#keiths mom

[cassied03]

keiths parents are so unfairly attractive

[a-skeleton-with-a-keyboard]

"I laugh like me again, s(he) laughs like you"

"Keith I'm home," Eun-ha calls out. Closing and locking the door behind her. She looks around to if her son is anyway in her immediate view. After waiting for a response eun-ha walks further house.

It's been a few weeks since they moved into their new home in the desert, And a few months since thace had left. Eun-ha sighs, It wasn't that Keith hadn't been taking the sudden move well, in fact he was enjoying the quiet and the open space to play as he pleased.

But she would've liked it more if he was with them, would've loved seeing thace and Keith run and explore through the near by caves until they were covered in sand.

Which is probably what Keith is doing now.

'An explorer just like his dad' eun-ha thought fondly.

But the pitter patter of her sons feet coming from his bedroom proved otherwise.

"Mom! Your back. Awesome cuz I have something to show you" Keith was bouncing with excitement.

Eun-ha had to mentally prepare herself, the last time Keith wanted to show her something. It was a large lizard he managed to somehow catch.

"Well let's see now, whatcha got to show me?," Eun-ha knelt down to Keith's height.

Keith hesitates for a moment before handing her a drawing. Keith always loved drawing and was already surprisingly talented for his age.

'An artist, just like his mom' she can almost hear thace say.

"Aww Keith, thank yo.. " eun-ha trails off. Staring at the picture she sees something, or rather someone he hasn't drawn before today.

The drawing shows a man; or more accurately a humanoid cat. That's bearing a very familiar appearance.

"Oh.. Who's this Hun? A fury friend of yours?"

"Someone I see in my dreams sometimes, he's really cool looking! Do you like it?" Keith looks at his mom with anticipation.

Eun-ha looks at the drawing of her husband. Aside from some minor differences, it's accuratcy is also spooky.

"I love it Keith, thank you" eun-ha pulls Keith into a hug. After a moment pulls away enough to look at him. "Let's go hung it on my board shall we?"

Keith shines a smile and laughs as she picks up.

The same toothy smile and contagious laugh that she's heard before. The laugh she loved to tickle out and the smile she fell in love with.

'I wish you could see this thace, Keith is just like you'

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[deckoftrickcards]

made a lil thing on my sisters ipad

[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)

[torveiglyart]

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

[pygmalimoon]

old pic but never post here. ❤️💖🌸🗡️

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

Art by Jiaozi

[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.

[sweetheatlightnin]

sweet heat lightnin’ reupload

hey ya’ll!

my entire work got deleted, so i had to reupload and lost all the hits, kudos’, etc. it wasn’t super popular yet, but still enough to suck. check it out again if you were reading OR feel free to start reading today :) it’d mean a lot.

summary:

In a race against time to save his best buddy, Ellis, a young Georgian mechanic, finds himself on a burning rooftop with a coach, a producer, and a gambler. The strangers could not come from more different backgrounds, breeding constant tension amongst them as they are forced to band together for survival on their spontaneous journey to the last city standing: New Orleans. Little do they know, this fragile alliance will save them in more ways than one.

This story focuses on Nick and Ellis’ “relationship” as their conflict and attraction are influenced by their traumatic pasts. Flashbacks slowly reveal how religious guilt, domestic abuse, and more shaped them into who they are in the game.

[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

[x-soapbox-x]

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

[nekomortiz]

[Future Ver.]

Fun part abt losing power is i actually draw!

Worst part abt losing power is i get dumb ideas..

[yuripira4e]

I love the trope of “kid without a mother/father figure discovers magical world and gains 4 of them”

[discordiansamba]

Krolia: As you know, the Galra take adoptive familial bonds very seriously.

Shiro: I have heard this, yes.

Krolia: Now, it would not matter as much if you were not also Galra now. However, since you are, and since you have claimed Keith as your brother, that now makes me your mother.

Shiro: ...I am still wrapping my head around that idea, but I guess that tracks with everything I've learned?

Krolia: Excellent. Which is why you are also grounded Shiro.

(Adam is trying very hard not to laugh in the background. Keith is not even trying to hide it, even though he is also extremely grounded.)

[klanced]

Keith walking into the holding cell greeting all the regulars by name while Lance is sobbing lamenting that his life is over and his future is ruined (they were like. Trespassing or some shit he’s going to be fine)

lance: (actively dry heaving in the corner, on the verge of a panic attack as he imagines having a permanent record)(actually what does a permanent record even look like?)(omg is he going to have to go to COURT? like in JUDGE JUDY?)

keith: remy, this is lance. lance, this is remy, she’s my favorite alcoholic :)

[youareinacomawakeup]

A Steven Yeun will see an animated American character from an action cartoon in his late teens with anger issues who's half-East-Asian and half-Colonizing-Alien-Race and be like "Is anyone going to play that guy?" and not wait for an answer.