#Hahahahahha

[katrasining]

very quick sketch before I sleep Luka branding was world changing information I am very normal

[bingoary]

legend said he was quiet the entire tram ride

[annaaaaalol]

Hey guys I should really study, BUT IT'S PRACTICALLY CHRISTMAS!!!!so I made this quick Christmas drawing🫡💞❗

[mur1an]

Adult transmasc Chloe, who is over 190 cm, who is no longer a Bourgeois, after leave Audrey. Now he works for a secret organization and has a very Carmen Sandiego vibe.

[kosmicprlz]

"WHEN I SEE HIM, WILL IT BE TENDER OR BE TOUGH?"

[deoidesign]

Sorry what was that

[bea-schuyler]

how i feel after getting paid (€50!!!) for my writing being published

[rhodes-1]

Its finally november so i can post this

[worstloki]

Magic is such a versatile plot device. Why do the characters need to go on a journey? To find a magic item! A ridiculously impossible task is suddenly thrust upon them? Maybe there’s a magic spell just for this! Why is this character trapped barely clothed and tied up by vines instead of cutting through them? Well they’re magic vines.

[delyth88]

I think I'm going to have to save up for a trip to the northern hemisphere for snow in the future. All this Christmas imagery is making me want to go ice skating outside again. (The rink here that has pools of water at the edges and smells like a freezer just doesn't have quite the same atmosphere. 😅 ) I'd also love to learn how to cross country ski properly.

Sigh.

New Zealand is just so damn far away from almost everywhere!

[snailblob05]

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[redkogaane]

He's in denial

[theatre-bread13]

Oh our happy days…

[biskael]

ㅤ“ SHE IS NOT my daughter . to believe that I have fathered my jaegerin , let alone any child at all , is some kind of ... foolishness . we have no blood relation whatsoever , and hardly look anything alike , besides . "

[tasteslikeaspartam]

Luci @ Adam:

[alohaasaloevera]

Keith Kogane is in love with Lance McClain. It is the cold, hard truth—nothing will ever change the fact that he is so impossibly gone for the winsome little sycophant.

He plans to tell the man today. It will be at a park—the very same one where they reunited after 2 years of complete radio silence on both ends.

Hunk and the others had helped him with planning. He will give Lance a pretty bouquet of flowers.

Keith, for once, is confident that nothing will go wrong.

—

“I love you, Lance.”

Lance is silent. Keith’s smile slowly falters as each second that Lance does not respond passes by.

Lance opens his mouth, almost timid.

“It wasn’t supposed to end up like this.”

Keith almost drops the perfect blend of flowers he had picked with Veronica only hours prior. “What do you mean?”

Everything except for Lance’s mouth seems frozen; something that in normal circumstances, would be a worrying matter. “I—I don’t love you, Keith. I never did.”

“But what about—”

“You could never replace her.”

The winding breeze blows petals away, and some of the older flora begins to wilt.

Keith runs away.

It takes two more years of silence until Lance would even spare a glance at his face. Only that by then, it is too late.

—

Keith Kogane spends his last moments alive on the battlefield. It’s almost like he was destined to die fighting; after all, hatred is the only thing that has been consistent throughout his life.

Even so, his thoughts happened to be a mixture of bittersweet yearning and reverence for the people who never gave up on him—if he had died when he was 16 and grieving over the loss of the only person he considered family at the time, he would’ve died thinking about how cruel the world was to him in his short life—Voltron had changed him, and for the greater good. That didn’t matter much when he was lightheaded and a second away from the cold embrace of death, but at least recognizing it made him feel a bit better.

When the pain from at least 5 gun wounds and one gnarly gash that cut deep into his right thigh started to kick in, Keith’s thoughts had drifted over to Lance.

He had thought about Allura and himself—how they were so akin to one another, yet Lance chose Allura over him every single time. How every single supposedly “tender” moment he shared with Lance was nothing compared to how Allura made him smile. That no matter how devoted Keith was to Lance, no matter how hard he tried in order to get Lance out of his depressive slumps, he would always thank Allura in the end.

He thought of all the aliens Lance had flirted with, how even when Keith gave everything he had to Lance, he would be ignored in favor of a one-night-stand.

Keith Kogane dies as not even a second choice, but instead an impossibility.

The world is still cruel.

—

When Lance McClain first hears about the death of Keith Kogane: a man who was practically famous for spitting in the grim reaper’s face more than a handful of times, he thinks of it as some kind of cruel joke.

He finds out that it is quite the opposite.

When he looks down at what remains of Keith’s body, he curses himself for ever thinking that the man wasn’t good enough.

Lance leans down so that he is level with his former teammate’s unmoving face; Keith still looks irresistibly fierce, even when he is no longer with a beating heart.

“I’m sorry, Samurai.”

The pet name is the beginning of many tactics Lance employs in order to prove that this whole thing is just a stupid joke. He knows that it is useless, that Keith will never come back, that he will never get to listen to that melodious symphony that is his laugh again, or how his eyes widen ever so slightly when he is flustered.

Keith is dead, and it is all his fault.

Something in him snaps.

—

Somewhere in the world, a once glamorous bouquet of flowers are left to rot and become one with the earth’s soil. When it eventually decomposes, it will turn into nutrients that are imperative to the growth of even more beautiful, as equally breathtaking flora.

This is the cycle of life.

Keith Kogane was always a rebel when he was with a pulse. It is no to no one’s surprise that exactly one year after his fateful death, he rises once more.