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[crushmeshiro]

Time to upload a meme shitpost here. This was done for Cursed Sheith Week.

[patientfocusly]

Marvel AU. 

Name: Takashi Shirogane aka Shiro Age: 25 - 35 Affiliations: SWORD, new SHIELD

Takashi Shirogane, known to most as Shiro, sped through SWORD’s recruitment training and became one of their youngest active duty space explorers. As a highly skilled pilot, he was chosen to captain the Kerberos mission, only for him and his team to get captured by scavenger aliens. Shiro and Matt were sold off as a prisoners to fight in gladiator trials run by the Galra, while Sam was taken elsewhere and his scientific expertise exploited. During his imprisonment, he lost his right arm from mid-bicep down, and was given a weaponised prosthesis as a replacement. On top of the forced fighting, he was also heavily experimented on - he’s still unaware of the full extent of the Galra arm. 

After a year in captivity, Shiro and Matt manage to escape in a security breach. Many prisoners die trying to flee; Shiro, Matt and a few aliens make it into an escape pod which later crash lands on a scrap planet. Between the four of them, they’re able to rebuild the pod up enough to planet hop to a swap planet where Shiro trades his fancy tech prosthesis for a functioning ship, and his company grows from four to a whole crew seeking safe passage home. Shiro and Matt take the opportunity of their space travelling adventures to track down Sam, but the universe is a large place and the last place they saw him leads to a dead end. Matt decides to stay in space and look for his dad; Shiro thinks that they might be able to do more good from Earth and after hearing rumours of Thanos’ uprising and The Black Order they part ways.

Shiro re-joins SWORD, and is refitted with a prosthesis that is nowhere near as advanced as the Galra one he was used to, but he almost prefers it for its de-weaponised state. He keeps in communication with Matt and takes deep space missions where he can - SWORDs ships modified using the tech Shiro had brought home in his traded spaceship. He also spends a fair amount of time on SWORD’s orbiting station. Matt eventually comes back with the good news that he’s found Sam - living a profitable life on a layover planet no less, only for communication to go dark a few days later. The last word Shiro got from Matt was that they were passing by Knowhere under the request of a refugee that Matt had picked up, the planet being one of Thanos’ last rumoured locations according to SWORD intel. SWORD refuses to sanction a search party so Shiro takes off on his own to find Matt and Sam.

What he finds is a universe torn apart in Thanos’ wake as he grows hungrier and hungrier for the infinity stones, and closer to finding them all as well. At Knowhere, he meets the Guardians of the Galaxy and Rocket immediately recognises him from the Shiro Clone Army he’d come across during his travels. He empties a sack of Galra right arms that he’d stolen from the clones and Shiro figures he’s probably going to need one if this is the kind of fight that he’s dealing with. He sticks with Rocket for the rest of the journey, but splits with him when Peter and the rest of the team track Thanos to Titan.

When everyone but Shiro, Tony and Nebula, dust, Shiro takes the pod and the rest of the supplies to go back to Knowhere while Carol takes Tony and Nebula back to Earth. A part of it is to see if he can find Matt and Sam, a part of it is to avoid the truth of what had happened and what he might find on Earth. He throws himself into the rebuilding efforts of refugee planets - carrying on Matt’s work, and only when the loneliness threatens to overwhelm him does he find his way back to Earth, several year later - not that what he finds on Earth is any more revitalising.

Back on Earth, Rocket vouches for him and he joins Natasha’s watch group, and would eventually join the fight against Thanos’ army after the successful “time heist.”

[rou-tan-tan]

‪A warmup I’ll be putting in my zine when it’s done. I need a Shiro in the mornings /

[lightningstrikes-art]

[masqe]

bokketo​   :   ji ying & shiro. 

     “That would be like telling me to work on my… face. Technically possible but painstaking and uncomfortable.” Ji Ying snickers, nuzzling at Shiro. “So no, I’m not working on it. I could set your drink on fire, though, if you wanted. Maybe some sort of eggnogg-ish thing with overproof rum? A mimosa? I could figure out something breakfast-y for you to go with the muffin.” And then you can eat me later, the fix thinks. And vice versa. You’re delicious.

‘ Well, I’d never to tell you to do that. Your face is perfect. ’ He lifts his head from the crook of Ji Ying’s shoulder to place a big kiss to his cheek. ‘ You seem pretty set on setting something on fire this morning, ’ he observes astutely. He’s almost afraid that if he doesn’t choose something for Ji Ying to set on fire now, he’ll find something much more significant to set alight, and then Shiro will be hearing from his landlord. Again. ‘ I have no idea what this eggnogg-ish thing is, but if it’ll bring you joy, then by all means. Please. ’ It was maybe only because Shiro was at the end of a night shift that this is allowed. Finally, he lets Ji Ying go with another kiss to his face. ‘ How’d you sleep ? ’  

[bokketo]

41, for ji ying from shiro

meme: In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter drabble based on the song.  41: Life to Fix by The Record Company I like the way I feel I'm all night, close that deal I'm all alone, it's all I know Singing along with the radio

     Ji Ying has spent his life bouncing from one relationship to another sporadically ( never carelessly, but never having given anything enough time to mean something because he’s terrified of having a heart that grows roots ) but he’s a romantic, and sometimes being alone is hard. More often than not, he’s the life of the party, the one who shimmers in the limelight, a sort of mischievous joy and ethereal glow surrounding him that draws people in. He takes advantage of it too. Half a dozen pranks of his should have gotten him arrested in the last two years alone, and yet...

     But they’re all sunshine friends. When the façade cracks and Ji Ying isn’t lit up at the party that evening, the group wanders off to go find other entertainment for the night. He can’t blame them ; he would have done the same in their place. It still hurts, though. He nurses a beer, staring out at the moon from the porch where he doesn’t have to be inundated by the laughter of the people within. He should go home, he thinks, but a tune on the radio catches his attention just enough to draw a wry smile. Goddamn catchy love songs, he thinks, humming just slightly, when another figure joins him.

     “Seat’s taken,” Ji Ying jokes automatically, despite a lack of any sort of chair outside. He turns to look and Shiro looks luminescent in the moonlight. Ji Ying blinks, feeling a little like he’s looking at an illusion. “Sorry, I’m... not myself tonight. Should I leave you alone out here?”

     “No, no. The air’s nice.”

     Ji Ying’s brow furrows. That wasn’t an answer to his question. “I was... well, I might head home... you can join me if you like. Y’know.” He attempts a smirk. “Nothing like a little horizontal tango to —”

     “You don’t have to do that,” Shiro interrupts. “You don’t have to feel obligated to —”

     “It’s not! I’m not. You’re just really cool and I know you think my body is nice, so, uh... yeah.”

     “I think a lot of you is nice. You’re clearly not feeling this party, so let’s get out of here, but not for that reason, okay?”

     There’s a long pause, something squirming desperately in Ji Ying’s stomach as he looks at Shiro, and then he drops his gaze. “Okay,” he says quietly, barely a whisper. “Okay. I just, I promise I’ll be fine soon, so please don’t stop liking me yet?”

[bokketo]

76, for ivan from keith

meme: In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter drabble based on the song. 76: Without You by ParachuteYou give me one lookAnd I'll be on one knee with the plastic ring

      Ivan has been giddy all day that his program finally worked. He stops by the store on the way home to grab ingredients for a veritable feast — enough for the two of them to eat all week unless Eva turns up to raid the fridge again — and if he sneaks a little candy in there too... shh, tell no one.

     When he gets home, he sets up camp in the kitchen, slicing carrots and chopping celery and caramelizing onions so he can put all of it into a stew. Only Keith’s arrival pulls him away, a happy little skip to the door where he plants a kiss on the other man’s cheek. His beaming face is a balm to the woes of the day as he exclaims, “I did it! The final level works now! Go play it!”

     Keith, ever the dutiful boyfriend, does exactly that.

     The apartment is small, so as he cooks, Ivan can hear the game running. He’s worked so hard on this that he knows every sound, every voiceover, every ping and ding and whether it means that Keith has made it to the next stage or not. It’s an action game, partly inspired by stories that the two of them have made up together just for fun, and it sounds like Keith is at the part where he’s having to flee from the friend-turned-foe that just absorbed a whole bunch of mana from a wormhole. Ivan grins, placing the last of his dishes into the oven to finish up. He grabs the bag that’s left, now that all the other ingredients have been used, and heads to the bedroom so he can watch the final battle. Hopefully there won’t be any glitches. It’s been properly tested now, and the AI ran ten thousand trials without giving him an error message. It should be fine.

     The easiest way to be close enough to see is for Ivan to sit on the ground next to Keith’s feet, and he’s more than happy to do so. Eva’s made fun of him for being a literal puppy more than once but hey, dogs are a man’s best friend, right? He doesn’t mind. Plus, this way he can watch both his boyfriend’s expression and the game at the same time. It’s ideal. Sure enough, the last scene plays out smoothly and Ivan whoops excitedly as the credits roll. On impulse, he grabs a ring pop ( it was chamoy flavored so he had to get it and see what Keith’s reaction would be ) and holds it up for the other man. “You did it! Marry me?”

     The stunned expression on Keith’s face has him rolling on the ground laughing. ( If it happens to plant a seed for something bigger, maybe several years down the road, he’ll never ever admit it. )

[masqe]

@bokketo, because whoops

Blink. Darkness. Blink, blink. Light slowly begins to seep through. A few more blinks and her vision is focussing, shapes forming. The shrill ringing in her ears is also becoming background. The world slowly materialises around her and Krolia awakes. 

The last thing she remembers is the ground breaking away beneath her feet. She had been part of a team of three other Blade members responding to a request for extraction from a spy who had been undercover for them for over a year. They had been streaming a steady feed of intel every month or so, back. The last message had been an SOS. But when Krolia’s team arrived for extraction, it became clear that it was an ambush. In an attempt to both escape and take down the Galra station, the place had been set to blow. Krolia had gotten caught up in a hand to hand, and had gotten caught in the blast that had split the station into pieces. Debris and shrapnel had hit from all sides, her suit and mask compromised. She knew help wasn’t coming for her --- it wasn’t the Blades’ way, and she daren’t send out a SOS, seeing as the Galra had clearly found out a way to hijack their communications.  

With her first conscious breath, she takes in her surroundings, remaining still and quiet as if still asleep. There are monitors that give her away, though, sending an alert of her changed baseline state. So she decides fuck it, and tears the wires and tubes attached to her skin off, sitting up on the bed in one fell swoop. 

Where was she, what was this place, and where were her people ?

[saintdri]

Post ep 8 going back home 

(Commission for kitaoroshi <3 Thanks so much for your patience and support! Always a pleasure to get emails from you)

[crushmeshiro]

Lets start off posting with some galra sheith 😇 this was made for the Galra Sheith Zine!

[masqe]

@bokketo   :   "I'm, uh..." His clothes are a wreck, he's got a split lip and the beginnings of a black eye, and looks a bit like a drowned cat as he stands in front of the garage. "They took my bike. And the goods. And... and everything. P-please don't kill me. I'll find a way to pay it back, to get some more, I just—" He cuts himself off with a hiss, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to keep his broken rib from moving when he speaks. // Julian @ Keith in that one au we talked about

      Keith is working late, as usual, waiting eagerly for Julian’s drop. Keith doesn’t particularly care about the delivery; Julian on the other hand was a whole different story. Not that he’ll admit that to anyone, and not that anyone will ever find out. Not about the way he pays a little extra attention to what he’s wearing on the days that Julian is supposed to drop by. Not how he makes sure he’s the one working in the front of the shop to greet him at the door. Definitely not how he puts on an extra spritz of deodorant to make up for how hot, sweaty, and greasy it gets working in the garage all afternoon.

      He’s knelt beside the front wheel of a 1985 Kawasaki when Julian stumbles in through the roller door that Keith had left open to let some air in while he worked. He puts his tools down immediately as he gets to his feet and rushes over to Julian. ‘ Julian. What the hell . . . ? ’ He looks beat up to an inch of his life, and in no walking condition which is made evident when he clutches his midsection and hisses in pain. 

      ‘ Okay. Calm down. It’s fine. Don’t worry about the goods. Not our problem. What happened ? Where --- where does it hurt ? ’ He tells Julian to calm down but Keith is far from calm himself. He’s seen people with cuts and bruises before, hell, he’s seen people fighting and getting beat up right in front of him before, right before he joined in on the scuffles. He’s earned his own fair share of black eyes and split lips but none of that seems to matter when it’s on Julian. 

      He’s hesitant to touch him anywhere in case that’s where they got him, so hover hands around him to catch him should he stumble any further. ‘ I --- I think we need to go to the hospital, ’ he says, more to himself than to Julian, as he works through his own internal panic of seeing Julian in this state. 

[masqe]

@bokketo   :    "I'm fine," he turns away but doesn't shrug off the hand on his shoulder. It's more comforting than he would like. "They're just stupid bad dreams that don't mean anything. I won't do anything crazy about it, I promise." // keith @ shiro

      Shiro takes a moment, wondering if the silence would let Keith really hear himself. The checklist of rebuttals to whatever comfort or advice Shiro hasn’t even had the chance to offer. Well --- he was going to offer it anyway. ‘ Bad dreams are rarely ever just bad dreams, ’ he says, ‘ and they’re definitely not stupid. The way they make you feel, I mean, is not stupid. ’ He’s accepted his own as a part of his life now. Rarely does he get a restful night’s sleep without something going wrong --- either a nightmare, or a niggling in his brain that wakes him up too early, sometimes with a jump, sometimes slowly like he was being pulled out of water. When he sees Keith wake up in similar fashion, the wispy tendrils of a nightmare falling away from him as he rises from the lounge he’d fallen asleep on, he recognises it for what it is. And there’s no way he’s going to let Keith be alone after something like that. 

      His hand moves from Keith’s shoulder to the nape of his neck, massaging the muscle gently in slow, languid pulses. ‘ Come on. The couch can’t be comfortable, anyway. Let’s get a glass of water, and I’ll walk you to your room. ’ Whether Keith chose to fill that time in by sharing his dream with Shiro, to get it off his chest, was up to him. Given the chance, Shiro probably wouldn’t want to share his own bad dreams with anyone else, despite knowing that it was always a good idea to talk about it with someone. Keith’s the only person on this ship that he’d remotely entertain the idea of doing that with . . . He hopes he can the figure that returns the favour to Keith.  

[masqe]

@bokketo   :    "Sometimes... you know how wolves grab their cubs by the scruff of the neck and haul them off to their new den? I want to do that with the paladins. Is that dumb?" // ji ying @ shiro

      ‘ Yes, ’ Shiro says blandly, but then adds, softening up, ‘ but understandable. ’ When he’d first encountered Lance, Hunk, and Pidge, and Keith along with them, it had been complete and utter chaos. Allura was somewhat of a guiding light, though that had been cancelled out by Coran --- certifiably the oldest and wisest amongst them. 

      Despite being so soon out of captivity, his innate commanding presence had kicked in, and the others had looked to him as a leader. And the more danger that they found himself in, the stronger those protective urges became. He often found himself being the voice of reason among the chaos, or the one putting his foot down when things got out of hand --- simply because there was no one else around to do it. It was like he was emulating other people in his life who had always been the ones to take on more of a responsible role . . . but they weren’t here now to do it for him. 

      ‘ They do beg to be looked after. Thankfully --- not my responsibility anymore. ’ Arguably, captaining the Atlas was a more challenging task than being the head of Voltron. But it was less emotionally draining in that it could be viewed as a job. The team were bonded, but they weren’t family the way the Paladins had been. There was risk and danger to every mission, but the Universe was no longer under imminent attack, the weight of it did not rest on his shoulders. 

      Shiro turns, burying his face into Ji Ying’s neck, and giving a little nip. ‘ Sounds like you’re getting a little maternal. You have something you want to tell me ? Is it fox mating season ? ’ 

[masqe]

@bokketo   :    "Keith, my dude! We should be grateful that we didn't have to fight anyone this time, right? Come on, take your stabbing urges out on this steak instead. I promise it's ~delicious~!" // hunk @ keith ofc

      Was his residual energy that obvious to everyone ? Or was Hunk just remarkably honed in on what Keith was feeling ? It wouldn’t be the first time Hunk’s freakish powers of empathy have startled Keith, and admittedly made him feel seen to the point of discomfort. This time, it’s a fair call. Keith had stormed through the Castle as soon as they’d returned from a successful mission. He’d left the Blade to join it ; considering the threat level they thought they’d need all hands on deck and Keith had said that he’d be there whenever they needed him . . . It seemed to him like a waste that he’d flown out here only to not be needed . . . Until Hunk calls him into the kitchen area and he realises how long it’s been since he was with the team. This team. He still feels guilty for leaving, comforted only by the fact that the Paladins were in each other’s good hands. More accurately, he feels guilty for having thought this was a wasted journey when he gets to see his friends again. Gets to see Hunk again. 

      ‘ I guess . . . ’ Any time spent not punching evil Galra in the face was wasted opportunity in Keith’s opinion. 

      A couple of clicks and clacks later, he’s detached most of the external armour of his Blade’s suit and left it on the bench, leaving him freer to comfortably hop onto a stool and peer at the plates Hunk has set up. Had Hunk really had time to whip up something that looked so earthly and delicious in the time that Keith had spent brooding around the halls looking for something to punch ? 

      ‘ That smells . . . really good, Hunk. Where did you find steak ? ’ He hasn’t had a good steak since . . . Well, the best steak he’s ever had had been his dad’s. He grabs his knife and fork, about to dig in, then pauses. ‘ This isn’t Kaltnernecker, is it ? ’ he asks.

[masqe]

@bokketo   :    Eva groans and mimes chucking her phone across the room. "Shiro... my parents get more embarrassing every year, I swear. Help."

      Shiro is concentrating on himself in the mirror, teasing the end of his forelock back with a bit of pomade to make it stay back. He can see Eva behind him in the reflection, throwing her little tantrum. ‘ What’ve they done now ? ’ Shiro says, mustering up as much empathy as he can and shoving it into his voice to be a good, supportive best friend. Truth is, he loves Eva’s parents, and loves how much embarrassment Eva seems to get out of them despite also very clearly loving them too. Shiro doesn’t have a lot of memories of his parents together; he’d been very young when his mother had passed away. He knows they were happy, and they had brought happiness into their home. A lot of his mother had lived on in his big sister, and his father had told him as much. Without his own parents for an example, Shiro has never seen a home so completely saturated with love, for a husband and wife of Eva’s parents’ age to still give off the air of teenagers crushing on each other. 

      The bare minimum done on his hair to make sure it stays presentable through the night, he turns from the floor length mirror in his lounge and strides over to Eva, holding out his hand. ‘ Let’s see it, then. ’

[masqe]

@bokketo   :   Ji Ying grins at Shiro. "So, can I get you a drink? A muffin? Set something on fire for you?"

      Something about the only thing he wants Ji Ying to set fire to are his loins enters Shiro’s tired brain, and he swiftly cans the thought before it has the chance to reach his tongue. ‘ Something to drink and a muffin sounds great. Aren’t you supposed to be working on your pyromania ? ’ he asks, sidling up to Ji Ying and wrapping an arm around his waist from behind before he can move off to get any of the food and drink Shiro had requested. Cuddles are in order first.