#mr. kogane

[freckled-moss]

Smitten

[simplyofthestars]

Rare sighting when artist posts w.i.p version instead cause he hated the final product and should've just left it a sketch

he's not gonna forget this bonding moment

Voltron fandom, take this as an offering of what my (somewhat) abilities are and that you can put full trust in me as of what i said last post

[keithskogane]

klance mean girls au where lance is regina and keith is janis. you agree. reblog

[mxmasters]

Every year, as the leaves burn orange and the days grow short, there comes a time when spirits roam. Distinctions between real and imaginary become hazy, and beings rise from their slumber with newfound power to act.

Halloween is almost upon us. You know what that means... it's movie night! In this installment, Wren Masterson and company are forced to deal with an uninvited guest. It's Gamers Against Weed versus "Mr. Slasher Villain"... one night only, on Archer Row!

Read more of The Eternal MxTape on the SCP Wiki!

[iquirms]

Keith's got a teddy. He's had it since he was eleven. He found it on the side of the road, and despite Shiro's protests, took it home with him. He fixed it up, patched it where there were holes and gave it at least three washes in soft detergant. Shiro wasn't impressed with it in the beginning but he liked it in the end. It was a hippo. Keith called it Mr. Hippo. He took it with him everywhere.

He got made fun of for it in the Garrison, his roommate saw it and told his friends, but Keith didn't care. Mr Hippo was his friend and he was going everywhere with him, no matter what. At sixteen years old, he still slept with the teddy and was unashamed of it. He couldn't sleep without it.

At seventeen years old, Keith flew away in a magical space lion and they had zero expectations of going back. Mr. Hippo was still in the shack. It was the main reason why he couldn't sleep on the castle, despite what Lance wanted to believe, and the main reason why he went to the training room and then passed out. If he couldn't sleep without it, then he could pass out without it.

Throughout the whole ordeal with Voltron, Keith didn't miss things on earth. He was exactly where he wanted to be, a pilot and in space and he had Shiro back. Everything was exactly where he wanted to be, where he was supposed to be. Keith wasn't made for life on Earth, he was made for the stars and now that he was here, he would never leave. But he did think about Mr. Hippo. He even thought about asking Lance to knit him a plushie to look like the hippo but he shut that down immediatly, unwilling to talk about his secret teddy that would no doubt be used to humanise him.

Shiro most likely wouldn't make fun of him for it, he probably would have smiled a little bitterly and reminisce on the life they used to have.

When Keith got back to earth, he visited the shack where he stayed for a year. Everything was the exact same as how he left it, conspiracy board up and string tied to it. Shiro's clothes that he arrived in lays on the ground in the makeshift bedroom, forgotten and deserving that position. He didn't dare to open the fridge, afraid of whatever would have formed in his oat milk. On Keith's bed, however, is something he could never forget.

Mr. Hippo.

A little dusty, but otherwise the same. Keith smiled softly and reached out to hold it gently, feeling something in him settle when he felt the familiar change of fabric on the back where he patched it with some pink curtains Shiro was throwing out. His stitching was bad then, and it had to be replaced many times over the years, but Mr. Hippo stayed the same. He stayed the same plushie Keith found on the side of the road, abandoned and left to rot in the dirt.

Keith brought him back to the Atlas where they were staying and Shiro did smile when he saw it. Lance didn't make fun of him for it when he brought it into the bed later on, and Keith slept better than he ever did.

[chuuyaandreaderkilldazai]

ZARKON IS KEITH’S MOM!!?!?!!!!?!

[stormyboi7]

OC_tober, Days 11-14: Rogues Gallery (featuring Ronyn, Mr. X, the Lobster, and Wackjob)

aka, “i haven’t been doing this daily, so now i’m cramming them all into one drawing”

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

@flipflapyoutwat

No I didn’t draw V*ltron fanart in 2022 You’re not seeing this

[iloveboysinred]

Life with Keith after the war [Domestic fluff hcs]

pg.13 fluff| Keith Kogane x gn reader

cw; fluff, domestic life, mentions of war

masterlist

-Okay so after the war against the Galra was won, you and Keith moved back to his house in the desert, opting to live a quiet life in isolation.

-it was peaceful and a stark contrast to the almost constant chaos of whirling around in space.

-you and Keith made some renovations to the home, fixing broken windows, re-storing the paint on the walls, and getting working appliances like a new fridge, a microwave and a bunch of new cups and plates.

-Mornings with him were your favorite, you always woke up before him, turning on some music and cooking breakfast for yourselves, watching the sun finish rising.

-he didn't wake up too long after you, your lack of warmth in bed basically forcing him to get up and look for you.

-He would find you in the kitchen, a cute apron that was much too long for you covering you from the mess of pancake batter all over the counter.

-"Morning Keith" "mmh morning baby. What's cooking?"

-he would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his sleep laden eyes still not adjusted to the bright morning light shinning through the windows. He made a mental note to get curtains.

-He would hold onto your hips and sway side to side, following the beat of the music playing.

-you guys regularly visited Shiro, almost always taking home Tupperwares of food his husband would cook, never returning them back because Keith kept forgetting them.

-you guys had built a dog house outside for Kosmo, but he would just teleport right back inside, suddenly laying over you and Keith on the bed, wagging his tail like a puppy.

-You guys spent most of the day indoors, watching movies, talking about the future, loving on each other and trying to make up for all the times you couldn't be like this in space.

-Keith had become such a cuddle bug it was ridiculous, his hands were always wrapped around your waist, and he always had to be touching you, sub-consciously or on purpose.

-When you guys would sitting down at the dinning table, his hand would interlink with yours or rest on your thigh.

-you never went to bed before chit chatting about your day, exchanging I love yous and snuggling up under the covers.

-on the nights that you did stay up together, you and him would sit outside and stargaze, or stay in and watch scary movies with all types of sugary junk food, as if you guys were still teenagers.

-you regularly de-tangled and kept up with Keith's hair, it was so healthy and shiny.

-whenever Krolia visited you would all catch up, her sharing with you her earliest memories of baby Keith.

-he would blush and cross his arms, growing more and more embarrassed at every story. Your giggling not making it any better.

-after about a year and a half, Keith asked you to marry him. Much to Krolia's delight.

-you decided to have a small wedding, Keith not being the big flashy party type of man.

-You invited all the former paladins, as well as Ulaz and Krolia, everyone making sure to show up and celebrate your special day.

-you were over the moon once your vows were said and you were officially married, yanking Keith onto you and pressing a kiss to his lips, everyone cheering behind you and clapping.

-after the wedding, you guys laid in bed, just admiring each other, loving kisses exchanged between the both of you.

-from then on Keith just called you by your shared last name most of the time.

-"good morning, Mr/s Kogane"

-made it a point to let everyone know you were his spouse.

-he was such a sap, having multiple framed pictures of your wedding all over the house.

-Eventually the conversation of children came up, deciding when the time came you would adopt, wanting to give a child a family, just as Shiro did to Keith.

-Keith splurged as much as he could for the new addition to the family, buying clothes, food, toiletries, everything.

-he filled what used to be his room in the house with kid stuff.

-Shiro would frequently come over during this time, brining handbooks on parenting, offering useful advice on how to make the child feel at home and comfortable.

-When your new son came home you and Keith were over the moon, low-key freaking the little boy out with your enthusiasm.

-got a regular dog for him, scared Kosmo would teleport him to god knows where.

-it took a while, but he ended up warning up to you and Keith, you guys were a proper family.

-you and Keith grew old and grey.

-you would still hold hands on the porch, sitting side by side as the days would go by, but your love never ceased.

[jenni41arts]

I have been drawing lots of pretty anime boys lately, and felt like drawing the first pretty anime boy to steal my heart, Mr. Keith Kogane.

I could draw Keith over and over and over again.

[pintvhorror]

Some sketches of Mr. Kogan Mendez, PINTV Horror Webcomic

[linkemon]

It's gonna be alright (Keith Kogane x Reader)

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here. Consider supporting me on Ko-fi. You can also check out my commissions if you’re interested.

Other oneshots can be found here.

ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ. ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴀʏꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ.

It was the final stretch.

I snuck out again. Doing it in the evening would mean that someone would probably catch me but at night it's much easier. If the rest of the team saw me now, I'd probably get scolded but I couldn't help myself. Hunk finally baked some edible cookies!

I grabbed a plate from the nearest shelf and helped myself to a generous amount, then rearranged the cookies that had fallen out of formation back into a pyramid. This way, no one noticed when one or two floors disappeared.

As a medical student, or rather a former student, because on Earth I've probably already been kicked out of school, I always tell my team to eat healthily. I am quite aware of the effects of overeating at night and too many sweets but everyone has smaller or larger deviations. Mine gradually started to increase after Hunk got a new recipe for blueberry cookies.

When we tasted them for the first time, I was skeptical because of their blue color. We chose Coran as the tester because no one else wanted to poison themselves. However, it turned out that we had avoided failure. They tasted like cocoa.

Since then, Hunk has been baking them almost all the time and I've been stealing them on the sly. It quickly turned out that paladins had a habit of getting up often in the middle of the night. At first I ate in the living room and almost got caught when Pidge walked by. However, I managed to find a solution. My place for a snack was the rather narrow roof, which was accessed through a window on the top floor of the castle. Perhaps someone would be able to spot me during the day but at night it was virtually impossible.

I headed there too, thinking only that in a moment I would inhale that cocoa scent again. I crossed the hall, opened the window, and then placed the plate on the tiny windowsill. I had both legs out and was just about to start eating when it turned out I wasn't alone.

Keith was now sitting in my usual seat with wide eyes. He looked ready to jump but visibly relaxed when he saw it was just me.

Well, great.

So I did the only right thing that could be done in such a situation.

— Cookie?

— Excuse me? — He asked.

— I asked if you wanted a cookie. — I sat down and offered him a plate. — Just don't betray to others because I won't have a life.

He ate it, then reached for another one.

We never got along very well, partly because we didn't know each other before I joined the team. It's true that I didn't argue with him like Lance but he had such a heavy personality that I preferred spending time with Hunk or Allura. He always seemed quite cold to me but I admired his skills and courage because he certainly had plenty of that.

The silence was quite uncomfortable, so I decided to break it.

— Nice sky.

No response from Mr. Silent.

It was beautiful. A shade of navy blue completely different than the one on Earth. Constellations unlike any I've seen. Everything was different here. The thought always brought a momentary feeling of nostalgia and longing for my family but I was used to it by now. It hasn't wanted to leave me since I got here.

— Sooo... you came to think? — I said with my mouth full.

— You could say that — he muttered.

What an elaborate statement.

— I came to eat without anyone noticing. I glanced at him. — But it didn't work out as you can see. — What are you thinking about?

I didn't receive any response.

Keith started to stand up but I grabbed his sleeve.

— It's a bit inelegant of you to leave me in the middle of a conversation now.

If this could even be called a conversation...

— Something will attack me here at night when it smells food if I stay alone. — I stuffed the cookie into myself with my free hand. — If you want, we can sit in silence — I added.

I saw his hesitation but he finally sat back down after the last sentence.

I wanted to keep my word, I really wanted to. The problem, however, was the talkativeness. Everyone around me knew perfectly well that I was loud and ubiquitous. I also had trouble keeping my mouth shut. Keith and I were basically opposites, which was one of the reasons we had limited contact.

In short, I could be irritating. No wonder I couldn't last more than a few minutes.

— If you don't want to say what you're thinking, don't say it — I started. — But if you change your mind, you know  — I stabbed him in the arm — you can vent.

— Do I look like someone who wants to talk?

No, you look like an irritated bastard.

— No but you look like someone who needs it. You know, as a pseudo-doctor on this team, I also have to take care of your mental health. I think it's just as important as physical one.

His expression softened slightly. He was clearly wondering whether he should share with me what was on his mind.

The silence grew.

This is how my career as a psychologist dies prematurely.

I actually could have given up but I felt like I wanted to help. Kind of like when I was quite little and put plasters on literally all the kids in my neighbourhood who had bad knees. This feeling turned into a passion — the desire to professionally care for others. I didn't have the opportunity to graduate because I was in the middle of another galaxy but I did my best. I tried to use everything I had at hand to help those who were saving planets and races that we had never known about before.

— It's about my leadership — he began, so quietly that I could barely hear him. — I feel bad about it. Everyone is counting on me, they want me to give them orders but I have the impression that whatever I do, wherever I step, will be wrong. I'm not even sure how to get along with you. After I came back to the team, everyone looks at me differently. I'm not like Shiro. My only hope is to find him and bring him back but I don't even know where to start looking for him.

I'm out of cookies.

— It's obvious — I felt his eyes on me — that you're not Shiro. I'm sure we'll find him but it will take some time. You shouldn't try to replace him because each of you is different — I started. — It'll take you a while to get used to your new role but you're on the right track. Maybe try spending some time with the team? We haven't known each other for very long but I'm not blind. Some people really miss you, Keith. Don't run away from them, try to talk to them, eat some cookies and everything will be fine. — I stood up, took my plate and headed to the window.

It's gonna be alright — the cliché I may have tried to say to myself a lot too but what choice did I have? What else could I tell him?

— [Reader]?

— Hmmm? — I stuck my head out.

— Thank you.

— No problem but it was Hunk who baked them — I said, smiling to myself and then started walking down the dark corridor.

Keith will make a good leader but I might still make a good doctor when I get back to Earth. I should just cut down on the cookies...

[sheep-kiwi-collector]

About that sunset scene

It still feels surreal that it exists amidst the entire reason why this scene was even happening like..

you'd think Lance would seek out Hunk for advice because his bestie more or less has an ADORABLE, HEALTHY thing going on with Shay so if anything, Hunk's insight would be hella helpful..

..and you can argue that Lance did find Hunk first and ask his opinion on whatever. that should be enough right? RIGHT? Hunk would know what to tell Lance, theyve been friends for a long time. I would rarely look for a second opinion if I trust my bestie that much.

AND YET. my boy went out of his way wearing sausages around his neck to look for THIS GUY-

...no matter how long it took to find him (and the fact that he had inklings on where to look and ended up here ok then) to ask for advice. Keith used to be (or kinda still) emotionally constipated so he wouldn't be on S1 Lance's list on who to ask if he's struggling with conflicting emotions about a date.

Keith even called him "annoying, stupid, (earth version of you <3).." and we know Lance hates being called stupid; but he's close enough with Keith now to know this one was said without offense, the same way you call your besties dumb af. Lance even chuckles at it.

also.. i mean.. guys.. i dont look at my besties like this after laying down all their amazing qualities and i love them A LOT but... LOOK AT THEM.

Cant believe this whole thing was less than a minute and things STILL ended up how they were.. like how the heckie *IMPLODES*

If i had a moment like this while having doubts about the person I'm about to go out with, I'd probably still meet with the 3rd party, but I'd be considering A LOT of things afterwards........

.......like if it's wrong to wanna give my bestie a lil smooch or something IDK -toots potential bisexual horn-

anyways that is all thanks for coming to my Talk.

Special thanks to Mr Keith "you deserve to be loved as much as the love you give" Kogane for crushing so intensely it's hard to WATCH.

EDIT: OKAY SO I NEVER REALLY WATCHED S8 bec why would i bother BUT THEY HAD THE SUNSET SCENE LITERALLY BEFORE THE DATE THING? AINT NO WAY

[wh00psramblings]

fuck you, galra Keith gets a tail no questions

I don't wanna hear "bUt hIs muM dOes-" SHUT

this mother fucker has a tail and it betrays him at every turn

can't hide shit Mr stone-cold kogane bc that tail is the tail of a puppy who's just been asked if he wants a treat because someone asked you about the book you were reading

[vee-is-a-clown]

Okay hear me out about this Klance au:

Prison pen pals

Keith is in juvenile detention and there, Keith is signed up for this stupid pen pal program with a local highschool.

Lance is a local highschooler and has to write to whatever prisoner he's been assigned to for a class as extra credit because he's failing the fuck out of social studies and Mrs. Honey is a bitch.

The assignment entails keeping a correspondence with the prisoner long enough to at least have exchanged 3 letters and be able to tell the teacher something your pen pal said in the letters (their experience in juvenile detention or something). This is why his other classmates asked questions like "What's it like in prison?" and "Do you have any friends?" You know, easy questions that they could have their pen pals answer and basically be done.

Lance chose to be extra and ask stupid stuff like, "What happens when you drop the soap?" and "Did you kill someone?" in addition to the normal questions.

Keith answered really vaguely and sassily which annoyed Lance. He ended up getting intrigued by the mystery of who Keith Kogane is and ends up continuously sending him letters.

[uchicagomagazine]

On the night of October 8, 1871, Chicago faced the devastating Great Fire, just a day after George Francis Train’s ominous warning of a “terrible calamity.”

In his insightful article for the Nov.-Dec. 1971 issue of the University of Chicago Magazine, Herman Kogan, AB’36, delves into the events leading up to the fire and the mysteries surrounding its origins, including the famous tale of Mrs. O’Leary’s cow.

This piece, adapted from a speech during Chicago’s Fire Centennial Week, highlights Kogan's deep connection to the city as a longtime newspaperman and current editor of the Chicago Sun-Times Showcase magazine. He’s also the coauthor of The Great Fire: Chicago 1871.

Read the full November/December 1971 issue.