Happy Birthday BlueyBlues!!! KIITO - actually it was yesterday, but her beloved got a bunch of her art friends to donate to a ‘birthday sketch book’ Here’s my contribution, the Kogane family, because I know how she loves all three members. https://blueyblues.tumblr.com/
https://sheithfixitzine.bigcartel.com/ The rewriting and illustrating of Voltron Season 8! Sheith courtship, engagement, wedding that Sheithers wanted to happen. There is also 18+ PDF and rings available . @sheithfixitzine
I love Good Omens an still need to do some regular fan art, but one of the artists on twitter - MAF- did some amazing Sheith AU’s and inspired me to do this cross fan piece first.
A little thing I did for Shiro’s Birthday and forgot to post it here (*/▽＼*)!!!
(This is also in my Twitter too if you like to check it out, I’ll be more active there than here with more Sheith and other fandoms so come by and say hi!! I appreciate your help ♡ (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.
A/N: Thank you so much to @whiskyandwildflowers for talking me down when I worried I would ruin my idea and all of the invaluable alpha help and to @tdcatsblog for putting up with all my snippets and being the best beta ever.
Excerpt:
With an impish grin Keith leaned over the edge of the pick-up counter. “Absolutely disgusting caramel macchiato with enough sugar to put someone in a coma for one nameless and shameless customer.”
He grinned to himself, possibly more amused than he should be. He could practically feel Lance glaring daggers in his back.
“Any takers?” he yelled once more. “If the sugar doesn’t kill you the atrocious combination of caramel, hazelnut, and chocolate surely will.”
A shadow fell over Keith’s face, someone clearing their throat as Keith turned his head to see a very familiar face staring down at him.
“I’m afraid that’s mine,” Shiro said softly, the warm pads of his fingers brushing against Keith’s knuckles as he leaned over and plucked the drink from Keith’s hands. “I know it’s kind of disgusting but—”
“You like things sweet,” Keith breathed, body paralyzed as he stared at Shiro. Shiro. His Shiro was standing in front of him in his place of work smiling at him with that same smile he got on his face when he played with puppies or ate macaroni and cheese with extra cheese on his cheat days. Or well, not his Shiro he reminded himself. Not really. A technicality that was entirely Keith’s own fault since he’d been too scared to do anything about his feelings.
