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Hiraeth!Keith oneshot (1)

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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.

[the-feral-gremlin]

Thace being both Keith’s uncle and mentor is objectively funny because imagine you leave your team for a secret space cat rebellion and suddenly this 6ft tall should-be-dead guy is now your commander/teacher and switches between being an authority figure to acting like some sort of fun uncle that lives in your grandparents garage.

[xochitai]

Another piece I made for the Galra Zine: baby Thace :)

[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!

[saltwife]

something something Thace Thursday

[dragonfoxstardesigns]

💜 2024 Summary of Art!

This year has been probably the most art I've drawn all year round including July where I did 21 fully colored illustrations for Art Fight!

[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

[chef-alta]

I don't have access to netflix anymore atm, but I still somehow found myself hyperfixating on VLD content even though I haven't been active in the fandom in like...5-6 years xD Specifically Galra-related content, especially the Blade of Marmora, since I was obsessed with those mfs when the show was still running

And then I somehow got myself obsessed with rarepairs that haven't had active fandoms/new content in the last two years, cuz I torture myself :')))

[themagicmerci]

Did I post these twos here, already? No…good.

Yet another item of my AU for these two,

[thetinyshilohart]

CHANTING crackship crackship crackship!!!!

Full version elsewhere c:

[lonestarfangirl2014]

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

[xochitai]

anything with the blade of marmora crew! the way you draw them is incredible and my favorite art of them! (especially Thace!)

Hello anon! I couldn't decide which one to draw so I let myself work on whatever came to mind throughout the day and this is the result. I'm glad there are folks who are still here for my VLD art :)

I am putting the captions here so that I do not take up too much space with my yapping. In the order I drew them:

Krolia - I just like to make her fluffy :) Human!Thace - I saw someone's human edit when I was looking at reference pics, so I wanted to try. He reminded me of Wolverine when I was working on the lines, so I color picked from Hugh Jackman Baby Kolivan - Kitten :3 Mostly an excuse to practice drawing baby Fancy Thace - ...You're not new here. You knew it would happen eventually. No man can escape cute outfit

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

[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!

[saltwife]

I miss having people to gush over galra with :< any other galrafuckers out there?

[dragonfoxstardesigns]

'Lifeblood of the Empire' - Galra Emotes!

Featuring Voltron Legendary Defender Galra canon characters:

Haxus (rage)

Sendak (grin)

Sniv (smirk)

Thace w/ knife

You can download the emotes along with free wallpapers and the full galra fanzine via the link HERE!!