lower lip.

Pushed down on it. Pidge could feel the sharp point of his finger. Her warm breath soft on his cold hand. Part of her screamed to run, but the other, more insistent, part of her wanted to stay.

To see what would happen.

God, she couldn’t get over that look on his face. All his sharp edges having softened into something almost…tender. But that was impossible! He couldn’t care about her like that. He…He…

He leaned down.

To her surprise, though Lotor’s skin was cool with his cold blood, his breath was warm. Warm on her mouth. Pidge nearly jolting at the feeling. Soft and fluttery and almost too much. Lotor smiled, still watching her with those focused eyes. His fangs glinting in the light.

“And what sort of apoligizes are you referring to?” Her heart shouldn’t be thundering like that. Nor should her face suddenly feel too hot for her to concentrate. Brain a jumbled mess of the sights and sounds and feelings Lotor seemed to cause her.

“Y-You saved me…t-the l-least I can do is thank you.” Pidge’s words were coming out just like she felt. Chaotically together and unfocused. Lotor raised a single eyebrow.

Somewhere between happy and ammused.

“And do you know why I did what did Pidge?” She wished he wouldn’t say her name like that. In such a way that it sent a wave of warmth over her skin. Especially when he moved his thumb across and off her mouth like that. Or when his other arm snaked its way around her waist. But, in all honesty, she did have an idea as to why the Galran Prince had acted so brashly.

An idea that made her weak in the knees and giddy with possibility.

“Shall I give you an explanation then?” His voice a purr. Low and velvety and warm. Long, white eyelashes fluttering down as he slotted their lips together. Pidge’s hands rushing to grip at the collar of his shirt.

Weak in the knees.

It wasn’t her first kiss per se, but it was definitely the best. With Lotor’s mouth soft and hypnotic against her own. Moving in ways that made her dizzy and, at the same never, never wanting him to stop. He made a sort of rumble in throat as he braced his fingers against her neck.

As if memorizing it.

Lotor almost kissed like he fought. Intense and purposeful. Tracing invisible symbols along her neck all the while and keeping that steady, grounded arm around her. But, as their tongues brushed and Pidge wrapped her arms around his neck, they couldn’t stay like this forever.

They needed air.  

So they broke apart, Lotor having, somehow, maneuvered her so that her back was supported against the walls of the Castle. But still he loomed over her. Soft, silver hair tickling her fingers as the pair looked at each other through their lashes. Half-lidded and reeling from what they had just done.

And, though Pidge was still very much red in the face, a wily little smirk began tugging on her lips. Kiss-drunk and elated. Curling, playful lips that Lotor was all-to eager to get back to. The feeling only increasing with her teasing, snarky voice made breathless from a single kiss purring into his ear.

“Nope...Sorry to say, but still don’t understand what you mean Lotad.”

He bristled.

“WHA-“

“Mind explaining it again?” The little minx, the Galran Prince thought as she pulled him down once more. Lotor mere putty in her small, freckled hands. This little Thief of Hearts...

Kissing him senseless like this.

AHHHHH!!! This is???? So cute???? I love it???? So much????

I was getting a little worried there about my exchange, but this more than makes up for it! Thank you so much for this, it’s absolutely adorable. But please don’t feel any pressure from me about completing the other half really soon.

Just take your time and I’m positive that it’s gonna turn out amazing!

Henlo. Please accept my humble offering of this half-gift for @shidgevalentinesexchange for @potentiala.

I say half-gift because this was only meant to be part of it and I planned to post this and the final piece over the past few days, leading up to Valentine’s Day, but then – I hate to be that person, but I greatly underestimated my ability to self-sabotage and life’s ability to screw me over. So sorry for not checking in, please bear with me over the next few days ’till I post more. You can come yell at me in my inbox.