hi sorry, i've been thinking "i really need a jaith sideblog" for months now, but do you think i planned a BIT of it? no, of course not. i'll get the description and links in there eventually, but for now, have an easy pinned post
Skyer, adult, currently insanely re-obsessed with vld for 2 years and counting
my other blogs: @comfortlesshurt (main, where the likes come from!), @occasionalklance (klance side where i was previously reblogging jaith stuff), and a large smattering of others not relevant to this sideblog!
for jaith, i mostly reblog other people, but i do have a jaith fic in the works! i also draw occasionally!
no ship beef on this account! if i don't ship it, i still support other people shipping it. only calling this out bc i can't follow back if you're an ass to people over ships, and i am most definitely looking for kind jaith moots!
My piece done for the @voltronmerzine !! (sorry for the late upload aha) It was done back in September, so itās a bit old cā:Ā Thank you for bringing me onboard!
Happy (early) @planceday ! i got this great ask a while back, and I have so many ideas around Lance taking Pidge to Veradera beach that I havenāt actually picked one to draw š Ā So planceday was a perfect opportunity to churn out at least one. But then I couldnāt decide which time of day I wanted to show so now I have three versions because of course I do (feel free to leave a note saying which one you like best!).
Anyway, people standing around in water while fully clothed is my aestheticĀ š
Lance was 17 when the Blue Lion left, so it's safe to assume the MFES were too. Sam's back a year later, making them 18ish, little over a year later Sendak invades, so they're 19/20.
Since James is outside when the invasion starts, it's safe to assume the others are too. So they see their teachers get gunned down. They see Adam (who I hc as a mentor for them) die.
Meanwhile, Sam is telling Sanda that a bunch of 19, maybe 20 year olds are their best defense. So, after the first wave is wiped out, they send out the MFES.
they've spent the two years preparing for war, and now they're fighting. They survive, and within a few hours, go on their 1st ever mission to retrieve supplies with Veronica, meeting her for presumably the first time.
(Also, can we take a second to appreciate the fact that Kinkade is casually balanced atop a moving vehicle? )
Anyways, as they're loading up the train, senteries attack.
And the weapons that were supposed to keep them safe? Do nothing. Then Veronica sacrifices herself to save them, a bunch of kids she barely knows, and they're devastated. This is their first ever mission, and some dies.
Can you imagine being 19/20 and watching someone die? Their first day, first few hours in a centuries long war, and they've just seen people who trained them, who watched them grow up, along with someone they barely know yet sacrificed herself for them, die.
And yeah, Veronica comes back, but until then, they'll feel responsible, even guilty for her death. We have no idea what else happened between then and the paladins return. But it's war, so they almost die a lot, they get injured, they carry each other back to base and fall apart together, mourning all that they've lost.
Later on, they're making their big stand against Sendak
once again, they're the only real weapon the Garrison has to defend themselves against the Galra. They have been for three years. This is their last stand, and while there's always been the threat of death, now it's almost certain.
they're going in with the assumption that they'll die, they have 12 minutes to live, but maybe, just maybe, the Atlas will be able to launch, and the others will be safe. Voltron is captured right now, and they have no weapons left, so this is it. They're 22/23 now, still fighting in a war older than their galaxy, one that has destroyed their home, and are buying time for their only hope.
They went through so much, yet their experience is talked about so little. Witnessing the invasion firsthand, watching Earth become a collection of ruins, not knowing if those they love are even alive, nearly dying themselves.
They should be out drinking, going to clubs, concerts, taking little risks and making fun mistakes, not risking death every time they leave base. Yes, the paladins had their teen years and adulthood ripped way from them, but the MFEs did too. Why don't we ever talk about that?
Keith had definitely been citied with "destruction of Garrison property", not for breaking things, but for giving James hickeys that are visible in uniform
Celebrating @vldtenyearanniversaryfest day 5 with one of my favorite ships, Jaith!
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Will you kill me if I say I only started considering them because my friend Peach was soooooo obsessed with them first? Because of her, I gave āem a try, and they are so fun to play with now. They are at their best to me when artists and authors take in all the likely bad blood between them, find a believable way to repair it, and let them grow into something organically. Also getting all the free real estate of the MFE personalities... A+. As an artist thoughā¦ fuck whateverās going on with Jamesā hair. Itās a direct attack on me.
Iām still in love with Twin Skeletons by MossCreeper. š„ŗ
OF COURSE RANDOM PERSON WHO WASN'T ME! That's such a great idea only a great, smart person could give...
If anyone wants to request anything, look at my guidelines here!
Note: This oneshot isn't a diagnosis :') Please don't treat it like one and look at actual resources; mental disorders are more complex than a short Tumblr post or TikTok šāāļøNo matter how much you relate to them
Keith felt his heart race while his breathing picked up. He couldn't stop fixating on his thoughts and they were driving him crazy. For the past eight hours it's been the same fucking thing.
Panic swelled in his chest as he tried to think it over-- did he hurt James? Was he a bad boyfriend? Did he secretly abuse James and didn't know it? Was James dishonest or didn't know any better?
Tears welled in his eyes as he scrolled past a message he sent to James during a disagreement. It was petty; basically Keith pushing James away and acting moody, saying something among the lines of "Can you just leave me alone?"
In the moment, he said it because he was overwhelmed and anxious. James seemed exasperated but told him to take his time. Either way, they ended up talking about it and Keith apologized. James said that he was fine and he was just worried. It was small.
But now Keith felt terrible.
What if that was emotional abuse and James doesn't realize? He needs to check.
Before he could stop himself, he went on Google and looked up signs of emotional abuse in relationships. He was on articles... then Reddit... Then threads... Then Quotev... All of which provided him with more uncertainty.
Yeah, he was emotional-- did that make him abusive? He did get snappy at times. Someone said that was abusive and other people said it wasn't. How did he know he wasn't abusing James? He pushed him away-- was he punishing James? No, no. He was just stressed... But what if he was secretly punishing James and forgot about it? And regardless of intentions, can't he still be abusive?
Does James just put up with it? Maybe he doesn't realize... People on Reddit said they didn't realize their exes were abusive until later.
He needed to make sure.
Between all his thinking and anxiety flipping in his chest, he didn't hear James walk up from behind him.
"Baby? What are you doing?"
Keith jumped at the sudden voice in the room. He turned around from where he stood in the kitchen, James looking at his tear stricken face and shaky hands with concern in the doorway.
Wiping his tears away rapdily, he weakly dismissed his concern with, "Nothing, I'm fine," Then turned away to hide his face.
James frowned, walking up to his boyfriend before turning him around by his shoulders. "You aren't fine, you're crying. Seriously, what's the matter?" He held Keith's chin, his eyes analyzing for something that told him why Keith looked like he just killed a man.
Guilt hit Keith like a tidal wave-- he couldn't tell James. That was manipulative. He wouldn't be honest about if he hurt him if he asked and saw him crying.
But he also wanted the reassurance...
But what if he was lying?
"Keith." James gave him a gentle shoulder shake, making him jump. His face softened but he repeated the question, "What's wrong? Say something. Come on..." He coaxed softly, brushing a thumb against Keith's cheek.
For a moment, Keith just stood there and sniffled, unable to look James in the eye. He wanted to keep quiet, but his anxiety was too high-- he needed to ask.
"I think I'm abusive..." He murmured out wetly, the lining of his eyes red whereas his face was painted like that of a guilty puppy.
James' eyebrows flew up his face. "Wow-- that was not what I was expecting. Why do you think that?" He asked.
Keith's shoulders shook, the anxiety and shame swirling in him. Why couldn't he just be a good person?
The little bit of composure he had snapped. Tears rolled down his cheek as his voice got tighter and he started breaking down, "I-I to-ld you t-to leave me-me alone a fe-few months ago a-and I didn't real-ize h-how horrible I wa-was--" He blubbered out with hiccuping sobs only for his shoulders to shake harder in pure sadness and guilt.
Nothing he did ever felt right.
Then, he was suddenly brought into a bone crushing hug. A small, choked gasp was pulled from him as his head was tucked into James' neck like he was protecting him from the world-- his thoughts.
"Oh Keith, you're being weird again." He ran a hand through his dark locks as he swayed him back and forth, the gentle motion shaking some anxiety out of Keith.
The familiar tease accompanied by the caring, tender action made him absolutely melt with a wobbly lip.
"I'm just so ex-exhausted," He sniffled, resting his cheek against James. If there was one thing Keith didn't like, it was self-pity, but right now everything just felt so unfair.
James hushed him wordlessly, pressing his lips against his temple. "I know, I know... You need to take your meds and listen to your therapist, baby." Of course: Keith wasn't the best listener.
The words made him feel small, making him tuck his face into James more. He knows he did-- he knows. It's just hard...
"I'm sorry..." He managed to croak out, soaking in the way James held him in a way he felt like he didn't deserve.
Shaking his head, James smoothed his bangs over before placing a soft kiss on his head. "Stop. You're fine." His voice hissed out only for his arms to squeeze Keith again.
Oddly enough, James bothered, yet caring attitude did more than expected for Keith's anxiety. It wasn't reassurance, which was good since his therapist said that was bad to ask for, but it wasn't dismissal either. It was something in-between.
"Why is this so hard?" Even though he was asking, he already heard the answer in various forms. It was OCD, it was hardwork, it was a learned behavior, it was--
"Because you think too much and you need to stop," He pulled away and gripped Keith's shoulders firmly. Keith sniffled and looked at him timidly. "I love you. You're fine, Keith. So just let me hug you, okay?" His hand cupped his face with a fierceness that left Keith unable to doubt him.
Hesitantly, Keith wrapped his arms around him and muttered, "Okay... Thank you..." A wet sniffle came from his nose when James squeezed him.
"There ya go... I'm here for you..." He kissed the side of his head.
