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this is from the "Bigger than the whole sky" fic

hello!! sorry to bother out of the blue but i started a Yorak (galra keith) fanfic myself cause i love this boy and i wanted to ask something.

i'm madly in love with the character nikolai and i'd love to add him into my own story (which i may or may not end up publishing on ao3, only time knows) and i just wanted to ask if thats okay (totaly fine if that isn't btw). i'd also like to borrow the names stéig ma’ir, ma-róig rí (they sound extremely klingon and i love that) and zaylee (and nikolai). i'd credit u and your masterpiece of a fic, obviously. thank you so much, huge fan of your work, please continue it and i'll be looking forward to your answer. <3

HELLO!

It is completely okay to take Nikolai and Zaylee and other things from my fic into your own, i so don't mind! Its actually kinda super cool imo that you liked it so much, and be free to take whatever creative action with them as you'd like. If you want to know where i got names such as stéig ma'ir / any other historical Galra business i put in, its actually fairly simple.

I used the Irish language, Gaeilge, since I'm irish and fiddled around with it to what I wanted. Some of them are direct translations into what it means just with a few extra lettera and accents (á that bit on top of the a) and others are completely different words that I thought sounded nicer than what came up for the direct translation. I used my own brain (because I'm fluent) but you can use websites lile focloir.ie or tearma.ie, those should be good ones and they're fairly simple to use- basically just a dictionary.

Thank you for asking and just to reiterate, you can 100% take whatever you want from my fic and put it into yours so long as you don't mind crediting. Let me know when you post it somewhere and I'd love to give it a read, I LOVE Galra Keith fics, especially ones that use Yorak. Much love!!!

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It's 6 am and I'm crying over your fanfic because depression? relatable

thanks for that

There are so many fics that are out there that this could be referring to but either way, thank you. Its my goal in life to make people cry and ponder their lives. It brings me joy.

(Srsly tho thanks!)

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i reblogged this and then immediatly sat down and opened up a new doc because a child formed herself in my brain and the brain rot grew and grew from there so now i have the bare bones of a multi chapter fic of this kid and jason growing closer together while he heals from everything thats happened and she figures out her own life as well its so silly jasons my skrunkly little guy

Jason knows that when he approaches kids in his entire get up that they're scared of him, and in crises that's... not great. So he's taken to carrying sticker books with him. He has enough pockets for it. He offers the kids stickers, and he lets them put the stickers on his helmet. He has dozens of Red Hood helmets now, all of them have an amalgamation of new and faded stickers.

The rest of the family tries to make fun of him for it, but Jason just holds out his sticker books like "You seem stressed, have a sticker."

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You say you wrote a fic and then never tell me where it is??? How could u do this to me???

Jason knows that when he approaches kids in his entire get up that they're scared of him, and in crises that's... not great. So he's taken to carrying sticker books with him. He has enough pockets for it. He offers the kids stickers, and he lets them put the stickers on his helmet. He has dozens of Red Hood helmets now, all of them have an amalgamation of new and faded stickers.

The rest of the family tries to make fun of him for it, but Jason just holds out his sticker books like "You seem stressed, have a sticker."

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I am dying for a Jason Todd fic out there where he just is genuinly as asshole but kids like flock to him anyway??? And he grudgingly takes care of them, mask on ans maak off, until one day he's standing in his kitchen making dinner (you know hes GREAT at cooking) for four starving children from Crime Alley and hes like "shit. Im just like Bruce." Tired of the fics that say Dick would have children first just cause hes in a semi stable relationship and hes the oldest like no. Jason is the most like Bruce theres no way he wouldn't bring home a stray first

Jason knows that when he approaches kids in his entire get up that they're scared of him, and in crises that's... not great. So he's taken to carrying sticker books with him. He has enough pockets for it. He offers the kids stickers, and he lets them put the stickers on his helmet. He has dozens of Red Hood helmets now, all of them have an amalgamation of new and faded stickers.

The rest of the family tries to make fun of him for it, but Jason just holds out his sticker books like "You seem stressed, have a sticker."

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will never get over Pidge and Shiro having a nice little stroll down a river with a sloth that makes cute noises and just wants to help them, surrounded by green foresrty and lovely animals that sway in the wind and wondering "i wonder if Lance and Hunk are having a nice as time as us" and then it IMMEDIATLY cuts to Hunk and Lance being attacked and screaming all the while Hunk gets literally spat out of the blue lion. It's comedic humour at best.

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his converse are literally just falling apart, he can take the soles off easy peasy and the heel support is just gone. he owns a shirt where the collar was ripped in a mosh pit or something and he just sewed another shirt collar onto it. those pants with patches? the one on his thigh keeps coming off, no matter how much extra fabric he puts on it, and he has zero idea how to fix it. those boots he's had since he was a kid are so worn they look brown even though the leather was a shiny black in the beginning

I think most of Keith’s clothes are worn down, he’s an amateur hand sewer and has patched his jacket multiple times. His favorite pants have ripped a thousand times and a thousand times he’s added patching so they last longer. He’s taped his shoes together, fixed holes in his belt pouches, saved fabric scraps. He’s very methodical about how he cares for his stuff.

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all i'm saying is that Keith sat on the couch one time while Lance watched something like Bridgerton or Say Yes To The Dress and was like 'this shit sucks Lance, why're you watching this?' and then like five minutes later he'd be raging cause the Duke didn't want to marry Daphne or because the bride went like 30k over the budget. He's the classic boyfriend who says he doesn't like his partners tv shows, and then stands behind the couch for like thirty minutes to make sure he doesn't miss anything.

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Adam told Keith to try pottery and to this day he swears it was the worst mistake of his life. Keith wedges (is that the right term? Its when you like beat up the clay so that all the air bubbles are gone i think) the clay within an inch of its life, my guy is literally just beating this clay up so he can make a hippo mug to match the fox one he made for Shiro. Slapping the clay down on that circle thing that spins is a favourite of his. The sound soothes his heart. Using the wire to cut the clay makes him feel like hes slitting someones jugular. The possibilities are endless when it comes to art and Keith

I love artist Keith because I think it's so silly. Like, Adam got worried about Keith's anger issues and encouraged Keith to find other ways to channel his anger. This is all cool and all until Keith's sitting in class, angrily scribbling James being crucified for his sins on his final exam. Or he's sitting in Shiro's apartment, aggressively stabbing a piece of fabric over and over only for the result to be a pretty little embroidered bouquet. Imagine Keith channeling all his rage into crocheting chicken nugget stuffed animals.

So many silly possibilities!!

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Todays mood;

Got day drunk with friends for birthday party

Had a great time singing beyonce and Rihanna while drunk and mixing drinks (spolier: this is BAD.)

Started to feel sick

Started to drink water and stopped drinking the devils piss, aka tequila

Got sick in the sink

Cried

Cleaned up my own vomit

Cried part two

Went to bed

Woke up to friend getting sick in her sleep and all over the couch, floor and possibly on other friends

Other friends started to feel queasy from smell

I was now, regrettably, sober enough to feel better but drunk enough to offer to clean it

I cleaned it

Like a BOSS

Didnt get dick again

Previous friend (see getting sick on couch point) came back and felt bad i was cleaning it up after taking a shower. I reassured her it was fine. It was.

I cleaned the floor in the sitting room (tonights sleeping arrangements) and the floor in th3 hallway, the stairs and the bathroom. Unnecessarily in the bathroom, bevause it was just on the floor not the sink, the toilet and the bath. Stop cleaning things freak.

Went back into the sitting room. Friend still felt sick. Got her a glass of water, watched her drink it, and then got her another.

Overall, i am a cleaner drunk. Not to be mistaken with a CLEAN drunk, no i make a mess but then i feel bad and clean everything in a mile radius.

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this is what it looks like. This is Mr. Hippo. Keith loves him and Mr Hippo loves him too. he's got a patch on his nose, to the left, and on his back. One of his legs was also replaced and the fluff on his tail is so ratty. Keith literally cannot sleep without him.

Keith's got a teddy. He's had it since he was eleven. He found it on the side of the road, and despite Shiro's protests, took it home with him. He fixed it up, patched it where there were holes and gave it at least three washes in soft detergant. Shiro wasn't impressed with it in the beginning but he liked it in the end. It was a hippo. Keith called it Mr. Hippo. He took it with him everywhere.

He got made fun of for it in the Garrison, his roommate saw it and told his friends, but Keith didn't care. Mr Hippo was his friend and he was going everywhere with him, no matter what. At sixteen years old, he still slept with the teddy and was unashamed of it. He couldn't sleep without it.

At seventeen years old, Keith flew away in a magical space lion and they had zero expectations of going back. Mr. Hippo was still in the shack. It was the main reason why he couldn't sleep on the castle, despite what Lance wanted to believe, and the main reason why he went to the training room and then passed out. If he couldn't sleep without it, then he could pass out without it.

Throughout the whole ordeal with Voltron, Keith didn't miss things on earth. He was exactly where he wanted to be, a pilot and in space and he had Shiro back. Everything was exactly where he wanted to be, where he was supposed to be. Keith wasn't made for life on Earth, he was made for the stars and now that he was here, he would never leave. But he did think about Mr. Hippo. He even thought about asking Lance to knit him a plushie to look like the hippo but he shut that down immediatly, unwilling to talk about his secret teddy that would no doubt be used to humanise him.

Shiro most likely wouldn't make fun of him for it, he probably would have smiled a little bitterly and reminisce on the life they used to have.

When Keith got back to earth, he visited the shack where he stayed for a year. Everything was the exact same as how he left it, conspiracy board up and string tied to it. Shiro's clothes that he arrived in lays on the ground in the makeshift bedroom, forgotten and deserving that position. He didn't dare to open the fridge, afraid of whatever would have formed in his oat milk. On Keith's bed, however, is something he could never forget.

Mr. Hippo.

A little dusty, but otherwise the same. Keith smiled softly and reached out to hold it gently, feeling something in him settle when he felt the familiar change of fabric on the back where he patched it with some pink curtains Shiro was throwing out. His stitching was bad then, and it had to be replaced many times over the years, but Mr. Hippo stayed the same. He stayed the same plushie Keith found on the side of the road, abandoned and left to rot in the dirt.

Keith brought him back to the Atlas where they were staying and Shiro did smile when he saw it. Lance didn't make fun of him for it when he brought it into the bed later on, and Keith slept better than he ever did.

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Keith's got a teddy. He's had it since he was eleven. He found it on the side of the road, and despite Shiro's protests, took it home with him. He fixed it up, patched it where there were holes and gave it at least three washes in soft detergant. Shiro wasn't impressed with it in the beginning but he liked it in the end. It was a hippo. Keith called it Mr. Hippo. He took it with him everywhere.

He got made fun of for it in the Garrison, his roommate saw it and told his friends, but Keith didn't care. Mr Hippo was his friend and he was going everywhere with him, no matter what. At sixteen years old, he still slept with the teddy and was unashamed of it. He couldn't sleep without it.

At seventeen years old, Keith flew away in a magical space lion and they had zero expectations of going back. Mr. Hippo was still in the shack. It was the main reason why he couldn't sleep on the castle, despite what Lance wanted to believe, and the main reason why he went to the training room and then passed out. If he couldn't sleep without it, then he could pass out without it.

Throughout the whole ordeal with Voltron, Keith didn't miss things on earth. He was exactly where he wanted to be, a pilot and in space and he had Shiro back. Everything was exactly where he wanted to be, where he was supposed to be. Keith wasn't made for life on Earth, he was made for the stars and now that he was here, he would never leave. But he did think about Mr. Hippo. He even thought about asking Lance to knit him a plushie to look like the hippo but he shut that down immediatly, unwilling to talk about his secret teddy that would no doubt be used to humanise him.

Shiro most likely wouldn't make fun of him for it, he probably would have smiled a little bitterly and reminisce on the life they used to have.

When Keith got back to earth, he visited the shack where he stayed for a year. Everything was the exact same as how he left it, conspiracy board up and string tied to it. Shiro's clothes that he arrived in lays on the ground in the makeshift bedroom, forgotten and deserving that position. He didn't dare to open the fridge, afraid of whatever would have formed in his oat milk. On Keith's bed, however, is something he could never forget.

Mr. Hippo.

A little dusty, but otherwise the same. Keith smiled softly and reached out to hold it gently, feeling something in him settle when he felt the familiar change of fabric on the back where he patched it with some pink curtains Shiro was throwing out. His stitching was bad then, and it had to be replaced many times over the years, but Mr. Hippo stayed the same. He stayed the same plushie Keith found on the side of the road, abandoned and left to rot in the dirt.

Keith brought him back to the Atlas where they were staying and Shiro did smile when he saw it. Lance didn't make fun of him for it when he brought it into the bed later on, and Keith slept better than he ever did.

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trying to watch Bridgerton in my sitting room but this room has got roughly five windows, two of them coming from the ceiling, and it's just. it's not working. there are SO MANY dark scenes where all i can see is a pretty pink dress and some candles. "Who's that on screen?" my dad asks and i cannot reply. I do not know. i cant see their face. its a never ending struggle. supernatural. the walking dead. the vampire diaries. merlin. supernatural again. every single tv show has scenes that you just cant watch during the day, even with the curtains closed and of course they happen to be slap bang in the middle of an interesting episode or the like

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Takashi Shirogane deserves so much love

he deserves it all and im sick of people pretending like he doesnt. that man is so strong and resiliant and beautiful like WHAT. even if it wasn't confirmed that Shiro was gay and sick until like season five he still deserves love even before that. In season one, he was so truamatised and like just deserved rest but he fought and he won and he lived. And even after the whole clone thing ( which i do like to pretend never happened ), Shiro never blamed anyone for not figuring it out and he never, ever resented anyone for it. He's such a sweet soul, like hes so... human. He loves, Shiro is a pack person, he thrives around people. And when it was confirmed that he was gay and disabled?

EVEN BETTER. Sure, we only saw him with Adam for like four seconds and then this random throw away character, and sure, it was confirmed like a season before the show got kinda bad and then it ended, but it wasn't one of his defining traits. Shiro's defining traits were that he was kind and strong and a good leader and he was tired sure, but he lived. Shiro lived after everything he went through, all the confusion and the torture, and he deserved to. I love him and I'm sick of him, and Hunk and Pidge, being overshadowed in ships like Klance and Kallura. Give Shiro time so show you how amazing he is. Also, he is BEAUTIFUL. like WOW. GOD CRAFTED SPECIMEN. look at him:

he's sooo i love him.

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Shiro, recently moved in with Adam and worried about Keith living in their old apartment all alone: *on the phone* What did you eat for breakfast, Keith?

Keith: ... bread.

Shiro: just bread?

Keith: it had sauce.

Shiro: ...

Keith: and cheese. and meat.

Keith: I had prizza for breakfast. from last night.

Shiro, packing a bag: I'm moving back in.

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Keith with long hair is something so precious to me look how gorgeous he is. Look how beautiful Lance is. This whole drawing screams beauty. What the hell.

Lil doodles