Yeah Why Not?

ohhhh i get it now. the little seed of loneliness i’ve carried with me since i was five will never go away

how is it I've got a 119 pages of a fic, grand total of 55k words so far, and NOT ONCE i describe what fucking colour an OC's hair is!?! I've mentioned it so much! I've mentioned Nikolai's hair so many times but its left to the fucking wind what colour it is i guess!

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!!!

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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Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

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My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

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Our beautiful memories.. :(

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Baker used to play with his dog.

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Oh my God. I mean it looks pretty good, is it served with rice like that other picture??? I guess i could be down with that

Just found out my internet friends have never had gumbo, this is sickening and distressing information

Yall i NEED a TimKon AU where Kon is a cowboy/rodeo preformer and Tim is the classic City Boy.

Think about it like OH MY GOOOOD its so perfect???? Clark grew up in Kansas you know when hes relaxed hes got a southern accent and Kon lived on the farm for ages. He'd have the accent and then the sexy ass cowboy hat and the confident attitude he already has !!! And, idk, you could go real hallmark with it and say that Tim has gone to the country side to relax from work or hes there to buy land and then realizes how bad it would be - i dont know, i dont care. I need a fic where Kon is dancing in a hodown (i have no idea how to spell that) and Tim is like smiling and laughing and then Kon teaches him how and Kon takes him on the farm and they ride horses or smt. Think about the tension. The jokes. The way their dynamic wouldnt really change from canon; Kon the confident, coy and loud one whith Tim the fussy, snarky and lowkey kinda spoiled one. Im talking like Hannah Montana the Movie vibes. Im talking Footlose happiness levels. Minimal angst. Or you could go real old school cowboys with Kon as a rogue cowboy and Tim as a sheriff/deputy. Please give me a country fic of these boys. Its so perfect

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.