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jiveyuncle · 7 days
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Fic: on the line (stay with me) by @hiuythn
It’s a short one, but a good one. Highly recommend! Have fun!
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jiveyuncle · 10 days
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Just a couple of dumbasses swordfighting
*offers you these pen doodles from my lunch break*
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jiveyuncle · 28 days
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✨ Carried away ✨
Oh, look, it’s one of the super rare occurrences where I draw something a little more heated.
Don’t bet on more, I don’t know where this came from lol
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I got a couple “klance kiss” suggestions, so I hope this covers some of them and satiates y’all ahaha I plan on drawing at least one other kiss tho bc the prompt was a bit more specific and I wanna have fun with it
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jiveyuncle · 28 days
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Holding this story lovingly and cherishing it forever 💕
Fanfic:
Broken Things by @erithel on AO3 (personal copy printed with permission from author)
Read the fic HERE
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jiveyuncle · 1 month
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Team bonding sleepover in the common room got a little out of hand
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jiveyuncle · 1 month
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This prompt made me think of @autisticlancemcclain ’s Flower Crown AU, so I bring you all another fic rec. It’s a friends with benefits fic that makes my heart ache. Keith’s determined not to fall in love because he tells himself: “You have ruined every single person you have ever loved.”
You can read the fic here:
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jiveyuncle · 1 month
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My mind jumped straight to this scene lol
Using this as an opportunity to promote @wittyy-name ’s fic The Marks We Make. I’m on the final chapter rn and FUCK IT’S SO GOOD.
Summary:
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he'll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don't say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It's not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can't bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he's resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.
Keith Kogane dreads the day he'll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He's just an art student who's struggling to find his place in the world. There's so much he hasn't been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can't do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.
Read it here:
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jiveyuncle · 1 month
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ooooh prompts!! May I suggest keith wrapped up in a blanket? 👀
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I present to you Keith getting wrapped in a blanket by a man remembering just how young his warriors are
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jiveyuncle · 1 month
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I feel like doodling Voltron. Prompts?
I've never included tumblr in one of these bc there's not really a whole lot of you over here on this account but I'll extend the offer just in case some of yall wanted to participate this time around. If yall have any Voltron prompts, you can shoot me an ask. It does not have to be klance, but it can be if you want - I'm down for whatever.
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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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“But this…this is exactly why we are going to come up with something; a code or a phrase or something – so that if I am not here and you need me for whatever reason, you can message me that word and I will drop everything I’m doing so we can talk.” - Broken Things: Ch2 Code by ErithEl
Broken Things is one of my favorite fics ever, so here’s me professing my love for @erithel ’s work once again 😭💕🛐 (Scenes depicted are from Ch4 Weakness and Ch10 Yours)
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“I am going to kill you.” Lance was seeing red. His fingers wrapped so tightly around the blade in his hand, it felt like an extension of his own body.
“Not today, little lion.”
“If you fucking touch him I will –“
The Galra was suddenly leaning down – his yellow eyes only inches away from Lance’s. His words, a whisper in Lance’s ear: A threat; a promise. “Oh, I am not going to touch him. He is the half-breed son of the woman who murdered my sister. He is the leader of Voltron. No, I am not going to touch him…I am going to break him.”
Or: Two years after season 8, a Blade mission goes wrong, and Keith is perceived to be dead. Lance refuses to believe that, and goes in search of him. What he finds, however, is worse than anything he imagined.
You can read it here (mind the tags - there’s some heavy topics):
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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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Keith keeps popping up in unexpected places.
He appears in the mirror as the scar on Lance's upper lip, acquired the time Keith shoved him down behind a barricade and the butt of his own rifle clocked him in the face. The move had saved Lance's ass, but it still hadn't stopped him from chewing Keith's ear off post-battle for “damaging one of the team's greatest assets.” What did stop him mid-rant, words grinding to a halt on his tongue, was the annoyed huff of, “Don't worry, you're still pretty.” For, like, half a second anyway, before Lance’s brain caught up and he realized Keith was being sarcastic and was definitely insulting him. Lance's hellraising started up with renewed vigor.
Keith appears in the boots that peek up at Lance from the squeaky cabinet of his wardrobe, left behind because Keith was too concerned about waking him the morning he headed out to pick up the Blade member that would eventually kill him.
He lingers in the seventh plate that sits empty at the set dinner table, the one placed there out of habit, then left there as they ate because getting up to put it away felt wrong.
He's in the long dark hairs Lance rolls over in the morning to find stuck to the bedsheets.
He's in the scuff marks on the training deck floor and the sweat that drips down Lance's temple as he increases the bot's fighting difficulty.
He's in the face of the Red Lion - the ship that solidified Keith's place on the team, the place it ended, the spot Lance has to fill.
And when Lance finally makes his way to Red’s cockpit out of his own volition, for Red’s sake, closing his eyes and reaching out to her to offer support in their mutual grief, he finds Keith, again, in the familiarity of the mind link. As Lance’s bond tugs Red’s consciousness to him, he feels her ghost over him. He lets out a shuddering breath. The connection allows the lions and their pilots to communicate and understand one another while also granting them the ability to sense their teammates when they’re bonded in their respective cockpits. It’s welcome - the shared connections are comforting during long flights and necessary in battle. Lance dreams of it when he’s asleep, launches himself from his covers when he feels Keith’s energy flow over him and twine with his, wonders why he never felt the connection break when a blade was dragged across his throat.
Then, Lance’s lungs constrict, freezing the breath halfway into his chest, and his fingers curl tighter around Red’s control arms. A phantom connection whispers along the hairs at the nape of his neck, a specific hum of energy he never anticipated feeling brush against his own ever again.
Blue eyes snap open to take in familiar grey ones staring back, heart seizing at the sight of a mouth set in that stubborn, concentrated frown that says less about its wearer’s emotional state and everything about the intensity of his focus. Slowly, the frown softens, and then turns up gently at the corners.
Keith sighs and leans back against the viewing monitors. “Hey.”
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Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 3/?)
So much of this story is not going to be told linearly and is mostly just a bunch of scenes that are fun for me, but this part felt necessary to share before I start bouncing around.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
You can now read this on AO3 as:
Empty Spaces You Left Behind
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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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you are a genius for that dead keith au holy hell
ASDFJGKGMDHUEHEXWDMX THANK YOU 💕 I’m so so excited to share the other parts I have written for it, but art block has been killer, and I refuse to post my writing without any artwork to go with it. My confidence just ain’t there yet. It was a fight for my life (I’ve been canning art attempts left and right lately), but I just finished some art that’s decent enough that I might post the next snippet soon!!
Thanks so much for your encouragement! It means a lot! Biggest grin plastered on my face
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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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I don't normally post my traditional stuff, but I wanna hype up authors when I can. This scene has been stuck in my head since I read it. Happy to finally get it down.
Fic: Take On Me by infinitesongbird on AO3
You can read the fic here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51343888/chapters/129737761
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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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A Thing for Keith [Pages 1 & 2]
*Takes place some time after Keith has been working on and off with the Rebel fighters for a while
The idea that Matt would be the last on the team to figure out Rolo’s crush makes me giggle and is the whole reason this thing is being created. Also, Keith would absolutely be more likely to understand Nyma’s comment as people not wanting him around instead of some people just being extra excited to see him 😭 somebody give my baby an extra dose of love and affection please
Also. I could not find a name for our green, four-armed alien friend anywhere, but I called them Kitch in my notes. It was just the first name that came to mind when creating a placeholder for writing the idea for this little comic out, but it’s stuck now, and I’m tagging them as such lol
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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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[insert some sweet, cheesy caption about them being written in the stars]
lol Happy Blorbo Fluff Day, dudes 🥰
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jiveyuncle · 3 months
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🎶 WE’RE BOTH LOSERS, BABY 🎶
If you haven’t listened to this song yet, you’re missing out. This bonding moment was too friggin cute okay?
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jiveyuncle · 3 months
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Keith never believed he'd have a long life. He always figured he'd die young and that his death would serve some purpose. He'd die taking a hit for a teammate. Or go up in the flames of a violent explosion while dragging a civilian out of a targeted building. Or crashing his ship at Naxzela to prevent an entire system from being incinerated.
Keith was going to die. He was going to die young. His death would mean something.
He thought these things were a given - facts inscribed on the essence of his being - as unavoidable as a dream, programmed into him the way sleep always eventually demanded dragging creatures to realities outside their own.
Keith was reckless, not because he didn't value his own life - that value could be measured by what he did with it and what he could achieve by risking it - but because he valued others’ more. He was reckless because he cared too much - about the success of the mission, about someone left behind, about everything and everyone else - and that caring was going to be what got him killed. His paladin teammates shouted it at him after every rash decision. His blade comrades acknowledged it with approving nods after each close call. He would easily give up his life if his death meant someone else was saved.
So, when he wakes inside Red, blinking his eyes open only to come face to face with himself in the pilot's chair, things don't click right away. It's not that Keith is dead - that part he accepts instantly, understands on some subconscious level in the same inexplicable way the astral plane connects minds and quintessence links paladins to their lions - but it's the how that his brain isn't processing. It's not that he is staring at his own slumped lifeless body, but it is the trusted Blade member he'd been tasked with transporting to a location to disclose the latest intel on Galran troop movements simply dislodging their blade from Keith's neck, tucking the knife away in their armor, walking to the exit, and leaving as if nothing had just happened. It’s Pidge joking into the comms of Keith's helmet, and Lance joking back, completely unaware of the fact that in a moment, without fight, without reason or warning, without some big sacrificial act, Keith just ceased to exist.
It takes them 15 seconds to write off Keith's lack of a response to the joke as him being peeved about being the butt of it.
It takes them 5 minutes before Lance starts offering lighthearted apologies in the form of backhanded compliments.
It takes them 15 minutes to discover that Keith isn't at the meetup location at the time they agreed on and to realize something is actually wrong.
They find Keith's body cold.
There's a lot of panic that feels much too sudden and extreme after drifting through space with his own corpse in the quiet cabin for so long - too many emotions in his friends faces, loud cracking voices, shaking hands.
Lance presses a palm to the gash in Keith's neck and grabs a control arm with the other, begging Red to take them home. He can't feel how cold Keith's skin is through the climate-controlled gloves of his suit, but he has to recognize there is no pulse beneath his fingertips. “If you've ever loved Keith,” he pleads anyway, as if he doesn't already know.
They rush his body out like getting him to a pod will be of any help.
Keith can’t feel his body, but he feels tears on the floor of the cockpit and the vibration of feet down Red's ramp. He doesn’t sense pain, but he tastes his own congealed blood in the chair and, later, the antiseptic Coran returns with.
This is how Keith dies. Quietly. Without purpose. Alive one moment, and then not - wiped away with a cleaning rag beneath clenched fists, secret shuddering breaths, and a mouth whispering his name for the first time alongside words of regret.
Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 2/?)
The event that set things in motion.
I’ve always wanted a canon story where the main character dies in some anticlimactic way, but I don’t ever see it because I assume it would really anger a fanbase or just feel really dissatisfying. The big question of, “For what reason? What purpose did that death serve?” And the reality is, death doesn’t usually come in the form of sacrifice or to satisfy some narrative. I’m obsessed with the idea of someone so important, a character who has lived through so many close calls just dying in such a simple and unexpected fashion - of dying without anyone knowing. It has to really fuck with Keith’s teammates extra bad - suddenly not knowing who they can trust, wondering any time there’s silence on the comms if one of their other friends just died without them noticing. Them each picking up little habits to signal to the others that they’re okay - Lance humming, Pidge tapping her fingers near the mic, Shiro clearing his throat, Hunk popping his lips. Uhg.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
You can now read this on AO3 as:
Empty Spaces You Left Behind
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