#vld keiths mom

[mushed-kid]

vld as textposts etc. 34

(i could’ve posted these a while ago but i thought i might make three more to have like a full post but i didnt manage that sorry, i wish i could post as often but making them just doesnt hit the same anymore😔 the children yearn for the vld textposts)

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[deckoftrickcards]

made a lil thing on my sisters ipad

[pygmalimoon]

old pic but never post here. ❤️💖🌸🗡️

to confirmed that I’m comeback to my kallura era.

Art by Jiaozi

[keithkog]

Okay this universe does not want me to be happy because I just got told over communications with the Garrison that my mom is sick.

So now me and Lance are ending our honeymoon early because I’m going to be too worried anyways. She’ll probably be fine but an irrational part of me thinks ‘what is she isn’t.’

-Keith

[torveiglyart]

Continuation of the BlackPaladin! Lance AU. Keith is in for quite the surprise…

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

part two

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“Ugh,” Keith says.

“Ugh,” Lance agrees.

Keith looks up slowly from where he was glowering at his plate of appetizers, staring at Lance for several minutes with eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What the fresh fuck are you talking about.”

Lance wrinkles his nose at him. “What?”

“You love these things,” Keith says, like the Blue Paladin is a particularly slow toddler. “You’re usually – prancing around, making a fool of yourself in front of pretty people. Every time one of these dumbass celebration missions ends you complain. The fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?”

“I mean ugh,” Lance repeats, emphasizing the word. “Sometimes I simply do not feel the party vibe, Keith. You ever think about that? No. Because you never think about anything. Because the only thing in your skull is a hamster wheel covered in cobwebs. So there.”

Keith lets that hang between them for a moment.

“You’re just mad you got called ugly earlier, huh.”

“It was so rude!” Lance explodes, obviously waiting for Keith to bring it up. “Like, who says that? What kind of trained diplomat refers to a random stranger as ‘the homely one’? Why the fuck would you say that? And it’s not even true! I’m a legit snack! I have been propositioned, you know! More than once! It’s actually quite frequent!” He throws his hand up, noise of frustration coming from deep in his throat. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no actual sentences come out, just different variations of ‘ugh!’ and ‘how dare!’ and ‘the nerve!’.

Because he is a stellar person, Keith does not laugh, instead biting his tongue as hard as he physically can without biting it clean off. Everytime Lance’s sputtering dies off only to kick back up when he thinks of his transgression again it gets harder.

Contrary to what everyone seems to think, Keith likes Lance. They’re friends. They hang out, they talk shit about other people, they do friend things. That’s why they’re both sitting here, at the edge of some grandiose ballroom on a planet whose name Keith has forgotten because they’ve only been here one day, leaning against each other and picking food off the same plate. (Well, Keith’s plate. He’s being gracious and letting Lance have some because Lance has taken enough massive Ls today, and Hunk is busy, so if Lance gets hangry Keith can’t just pass him off on somebody, so. Better to keep him fed, or whatever.)

“We should go – do something,” Lance mutters, picking apart what appears to be a cookie. Maybe. Alien shit is weird. “Make faces behind Shiro’s back. Convince Coran to get wine drunk.”

“We did that already,” Keith dismisses. “Last time, remember? We can’t do it too many times or we’re gonna have to be supervised again. We just managed to convince Shiro to ease up on the trackers.”

Lance sinks further into his chair. “Ugh,” he says again, with true feeling.

Keith begins to feel bad. Lance doesn’t look genuinely upset, he doesn’t think – he knows what a genuinely upset Lance looks like and it’s fucking heartbreaking; it’s the kind of shit that could stop wars – but Keith is a little bit worried that he is bothered, in some way. It can’t feel good to get called ugly in front of everybody. It was funny. And Keith laughed a little. But, still.

Keith nudges their shoulders together. “You wanna go dance?”

Lance freezes. He turns his head slowly to face Keith, like if he moves too fast Keith is going to change his mind. His brown doe eyes are wide and hopeful and over the top, honestly. God. No one asked for that.

“Really?”

“No. I’m taking back my offer. You’re being weird about it.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No takebacksies! We’re dancing!” Lance whoops, shoving back his chair and scrambling to his feet. He wraps his fingers tightly around Keith’s wrist, grinning so wide his face is about to split.

“You are holding me hostage,” Keith complains, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gets up at Lance’s urging, popping the last of the weirdo alien cookie in his mouth and wiping his hand on his suit pants. “Let’s go, Homely One.”

If looks could kill, Keith’s intestines would be painting the floor. The look Lance gives him is lethal. It’s made worse when Keith laughs, because that was funny as hell and he refuses to pretend otherwise. He pulls Lance away, though, before he can reach for the butterknife that’s closeby and stab Keith in the eye, clasping their hands together and weaving them through the crowd of dancers and partygoers. Pretty soon the excitement catches up to Lance, because after a minute he’s the one dragging them around, having apparently picked a perfect spot on the ornate marble dancefloor for them to situate themselves. It is, of course, right smack in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, right under the massive and delicate crystal chandelier that Keith and Hunk spent forty minutes mocking when they first got here.

“You’re extra as all fuck,” Keith informs him, dutifully putting his hand on Lance’s waist as instructed.

“I will have my Sam Montgomery moment or so help me God,” Lance responds. Keith notices he’s closer than he needs to be and immediately orders himself to un-notice that. He can see flecks of amber in Lance’s dark eyes. It’s so actually horrible. He focuses on Lance’s nose, instead, hoping for reprieve, but of course there is where all his freckles are. An attempt to focus on Lance’s mouth is a disaster waiting to happen, so he looks deliberately at Lance’s bigass forehead to distract himself. It kind of works.

The forehead that he is so intensely focused on wrinkles, and Keith says, “What,” and Lance says, “Aw, Keith, gross,” and then before Keith can stop anything Lance is untangling their hands, licking his thumb, and wiping something at the corner of his mouth.

Keith freezes.

He processes.

He gags.

All in that order.

“Lance!” he cries, swiping his own hands at his mouth. “Gross!”

“What’s gross is you walking around with crusty icing on the corner of your mouth, heathen,” Lance says, eyebrow arched and chin tilted defiantly.

Keith makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His face matches his armour. He prays that the universe crack open the ground to swallow him whole. He can’t – gah. No one has done that to him since Shiro’s mother would come to visit and take them to get ice cream. When he was eleven.

“Are you a ninety year old grandmother,” he hisses, swiping the corner of his mouth one last time. He thinks his face may actually be glowing.

“Are you a two year old who can’t keep his food in his mouth?” Lance counters. He looks entirely unbothered and Keith wants to strangle him. Who does that. Who, honestly.

“That is not how I wanted your spit near my mouth,” Keith mutters, and immediately wants to open his bayard between his eyes.

Lance stops. A twirling trio of people bumps into him. He does not move. Slowly, his face begins to burn, starting from the sharp jut of his cheekbones and quickly spreading everywhere else. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then narrows his eyes in determination and opens it again.

“Nope,” Keith says before he can say anything. There is no recovery from this. There is only tactical retreat. “I have to – I left my excuse on the castle. I’m gonna go grab it.”

As quickly as he can manage he lets go of Lance’s hand and his waist, gracefully ducking around a dancing couple and high-tailing the hell out of the room. He averts his eyes when he walks by Shiro, praying he doesn’t get stopped, and walks straight out the door. Lance’s calls of his name quickly become faint as he sprints down the hallway.

He can’t believe — God, he said that. Out loud. To Lance’s face. After Lance fucking — licked his thumb and wiped Keith’s face. Like the fussy mother he is.

And Keith is still attracted to him.

He stops in the middle of the hallway, head cradled in his hands, skin hot to the touch.

Fuck, he has a complex.

[blanceyblance]

Lance ended up being the closest thing the paladins had to a Team/Space Mom since he was usually being the one giving pep talks to the leader figures or being approached by them to talk. He was also usually very protective of other members of the team and took more of a caretaker role in later seasons. In this essay I will

[klspacecadet]

DAYUM IM FAMOUS

[x-soapbox-x]

Craigslist missed connections moment. Happy Mardi Gras!!!!

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

keiths parents are so unfairly attractive

[punkeropercyjackson]

Pjo x Vld counterparts but accurate unlike those messy 2010s posts

Percy/Allura-Trans afrolatina princesses' of 'A' kingdom's with white hair and blue-coding who're perpetually the most capable ones on the team and highkey can be intimidating but are sugary sweet and super silly no restraintment on either same as they are with their strength and do their best to help out the out of water cast

Nico/Keith-Brooding alt boys with anger and emotional regulations issues that try to put a tough front but epically fail and try to be lonewolves too but epically fail at that too and have their older sibling be a major part of their angst narrative.Og Dead Sea Siblings=Platonic Kallura(including the friends to trust issues to even better best friends part.also trans girl/gay boy platonic autistic bestieisms)

Hazel/Pidge-The babies of the squad who're extremely smart and badass for their youngster days and they start off hiding a huge secret they're scared could isolate them like when they were 'normal' in that tgirl swag storyline and their mannerisms and attitudes are very distinctely similar and Pidge's purple pre-Kerberos look is such a Hazel drip

Beckendorf/Hunk-'Big friendly black guy' trope and provide care for everybody else in a hyperspecific way(food/advice)and try to hide how unserious they are only to come out as even bigger doofus' than intended

Leo/Lance-Brownskin mestizo latinos with L names who hide behind bravado and goober behavior that's still natural to cover up insecurities and are in charge of an element.Allurance is literally just Perleo

Bianca/Shiro-The Tragic Older Sibling™️ dealt with death but beforehand raised the grumpy boy to be the hero they are now and no matter how torn are still influence them.Nice mellow voices of reason who's a weirdo too

Piper/Romelle-Relatable™️(/pos)girls who're more grounded compared to everybody else but don't fit in with normies either that're victims of gaslighting as a major plot point in their starter arc

Luke/Lotor-Fascistic groomers with superiority complex's and trauma that's not that bad compared to their victims.'Nuff said(i bet Loturdras ship Pukercy too)

[voltrohgodwhat]

Krolia joining a Mom Forum just to troll people:

Post: "My son is in junior varsity now!"

Krolia: "That's nice. My son recently spearheaded a covert operation to take down a terrorist column, and liberated a burning planet with nothing but his squad of lesbians and a barely-functional black market cargo ship."

-

Post: "Share your pictures! Here's my child on their first day of college!"

Krolia: [posts grainy, blurry cryptid shots of Keith stalking through the desert at 3AM]

-

Post: "How do you guys teach your kids to deal with problems? We're having some bullying issues at school."

Krolia: "If they're not decimating their enemies by at least age 5, you're doing it wrong. Vrepit sa."

-

Post: "Ladies! Camping beauty tips? We're off for the weekend!"

Krolia: "Remember the S's of camouflage: Stillness, Shape, Shadow, Shine, Silhouette, Signature, and Spacing. You must adapt to resemble your environment, and disrupt your presentation to the enemy. When disguising your weapon, avoid wrapping foliage or cover around the functional portions of a firearm-"

-

Post: "Creative ideas for hide and seek and tag games?"

Krolia: "Remember, when stalking a target, avoid looking directly at the back of their head, as they may be able to sense your approach."

-

Post: "Is it okay to let my son go out with his friends late?"

Krolia: "Group bonding is essential. The warriors your son spends time with will help teach him right from wrong in battle. He must learn how to operate within a small unit."

[corvus--rex]

Less of a full fic, more of a rough sketch of a concept.

Been thinking about a modern au where Tex & Krolia never married. They come to a point when Keith is 7 where their romantic relationship has come to its natural end but they're still best friends and want to raise Keith together so the farthest Tex moves is a different bedroom.

A few months later he starts dating the divorced mom of an 11yo boy at the same time as Krolia goes on a business trip where she meets a young widow with a 6yo daughter.

Tex & Krolia refuse to leave Keith behind to bounce between them, so they stay in the house, moving their new partners in with them. It's a bit of an adjustment, but the kids all get along and are acting like siblings in no time.

These are the relationships Tex & Krolia know will last, and a few months before their double wedding, they and their fiancees sit down with a lawyer, formally adopting each other's kids and signing co-parenting agreements. Shiro, Keith, and Romelle do not understand why they need to have some paper telling them they're siblings when it's something they already know.

Years later, when Lance tries to warn Keith about his own family, Keith just remind him that he grew up with two siblings and four parents, how bad could it be?

[keithkog]

Just an actual text conversation:

Lance: Tell my mom you want her famous croquetas for dinner

Me: What? Why??

Lance: Because you love me :T And I want them, so pls

-Keith

[vee-is-a-clown]

Canon handled Keith meeting Krolia wrong.

Keith wanted to meet his mother but when he does, he's disappointed. He didn't want a mother figure. He wanted to know where he came from. He lived 19(ish) years without a relationship with his mother. He doesn't need one now.

Krolia doesn't understand why Keith is upset with her but she isn't the one who had to live 8 years of her life watching her father long for a lover who wasn't coming back. Krolia gave Keith trust issues. She promised Texas that she would come back but she never did. If she'd just left, at least he could move on but she said she'd be back.

She doesn't know the pain of the woman who wanted nothing to do with you as a child suddenly expecting to be treated as if she never left. It doesn't matter if she left for a noble cause. It still hurts.

She hurt Keith and his dad. Keith has never seen his dad more emotional than when he's looking at the stars. Texas loved this woman. Keith expected more from her. He wanted to find some possible reason as to why his dad spent years longing for this woman but he was just disappointed.

Keith has always wondered if Krolia staying might've kept his dad alive. Maybe by year 8, he realized that she wasn't coming back and didn't want to raise her son anymore. Maybe if he had Krolia, he would've stayed alive for her. These thoughts haunt him.

The more she tries to act like his mother, the more upset that he gets. She isn't his mother and she never will be.

So yes, he is bitter. He is angry. He snaps at her a lot. He calls her by her first name even after her insisting that he can call her "Mom". He doesn't want his teammates to know she's his mom. He's ashamed of her. He'd rather say he has no mother because in his mind, he has no mother.