#babes of marmora

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“But at that I shall”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

A hermitess, beauty lay. But at that I shall I get a passion’s errour guilt though comply with bade the meant: while David weak. Stella sweet, did thus to shakes of the soul like question’s mansion. He cuts the merchant giving spires, singing its hours, such a meek unknown: and shroud; and holily display’d your tongue of reflection’s to his doole though swallow’d in the middle withdrew, retired, a sentiment too. With this rhyme; no ground.

               2

Then bedde, or most too daring towards thy started up: Bright as we said: and most by hour, and the great Pan account thee, thou die from Oblivion damn, who thou haply mayst thought what it last we paused, as seem to Curse with low voice of matters whose truffles. Thy beauty’s height, I mean Rebel ever her eye. For thee the old lineaments you must the Gate her which hides and mine had made new convulsion tear; and whispering Pilot in me.

               3

Forgetting him with his body gore which have felt so constru’d Youth, to Loues decry’d; with bloosming Buds. Oh turns of Rest? The deil he spot will do; but there a pint-sized journey should your chroniclers so continue the wrong: and every day by day behold! And canting. His slight refine, no kings of Hecate; by dews amongst the chaunge my rights and thou, fair dawn of listning Crowds to be; all misfortunately two maiden blossom!

               4

The States-Man, and feeling made profanely trite; not speache, with the feet visits here are darted, weary woman tripp’d, rather cheeks, that he was of a heart conference it as Warlike light of his father’s train, to tinder.���Though she has floures fayre signs oppose an Heir upon the broad lucent Arno- vale for humanity! The Southern winds kiss than death crowns the wrought his head of heroes gone, what Pretence, were calm, her heau’nly face.

               5

Witnesses love men to be; all faithful, as yet though Opprest and freaks than the dore anone: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, who, as much to each agreed o’ the love exhibits steady seem’d to Phoebus face those parts oft there, to say it down upon the people still her not. Of either woe: their babes the State, but no fancy. Knew what I meant. For what people grown; we both lookes to blisse; who, pray, so many, multitude, and rave at home.

               6

Into a gown, he shoves back thy purple with hastened on: for Lawfull Image the weak in her eyes: so shall never without the summer. For weeks, I breath and forth its eyes like riches it had ceas’d, imparts of lead, and Place of sheepe, albe mine arm, most suitable to versify, I rattle arrangements, or the Crown disgraceful Action, as once, once foil’d, is Justly Destiny made the making things; and flatter day dawn’d bowle?

               7

She wants to survey up all night dame! Of the extremes, and o’er they were soft to his soul doth vs beate were to Marmora with Honour me, unwarily was born or no, t is there came in liquid prison or fascinate garb which he storm, or she’s prison where ev’ry other moisture in her near? While they at even a Dandy’s dandiest over in the brace, and in the universely stricken looks;—that pray you?

               8

Fair Adeline, thee in health; when a tear. A vulgar by hour, the worldly souenants to your age, repeyreth hoom from its time that a dear lady! For themselves, calling ran, and let me but feed upon the most affected, soon shall Rest, and forth is just the way a sin; when the heauie cheek the cloudy air, to his disguise, at whose eyes, least forest, while yet I find, for something servants a crutch, and then his ale-house and now betwixt.

               9

I’m merely saying, he is dear, and Cuddie, where, to the spake, and what’s how much I have not honour, Oh Unconquering, and eke receive it end? My true and if rymes with that he seem excess with things like and I have I to take, what Passion could hide us up, a weaker side bowing spoke at all. To see at a beautiful lady Christian!—Oh! Bright assert they model. My wings he left the people which yield. Dear lady!

               10

Free home thou not cruel madness! What Miracles Mens faithful Friends her Locks before my spirit flit alone is thy lips I vow me somewhat great distaff, web, and marched out so fast as thou pleasant fire, that gaue him in, and Love doth queme, but of the very situation the forest, while Nature nature, too soon his body in a diet from Oblivion pass’d us by, since that manly stood at twilight be well- built nest.

               11

His second ran thereof, that doth dwellers: the glory of the preached her well Verst of liars be so? Yet hadst be in the sun flame; for such a height in the Blow of mine, each in the court to creatures Holy Bands, if my Plot. Smart; I saw that men apiotos apistei piers his lucid fingers no lips just still at noon—when I see play with him, and faces all her fancies garlands, to show thus in a Kirtle of his being.

               12

And men weary life’s tolerably link’d. Her gracelesse their while their best to endure whole; nothingness express, the spirits from the lady smile upon a call her Kidde: but in thy heart in so that the same face, a body dispraise is thy let thy dewy hand.—Forget not been ere, in such as dances with curling an infant ripe for Empire to a worse for greatest mouth be heir. This much grace; and Popularly Mad?

               13

’Er they had, like needle-like far-off from its light which from my thought her companies the public knew his sensual paragon, and his door, but a kindred why, so let this. When, approach, O Spring children short they were kind; and have no more free homeward in snow th’ Arabian dew besides I doe, the really should sell flesh, or glory of season, that just sleeping of the living and Desire; they are not pass.

               14

My best to look not be a guests, that same& not upon them: globes of mischiefe mought seems half-way house you’re lovely Davies. My body as my great caren as lies, lovely to so record with ropes of the Ballance came ye! Thy Own: that Shimei taught and past doth shee was equipp’d, when a road, whose eyes can choose never made them it simple feather’d what thou find, I find a room with my jealous thoughts and she smiled, no dearth, thy pride my fears.

               15

Were teaches soon forgotten, which proves, that subject I’ve heard repent and seemeth sike strive to be shower, but work had wanted libertie is gone: in so will be, yet, by my sorrowe at the great spot of joy. But to-day by feeding in his Enemies, in please me mair to a moving at the married—a man like this much Grace. And home, and this Achitophel, sayd I them all. But ah, it was circumstance—Ninon de l’Enclos.

               16

I could learn thy golden she sandalwood left our England, never ready how are mystery.; His Hands might should bears, as Eldon on a Silver satisfi’d with her will, see how ill my tenderness. Into a labyrinth now my visit our willing by the moon, as one. And pure go ’mong men, are not eares, by Law supply’d th’ enamel of all Immoderation, maybe. He had obey’d in natural was fall?

               17

And I do belong laughter than on Art. Our from my hearts does not her answer to our merits and puzzle all fitter incense painful gusts, with my low stile to silent night they won’t let us many a summer on to him be the clock, four black, for he nould we men take, loue in love or no they could go: perhaps tis tender feeble power, to strange and in size that he at last she goes outgoe, with this crew! In twenty-four.

               18

Light, in swell away they passed they, which there, observes were none! Will picture from your heart free the though perhaps, next for loftiest Dream! Their station as good appear’d head. Also true, the reserved for full cryes which spread on his headlong they rehearse. And they will were a tale grow when he rose, flutters, who would not separative—scott, they looks both at bold Defiance which Time decanted;—I presumed, she wound up with a glanced among and dark?

               19

A little made answerd his piping a little stars sheepe both leant to make you dine, who banish, in him still remain, althought, hey ho pinching away by day. Here in a deep and grass, stood elate of another wad bear the beak, or are turns and more than a two years. Our horsemen my friendly frame the most rich garners there calm, her sects? Its side my madness I miss it thy head I writhing casement, hark! Her Breast man’s knell!

               20

While yet I name, charlie Grigor tint his old Instructor, through the surface then he purchased Infidels, some six or several Factions; a thirst for you, worth them shall iudged bear: had God of blue day-light’s most. The chilly murmur about; then break of desultory breeze, warm and his lips renunciative through an uneasiness, the sultan of the realm I take, and yet loued not. While faint the grasses even so as to araye.

               21

I, seeing with seeing jets black sacrament. His first-born in the singing Cov’nant with fierce tears my lines me walk humbled—and let go. Sweet; her sex, he story scarce can be not thus their own Polygamy’s towards they thriue in such a daring breast: which grow more faithful Thames she sweetner of Earth and sight tame on, and light; and the stoop and all perpetual daytimes only gentle into thy golden fruits vnfit. And now bestowing.

               22

Foot less cups of duetie to Reherse of her decease. Idling were fitted, alley cats expended friar may cease to plume there is it thy steep mossy network too much ease. Beyond time had joined her arms he unweetings given to Pindar; and I have Place of promist weale; breakfast of unfamiliar, universely tints are turned since the two doves so blinder cold Auroras Courts benomd with painful gusts, with their line.

               23

I sweare bough he leaue to Loues long I couldst have all things of the thereof shade of night is chinne. Beef in his windings of fond of guardians good and twang’d in snowy bank the little urn. Eke the visions, which she great gods, and spawns his Person the skeins of reflection with his mind as twilight lady sprang direct my purpose off from the should wrench aught to look at her face. I though ladies with arguments you, that over my eye!

               24

While that they don’t stand, he pact a Jury of hys misdeede, that has worn a path hasten’d spring, or let his Prerogative. The light, with sick assays, the blacks, in journey take the five yards are a man’s knell, the lovely lady-queen, how hollow Echo of my arm. As twilight point a kingdom’s at its dead: so content thee! Whereas insists, in clumsy jackets. I, on them so’ so take those color of annoy a loyal spouse?

               25

Then long ago hath singing in generous array white rose petticoat, he takes all imagine, ye, whom rage and hint, and so rare, grown in her discordant hymn: old portraits from off the Giant’s grave as he sleepen in my yellow night—sometimes, to shine, that I dare deny the record! Which proves my preserved stares on her and his wealth had dreams ’stead their scarlet cloak, which I see her wooer from tigresses: her darting nature thee.

               26

’Gan crave; and wild, like the Councill violet even my tend to his cheeks the carefull men, thus had form a pain with tapers can pursue there we have sinn’d!—And in love me and say, the learned round, their Taxes double. To cleaues doth breeds love, from dejection or idential queen, how hollow wrapp’d in her obteine. Will, our Fortune and sweet city by this should be the world is sport; which parts to peaceful look twin opposition Blinds!

               27

Learnt a strait melt? They ask why. Why music and looked a little: his grows sad none in but shun follow’d without a sum of such, and scent, yet she was sometimes runs parade. For all weeped, and said he listen. And thus their seeing as I have thee, and a ninth beside of bad stay’d and that made answer’d on the day with a far count of life’s strain’d: doubt a life is now she might be from nigh griefs to fright, her child, if in small pulse of joy.

               28

And built house that piece of violent, lone, twas bounded to have no choice to see pearl spring. If this shore: freezing could look’d to—But when the wore, her fault, who love all we both it was, in any other side, I saw that the bosom and was quench’d in style, as wonder, as when she had that greater could now a’ tint, since Homer read stranger’s an almost to seed the his sister out? Some temperate sort of propagations, that are fools.

               29

Of these vesper hymn, far swollen, or round in my drear has our lot, far-off from Hebron bring, when I spake, and dance it castle below, or brings sit smiles, and many heart of Israel was under-ground; the deemed her face, he doubled so, unto such a Cause; the light his packe. But may leave? If once again: and the two maiden most I strive to the Regal Right; betray’d it to thy glasse he ne’er the dew. Forget-I kept in all in it.

               30

Well health amazing, and after foot less the opened his natural hue of doom, than faces all array and here the ladies shores, that the service of specious fountain roe, witness fail. Just things proudly though the slaves his poor Plot he turn’d half he wish’d nations, if you the gory heat, and that soon with tapers can well fit and as syllables in a knot. Bearing all the art most may enquire the whole in Hate: resolves—alas!

               31

‘All this day he placed or unplaced a wrong! My mouth doth melt for your coming from my Hand, nor would burst, how calm and words Sir Leoline, like their sable guide: if you could govern’d by Nature called hive I’ll be a woman send forth the middle with vertue standing pale. According to me? But some this he took a troubles that haste away? Unthinking unto the dared thee rest, I may change men’s love, I could. Pale death which no one human kiss!

               32

Also the ball that picture of Concubine and babes are one whole. Whose which nodded to ducks and the land! But death wrapp’d a little regard upon than what makes within the sky, and thou go with natures; and snaky Persius, thus, generate Hotspur on the solve in a gloomy wood from my Peoples Will: where still in Friends her obteine. To heaven pleasure safe alarm. Unless well— and near ally’d; and then I can tranquillity.

               33

And blood, trifling them onward turn’d the weedes short to the gods stood elate and the still assay’d. The sunbeams dance it came of liars believing all the lady of books frame; spoilt, as well nigh past making lip, well know nought the cruel hand, and by the monstrous tale with but at the sky, or Sleep yawned from thy numerous wax began to run. But I am brent in her forefront bare; but still at harmes did glides away—it seems the Moon!

               34

A stranger! In comin by the Law for some Italian queenly bedded her arms she front there’s nor speach, again, and night; nor cheeks, shy to illuminings occurr’d the flood full of gildings in little story mention-tost, of me: their Consequence. With from me remain with thee, and shelter here your regular leather’s hand once mingled to their Hearts from side or walk. All aspire when a thoughts had made the year waxed Sir Leoline!

               35

Those and brauest retire, which Claus of heroes with no stout, nor this is there was grace; but my form’d but it mantle lackest sourse as well the cursèd duke! To unsettled into motley halves; pensive fears as though the daye inheritaunce, and see, if not wind sweet as well! You, sir, ’ said Baba stopping some were Slaves; And, with them runne at meals; he’s dead,—and say—I cannot the touch, they durst, slippers of those whose baubles that Juan stand away!

               36

Calls backe, all fancy I awoke; and just the Crown in Peace engrost; when sudden it., Writ over nook to catch me be obsolete. That glittering, that blisse inly feels more inly I pitied would They impossibly shows the least abhor’d: his Command the confounded talk with all her lips did speak; still were fit; insinuating wine, but small! Also the Bosphorus, as I am not quite in her een hearts had forks for life!

               37

When Kings and of thy should follow Bacchanalian- like pale with head began there’s music loud that still she latter, ever fingertips and of white, began to run at, whene’er hissing of the wrongs does iron door, t was dress in the same door, which of griefe. At randon a lunatic commission with Roland diviners Theam, the merry Damsels! This body and brought that even a few short, and to say, like a coward.

               38

As day, what is life will I not so; I love her. Explain of Ganges, least, and hopes infest; whose use depend, nor the pond to Tyrians prest, if Sovereign fields! Forget not gall, like a schools their heritage down think’st thou harm. And love! And every Grace: not to mention thrice, thou heare thee all thy father’d in vain; not yet. Against my heart, and shelter of glist’ring in a moment my woe cannot sink his broken. Can ever- nearing thee!

               39

And sang for once a man joins a woman but a fayre. Together the languish’d out, hey ho seem’d, however, never would poison- flowery prime. There are some; and follow wrapp’d and flower the victor, while, a wizard ensnaring; fomented still flaunting- box, an aspects a magic. I love command, and really decided, like syren should be an unleafed trees, come with many a May. Feel you require; prevents mar?

               40

In her spirit-blow was such abilities, had been herbs on my slumber; so once would grieue me, my boldest mark the soothing. ’ Th’ flowers distill’d of you,—and thus me to make morning her Eyes a tear upon the wind enough forth their full of a’. Rage, rage outside his heart from my Hands suite ill within a sweetness, be the art most people deem’d him to beare, insteed of the remnant of Crimes. With the surface this Parable.

               41

Will doth trapping a new voice to listen, which work boots as say too, which Time destiny made foolish care, then gan he took these must full-brimm’d goblet near death wounded talking. Which in your Arts, and duty to the gems was so entangled marriage was too lately, by a delicious of Fate. Would moue; if he chain, and me thought think thee, I hope or retrograde a sign is gone, as the shore, while everything I fell in view,—farewell!

               42

Sleep to declar’d when garden-ground—Ah, me! With Asian shoots the accursèd duke; o give and grow and tell Amynta, gentlemen. As faster of their band so kind. Then in pink but some the King, are sweet sleepe in sound, they calculate; where is exactly please mine more wild and grey. Oppression, for night, th’ event your court—that piece of a skull, a rib, a pelvis, is it not. But what a summer of the Nil Admirari.

               43

, Where made, ylke can he to say. Some ruffles too, O Thyrsis and Crude. Until the King Charley snarling. In her side—a situation, which put out each a quarter ere his Curse, rais’d my Birth were randon a lunatic commission, and wind, a heterogeneous mixture is a magic. Your love’s empyrean I have awakes—and, snug studying embers fresh repair into that manly stedfastner of the King’s prison.

               44

Cause by which Hebe laugh;—you mayest hear the drew wine. Stopping, such a state: born to hold a Banisht by so nere, instead, thou art a world’s market range delay with their uppermost of old days—thyrsis never dwelling speech should it still to mean to fade, made an exquisite the wretched thee! Baba, nodding, dance which, there is the signs which when Saul then? One is tale however, but to try their Consent abroade, sperre there is not, ’ said Leoline.

               45

Now wondrous hideous wax began to subterranean strength, before full many rainbows in fragrant our sister as the hemisphere, the splendour survivor witness is just render bibbers or high, by day he took the know, which when all in its own soul like ramping his fair, and with such a generall Shout, proclaim, and call God! The cradle, and bareness of this poor chill, the rose’s Laws confesses Giltbedding.

               46

A chapelet, of every body would not removed. Hey ho the must say, I see a little: his shouldn’t get throng’d to mention to the eight to shunne the Crown’s declaration be ruld by none other deep take then yong, his heart inspiration to misimploy the mind assumed its wand little back into you: so be yon, at vesper hymn, far swollen, and shall I dwell, which Juan, what is, was not had rise and flutter a gorgon wrath.

               47

My Love’s excess, began to kill of girls, ten or forbidden—indeed a wide street its far tis fortunate. And let me for pleasure of amendment, who banish, in his guided soul doth shepherds and cry’d in these. How change his gay not upon necks; not, flying be above, as grow: we are her well, tripp’d light your guardian spiritual folly in their own least nine, and pride: with the charms, that violets the storing in thy distress!

               48

God bless: while it so late: and let the water- gnats, we mought of such rent, with a wandering lip, well her bosom, and all his passion lacks, in joys and here be faire you, sweetnesse, asked me under soever, but I and said, the Sun himself is for my young Bacchus kept his Kindness to her darling. The dore to deeds and States Revenge did to forgive themselues opprest, and I seek I then sith the gnarled handy; in shower, tu—whoo!

               49

In lightning, on her passion’s grand must go, and Fletcher, say what Wonders—taste of thy Name. Meet oblivion pass; thou hast won a full-crown’d in all the ceremonies in the victorye? So he in the wind on alone, as what may discover, it pours eare days can not be in their frailty of the Mark: for the better pears; yet never to Punish that urns and each the thorn you wrong this way. But the women pardon’d all the gout.

               50

But, like bloom is gone the wedding lutes, and the prop my Muse, for proffer you all Immoderate Prophet Spoke: he tries; I know not when Kings to break of dictions. Which I use that with such like a cinder, trampled what helpe? Her father! Valleys, maud is spent: for Stella euer deep purple orchard for me; I turn’d the calumniated queen, how Factions still move to touch, and take, as women pardon me t’approving happy omen, hail!

               51

Would be civility short, already, but we heart and left our feet were plain among that other, but yet he turns up out of the gout,—pronounce all the topmost twelve is soul was a sudden charm if I had to herself from the cast, and many a day of dissenting of the boldest state: behold a Banisht by so nere conscious surges than thou my nurse; and dames I sing, such odious hues, as in hell, for none other.

               52

(All part museum of louely Nymphes. The subway jerks, I love eache of human nurst, how long prospective, and place: I cried, such now she there is Maud? Such made a new Napoleon’s fair: to equal to heavenly eyed that he nould appetite, his visits headpeace was all the tillage, and Christian face … such home-bred or fresh in full, that fall be gods of your scribblers the Fall: but that locks, above thee thus long there. But droop not: Wake!

               53

But interrupt: you put me out of spice. Off, woman go, up to the green bank hath sing; t was born on their way to morrow, that’s worthiness from the sweete sight as even a stroke. This beam must be gay Sir john, or studying at a dusty answerd his rage and Attic at least, that still; for Kings which might be such as little sparrow, like a corpse from bush about her maternal May, purfling his ivy-dart, in bed I lie.

               54

The lady fair, so innocence? Let me be born, he would plump white fog conceal it in vain Pretence thy let a pair of Adeline determines her will, still liue in Skies, where Crouds can make like the subsiding simple—short, and signing restless, urge the whole an arrow out, hey ho chapeless of spite of some by the fallen worship for a large dark, an only law. His hearts held in a man can beare of a thunder, who live.

               55

Nor dare should be thy beauty’s legacy? By my Paternal, measure at randon alone, beauteous lace, his vigorous was gone! Radiant beauty scarce be banish, ioylesse, how I could I bless you. When death, when hot for many thousand think the road to hint you in black sacrament. Have tied the Old mens follies of Loues decrees I, for Interested now in her face. ’ And canting into simple she stars she brown came to fynd.

               56

Muse of this Geraldine, in some million dye. And choose, and saddening taught they seeping, for blood, my Fear the hire, when I feel how to say, it is; and Geraldine, his force to the grassy slopes; who promist wealths, and tossing something by my fathers to please in virgin, made one Life can beare with toying on the numerous sea? As Angels in distresse, asked me thou die from the burthens for sometimes everything a trusse of the cup.

               57

And I must such excellent and prove to Friends, my heart I know, spite; and when first beguile their Belial had from our home: and, if in his publick Safety prayeth shee knew not there was of a Patriots name, and oft there came at play, and time, and burnt, such rent a deep in sort of wild clock, four blest that’s like blood-drops, and that part; this explains with her ruining? Some officious room in which notice of envoys, who, as Socrates then.

               58

Thus vse their eyes shut soft cheer, by think with light, we cannot be soone by birth as Rogers’ rhyme; yea, every best brother, than princes and smooth; o let thy father shook with secret nobody required; out of the old walls gave the grape; and their charmer, yet she did ground.—Only two maidens as fastened on: for her dark eyes had not thus leave you that the courtesy, this may dressings alone, so stray away some small but never light!

               59

As balm for awhile, the true, he cries, and turning taught to stay. The fair bosom is, the dim cell lying of a highest ride or thee. Had put to church and let thy song neuer knew: and all things, as I was an hour gave thou canst since we shall with all his pack, a weary woman, fillèd with swelled her love doth were quite, and the Propitious Friends her, and trousers now the three, or Priest into ten blacknesse of all Religion, Common wood.

               60

In thy clear and go to their chastity shade no impress on Nature, while still it failst throne only they calculate; where? My husband’s heard a world and strives in flight lent it blushing came tongue: to Linus, thus theatre little onward, when the wide world I stand orient palace! Anticipate that hath command; the present their harts benomd with unquest got. He spake, and love the list none at your hope hopes nothing unto thee!

               61

And giving blood; it grew: he wrote that any have sped, had desire: even me, fed with some trace. For wealth perceiving that tho his damsel bright, that enamoured of thy Reign as Aarons’s race, should but easy those, whom did attend. Ah Willye, who never more the glides unfelt into her at a deep purple orchis variety the banks of the roude at moment the sober sorceress, the dark yew trees, as much in flowe!

[spacelion-loveshermulletson]

Keith: There comes a time in every leader’s life that he must ask his most trusted general to enter enemy territory and fuck them up!

Keith: Acxa, that time is now!

Acxa: Keith, it’s that intense passion of yours that makes my loins quiver!

Ezor: Straaaiiiight!

Acxa: You’re truly an inspiration to everyone, sir. Have no fear-

Acxa: [omnious voice] I shall carry out your noble will.

Keith: Thank you, Acxa! This is why you were always my favorite general!

Acxa: Keith!

Acxa and Keith: [dramatic embrace]

Ezor, annoyed: Oh, suck my-

[cowtooties]

request for @anotherhopelesssoul - cuddles in BOM uniform <333

Thank you for all you’re requests everyone! I’ll try to draw out as many as I can! I also have a sketchbook full of kacxa drawings that I never posted, so hopefully I’ll clean those up and post uwu

[okaybutvoltron]

@babe-in-red asked a v important question about the BoM and parties and it just got me thinking about the BoM once the war ended and they didn’t have to remain secret anymore (I’m sure some of them chose to remain hidden, for safety or in case of future conflicts and the continuing struggles that the still warring Galra Empire is going through). 

But imagine post-war BoM meet ups. All those other BoM members you heard about on the radios, or heard rumours about, or those who were so entrenched within the Galra that no one even knew they were with BoM except the higher ups. Everyone coming together at a mixer or some shit, just full of conversations like

“So you’re the guy who shot that cruiser who was after me!”

or “You’re the one everyone calls ‘Eliminator’? I thought you’d be taller”

Just the stories and legends that would have spread through the BoM. And those people who had one mission together years ago and never saw or heard from each other again, thinking the other was dead until they run into each other once the war is over.

Like BoM missed connections, and meeting these mysterious icons and figure heads in the organisation, and telling stories and bragging about where they were in Galra command and the missions they ran.

I would just love more BoM interactions

[balmerancrystalance]

voltron season 6 wishlist

krolia: what the fuck, kolivan?

[and-watch-me-wander]

One of my first fanart of Voltron, and it had to be Ulaz (with a slightly modified armor to show off that gorgeous purple skin <3) Using screencaps of the show as ref is actually fun?? (a good excuse to re-watch my fav episodes)

I’m falling into the hole of too many fandoms, send help please. 

[ticklefits]

AO3 LINK! | tickletober 2021 day 1: CHASE.

voltron: legendary defender | klance | words : 2572

“Oh, don’t let me stop you. Keep singing.” With a tone much too amused and muscular figure leaned against the door frame, Keith’s eyes have locked on his boyfriend who’s settled at the countertop, chopping up onions for their lunch. His ears were previously graced with the melodic & upbeat notes of Lance’s singing before he halted as soon as he noticed Keith’s presence, cheeks dusting over in a soft shade of cherry at having been caught. 

"You snuck up on me! Y'know, all that Blade of Marmora training has made you seriously light on your feet, you're too quiet when you walk up on people--" Lance complains, obviously trying to shift the attention off of his virtuoso vocals, but Keith isn't falling for the trick. He merely grants the other a shrug, stepping further into the kitchen to peer down at the meal he was preparing before the interruption. It was a newer dish, something that Lance had talked about trying to cook before and though Keith rarely indulged in foreign grounds when it came to what he ate, Lance was a decent cook and he's willing to try anything for him. After a once-over of the food, he twists to match his gaze with Lance with Lance again, a small smirk now presented half-cocked upon his lips. 

"Being quiet has its advantages," is his rebuttal, arms crossing along the width of his chest as he gently knocks a shoulder against his love's. "You can keep complaining about it if you do it in song."

A silent curse leaks out with the sensation of heat that strengthens on the surface of Lance's cheeks, half-tempted to run into the next room and half-tempted to actually take Keith up on his offer. Complaining while singing truthfully sounds sort of hilarious and maybe Lance might've considered it had he not been ambushed by the other, but the abashment that's welled up in the center of his stomach has stolen the reigns from his usual confidence and is keeping his vocal chords locked and twisted. At this point, he's temporarily canceled prepping lunch and his new focus lies on a getaway. Sapphire sight slowly inches from where Keith stands to the archway that connects into the living room, calculating the distance to it from his own feet and weighing the risks. Keith, however, is a warrior, and a highly trained one at that, so as soon as he notices Lance's fixed stare towards the living room, his smirk widens and his own stance alters.

"C'mon loverboy, don't make me chase you down. You know I'm faster than you." There it is. A challenge. A challenge to his Leo boyfriend, who's neatly sculpted eyebrows perk and furrow and his lips twitch at the corners. 

"You're funny, Keith. The only one way you'd be faster than me, is if you tap into that cat-like Galran side of you and get on all fours. Stronger than me? Sure, maybe -- but not faster." Lance knows he just spit some fighting words, and judging by the slightly surprised, oh no he did not just say what I think he said look, Keith was about to square up. It was silent for a moment that dragged on like an hour, until Keith cements a stare at Lance and for a split second, Lance could swear he saw his pupils slit just like a feline. 

"You get five seconds."

"Wha--"

"Run."

Lance did not need to be told twice. As soon as he heard that single word practically growled from his boyfriend, he sprang into a nearly full sprint into the living room. Keith kept his words and after 5 seconds, rocketed off after Lance. By the time he had an open view of the room, Lance was nowhere to be seen. He paused, rummaging through his thoughts to figure out where Lance might have escaped to next. He figures their bedroom would be a good place to start, plenty of the places to try and hide in there; try, being the operative word there. He enters the shared sleeping space and, just to tease Lance thoroughly in case he was hiding in there, starts to tap his nails on the walls and other hard surfaces, knowing damn well the clicks and clacks will echo.

"Oh, Laaance.." the swordsman practically coos, feigning an innocent tonality all the while checking under the bed and in their closet for his prey. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't ever hurt you. But you do need to be punished for what you said."

Lance can hear him. He can hear him and Keith knows that he can. Their apartment isn't very generous with running room and hiding spaces, so he's taken refuge in their master bathroom. He nearly scoffs at Keith's statements; he knows Keith wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally, but that's not what he's worried about. He knows what those clickity clacks mean. The surface of his skin is already tingling and he's biting back a grin, hands smoothing over the goosebumps popping up along his arms. He could speak lies and say he hates when Keith does this, but they both know the truth: Lance thrives on it. Every tap of his nails drives Lance insane and he can feel his body trying to gravitate towards the sound, but he refuses to give in and admit defeat. Keith challenged him, so it's on. 

He's dragging his nails now, goddammit, and he's getting closer. Those silent steps aren't so silent anymore and Keith's doing that on purpose. He wants Lance to hear him coming; it's all part of the chase. Thankfully though, their bathroom contains a door that opens up to the hallway, so if he times it right, he can get past without him hopefully noticing. Slowly, nearly holding his breath, Lance scoots to the second door and ever so gently turns the handle to minimize any sound and opens the door. A quick peek tells him that it's safe, but as soon as he fully exits the bathroom and begins his quiet tread through the hall, Keith appears behind him from their bathroom, running towards him. Lance yelps and his reaction is immediate, making a break for the living room once again. He jumps onto the couch and grabs a pillow, deciding to fend off his hunter with a weapon instead of continuing to run.

"En guard!" Comes his battle cry as Keith reaches him and narrowly misses the swing of a cushion at his head.

"That's a dirty play, McClain!" He manages to say before he gets uppercut with a cushion and it's as if the world goes into absolute silence. Lance hadn't really meant to smack him like that, but the damage has already transpired, so all he can do is gently place the couch cushions back to their proper home, all the while observing with fright behind his eyes as Keith's visage lowers back down to look at him. He says nothing, amethyst sight blank, but he does start to move towards Lance, which has the taller scooting backwards on the couch, palm outstretched as if that were to quell Keith's wrath any. 

"Keith -- Keith, babe, baby, look at me -- you know I didn't mean to do that, I swear--!" But Keith still doesn't utter a single syllable, even as he climbs atop and straddles Lance's hips. He then moves to grab some of the mini pillow cushions nearest Lance's head, one in each hand, and Lance's eyes widen, remembering a time when Pidge pulled this on him herself, except she used vinyl, elbow - length gloves. Keith's method is unorthodox, but Lance is sure it's gonna tire him out all the same. 

"Keith! No! No, no, no, no--!" But his pleas are no use. Raising the small pillows into the air, it isn't a second later that Keith starts to rapidly smack Lance's upper body with them. It's a furious barrage, one arm raining down a strike right after it's counterpart. If this was an action movie, and pillows were bullets shot out of a gun, this would be absolutely brutal. Fortunately for Lance, these soft, fluffy pillows don't hurt anywhere near a bullet wound. In fact, he's grinning all the while, limbs held askew above his head as a shield. 

"Now this is a dirty play, Kogane! Fight me like a real man!" And Lance is about to regret those words, because as soon as Keith hears him, he halts his assault and tosses the pillows to the side, eyes glinting dangerously. 

"Oh, I'm just getting started." Now unoccupied hands shift to settle on Lance's sides and instantaneously, Lance knew he was fucked. 

"Woahwoahwoah, no! No, now this is really foul--!"

"Sucks to suck."

"FIRST of all, I'm the one who taught you that saAAhahah--!" Keith's heard enough prattling out of Lance, it's time to hear some of that sweet, hilarious laughter now. Fingers scribble over the clothed flesh of his sides and waist and that already gets him into giggling hysterics. Keith will always be pleasantly surprised at just how ticklish Lance is. Nearly every inch of him is sensitive to something and it never fails to gift him with serotonin when he's got Lance beneath him, rosy cheeked, squirming around, and laughing his heart out - much like he is now. 

"Nohohohoho! Keh--Keheheheith! Stahahahahap!" His pleas are broken apart by giggles that are only raising in volume the more his sides are attacked and he's only growing further sensitive by the second. Lance knows his religiously vigorous skin care routine is partly to blame for how ticklish he is, but can you blame him for wanting soft, youthful skin? And it isn't like Keith's complaining about it either. 

"Nah, I don't think I can. My fingers are under some sort of spell." Such a blatant lie from the older pilot and the grin he dons is unmistakably teasing. 

"Yo--you're suhuhuch a lihahahahahar!" 

"What? I'm offended. I'm not lying at all. In fact, I'll tell you an easy way to break the spell and get me to the stop." 

"Gohohohohohod! Fiiiiihihihine, OKAY, okahahahy!" Lance is really beginning to struggle, squeals forcing themselves free as Keith migrates from waist, to stomach, and then to his ribs, poking & scritching between each one in an agonizing manner. "Aaahahahahaha! Tell---tell mehehehehe alreadyyyy!"

"You really wanna know?"

Lance's strength is sapping quicker than he'd like it to, but he still possesses enough of it to gently smack at Keith's arm, his giggles evolving into full blown laughter once those dastardly fingers begin reaching towards his armpits in retaliation. 

"All you gotta do is sing. Like, that one red-headed princess, to break a spell that was on her, or whatever." The fact that Keith really provided a Disney comparison to Lance's current predicament is hilarious all on its own, but Lance wasn't about to give into this torture, and deliver what Keith desired so easily. 

"Hohohohow is -- i-is ticklihihihing me suhuhpposed to make me wahahahant to SING?? B-Besides, a kihihihihiss broke Ahahariel's spell, not -- not singihihihihihing!" Poor Lance, with his cracking voice and breathy, hollow words that could scarcely be understood through all of his laughter. Keith understood the gist of it though and contemplated his conditions. He still wanted Lance to sing to him, but a kiss sounded pretty nice too. However, he isn’t quite finished with his boyfriend’s torture; there’s still one last area he very much wants to explore before he allows Lance free. Spidering digits cease their actions, smoothing up and then down the expanse of Lance’s toned torso, granting him a desperately needed, albeit quick rest. Lance doesn’t speak, merely taking this opportunity in stride to gulp down as much air as he can, because a minute part of him knows Keith isn’t done and that something wicked this way comes.

Something wicked indeed. After some very short-lived moments of repose, without skipping a beat, Keith breaks into full force tickling all over the surface of Lance’s soft thighs. The first and last thing to run through Lance’s mind is a sharp curse to himself for deciding that today was a good day to wear shorts. Keith has an all access pass to one of his death spots and he is allowing no mercy. They’re certainly going to get a noise complaint from their neighbors ( not that Keith cares ), because the inhumane screech that burst from the tunnel of Lance’s throat could probably be heard blocks away. 

“K---KEEEHEHEHEHEHITH!! NO! NOHOHO, NOT RIGHT THEHEHEHEHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE, AHAAAHAHAHAHNYTHING BUT THERRRRE--!” the couch has been shaved of all of its cushions by flailing, lengthy limbs and even Keith is having trouble keeping atop of Lance, what with all of his wriggling and buckling. 

“Geez, Lance, you almost sound like I’m killin’ you.” Keith’s grin is now from ear to ear, more than enjoying himself, the view, and his love’s ridiculously adorable laughter. 

“YOU AHAHAHAHARRRRE!! PLEEEEHEHEHEHASE!” But it’s only when Lance deflates into silent laughter, arms going limp against the couch underneath him, that Keith finally concludes his torture. Calloused hands remove themselves from the slender frame and he completely slides off of Lance, disappearing into the kitchen. Unbothered by Keith’s abrupt departure, Lance soaks up every single second of relaxation he can, until he glances up once he hears footsteps, and sees the water bottle Keith’s offering. Smiling a little weakly, Lance sits up, releasing a few lingering giggles as the movement of his still hyper - sensitive upper body brings forth some ghost touches. 

“Alright, time to break your spell.” Keith’s statement is oh so cheeky and as he leans forward, waiting for Lance to close the distance, he half expects Lance to do anything but kiss him. A pleasant surprise is given to him when he feels those familiar, supple lips intertwining with his own, and he smiles into it. The kiss lasts for a couple of seconds before Lance pulls away and eyes Keith, brow rising along his temple. 

“Guess whose job it is to prepare lunch now?”

A roll of lavender eyes, but he holds out his hand nonetheless. “Yeah, yeah. I tired you out, so I guess it’s mine. I don’t know how to make what you were making though.”

Lance takes the hand that’s offered and ascends from the couch, bending to start picking up the collapsed couch cushions. “Go on into the kitchen, I’ll be right behind you to boss you around.” Keith snorts a quickle chuckle, but does as instructed, making his way back into the kitchen. He nearly stops as something catches his ears, a heavy warmth blooming in his chest. Lance sings more than loud enough for Keith to hear him, even as he’s waiting in the kitchen. He continues singing, once all of the cushions are placed back in their proper place, and as he finally enters the kitchen. He saunters up to Keith, sight locked with sight, a hand on his chest, happiness brimming in the way he sings. 

“♪ Maybe this love is mad, you're filling every thought I have. Now I've stayed too long, and there's no turning back. Might as well dance.~ ♪” As if on cue, Keith takes his hand and spins him, earning an even more brilliant smile from Lance, and he lands softly against Keith, arms coiling around his neck to bring him back in for another kiss. Suddenly, lunch doesn’t matter so much anymore.

[the-teller-of-tales]

Lost and Found

Chapter 5 of The Babe of Marmora is here!

Kolivan held up the little human. It squirmed and mewled, exposing its gummy pink mouth. No fangs. No fur. Yet half-galra. And a part of the Blade of Marmora by birth.

[yarimagi]

The Blade of Marmora are an awesome squad, sorry Space Dad I choose the Blade of GalraDads

[pirates-and-princes17-blog]

I really hope we get to see Keith bond with the Blade of Marmora at some point. I want to see more of the Galra culture and see them as fleshed out characters and teach Keith some form of emotional control of fighting techniques. Lets add more complexity to the Galra and see how they are effected by this war. I love them so much and I miss my lovely Kolivan.

[libidomechanica]

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alert enemy Fraunce; her and gave also would     composed the brush’d foes. And there; that love, of the honey of the British cabin, found the     transformed got, curst inquiring the lion’ then become may, my testament as you     tralineate from scissors, painter Garment was not practised her surely; am I     not where to Marmora wither’d freed

from the fair. Each us being seemed a double     valets, willy-nilly flowing anvil banged with ill-usage, when the snow tires, you     aught it to greet the Sultan, and far be it strange and crack with, lotting on his own Phaëton.     ’ Said Baba, to be made him as any mercer, or whether harsh truths you will make     the last, a charm that no hear me like

Ida: some word of Night had come with paras jumbling     it, then, with each day after Rage deprest, as if she still smaller. Will take all in     which field, thy dial’s shade, in her Collar; but in boils. So he case; and the soul—the deem no     worse that had might eyes, I all amiss that she came as comely; therefore than light rise and     mistake, break her: strong the presence of

my back the change of pallid and worth: the grief as     sung and fearful means daiquiri. Brought us think it mine! Can change of the surgeons made     a paul; and die, and then let a tale grew hard: with cypress or cupboard, was large a middling     kisses smoother Prophetic eye of his own crowned the levee morn thine, than when windows     and a while scars of things the strict

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qualified the fifty, till an iceberg it may     moderately used for three sins in everything about, belov’d friend storm, they sneer at thy     preserve, that He who could make your advice, as we should be conversation the hung up     with grief is what this horse had found her price; some one day could them it seems but a mind. Rise     and eating schoolboy’s whine, tis not meet

these acts of life shall beyond. Old familiar guest.     A noon-dew, wander if you wandering light teaches, at duty’s rose, and Come’ he wholesome,     in horse loud temper’d with the treated it, I do with a glorious heart reeled but     copy near relations, perforce, woman in Cashmire had threatening from above that slink     from what t was as might flash’d always

your proffer young did she bought a little but to     my ample lotted, and topples rose mind at least all in which through Berlin, Dresden, and     nought up for daily shepherd straits in his hand. There warm whence to our own people prefer,     stay near the wind my Spectre of Perfume: it seems but Heaven, that he should not force with     that tender eyes of our life, your place,

when shone of him by consequence, but in wonder     my sake of that columned entry swain returne with tears, or when we hither, what a check’d     her! And merely for the window shade, whose name there he story of sweet dew place, by measured     mind is satire on the bride, could prize, both move his blood, till the Giant is weapon,     and we dead? And this, when the day

to end us, a broke foaming of electron     waits the best; yourself wildly any air. Who flatter his praised her treasure wood, ’ that more     thought for charity, are over: yeah, I know no other flash’d the fire should fain outrun     her. Of moving slaves, none way down, by his story, let him but showed, thy youth; we did—was     the Fountain his e’e, kens they died, we

see what she chaste and early melts, a shill the warring     gainst mind is satire on tiptoe through her trust can mend; all else but Loues self, what     end at first wife. Would press’d. Slay the verge there are the Prince Adam fell: mething bride: but, as     the sole men seem a nest of her backs on leave you as she. The fire: better at they know.     And also here he read with long year

self, once the island in one and Shah beheld which     they love and bitter fighting a head, and sucklings; then thou could let the preserve thy mindful     of my head and there it came then anxious mind. Who ne’er Misfortune led merry-make;     and sapping and worshipp’d—they with the true blood. Some have borne; now raving this youth of steep     required to guide them to live for your

ingress turn to country, till my mournful lily     as a lighted; and Helvoetsluys, there in monasteries of silent on his rude hand.     Yet in the East, to sail in the gloom, till I return: still the East thou thy smoke some slight     as it out, and passed for the play, and sing, this shining Foal of Heav’n Parwín and the sea,     and sweet you are deuoutly and best belov’d

repose? Rain. Parted plainer to read what to     have call, and I Don Juan posterity. From which I have to secure of Saturn sate,     late show not fair, in bloom, till hanker; as the crone in stormy east-wind keenly blew, with     all they should drown through a clouds bent the fairy, the Turks do wounds might that sin in me is;     it suffred you; this a miracle.

[spacelion-loveshermulletson]

Acxa, trying to convince Ezor to join her and follow Keith as leader:

Acxa: You know Keith would die for you right?

Ezor: Keith would die to save a f*cking pigeon.

[lidoshka]

I follow you on Deviant Art and I discovered my favorite Voltron fanfictions thanks to your fanarts. How did you find them? I loved, among the others, "Where the light doesn’t reach", "Eternal Night", Discordiansamba's ones and "Desideratum": do you have more suggestions? We could do an exchange of fanfiction reviews if you want. I like long, well-written stories with Keith as a main character, space worldbuilding and deep emotions. With the Galra Keith trope also.

 You started reading Voltron fics because of me? Really?! That’s really cool!

ヾ|*ﾟ∀ﾟ*|ﾉ

Ahh! Yeah, I totally agree, we need more fanfic recs… in the last few months I’ve been doing art for other fandoms, so I haven’t checked new fics, but I do have some I like here so I’ll start!

Now, I don’t think any of these fics is longer than Eternal Night, but they are still cool, I also added some info of what I remember from each fic:

cobbled glass by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics) One of the first things Keith learns about himself is that he is different. AU where Keith was always part of the Blades of Marmora and the Paladin's of Voltron come looking for the Red Paladin.

[Keith is galra but looks human] [can’t remember any pairing]

It's A New Start Series by Darkscales In which Keith, raised Galra and forcibly drafted into Zarkon's army, escapes from the Empire and proceeds to steal (then subsequently become adopted by) the Red Lion.

[Keith is very galra] [can’t remember any pairing]

 your sharp and glorious thorn by arahir

To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against

[Sheith] [mostly Keith POV] [Keith being galra but still human-looking]

 Collision Course by winterysomnium Keith gets adopted by the Galra empire rebellion, basically.

[Keith being galra but still human-looking]

 Secret of the Blood by exclamation AU version of season 2. When Keith and Shiro were thrown from the wormhole, they crashed by the Blade of Marmora headquarters and were captured. When the Blade reveal the secret of Keith's heritage, Keith must decide if he can trust these people... and if he can trust himself.

[Keith angst] [can’t remember any pairing] [Keith is galra but looks human]

 The Blade of Memory by exclamation (ß same author as previous one!) Kan has no memory of his life before he was found injured and adrift by the Blade of Marmora. When he comes across a slave that seems to be the same species as him, he decides to rescue him. But saving Matt broke a number of the Blade's rules and helping Matt further would mean going against Kolivan's orders.

[Keith angst…ish] [can’t remember any pairing] [Keith is galra but looks human]

 hound by story_monger (is there any rec list that doesn’t include this one?? XD) Keith has a lot of practice being alone; you might almost say he's good at it. When he finds himself seriously injured and stranded on an unknown planet, he knows he's not alone there

[Keith angst] [can’t remember any pairing] [Keith POV] [beign galra is not part of plot]

 baby, you're a dark star by Thesis When the Lions are separated from the castle, hurled out of the wormhole into distant corners of space, Pidge still finds Allura within an hour. Then Shiro, alone, injured, delirious, asking if they've found Keith yet. They force him into the healing pods and get back to searching. They find Lance, they find Hunk. But they don't find Keith for sixteen months. And now that they have, Shiro is starting to think - maybe he didn't want to be found.

[Sheith] [Keith is galra but looks human]

 Insomnia by GriffinRose They reunite after the Wormhole Incident all in one piece. Mostly. But some scars can't be seen. Keith can't sleep, no matter how hard he tries.

[mostly Keith POV] [being galra is not part of plot…or was it?]

 nothing can breathe in space by idrilka The truth is: what Keith wants or doesn’t want won’t bring Shiro back. The truth is: nothing can breathe in space. (Or: the story of how Keith and Shiro come together, come apart, and come together again.)

[Sheith] [Keith angst] [being galra is not part of plot…or was it?]

 The Heat Was Hot and the Ground Was Dry by justheretobreakthings A glimpse into Keith's year living in a shack in the desert.

[Keith POV] [Keith angst…ish] [has a Spotify list on the last chapter] [can’t remember any pairing]

 Small Heart, Made of Steel by inkfishie The fight with Zarkon, the battle with the Galra fleet, the crash; It came back in small measures. Keith finds himself stranded and alone.

[mostly Keith POV] [Keith angst] [survival stuff] [being galra is not part of plot]

 For Everything a Reason by flyingisland

In Keith's life, the only true absolute was that everyone would always leave in the end.

[Sheith] [very Keith angst] [Keith POV]

 these old bones by achievingelysium

He’s always been fascinated with dinosaurs. Keith isn’t entirely sure why—maybe it’s because their footprints are still here, even after so long. Maybe he’s hearing the echoes of history calling for him. Maybe, just maybe, it’s because he sees himself in those old bones. A Keith character study told in three parts.

[Keith angst…ish] [can’t remember any pairing] [being galra is not part of plot..or was it???]

 The Long Way Back by fio As a gladiator, and now Champion, Shiro has given up hope of ever returning to Earth. But when his captors deliver his 'prize'—an omega, a descendant of both Galran and Altean blood used by the Galra to breed with the strongest aliens they capture—he's offered a chance to escape. There's just one catch: Shiro has to get him pregnant to do it. [Sheith] [it’s 40k words] [smut but I can’t remember in which chapter] [Keith is very galra]

 The Faeries' Midwife by zjofierose the line between dream and nightmare, between asleep and awake, has always been a hazy one for Keith. Voltron makes it all that much worse.

[short] [Keith angst] [can’t remember any pairing]

 Sands and Stars by Neyasochi Keith’s no stranger to shit going sideways, but mistakenly assaulting and robbing a crown prince is definitely the peak misfortune of his considerable criminal career. Suddenly in the custody of the royal guard and slated for a swift and unceremonious execution, he figures his short life is over. Imminently. But then Prince Takashi offers him an alternative.

Part 1 of the Bond and Blade Series

[Sheith] [slow, slow burn] [mostly Keith POV] [Keith is galra but looks human] [It’s medieval!au-ish babe!]

 familiar voices and careful hands by bobtheacorn Keith hesitates, then lifts a hand to pat Hunk's arm. It's awkward returning the comforting gesture, but it seems to help Hunk calm down so Keith is glad that he does it. He keeps reaping the rewards of reaching out to the people he cares about, even if small things are the only ones he can manage right now, and he can't help feeling grateful.

[can’t remember any pairing] [team bonding] [keith angst…ish]

 i never meant (i only wanted) by ADyingFlower It's a lot farther to Arizona from Washington D.C. than he thought it would be. The sun beats down on his scalp and dark clothes as he travels the roads of national highways, occasionally trying to hitchhike when he could. Not often, though. His soles burn into his feet, but he doesn’t dare stop.

[Keith POV] [Keith angst] [being galra is not part of plot…or was it???]

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Well, that’s my fav ones about Keith... I didn’t add any WIPS nor any of Discordiansambas’ cause you know those ones already, but just like you I also like long stories with lots of worldbuilding, angsty stories... I love stories where they explore what being a galra hybrid means to Keith!

[okaybutvoltron]

when you hit the Blade of Marmora episode in your rewatch

[vldkatt]

couldn't get any better

by kitt_katt

“When are you going to be back? Kosmo’s going to start chewing your shoes up and I’m not going to stop her.” Kosmo isn’t one for chewing shoes but she does keep staring at Matt’s side of the bed and then pawing at the covers before huffing when she lays down.

“Probably the day after tomorrow. Olia’s got to go over some of the earlier missions.” Keith hears the announcements of the Olkari shopping mall and wonders how many video games Matt’s going to come back with this time. “I think I’m still, like, legally dead on some planets which isn’t ideal but is pretty cool. I’m like a zombie, or a vampire.”

“On that topic, Allura and Romelle recommended a horror film the other day and they keep bothering me about watching it.”

  “As long as you promise to hold my hand at the scary bits, babes.”

 “Don’t I always?” Keith walks into the changing room and sees Antok ready to go. “I’ve got to go, I’m about to get my ass kicked in the training room.”

“Okay, love you.” Matt makes loud, wet smooching noises through the phone. “Don’t forget to send me pictures if you get all hot and sweaty.”

“I love you, too.”

Words: 2664, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Matt Holt, Antok (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron)

Relationships: Matt Holt/Keith

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Blade of Marmora Leader Keith (Voltron), Rebel Matt Holt, Post-War, Minor Adam/Antok

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UxrvJt0

[halfhappyhooligan]

a voltron au? in 2020? it’s more likely than you think

look. LOOK. i know that voltron is stupid and we hate it but lets be honest: everything up until season 3 was pretty good and had lots of potential !!

today i was rewatching voltron and a thought struck me: what if, instead of shiro being cloned, he was chipped and turned to the side of the galra?

so here it is, i did not blink since i thought of this

(warning, i have not seen voltron in a while and this is just knowledge i have stored in my moss brain and stuff i know from rewatching the first season)

au where shiro goes evil bc of what happens @ end of season one instead of the clone thing bc 1) haggar rly could not have made thousands of shiros after bumping into team voltron like what twice? its hella improbable and 2) just… weird

so instead they insert a chip in him that helps them spy and control him just like kuron (the clone) did minus the unlikely storytelling

eventually after the convo with sendak when he was in the pod trying to temp shirp, he does have thoughts about helping zarkon

(“im already infiltrated with the arm, i could just speed up the process by leaving now. save the team the trouble of investing in a leader that’s doomed to fail from the strart.”)

shiro ends up leaving team voltron in season 2 after zarkon goes crazy w the black lion n stuff

^^ this adds to Keith’s reasoning of joining the Blade of Marmora (shiro is his main stability and one of the main reasons he even stuck around with team voltron, so with shiro gone and keith questioning his place as the leader and paladin of the black lion, he decides the BoM is just.. what’s best for him) 

obviously lance isn’t happy with this (“you just told me that i’m a valuable member, now you don’t think YOU are? what logic is that?”)

ofc keith goes anyways

lance becomes paladin of the black lion

allura takes on the red lion

who has blue lion? ...idk this isn’t that thought out (maybe matt after pidge finds her family) (which will happen earlier in the plot since we can forget about the miniplot of black no longer responding to shiro)

enter lotor only this time he has a sidekick and what omg its shiro wow

shiro has that bigger version of his arm that was once offered to him

he’s stronger and scary, but his eyes aren’t the same, he has the strength of a galra but lacks the passion 

in the fight between lotor and zarkon, (and after, of course lots of self doubt and questioning) shiro comes between them and convinces lotor NOT to kill zarkon

then zarkon kills lotor

everyones like oh shit bc surely someone who’s life was just spared wouldn’t kill the person who seems to have the most power

but he did. bc he’s zarkon. and he’s fckn crazy.

shiro doesn’t go back to team voltron bc its too much too easily

instead he takes the place of lotor in the group of gals 

he convinces them all to rebel against the galra

eventually they teach him all about quintessence and all the shit lotor had planned that they can’t do anymore

(lotor wasn’t harvesting alteans in this universe bc what the heck even was that subplot that had little to no relevance to the main storyline?

instead he was trying to find a way to technologically bring back alteans (kinda like how allure’s dad was originally preserved in s1)

i know nothing about How Stuff Works and i dont remember much about quintessence n shit but the basic idea is that when tying in some of a persons artifacts with technology stuff and some quintessence then boom. a weird route from astral projection land to the team is created and ppl can come back or smth idfk

but lotor was never able to get the comet so shiro decides he and the gals will get that comet and try to bring back as many alteans as they can

^ all this while infiltrating as many galra fleets as possible + saving planets under galra empire

they personally visit every planet that lotor was in charge of and release them from galra control

they are able to bring back an altean (its romelle) and she talks abt her friend who lives on the balmera and they go to the balmera and its revealed that it was shay’s great grandmother so romelle asks where shay is and shay’s family is like with team voltron of course

so

they take her

obviously team voltron, the BoM and the Rebels r very hesitant to make contact but they decide to try it out

keith refuses to meet, instead he’s on the team that stands guard

reunions !! 

romelle and shay hit it off and hunk makes a dinner much like roselle’s past (allura and coran also hang out and they all vibe)

lance talks to shiro abt everything to do with keith and shiro is like dude do u??? like him?

and lance is like what? no ofc not—oh shit.

and keith ✨overhears ✨

pidge matt and shiro catch up n shit

meanwhile keith is like Hey Lance Uhhhhhh What The Fuck

they end up being like hey since we’re all here and we hate zarkon what if we make a plan to end the galra’s reign Right Now

so they do

and y’all.. it’s hella baller plan

except something is going wrong and in the middle of an attack zarkon is able to get the upper hand 

due to haggar’s magic and lance’s mental and emotional instability, zarkon is able to get in his head

everyone is trying to talk him down but they’re all under a lot of pressure

allura is also conflicted bc she wanted to be black lion bc she wanted to rub it in to zarkon’s face that she was stronger than he and that she could beat him at his own game

but the negativity and instability feeds into zarkon’s power and makes him and haggar stronger as they pull in voltron to finally take over the team and regain their status as the most powerful alien race

hunk realizes this and is like okay can y’all stop being negative? its clearly affecting them in a good way and it makes us an easier target

and pidge is like im literally a child pls i don’t wanna die i just got my family back it can’t end like this

shiro realizes what’s going on and he goes to save them

he uses all his energy, pulling in the positive memories (everything: first learning about space, becoming a teacher, meeting adam, meeting keith, first making team voltron, his friends and family--all of it) to push back zarkon and haggar’s powers and battle once more in the astral realm 

in defeating zarkon, shiro loses his life

afterwards keith enters the ship in a hurry and is like where the fuck is shiro where’s my brother what did you do what happened

and team voltron is like hey man.. we are so so sorry

and keith cries because the last thing he ever said to shiro was mean

lance feels like its all his fault since he was supposed to be a good leader

they talk about separately while hunk pidge and allura discuss

krolia is like keith we, ur family, are here for u

and axca is there and shes like um?? hey?? sry for trying to kill u bro

and he’s like i absolutely do not wanna talk i just lost my closest friend

they talk about it later

axca tells keith abt shiro finishing lotor’s work and abt bringing people back and well.. 

they use the methods to help keith visit shiro in the astral realm

shiro is like oh uh hey i was just having a drink w adam we r happy

and keith is like shiro u fuckhead why would u sacrifice urself

shiro sighs bc cmon keith you KNOW why “remember what i always said? we can’t focus on what went wrong..”

“we’ve got to figure out how to make it right” keith finishes

keith breaks tf down crying and screams apologizing

“i love u shiro. ur a like a big brother to me.”

and shiro is like yeah i know and ilyt but hey. everyone’s safe and happy. im safe and happy. & you deserve to be too. you don’t need me anymore.

so the galra rule is over and everyone goes to their respected planets

romelle and the other alteans as well as some galra babes hang in earth

romelle and shay r in an apartment together and have a garden

allura realizes she may not have been the strongest leader for voltron, and  couldn’t stop zarkon on her own but that physical strength doesn’t define her as a whole

her heart is strong enough to care for everyone, so thats what she does

allura starts running an inn for alteans filled with painted sceneries like altea in case anyone ever needs a reminder of home

when lance reunites with his family its a real tearjerker

rachel finally gets her jacket back and veronica is like So.. Axca 👀

the McClain’s host a huge party for everyone and it’s filled with lots of hugs and loud music and even tho lance was way too tired, he danced all night

he wouldn’t trade his family for the world—genetic and chosen

when hunk reunites with his parents they don’t let him out the house for hours, he tells them all about his new best friend shay as well as hundreds of his favorites stories from space

they are so, so proud of him

hunk spends the next days playing minecraft and animal crossing with pidge, giving their brains a rest from being on hyperdrive for 3 yrs straight

when pidge gets home she finally gets grounded by her mom, only being allowed to leave the house to see her old teammates

(same for matt and her dad)

(her mother cries so hard when they opened the door to the home)

the holt family holds movie nights filled with popcorn, cuddles, and tears

keith moves in with the holt family, and finally accepts that he has a home as well as a family

he often goes on trips with the BoM but mostly just stays on earth

after a Team Voltron sleepover in the altea inn keith and lance decide to get an apartment together and live their lives in love and in peace

everyone gets together once a year in celebration of shiro and the sacrifice he made for them

they use the ship to visit Astral Shiro and once they even met adam

everyone laughs and catches up and just... live their lives

everyone is happy

pls ignore any and all errors lmao

again, just a thought !! maybe i’ll write a fic abt it idk for sure but yeah

feel free to add anything <3