“I’ve had many accomplishments in my lifetime, as well as many upsets. In all the time I’ve spent traveling the cosmos, I’ve never found one as remarkable as you. Thank you for coming back for me, for not giving up on me, and for being by my side and making me see that what I wanted and needed the most was right in front of me all this time.”
Here’s my entry for @keitorsecretsanta, and it’s for @lidoshka! I’m late because for some reason, I thought the due date was on the first (right now it’s 31st going onto 1st, because I’ve been out all day doing New Year’s Eve stuff;;; ). I had most of it done already and I finished it today. My bad. :’D;;;
They were pretty loose with what they wanted and gave me some stuff to work with. So here’s an image from an AU where Keith, through unconventional means, finds and saves Lotor in time before he’s completely beyond rescuing. He brings Lotor back to Earth where he helps him recover, but since the damage was too great, Lotor never really recovers 100%. c’:
Again, super sorry for being late! Here’s an extra snuggly/warm Keitor cheebs, because it’s freezing over here and I’m dying:
These were the pieces i made for the recent @keitorbigbang !! Got to work together with Ellie this time around and it was so much fun!! Read the fic > here <
An AU where Keith never left but instead remained as the Black Paladin, therefore teaming up with Lotor in season 5. This conversation would take place in S5E4 right before the Kral Zera. At this point Lotor doesn’t know that Keith is half-Galra yet and vice versa.
Haha no I’m not bitter at all what gave off that impression
Notes:I wasn’t feeling well (emotionally) earlier, so I wrote a little ficlet to cheer myself up. This takes place in my Paradigm Shift universe, after Revolutionary but before Two Lives, Intertwined. You don’t have to read either of those to understand this, though. Just know that Keith and Lotor are in an established relationship here, and that since they (and the generals) are the paladins of Voltron in this reality, they’re in the Castle of Lions.
Kissing was supposed to be an intimate, peaceful, relaxing activity. And it was, usually. Every other time they’d managed to snag a moment to themselves, they took kissing slow, deep, and gentle. It was soft and relaxing from beginning to end, every time.
Well, every time before this one.
They were in Keith’s room, on his bed, as they so often were. Lotor sat on the edge of the bed, his back to the door, while Keith straddled his lap, his arms around Lotor’s neck, his fingers combing through his hair. Their kisses were deep, slow, and usually broken only by the need to breathe. But this time, instead of continuing the moment after he caught his breath again, Lotor’s lips ghosted along Keith’s jaw, and then the space behind his ear. It was a new move, something he’d never tried before, and in the tick he did it, Keith wished he hadn’t. The instant Lotor’s lips brushed against the skin behind his ear, a reflex drove Keith’s shoulders up as he pulled away, warm goosebumps flashing across his skin.
Lotor raised his eyebrows, curiosity and concern alight in his eyes at once. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Keith said, but when Lotor continued to watch him, added, “It just … tickled a bit, is all.”
Keith knew immediately that he’d made a grave mistake, but there was no taking the words back. Concern was replaced by delight in Lotor’s eyes as his lips curled into a mischievous smile, and at the sight of it, Keith raised one finger between them and said as seriously as he could, “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Lotor asked, but his faux innocence was betrayed by the devious glint in his eyes. He leaned forward again, his hand pressing into Keith’s mattress, his head tilted so he could kiss along Keith’s neck again.
Keith leaned back, and pressed his palm against Lotor’s forehead to hold him in place.
“Don’t tickle me,” he said.
“Tickle you?” Lotor said, his eyes wide to sell the innocence Keith knew he didn’t have an ounce of in his entire body. “Why ever would I do such a thing?”
“Because you—!” Keith’s voice broke off in a squeak as Lotor’s other hand, which he hadn’t been paying attention to, brushed across the back of his neck, fingers dancing along his skin. Keith skirted back, his back against the wall, and glared in the face of Lotor’s broad smile.
“So it’s your entire neck that’s sensitive,” Lotor noted. “Or the back of it, at least. Most intriguing.”
“I’m warning you,” Keith said. “Don’t do that again.”
“Or?” Lotor prompted, crawling across the bed to close the distance between them.
“Or you’ll regret it,” Keith said.
“How so?”
“You really wanna know?”
“I believe you’ll find that I do, yes.”
Keith looked Lotor up and down. Lotor was close enough now that they could kiss again, and in honesty, that sounded like a good plan to Keith. But kissing Lotor would only give Lotor access to the back of his neck again, and that would be giving Lotor what he wanted, not what he’d regret.
So in lieu of kissing him again, Keith leaned in closer, grinning a little himself. There was a triumphant spark in Lotor’s eyes as he smiled back, and that alone told Keith that Lotor thought he’d won.
“Just …” Keith whispered, slowly reaching around Lotor so that he wouldn’t notice, “… like … this!”
In one motion, Keith grabbed the majority of Lotor’s hair in a fist and brought it up and over his head. It cascaded down Lotor’s face like a thick blanket, and Lotor’s gasp of surprise quickly turned into sputtering as a good chunk of the strands found their way into his mouth.
As Lotor pawed at his face to try to pull his hair away from it, Keith burst into laughter.
“What—” Lotor tried to say, but was reduced to more sputtering due to the amount of hair in his mouth.
This only served to make Keith laugh harder. “You look ridiculous,” he gasped out, as Lotor finally pulled enough hair away from his face so that he could glare at Keith from between the curtains.
“Oh, do I?” he asked.
Keith nodded, his cheeks hurting from the force of his grin. “Yeah. You do.”
Can you imagine Lotor trying to get close to keith by saying the things he knows he needs to listen to? he´s good at that. “We fight for the same cause” “I promise I will avenge the black paladin´s death, Keith” “We are the same” He betrays him at the end.
As chosen by the contributors our zine is now titled Mixed Blood! And get ready because… If there are no problems, Mixed Blood will be able to download in this very blog on June 30!
Everyone has put so much work into this zine and we can’t wait to share the result with all of you!
I’d love it if some of you could help me out by filling out this demographic survey for my LGBTQ radio program.
Please note that for multishippers I would prefer that you use the survey for the primary ship you tend to go for. Your submissions can be edited accordingly if you felt like you didn’t convey your answer the way you wanted to.
Feedback is helpful, but otherwise my main focuses of these surveys is the top 3 surveys listed due to my critical discourse analysis study tends to be focused around the interactions of the 3 shipping fandoms within Voltron and the assumptions of each of their demographics. Respondents can view summary and text responses of the survey at the end if they so choose. If I suspect trolling of any of the surveys, the responses will be omitted.
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