#thace ulaz

[chibi-pix]

No. No, you guys definitely didn't teach her how to hack and get into tech. So, I apparently started this one a while back and with the dialogue from Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse. It was amusing to work with, especially for this AU. And the only reason I kept procrastinating was because I wasn't sure what take I should go with for Pidge. Finally figured it out.

Anywho! I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[galraluver]

Thace: *eating a sandwich*

Ulaz: *trying to meditate* Do you mind? I'm trying to become one with the universe

Thace: And I am trying to become one with this pastrami sandwich

[lisamanbit]

Yeah, new sketches. Im Pidge here

[discordiansamba]

There is a child in the waiting room of Kolivan's shop.

It's clear from her torn up clothes and her threadbare duffel bag that she's a runaway. She can't be any older than fifteen. He exchanges a look with Thace, who is manning the counter of their newly opened cover operation. It is a motorcycle repair shop, since all four of them are quite knowledgeable on the subject.

(It also helps pay the bills. Assassin work is only profitable if you aren't picky about it. Kolivan and the Blade of Marmora are.)

He quietly tells Thace to close the shop, and goes to speak to the girl. Her knuckles are torn up, and she's sporting a nasty black eye. He'll find out later that she has dislocated shoulder and a cracked rib. She's very clearly been in a fight with someone larger and stronger than her.

Something tells Kolivan she won anyways.

Her name is Krolia. She can't go back home anymore. She heard about his work- his real work, somehow, though she won't say how.

She wants him to teach her.

Kolivan looks at the fire in her eyes, considering. Her gaze is sharp, determined.

He accepts.

(Years later, there will be another child in the waiting room of his shop, with identical features and an identical gaze. He will teach him too.)

[graphx]

Hiraeth!Keith oneshot (1)

read it all here!

trigger warnings// suicidal ideologies, war, blood, injury etc. (general Blade of Marmora stuff)

“GIVE IT BACK!”

Kolivan effortlessly dodged once again, Keith’s new sword that felt wrong in his hands barely grazing the long braid he wore that hung behind him. He adjusted his grip with a twist of his wrist but Kolivan simply backhanded him away, his strike not even grazing him.

“Emotions are a luxury we can’t afford,” Kolivan warned as he unbalanced Keith with a simple kick to the back of his knees. “You are attached to this blade; it is all you have left of your world. But that planet is gone, nothing but dust and rubble lost to the empty expanse of space. You must accept that if you are to survive here.”

His bones ached and throbbed but he still got to his feet, charging again like it was second nature. Kolivan punched him and he couldn’t tell where, the impact feeling all too similar to the rest of his body which he was sure was becoming a giant bruise.

With every hit he learned to roll with the impact better, getting up faster and faster, not allowing Kolivan a second to breathe. He punched while he deflected Kolivan’s weapon and missed. He kicked before he striked, learning and adapting based on what he saw Kolivan do. Not that it mattered. Keith hadn’t even managed to land one hit.

Keith had been told all his life by his father that he could do anything if he just set his mind to it. His dad had never lied before but Keith was starting to doubt it all the same. He wanted more than anything in the world, no the universe, to beat Kolivan, to get his knife, the only thing he had left, back and he would spill as much blood as he needed to get it back-

He had convinced himself that the reason he was failing was because this knife wasn’t his, it was similar but wrong, it fit into his hand wrong, it set against his belt wrong, it was too heavy and too light and at the same time, and it was all wrong. Kolivan could be beaten, he could escape, he could go back to a home that wasn’t there if he could just win but that was wrong too.

Keith could listen to his dad’s raspy voice again if he could hit harder. He could watch the sky bleed from twilight to dusk again on the porch if he could just move faster. He could feel wind in his hair and the ground rushing past him on his dad’s bike if he could just win.

A daze had taken over him, a delusional obsession deep in his gut that he believed with every fiber of his being that if he just did enough he could go home. He didn’t want to remember the fleets blocking out the sky, his father’s panicked voice, the tremors shaking the ground, the running, the smoke, the fire illuminating the blue glow of two crescents beneath cheeks as blood mixed with ash and his knife gleamed a little duller.

He had run away from it all, taken to a ship he didn’t recognize, pressed against people he didn’t know, drowning on dry land trying to breathe above the crowd towering over him-

And then Kolivan was there, a firm presence at his side that was wrong. It shouldn’t have been claws against his shoulder, it should have been his dad’s calloused hands. It shouldn’t be a pale multicolored face with a scar that ran down the side, it should have been his father’s with a nick above his eyebrow. He wanted to run, to feel sand under his feet, and run away as fast and far as he could because everything was wrong and nothing was going to change that. 

More than anything he was angry. More than that he was exhausted and he couldn’t run from that anymore as he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. It was a tiny rebellion, to show emotion when Kolivan had just told him not to. He glared up at him with all the fury his soul could produce, only for the taller Galran to kneel beside him.

“What do you want, Keith?” Kolivan asked indifferently, observing him with golden eyes.

“...I want my knife… back… it’s not… yours!” Keith heaved, scrambling to his knees.

“If you defeat me your weapon will be returned to you. But you must first learn how to defeat me. Knowledge is greater than power.” Kolivan stated so nonchalantly like it was simple. “You are powerful, you have survived through many endeavors, but you still cannot win. But you still must do what needs to be done.”

Keith’s gaze followed Kolivan’s blade as he dropped it, the sound echoing as soon as it hit the floor. He stared up in disbelief but he only waited. Keith watched the Blade lose its glow, no longer in Kolivan’s grasp. The insignia in the crossguard grew dark as he looked on impassively, waiting for the action Keith would take.

“You should have killed me by now,” Kolivan said calmly, like he knew Keith wouldn’t move. It snapped him from his shock, lunging for the hilt and crossing it with his own to rest barely an inch from Kolivan’s neck. Humiliation burned under his skin that he had to bend over to reach his height, but he still didn’t move, eyes not leaving Keith’s.

“You are granting me mercy. That was your first mistake,” Kolivan’s form blurred right in front of him and he didn’t even get the chance to nick him as Kolivan swept his legs out from under him. His stance mirrored the one Keith had taken not seconds ago, both swords hovering over his neck. Keith glared down at the swords, meeting Kolivan’s stare without flinching. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.

“You are not powerful enough to grant mercy. You must permanently deal with your enemies to ensure they don’t hurt you or anyone else. Power is the ability to choose. The Blade of Marmora doesn’t have that option.” Kolivan lowered his sword. “Neither do you.”

Keith was quiet, no longer meeting his eyes. He only heard Kolivan sheath his own blade before setting down Keith’s own.

“Each blade is unique to every member. It is tied to your life force and bloodline. You should make your own in the forgery. Use the Luxite provided there sparingly, it is hard to gather these days.”

Before exiting Kolivan stopped, turning back to him. “Choose a new name. Your previous title has very obvious origins. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that your species is now very coveted by Alteans and Galrans which are currently the most powerful species in the galaxy. If you are to help the Blade of Marmora avenge your planet you must become one of us. Embrace your new duty to the universe… A purpose is a very important thing here. Don’t lose sight of your own.”

It took Keith a while to realize he had even left. The words and empty warnings floated through the empty space of his mind as he laid, motionless, on the floor. What did he want? What purpose did he even have here? What was even the point of getting off this shiny, cold floor?

Keith could have pondered those questions for the rest of his life. He could give up, right here, and never move again. The others probably wouldn’t even notice, if they even cared enough to. Who could blame him? A kid, alone, literally thrown into an unknown universe. The only planet he had ever known was destroyed before his eyes by a war he couldn’t even hope to understand. What could one helpless kid abandoned by the cosmos itself hope to do?

It was at that moment Keith decided he didn’t need hope. His dad had died helping people, and Keith would die doing the same thing. He wanted to avenge his planet, his dad, his home, his memories, even if he had to give up all of them to do it. Remembering would only tether him to the moment he lost it all. He didn’t have time for that. 

He forced himself to move, to crawl, to spite the world itself. The Blade of Marmora wanted to use him? Keith would use them right back to fuel the supernova of rage building in his chest. He would shed all the blood he needed to, enough to drown the stars themselves. He would destroy, maim, shatter and crush anything that got in his way. He would burn the sun itself even if it would only leave him with ashes.

It was enough. It had to be. It wasn’t like he had anything else.

[lonestarfangirl2014]

Honestly when I listen to the klingon warriors anthem Sung by this guy it gives me galra empire/blade of marmora vibes.

[saltwife]

Chapters: 5/? Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lotor/Thace Characters: Thace, Kolivan, Antok, Lotor, Keith, Ulaz Additional Tags: Reunions, Awkward Conversations, Ex-lovers, Blade of Marmora, Whump, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, All the Blades are Alive Because I Said So, Prisoner of War, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, I honestly haven���t decided if this will get smutty or not, Medical Stuff, Drinking, ANGST Chapter Summary: 

In which Thace and Keith are sent to the Naughty Step; and Thace makes bad choices.

FINALLY. After a years long hiatus, I bring you a new chapter. Chapter 5, Beauty and Pride, is now posted! Pick up where we left off, or start from the beginning by clicking the link in the header.

I promise it will be less than 4 years until the next one! (I have an outline and everything!)

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[angstandhappiness]

CUTE

Give me an AU where Keith is raised by The Dads of Marmora 

[chibi-pix]

Sometimes the best place to sleep is next to your giant alien papa. Ulaz probably loves nights where his baby girl just wants to rest with him. Pidge feels safe and warm next to him.

Okay, so, apparently this has been a WIP since August of 2022. Which makes sense at to some details were missing, like the line for Ulaz's knuckles and the line under the mouths for lips. It was the previous style where my lines were a 4.0 pen for lining, not a 2.3 that I use now. But, I'm glad I dug this out and finished it. They look so lovely and content.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one. Commissions are available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[galraluver]

I've finally completed the main BoM members as dango, including Keith 🥰😊💜

[icoldcappuccino]

Llegué a la conclusión de que amo a Antok y a Kolivan y que necesito verlos siendo lindos y familiares, los adoro y la gente de Ao3 me ha alimentando con un montón de headcanons de ellos, y como no pienso matarme con el canon, acá La espada de Marmora vive (Ulaz, Thace, Antok, Regris) y Antok y Kolivan tienen un hijo que se llama Mako

Antok es un gigante que piensa que su hijo es muy pequeño, Kolivan intenta que entienda que Antok solo es muy grande en comparación

Lo tuvieron casi al final de la guerra así que nació sano y en época de paz(??)

Keith es un tío orgulloso y Lance conciente al niño cuando lo ve, y deja que juegue con sus propios hijos cuando no están ocupados en el espacio

(tengo más de estos, pero este es mi fav, eventualmente dibujare a Allura y a Romelle lo prometo)

[angstandhappiness]

Neat

FULL VIEW FOR FULL IMPACT.

now that I’ve powered through s2 heres the au you can pry out of my cold dead hands. Keith has been a part of the blade of marmora his whole life until shiro shows up to broker an alliance for the red paladiiiiiin hahahaaaaaaaa

[keithkog]

I would like to honor some Blade of Marmora members I knew personally who gave up their lives for a moment. Though every single life that was given in the name of freedom was important, Blade of Marmora members usually die without acknowledgment, especially from those who knew them.

So thank you, Thace. Thank you, Ulaz. Thank you, Antok. Thank you, Regris.

I hope to see a memorial for fallen BOM members soon.

-Keith

[spaceshipcrowsnest]

VLD Character Analysis: Ulaz

Starting a brand new blog because I'm rewatching Voltron and I have FEELINGS.

[CW: mentions of character suicide, spoilers ahead.]

Let's start with Ulaz. I've been rewatching in order and I was fine with keeping my thoughts to myself, but then I rewatched S2:E3, and I just Could Not keep this bottled up to talk with either people that were out of the fandom in forever, or people who don't know the fandom at all, so.

Ulaz. Oh, quiznark, Ulaz.

So. Ulaz is the character who freed Shiro from the Galra ship where he was prisoner, just before Shiro returned to Earth. He is the first Blade of Marmora character that the Paladins interact with (Thace being the first one we see but have no context for), and he is introduced and killed off within a very short time frame. So there's not much.

And yet, there is So Much about him.

Now, I don't remember for sure (and I'm not QUITE there yet), but I seem to recall that when the Paladins DO make contact with Kolivan and the rest of the Blades of Marmora, they mention Ulaz was 'a fool' (if you trust my memory from 7-or-8 years ago) or some other slight, considering he gave the Paladins access to a Very Secret, Very Discreet Spy Network within the Galra empire. And it makes sense; they would not have wanted Voltron to make contact on their own terms, over the Blades choosing to contact them.

Which is basically my entire point about him; Ulaz is a character made of hope.

And that is SO striking to me! Here is this fighter, this spy, this person with little to no facial expressions, for the few minutes he is on screen. And he is so undeniably filled with hope.

It's shown in him freeing Shiro (whom, I am not entirely convinced the rest of the Blades agreed to), and giving him the coordinates to, again, an incredibly secret communication base! They even wrap space-time around it to keep it hidden! And there was a risk! If Shiro had been captured, if the Druids, Haggard or Zarkon got their hands on that intel, the station was doomed! But he still gave the coordinates to Shiro.

Also, Ulaz is implied to be the only one on the station. Whether as a punishment for stepping out of line or simply as a precaution is not said, but the station had to have been manned by someone else before Ulaz got there after freeing Shiro. Possibly, the rest of the Blades left in case the station was doomed. In case they were found-- leave Ulaz to pick up after himself in a way.

And Ulaz still stayed. Alone. Quietly waiting for the time where the intel he gave over in good faith was either his downfall-- or an opportunity for a better tomorrow.

When the castle appears, again, Ulaz could have assumed the worst. Possibly, he could have recognized it as Altean in design, but it seems more likely that he did not recognize the ship, seeing as Alteans canonically have been eradicated over 10 000 years ago.

He could have reacted with paranoia. He could have destroyed the entire base on the off-chance that this was not the human he had given the coordinates to. He could have been wary.

And yet, he does not harm the Paladins. Very distinctly, they are the ones who attacked first, seeing him as an intruder, and Ulaz, for all of his fighting, barely harmed them. Even if he did not know them. Even if he did not recognize them.

And then-- and then! When he sees Shiro again, when he knows who they are without a doubt, Ulaz gives them even more information. Freely. Openly.

He mentions the Blades of Marmora. He mentions intel he has on his base about Galran prisoners. He talks about the ceremonial blade he carries when asked about it. He offers, openly, anything he could grant them from where they are. And then the robeast finds them and Ulaz assumes they are being tracked instead of thinking any ill of them.

And then he gives them his life, when they can't figure out how to defeat the robeast on their own, offering everything he can, because he trusts them, he believes in them, he hopes in them.

I just have so many feels about this one-episode character, seriously Q__Q

[discordiansamba]

There's a kid in the waiting room of Kolivan's shop.

They can't be any older than fifteen. Not old enough to drive, so definitely not old enough to own a motorcycle. He looks like he doesn't know why he's here either. Judging from the way he's dressed and the ratty backpack he's carrying, it's easy enough to peg him as a runaway.

When he looks up, it's suddenly twenty years ago.

He looks exactly like Krolia.

Thace sees it too. Kolivan quietly tells him to close the shop for the day, and goes to talk to the kid. He looks up at him with clear suspicion, before looking back down at the photo in his hand. Kolivan can see his name and the address of his shop written on the back of it in Krolia's hand. The picture is of Krolia herself and an unknown man, possibly the boy's father.

Krolia disappeared twenty years ago. She went out on a job and never returned.

The kid's name is Keith Kogane. He's searching for his mother too. He even has her knife, one that Kolivan crafted himself. He'd know it anywhere. His father died years ago, and he'd been drifting through the foster system for years until he ran away. He found the photo in his old home, and decided to take a chance and come here.

Kolivan takes him to the back. What he's about to tell him, no other ears need to hear.

Keith listens intently. His sharp gaze is all Krolia. He barely blinks when he's told his mother was an assassin. Instead, he asks Kolivan to train him. He wants to find his mother, and he seems to recognize that he can't do that by himself.

Kolivan wants to find Krolia too.

He agrees to train the boy.

Keith's father died when he was eight.

It became quickly apparent that none of his father's extended family wanted anything to do with him. Nobody ever said it to his face, but he definitely heard the whispers- he'd always had sharp ears.

They said he wasn't his father's son.

That had to be a lie, Keith knew. His dad loved him. Even when he got into a fight with another kid at school, he'd always just calmly listen to him. He got mad at him sometimes- like when he touched his mom's knife without permission, but that was just because he was worried he'd hurt himself. He could talk to him about anything, and at least with his dad, he wasn't the weird kid who kept breaking things.

Then his dad was gone, and that was all anyone ever believed about him. That he was weird- temperamental and aggressive, too prone to violence, like his fight or flight response was just a fight response. He was the discipline case. The problem child. No one expected him to be anything else, so he didn't try to be.

He met Takashi Shirogane at ten.

He was like him- a foster kid. But unlike Keith, people wanted Shiro. He felt like everything Keith wasn't- good natured and easy to get along with, bright with a promising future. They ended up in the same foster home together, and the difference between the two couldn't be clearer.

But for whatever reason, Shiro didn't see Keith the way everyone else saw him. He saw him more like his father had. He paid attention to him, often standing up for him- when he talked, Shiro would listen. He didn't care for his foster parents much, but Shiro... Shiro felt like a brother, almost.

But nothing good lasted forever. Shiro aged out of the system and went off to college, studying to be a pilot. Keith was left behind. He stuck it out for another few years, until he turned fifteen and just left. He found his way back to his old home, still standing out in the desert. He hung around there for a few weeks, before stumbling across something unexpected-

-a photograph of his mother.

He knew it had to be. She looked almost exactly like him. On the back of the photo there was a name and an address, written in unfamiliar hand. It was the first lead he'd had on her in years.

So what else could he do but go check it out?