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ikimaru · 2 years
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I made a faq for the AU, so I hope this helps 8')
- When does the AU update?
usually once a week on my patreon on thursdays, once I have enough pages for an update (4-7) it gets posted on socials, which means there’s usually 1 update a month
- Will the backstory between Keith and Lance be explained?
yes, it's important to the story, so it will be explained in due time, but I have to keep you guessing until then 👀
- How does the VR work in this AU?
it's a futuristic type of VR! it's fully immersive and not how realistic VR works, only thing u can't do in the game is feel intense physical pain since it's still supposed to be fun, if u die in the game u do NOT die irl lol
- I'm confused about the setting
this story is an AU taking place in a similar world to the canon one (all the canon tech, sci fi stuff etc technically exist whether I end up showing some of it in-comic or not) they attend a space-oriented school which I'm referring to as the Garrison for simplicity since it's the name we're familiar with, it's a blend of the canon one and regular college (I'm not sure if there's a better word for it)
also like in canon, aliens exist in this AU and some of them go to school there (this aspect is mainly for fun, if I were to draw them as humans nothing would change, it’s also because I still wanted to have Kosmo be a space wolf)
- If there are aliens in this Au does it mean Keith is part Galra?
yess, it will get mentioned here and there throughout the comic, also his mom still left to go to space for a few years, just not as long as in canon
- Are there other pairings in this AU?
Adam x Shiro, Hunk x Shay, Zethrid x Ezor /might/ pop up here and there but only for a few panels
- Will [any other character] show up?
there will be small cameos for other characters here and there, as u have seen, Pidge and Hunk are the most recurring, followed by Shiro and Kosmo, others might show up but don’t expect long interactions!
- How diddly darn long is this comic gonna be
too long (I HOPE we’re around halfway or more than halfway but I’m not sure)
- is this comic going to be printed?
that’s the plan! I’m also gonna give it a proper title when I do, I’m just bad at naming things right off the bat lol
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galranrepard · 26 days
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No new updates, but I got to go shopping for some final touches to my Keith cosplay! Just have to clean/restyle my black wig as well as do makeup. Most costume accessories were bought off of Etsy minus the belt from eBay and the shirt/jeggings from Walmart.
Gloves were from LeatherGladiators.
3D Printed Red Paladin Bayard from SionnachStudios.
Keith cosplay boots from LabrynthJewelry.
Keith cosplay jacket from PixelStrix.
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Everything fits and they are so comfortable! I even got some boot insoles to keep my feet cushioned though MS Anime Fest will be the first time putting them to the test before MomoCon in May! :D
Let me know if anyone is going to any anime/comic conventions as Voltron! Would love to hear what you guys are doing or planning on cosplaying as from the series! :3
Also feel free to leave asks or interact with my galra muses <3
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dragonfoxstar · 5 years
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Update
// I’m sorry for the spam, but both my twin sister and I are currently jobless atm and need all the help and support until we are able to get a stable job. We have a lot of items for sale ranging from Adopts, Galra Prints, Faux Fur Tails, Pre-Made Kigus, Custom Handmade Commissions, and Digital Art Commissions. 
If you can’t commission or afford any of these, but still want to help both my twin sis and I have a Ko-Fi you can tip/donate as well as REBLOG to help spread word about our business @kitandkatcreations and our stuff.
We really appreciate it! Please and thank you!
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galrasheithzine · 2 years
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Hello dear Galra Sheithers! 💜  We want to give you a quick update regarding production. Currently, we have all the merch but our books are still going through the binding process. They are taking a bit longer since they are sewn, hardcover. 🦾 Also, our supplier has had some unexpected delays due to covid, but rest assured--once the books arrive, we will begin shipping! In the meantime, you can bask in the glory of our beautiful merch above! If you've purchased our Full or Merch Bundles, you'll get these very soon! 🤩 - Prints (Now with a new graphic to better showcase them!) by ChillManager and voidslantern  💜 - Charms by @Sukihii and @BaDaddy6! 💜 - Stickers by @yonallaart, @JAZZlNE and @reyvest​ 💜 - Washi Tape by @AyraIsaacArt  💜 - Pins by @Aimzdoodlez and @GreenDestiny000 💜
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artbymaryc · 5 years
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Prepping more stickers for mystery packs. Many new, some repeats. May or may not be having another sale soon <.< ... >.>
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He had a Phase™ idk
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froldgapp · 7 years
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‘...Keith?’
‘Shiro... you didn’t know. It’s not your fault.’
(So much amazing art on here. I haven’t done art for well over a decade but - er - here’s this bit of tat!)
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dabnyfantown · 7 years
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pidge knows every word to the “hot dog” song mickey mouse clubhouse
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collisiondiscourse · 3 years
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Siiiiince you made me think about it... what would your voltron team be? Wait... hold on I'm having a big brain moment... Zarkon as endeavor and Lotor as Dabi... (y'know how Zarkon started off as a good person/parent and then... did that) hhhhhhhhhhh (sorry now all I can think about is Altean Katsuki or Altean Izuku- Galra Katsuki?) Codi what did you make me do-
ALTEAN KATSUKI HOLY SHIT THINKS ABOUT THIS SO MUCH WJTJSJFWJFIJSJDJD GALRAN DEKU???? YELLS YELLS @theyeeyeetbois waTCH ME DRAW THIS YOU TWO I CANT BELIEVE AJ BROUGHT NOT ONE. NOT TWO. BUT THREE PEOPLE BACK TO THEIR VLD PHASES
my dadshiro print is looking down at me in shame
aaaaalso for the voltron team? uh well im not sure if you mean what my ideal team up for bnha characters would be or if you mean who i kin?
either way i dropped vld at season 4 i think and forgot most of it so i dunno WKSDJWJ
i kin keith tho
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paexie · 7 years
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dragonfoxstar · 6 years
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Kral Zera Galra Prints for SALE!!!
$5 for MIni Prints (4x6″) and $15 for Regular Prints (8.5x11″)! Simply message @dragonfoxstar if interested! Note that prices do not include shipping and payment must be through PayPal ONLY! Thank you! ^-^
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galrasheithzine · 3 years
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💜 Hello Galra Sheithers! 💜 Did you miss us? We will start getting our products the coming weeks, and here we bring you our gorgeous prints by ChillManager and voidslantern!! If you bought our Full or Merch Bundle, you'll be getting these! 💜 😉
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shirophantomvox · 3 years
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Coding Creates Friendships
Author’s note: I got this interesting prompt from @vld-prompts about Pidge and Lotor bonding over programming. As I began to write, I thought programming and coding were the same...when they are not. This story is aimed at coding and not so much programming...sorry. The code that is mentioned in this story is presumed to be correct. I am still learning C++ myself, so if it’s wrong, don’t be obnoxious about it. Hope you all like the story and I think I’ll put this on my AO3 account for a collection of short stories. Happy Readin’!
Young Pidge Gunderson...always finding a way to pass the time. She loved science ever since she was a child. Now she seemed to be more interested in coding and programming. On Earth, there were several coding languages such as Python, C++, C#, and many, many more. She and Hunk would spend hours debating whether or not a code would work. As one knows, coding in any of these languages can be very difficult and can cause constant headaches, but it was worth it.
It was approximately 5 PM on an equivalent of an Earth Saturday evening and believe it or not, the team had downtime to complete whatever they wanted. Keith and Shiro spent their time practicing and sharpening their attack skills while Allura and Coran were reminiscing on old memories. Those memories allow them to keep pushing forward even though the road ahead looked dark.  Both Hunk and Pidge were working on creating a jazz-like music producing program for musicians who were also on space missions to keep their spirits up and allowed them to stream on Earth’s internet platforms. Working and working for hours, Hunk decided to take a lunch break, one that was much overdue. 
“I’m going to see if we have something other than goo. If we have pizza, do you want a slice?”
“Sure. Just set it on the table. Get me some pop too, please.”
“Sure thing!” 
She was trying to input a code that changes the color of text on the program but for some reason, it wouldn’t work. The continuous “error” message nearly made her throw her laptop through the airlock. She grunted in anger as she took off her glasses and placed her hand over her mouth. If she couldn’t figure out this simple step, how could they input various different plugins or VST’s? Maybe she should have taken a lunch break...that usually seems to do the trick. 
The automatic doors flew open and assuming it was Hunk, she entended her arm waiting to receive her pizza. 
“Were you waiting for something,” a smooth, chilled deep voice asked in curiosity. 
“Huh?”
Pidge turned around and to her surprise instead of Hunk, it was Lotor, the biracial prince that the team had been working with to take down Zarkon and revamp the entire empire. Why was he just lounging around on the ship? No one knows. You’d think he would be with his own generals but instead, he was here. 
“Oh, hey Lotor. Have you seen Hunk?”
“I saw him in the kitchen eating what you all call pizza.”
“I guess he forgot to get me a slice.”
“I can get it for you if you’d like.”
“That’s ok. I need to finish this project before it drives me insane!” 
“What are you trying to complete?”
The price walked closer and sat down beside her to get a better look at what she was completing. He stared in utter confusion, trying to figure out what the symbols were that she was using and the alphabet to make the code. 
“What are the symbols and letters you are using?”
“These are the alphabet.”
“All of Earth use the same alphabet?”
“Heavens, no. In America, we use the alphabet you see here but in other countries, they use different characters that look different than ours. Sort of like how the Altean alphabet looks entirely different than my alphabet.”
“How did you learn all of this? It’s so much.”
“You learn it over the course of several years. If you were there, you’d learn it in no time!” 
“What is this code going to be used for?”
“Hunk and I are trying to make a computer program for musicians that can create and stream their music to various countries and in space as well.” 
“That sounds excellent! Which type of music, though?”
“Remember that sultry music that you and Allura were listening to last night? Put your head on my shoulder? Yeah, that’s quite a popular song on Earth...”
 His eyes widened and he frowned trying to portray that he did not know what the green paladin was trying to insinuate. No matter how hard he tried, it was obvious what was going on and he could no longer hide the fact that he was seriously dating the princess.  She turned her head, facing him and smiling, nearly about to laugh so loudly that would disrupt the endless void of space. Lotor blushed and rubbed the inner corners of his eyes along the ridges of his nose and released a sign. 
“How did you know about that,” Lotor asked imagining endless mortifying encounters with the rest of the team during the day. 
“The walls are thin.”
“Oh, no…”
“Hey, don’t feel bad now. You didn’t feel that way last night.” 
Pidge obnoxiously laughed a laugh of both awkwardness and truly out of amusement. The prince tried to hide his relationship with Allura to appear neutral when it came to combat and any other incidents but now?  The cat was out of the bag. 
“Oh, stop it. It’s not funny, it’s mortifying.”
“Ok, fine. But thanks for the laugh, though. I needed it. You’re not so bad after all.” 
“It’s a shame that it took that for you to warm up to me. Can we get back to your code now?”
“Ok, fine Mr. Grumpy.”
“Wait! You said you were using the Earth’s  alphabet and symbols to code?”
“Yes…”
“I think I know the problem here. The Altean and Galra way of programming is the same as Earth’s. We have the same languages, we just replaced your alphabet with ours!”
“Ok...I see what you’re getting at. But how can I solve this problem?”
“You’d have to input the following: 
// C++ program to illustrate coloring 
#include <iostream> 
#include <stdlib.h> 
using namespace std; 
// Driver Code 
int main() 
// Print this message 
cout << "Name your track"; 
// We can print the statement first 
// and then changed the color 
// E for background Color(Medium Gray) 
// 4 for text color(White) 
system("Color E4"); 
return 0; 
}.  We would use the same code, just replace your letters with ours.”
She was hesitant, but tried is the solution. Quickly typing, Lotor stared at the computer screen watching the young engineer at work. It surprised both of them how much both aliens and humans had in common; they weren’t that different. When the “successful” message appeared on her laptop, she rejoiced. Ugh! Several hours of inputting the same dead code were dreadful! Without thinking, she gave Lotor a quick hug, threw her laptop on her beanie, and ran toward the kitchen. 
“Wait! Pidge...Green Paladin…?”
“Yeah…?”
“Don’t tell anyone about that, ok? I’m not ready for the team to know yet.”
“Sure. Your secret is safe with me.”  
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loveafterthefact · 4 years
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Love After the Fact Chapter 5: Let’s Start a Garden
Lance takes a moment alone with Keith, and they figure out what they want from each other.
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Lance keeps a grip on Keith’s hand as he leads him through the seemingly endless hallways. Keith's grateful, albeit begrudgingly. He'd get lost in seconds without the Altean.
“I want to show you something,” Lance whispers. “I suspect neither of us wanted this, but still. You are far from home, and I’ve given much thought to making you comfortable.”
Keith says nothing.
“I hope the circlet is okay.” Lance tries again. “I told my resident genius to make sure it wouldn’t bother your ears.”
Keith falters a bit, not having considered that Lance might have put any special thought into the piece. It's nice, he assumes, gold with a red stone of some kind in the center of it, it dips down a spot or two in the front and back and settles between his ears. Lance's wraps all the way around, a flawless circle siting lightly on his head, that glowing blue stone perfect in color.
Perfect, like the rest of him. An overbred little whore.
“It doesn’t bother me,” he whispers, truthfully. “One like yours would, but this one is fine.”
Lance seems fairly pleased with that. "Good, because Pidge nearly strangled me when I asked them to change it."
They reach a set of double doors.
“These are our quarters. You’re not at all confined to them, but do remember where you are. And where this room is. You may need it.” Keith nods, tension coiling in his stomach like a heavy rope. He feels sick. It’s good he hadn’t been able to eat the food. "The scanner, here-" Lance gestures gracefully to a scanner next to the doors. "Will only recognize your hand print and mine. And Adam's, but if he didn't have access, he'd have Pidge break him in. And Pidge can get into pretty much anything. I'll show you their space as soon as I can, in case you need anything or need to snoop around."
Lance opens the door, still gripping his hand tight. Keith’s not sure if he feels comforted or trapped. The guards standing watch follow him with their eyes. He notices that the one on the left has milky white orbs instead of opalescent irises.
“I imagined you would spend a lot of your time here while you grow accustomed to living here. I tried to make it more suited to your tastes.”
Lance guides him into the room. Before Keith can take a look around, Lance draws him closer, undoing the clasps on Keith’s vest, slipping it off for him. Keith sighs, pinching the fabric of his close-fitting shirt. It’s not the sort of thing he’s used to, but he can bend his spine again, which is a definite improvement.
He turns, looking around the room. Behind him, Lance removes his own vest, pulls a bottle of something from a drawer in the wall, applying it to a cloth to clean the paint from his face.
It’s nice. The enormous, round, four-poster canopy bed notwithstanding, the quarters have a great deal of open space, with room for Keith to pace. He notices a ladder leading to a second floor of sorts, a simple ledge around the circular tower that contains the main room. A warm fireplace, already burning in front of a sofa and some chairs. There's no smell, so Keith assumes it smells sweet in here.
There’s a tray of food on an end table.
“I've been told that Galra like high places, despite living in dens. That space up there is yours to furnish. Just let me know what you want and I’ll procure it. Or I can show you how, and you can do it yourself. There is a pile of cushions up there by the window already, in case you want to get away.
“This switch here will dim the lights,” Lance explains, lifting their re-joined hands to a dial on the wall. “It should be more comfortable for your eyes. I’ve heard that they’re sensitive. Through that door-” Lance gestures with their hands. “-is the bathroom. And through there-” Lance gestures again. “-is a garden. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before, or so I expect. I hope you like it.”
Lance begins fiddling with the many pieces of gold in his ears, the caps covering the pointed tips. There’s a sigh of relief as he removes some of the heavier pieces. Of course he has the audacity to complain about earrings when Keith-
Keith slips away, taking small, cautious steps to the garden door. He lifts his hand to the gilded handle, hesitates, turns back for permission.
Lance smiles, gesturing with his hand. “All of this ours, Keith. Do as you like.”
It’s a garden, to be sure, but not at all familiar to Keith. There’s a strange, curling tree with green wood, it’s swirling branches hanging overhead, heavy with long strands of blue leaves. At its base, flowering plants with purple, yellow, and red petals. Small, pale, glowing... things... hover among the branches, slipping in and out of the flowers’ deep throats. The moss is soft beneath Keith’s weird, tall shoes.
Keith reaches up, trailing a leafy tendril between his fingers, and the leaves chime a soft, tinkling melody like wind chimes. Keith gasps, snatching his hand back. He smiles, small but still there.
Lance quite suddenly looms behind him, and Keith tenses. The smile is gone, his cuticles tingling as he resists extending him claws. He has a duty.
Remember where you are.
“It’s a singing tree. Romelle really likes wind chimes. She told me about them. I thought this might be a decent substitute. Our quarters are unorthodox. Normally, and before now, my quarters were near the center of the castle, in a high tower. I relocated out here to the corner with this invention in mind. There are places where the walls open and let in a breeze. I thought you might find it pleasant, but still safe if you wish to hide yourself away in here-” Lance stops talking quite suddenly.
Lance is clearly trying (and failing) not to talk his ear off, perhaps aware that Keith isn’t much of a talker. “It’s... nice. Thank you.”
Lance doesn’t respond.
Keith winces. “Sorry. I do like it. I just…” He couldn’t have sounded any less sincere. He tries to hide his dismay, his fatigue. A hand finds the small of his back and Keith jumps, instincts kicking in before he can push them down.
“You really think I’m going to touch you, don’t you?” Lance sounds disappointed.
“You are touching me!” Keith protests. “You’re doing it right now!”
“That’s not what I meant. You know that.” Lance regards him, those opalescent blue eyes gazing hard into Keith’s face. The Altean has layers. “You’re not a fool, though you are a poor actor.”
“You have a reputation. I don’t expect you to care.” Keith bristles, the strip of longer fur down his spine ruffling beneath his snug clothes. Lance just sighs, carefully drawing away.
“It’s a farce, Keith. See, I’ve spent much of my time fooling about. Openly. Brazenly. No one expects anything at all from me anymore except more fooling about. Now, I am married, and have new duties to my spouse and new duties to my people and yours, lifting a heavy burden from my aging fathers’ shoulders. Imagine how delighted the people will be when I cease my foolery and rise to the occasion. It will be much easier to gain their favor if I seem to perform some small miracle.”
Keith remembers quite suddenly that the word Prince Lotor, Princess Allura, and Romelle used to describe Lance had been “complicated.”
“So... you’re not actually a pervert?” Keith asks. Lance blanches, then relaxes. Keith averts his gaze. He needs to learn how not to talk to people. Or how to talk to people. The first is probably more feasible.
“No, Keith. And I’m not about to do anything to you that you don’t want.”
You already have.
It’s not your fault.
“Eventually, my father will either order me to, or we won’t be able to avoid the need for progeny but... For now, your body is your own, and only your own. Either way, I will never take anything from you by force.”
“You couldn’t if you tried,” Keith growls, ears pinned back against his head. He bares his teeth at the Altean.
Lance raises a silver-white eyebrow, eyes chilling. “Oh?”
“I’m a Galra, Lance. I’ve been trained to kill Alteans.”
“And you think I haven’t been trained how to kill Galra?” Keith's ear twitches. Lance sighs. “Listen, I want us to-”
“If you’re going to say you want us to be a real couple, don’t bother. We’re not.” Keith grimaces again. Adam will likely forbid him to speak in public at this rate.
Lance glares, frustrated. “No. I don’t expect that. However, I would like us to work together. Maybe... friends?” The Altean is losing patience. Keith heaves in a breath. That really doesn’t sound unreasonable. Or too terrible. “We may be the only ones we can trust now. We’re enemies of both our peoples, Keith.”
“Okay. We- We have a common goal in mind, right? Take care of our people?” Keith glances up to the prince. Lance nods in affirmation. “Then yeah, we can work together and maybe be friends. I don’t know how to lead, but I do have practical knowledge. I’m sure I can be good for something.”
Lance breaks into a dazzling grin, the soft scales on his face glowing faintly with quintessence. Lance must be a powerful alchemist, if his quintessence rises that willingly. And not a very experienced one, if his control is so lacking.
“Great! So... What do you like to do?” Lance bends down to gently play with one of the little glowing-ball-creature-things. Keith wilts. How’s he supposed to answer that?
He decides to start with what he’s good at instead.
“Um... I’m a good tracker. An excellent fighter. I’m very good with a blade. I’m fast. I have good instincts.”
“Okay... But what do you like?” The Altean doesn’t look up. Keith sighs, wrapping his arms around himself, tail and ears wilting. Growing up, he only had time to like one thing: living to see tomorrow.
“I don’t really know.” He hates how small he sounds at that. “I just... do my thing and that’s about it.”
“Well what would you choose to do if it were up to you?” Lance is clearly starting to get frustrated again, if the tiny huff and the annoyed angle of his ears were anything to go by. The tips are sticking out of his soft-looking white hair. Everything about Lance looks soft, at least at first.
The prince changes so fast, emotions so fleeting and wild. A capricious creature, born of a capricious species.
“...Train. Oh! Sometimes, I read books or explore the wilds. I usually go off by myself when I’m out hunting.”
Keith finds himself hoping that there’s something in there that Lance might like about him. At least let this pretty, dangerous creature like something about him. Even if just something small.
“I like exploring too. And I can show you where the library is tomorrow, if you want.” Lance’s quintessence reaches out, hopeful and gentle, but Keith draws away even as relief flooded his veins. Lance wants this to work. He wants them to not hate each other, or be strangers. Thank the gods. His relief must show on his face, because Lance continues. “I’m not so good with a sword, if we’re being honest. But I’m an excellent shot with a bow.”
Keith lets himself grow a little more hopeful. “I’m a terrible shot,” he admits. “Perhaps we can teach each other.”
“I’m not opposed.” Lance rises, turning to look at him. “Perhaps we’ll learn to get along.”
“Oh.” Keith’s heart sinks. “Are we not getting along?”
“You think we are? We’ve done nothing but warn and threaten each other, and getting anything from you is like pulling teeth.” Lance sighs. He doesn't like Keith. Keith is sure of it now. How does this man change his emotions so fast? It’s frightening.
Keith bristles, curls his fingers into fists. “Well, yes. But at least you’re not lying out of your ass right now.”
“Excuse me?”
“‘He means the world to me'?” Keith grumbles, ears pinned tight against his head. “What a load of rubbish.”
“It’s not. You do mean the world to me,” Lance says, frigidly cold, stiff, hands at his sides. “I married you, and now my people will be safe. Your people will be safe. Our people are allies, and no longer at war. We have secured the safety of five billion people. And those people, Keith, mean the world to me.”
Keith’s tail, his face, his ears fall, his expression wilting. “You had a choice in this, didn’t you?”
“Technically, yes. Practically, I’d say no.”
“You chose this? Even though you didn’t want it?”
“Yes, we’ve established this.”
“And they gave you a useless runt who’s been a lord for all of a phoeb.” Keith sighs. Despite his seeming lack of patience and his... inconsistencies... that really need further exploring, Lance deserves better. He deserves a legitimate member of nobility. Not some stunted (both physically and emotionally) little Galra who isn’t even full-grown.
Lance waves a hand, dismissive. “It hardly matters to me, to be honest. The point is, we are married, in a horribly rushed, unorthodox, soulless ceremony that will have half of the population questioning if there’s going to be a famine on one of our planets and the other half wondering if I accidentally got you pregnant. Either way, we’re a means to an end, and the end has been achieved.”
“About that... I am capable-”
“Yes, I gleaned as much when Zarkon mentioned your season.” Keith’s grateful his fur can hide his blush. “Which means you’ll have a violent growth spurt, and spend a movement or two doing nothing but sleeping and eating. Then you’ll spike a vicious fever and-”
“How do you know all of this? About lights and wind chimes and-”
Lance blushes furiously beneath his scales. “I went to my sister for information. About Galra in general. As people, as opposed to an enemy or a society.” Lance sits down, and Keith joins him, taking the opportunity to touch the soft blue-green moss. It feels nice, just like he’d thought. He smiles, ears perking with delight. “I just... wanted to make it better for you. I knew nothing about you, but I figured you’d end up resenting me for all of this one way or another, so... here we are.”
Keith fiddles with the moss, avoiding the prince’s blue-opal gaze. “Here we are... I like Allura. She was very nice to me. She's nice to everyone.”
“I miss her. Romelle, too.” Lance murmurs, gazing up at the stars above. Keith hadn’t noticed the room had a glass roof.
"I didn't meet Romelle. She wasn't well when Emperor Zarkon invited me for dinner."
“We grew up together, you know? Only a couple decaphoebs apart. My constant companions. My dearest friends.”
Keith takes a deep breath. “Shiro. He... My mother was a soldier, until Allura and Lotor married. My father died, and I was alone. My mother couldn’t exactly lower her sword for me, so Shiro took me in. He’s been Captain of the Guard for a centaphoeb now...
“I’m really going to miss him,” Keith whispers, swallowing as his eyes began to sting. A small chirp makes its way past his lips. “And my mother. She couldn’t even be here.”
“You’ll see them again, Keith.” Lance places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. This time, Keith doesn’t shrink away. “I promise you. I’ll make sure you see them as often as possible.”
Keith imagines that that will still be never, but he believes Lance means it. Next to him, the Altean lies back, and one of the little flying lights, a blue one, lands on his nose. It's some kind of animal, with glass-like wings and tiny claws.
It pinches the end of Lance's nose, and the prince smiles, poking the creature gently. It seems to lean into his touch.
Keith quite suddenly remembers something Shiro told him about aesthetic beauty, and how captivating it can be. He wonders if that gentle, affectionate finger counts.
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braincoins · 4 years
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For @void-tiger :) Based on something I wanted to do for my fix-it fic universe.
It was unusual that the Castle came down onto Oriande. It was usually the Black Lion by itself, usually just Takashi and sometimes Princess Allura or Coran. Ryou had never seen the Castle of Lions land before. He knew it had, at least once, but he hadn’t been here then. He was a little nervous, expecting to have to interact with all the paladins, and he hadn’t seen most of them since... well.
But what he hadn’t been expecting at all was... this. Peoples of various different races, from scattered worlds, aliens of all shapes and sizes and varying degrees of similarity to humans, and...
He swallowed hard, and felt Romelle squeeze his hand. He squeezed back automatically, and turned to give her a shaky smile.
“It’ll be a great Grogory Day,” she assured him.
He nodded silently, mind racing. 
I’m not sure what’s worse: everyone knowing that I was a monster made by the Galra Empire or people mistaking me for Takashi, thinking that I’M the hero out there saving the universe. 
He wanted to just disappear. He wanted to look like someone else, be someone else.
And then Takashi was running up to him, pulling him into a hug and patting him on the back. They spoke in Japanese, as usual when it was just the two of them. <”Long time no see!”> Takashi exclaimed. <”How are you?”>
<”Fine,”> he said automatically. He pulled out of the hug. <”You?”>
<”Oh, you know: kicking ass, flying through space...”>
This was an old line. <”...representing the human race,”> he finished. <”So everything’s going well?”>
<”Yes,”> Takashi agreed. <”Princess Allura’s looking forward to seeing how the Diaspora celebrates Grogory Day.”>
<”You’re so formal,”> he said with a roll of his eyes. <”She’s your girlfriend.”>
Takashi cleared his throat and blushed. <”Well, yes, but she’s still the princess.”>
<”And your girlfriend.”>
<”Tell me you don’t think of Romelle as a ‘princess’,”> he charged. And Ryou couldn’t really deny that. They talked and, for a little bit, Ryou completely forgot they were surrounded by alien strangers (if that wasn’t redundant). Coran and Princess Allura came up to greet him, Keith and Pidge both said hi - Pidge actually hugged him! - and then...
“Ah, and who is this?” asked a strange... person, looking him up and down curiously. 
“Oh.” Takashi smiled and conducted introductions. "Ryou, this is Dero of the Olkari. Dero, this is my twin brother, Ryou.”
“I am very honored to meet you,” Dero of the Olkari said.
“Uh, pleased to meet you, too,” he said uncertainly.
“Ryou lives here with the colony and helps them as an engineer,” Takashi... boasted? He sounded like he was boasting. “And he protects the colony’s Sacred, Romelle, one of the Councilors.”
“Ah!” Dero exclaimed. “An honored position! And an engee nayer!” They said the word strangely. “You are like us then, though we do not use this word.”
Obviously. Aloud, he said, “Oh.” Me and my sparkling conversation skills.
“Dero would love to see the power grid you’ve been working on,” Takashi suggested.
Ryou doubted that, but he glanced at Dero, whose face was alight with curiosity. 
“Yes!” they said. “I would very much like to, if it is no trouble!”
Ryou looked at Takashi who smiled and nodded encouragingly. He cast about for Romelle, but she was swarmed by other aliens, so he sighed. “O-okay, if you’re sure. Follow me.”
He led Dero through the village. “Are you an engineer too, then?” he asked, not sure what else to talk about.
“My people are,” Dero told him. “Famous for it, really. Have you not heard?”
“No, sorry. I’ve... I’ve pretty much just been here.”
“That is nothing to be sorry for.”
Hesitantly, he asked, “I’m not sure what Ta- ...Shiro has told you about me, but...”
Dero made a strange noise; it sounded to Ryou’s ears as ‘uncertainty,’ and his worry grew, until Dero said, “Only what was told to me in front of you.”
“Nothing else? Really?”
“The Black Paladin does not speak of his family often. Those of us who have joined the Coalition and chosen to fight alongside the Paladins aboard the Castle of Lions are usually more concerned with other things.”
“I... see.” He’s really said nothing about ... how I came to be his ‘brother’? “And none of the other paladins have mentioned me?”
“Should they have?” They sounded terribly confused.
“I mean... n-not especially. I just wasn’t sure what... Well, um, nevermind.” He cleared his throat. 
“Speak to me of this power grid,” Dero insisted. “And what you are trying to accomplish with it.”
“Oh. Well, the colony’s power grid is based on Altean technology, but for many years they’d been using Galra parts obtained by Lotor...”
“Scoundrel,” Dero interjected. 
Ryou didn’t disagree. “...to try to repair and maintain it. We’ve only recently been able to start using pure Altean technology again, thanks to Romelle and her Sacred abilities. I’m trying to upgrade the power grid to be... well, on Earth, we’d say ‘smarter’, but...”
“You wish it to be sapient?”
“Not exactly.” He described a smart grid as they came up on the power center. He unlocked the door with his hand print and led Dero inside. 
“I see! Yes, I understand now ‘smarter’ grid. Let me see...” 
After that, all awkwardness fell away. Ryou and Dero worked on the colony power systems, explaining thought processes and machine workings, and, after a couple of vargas, with Dero’s help, the grid was fast, sleek, and very, very smart indeed. 
“You need better power storage,” Dero said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” he agreed. “But we can work on that later. Let’s get back to the party before Romelle thinks I’m off hiding somewhere.”
“Why would you hide?”
He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about that. Handwashing station here; let’s clean up and head back.”
The celebrations were loud and seemed to consume the village. But as they began to settle down and people trickled back to their homes or to the Castle, Ryou was able to find Takashi.
<“You didn’t tell Dero anything about me?”>
Takashi’s brow furrowed. <“I told them you were my twin brother and that...”>
<“No, I mean... before. Th-they didn’t know that I’m... that I was...”>
<“You’re my twin brother,”> he repeated. <“No one needs to know anything more than that.”>
<“Are you sure?”> he pressed. <“What if... what if there’s more programming in me that the Alteans missed somehow and I snap again and...”>
<“First of all, I doubt the Goddess would have left that in there,”> he pointed out. <“Second, I don’t think the Alteans missed anything in the first place. And third, even if, somehow, despite all of that, you did snap? I’d tell them then. I’d say the Galra messed with you, made you do that. They don’t need to know more than that.”>
<“But... that’s not exactly the truth.”>
<“If you wanted to tell them the truth, you could,”> Takashi said. <“But I won’t.”>
<“Really?”>
<“It’s not my place to. That’s your story, not mine.”>
<“I’m just part of your story,”> Ryou said.
<“Maybe in the beginning. Maybe,”> Takashi allowed. <“But not anymore. You decide who knows your backstory, not me.”> He clapped a hand on his shoulder. <“And as far as I’m concerned, you are my twin brother.”>
He felt tears spring up in his eyes, and he hugged Takashi rather than just stand there and leak. <”Thank you, brother.”>
<”You’re welcome.”> He hugged him back and then said, <”It’s getting late though.”>
<”Have to go save the universe again tomorrow?”>
<”You know it.”>
He pulled away, smiling. <”Be careful.”>
<”I will be. Take care of yourself, okay?”>
<”I promise.”> 
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(( dear god what have i done ))
2. Ever been in love?
Pidge: “i... don’t know? is being in love different from loving someone?” Matt: “Nah, gets in the way of me living my dream of being in a harem anime.” (( me: yup! ))
4. How tall are you?
Pidge: “five foot even.” Matt: “Five foot eleven. Almost as tall as you, big guy.” (( me: 5’4” ))
6. Any tattoos you want?
Matt: “Don’t even think about it, you little goblin, you’re not old enough. Me? I’m less into tattoos and more into scarification, but that’s... a lot. Already got one on my precious face.” Pidge: “which is about to get punched. i... i’ve thought about it. maybe something on my left arm for green, or something on one of my thighs for olkarion, but i’d want it done on earth, which is even farther off than my birthday.” (( me: a kabbalah tree of life on my back and a few more woodblock-print cats on my side ))
8. OTP?
Matt and Pidge, together: “sheith.” (( me: depends on fandom, but my first was yorkxdelta ))
10. Favorite bands?
Pidge: “all i listen to is nightmareowl, basically.” Matt: “There’s this—like a troupe, almost, that performs out of Idgaf-6, and you absolutely have to see it to believe it.” (( me: oh god i do not listen to good music, uhhhh, pendulum and related, a perfect circle and related, snow patrol, that’s all i can think of ))
12. Favorite song?
Pidge: “you’re supposed to know song names?” Matt, sarcastically: “The Little Einsteins theme song.” (( me: well, i have “our velocity” by maximo park stuck in my head? ))
14. Zodiac sign?
Pidge: “that’s not real.” Matt: “She’s an Aries, I’m a Taurus-Aries cusp.” (( me: 🔆♍️ / 🌙♊️ / ☄️♐️ / 💘♏️ ))
16. Favorite quote?
Pidge: “if you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss your chance to do something great.” Matt: “What are we, animals?” (( me: you aren’t being punished, you just haven’t been rewarded yet. ))
18. Favorite color?
Pidge: “light purple.” Matt: “Orange.” (( me: primary green ))
20. Where do you go when you’re sad?
Pidge: “i’m not telling you.” There’s a little spot adjacent to the engine room on the Castle-Ship that has a false panel. If you remove it, inside is a hammock and a collection of data chips with old movies and music and some soft blankets. It’s probably a fire hazard, but Pidge has accepted that risk. Matt: “Bed.” Someone else’s, usually. (( me: bed, with the fuzzy blankets and cats ))
22. How long does it take for you to get ready in the morning?
Pidge: “you guys get ready?” Matt: “You guys have time to get ready?” (( me: 10-15 minutes once out of bed but good luck getting me out of bed ))
24. Turn on?
Pidge: “you might need to jimmy the switch a few times, it’s a little gummed up—the third one from the right, yes, i know, it’s written in altean, trust me, i’ve already had this discussion with management and they’ve declined my request.” Matt: “Just one? Uh, well, um, I. I like getting my hair pulled?” (( me: nunya biz ))
26: The reason I joined Tumblr
Pidge and Matt: Pointing at the fourth wall. (( me: peer pressure from @palidinus — sort of kidding but he did want a pidge! ))
28: Last thing that made you cry?
Pidge: “keith is... frustrating.” Matt: “My own dumb ass.” (( me: oh, just crushing rsd ))
30: Meaning behind your URL
Pidge: “we’re communications officers. victor lima delta is the nato initials for voltron legendary defender.” Matt: “It fits. I like it.”
32: Last song you listened to?
Pidge: “i don’t do song names.” Matt: “[some incomprehensible garbage in a non-Terran language] by The [garbage]. Good shit.” (( me: “slip” by deadmau5 ))
34: Last person you talked to?
Pidge: “shiro.” Matt: “Olia.” (( me: coworker ))
36: Favorite food?
Pidge: “peanut butter.” Matt: “Bitch? Lasagna.” (( me: mac cheese ))
38: Last place you were?
Pidge: “the bridge, for morning briefing.” Matt: “Shuttle bedroom, for morning de-briefing.” (( me: work ))
40: Last time you kissed someone?
Matt: “Pidge. Katie. Light of my life. Imp of my heart. If you answer this question, I’m telling on you to Mom.” Pidge: “i wasn’t gonna! and i’ll tell on you to dad.” Matt: “What, you think I’m embarrassed? The Idigians don’t really do kissing.” Pidge: “okay, ew.” (( me: this morning ))
42: What color underwear are you wearing?
Pidge: “... white...?” Matt: “Not wearing any.” (( me: black ))
44: What color bottoms are you wearing?
Pidge: “black? training leggings.” Matt: “Navy and brown. In uniform today.” (( me: velvet green ))
46: Last sport you played?
Pidge: “is gladiator training a sport?” Matt: “I mean, there are some names for it, but she’s standing, like, right there, so I’m gonna not.” (( me: i... walked my dog last night? ))
48: Last prank call you remember doing?
Pidge: “that’s part of my job, actually, to spoof signals to galra operations.” Matt: “I don’t make the calls, I just listen in on them.” (( me: never ))
50: Favorite movie?
Matt: “Any of the East of Eden theatrical releases.” Pidge: “the alan turing biopic.” (( me: ferris bueller’s day off ))
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