[patientfocusly]

moving shiro to my multimuse along with adam and keith (from their multimuse sideblog associated with this muse) please note everyone is an AU derivation of their canon counterparts (although shiro in his main verse is still available) i’m out of touch with voltron canon events but i love these charas soooo.... catch me!

[as-many-times-as-it-takes]

STORIES

Curled up in the moment where the last shadows of night gave way to the first rays of dawn, Shiro recalls to Keith the first time he commented on his scars. Keith remembers it well, how the graceful dancer had eyed him so warily when he mentioned them.

“What do you think of them?” He had asked and Keith knew a hunter’s seeking arrow when he heard it. This was a test, but he planned to answer it truthfully anyway.

“Your body is a storybook.” He offered with a shrug. “And every scar is a well-worn page, marked from something important.”

Shiro confessed far later when they shared that same house and the same bed that he been rather shocked from such a complicated answer. He’d thought about it for a long time after. So many had mentioned the scars were beautiful, or they were easy to forget when he was dancing. He always knew they were lying.

Keith simply laughed, that same patient laugh that reverberated from deep in his chest. Snatching up his lover’s hand, he placed it over his own chest, with an old scar long since faded. He told him about the time he lost his temper with the horses and took a hoof to the chest that laid him out for days. He told him about the scar from trying to rush through cooking that taught him to be patient. He showed Shiro the old wound from the first time he’d fallen from his bike and skinned his knee and he helped him trace the scar on his face, another story and another reminder. They weren’t beautiful, per say, but they were important and no less a part of him than his (clearly) amazing hair. But in that way, they were beautiful because they were reminders of lessons and stories of bygone days. He was a survivor and he etched his victories in his own skin to never forget.

Shiro was quiet for a long moment. He wasn’t even certain when the tears began. Suddenly he had so many stories to tell of his own. Stories he had locked away long ago and fought to keep away. And Keith simply gathered him up and walked with him, tracing every scar, every ridge of broken skin and listened. And while the memories hurt, there were lessons there too. Stories of bravery and heroism. And stories of determination and perseverance. And in the end, they were no different from the scars on the farm that Shiro so easily dismissed. They were Shiro’s story, etched into his own body and they were a part of him as well.

“And yer beautiful, darlin’, so therefore, they must be too.’

It was a simple but profound lesson that the two would never forget and each one carried themselves a little stronger; a little prouder the next day.

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A gift for the amazing and talented @tofuloo who brought to life the wonderful Yeehaw AU for Sheith. This AU has brought so much delight to the community and has touched so many hearts.

It’s so important to continue to celebrate the wholesomeness of good relationships and that’s part of the reason I fell in love with Sheith and this fandom to being with. And the Yeehaw AU is no exception. From a profoundly trusting and kind relationship to every little fluffy moment as well as the celebration of positive body images, an excellently positive portrayal of sex workers and dealing with important themes such as PTSD, anxiety, love, intimacy, and man I could go on and on.

I’ve always said that it’s important to put your stuff out there as you simply never know who you may touch. And I think tofuloo’s Yeehaw AU has proven that a thousand fold.

I humbly dedicate this art and drabble to you @tofuloo as a thank you for everything you’ve given us.

Thank you

and Never Forget the Yeehaw Code ;3

(Made in Paint Tool SAI with a reference used for the pose because what even are human bodies?)

[thepuppyclub]

ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID????? Kindest regards, 

[sheithsthetic]

kiss in the dark

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[patientfocusly]

how is your muse’s soul perceived?

the quiet observer

your soul is like a sponge, absorbing so much of the universe sometimes you feel like you’re drowning. you wish you could make your heart a little stronger. but your gentleness is not weakness and neither is your sensitivity. you feel so much more than everyone else. it makes you kind even to those who don’t deserve it. it makes you notice the hidden tears and the covered scars. you wonder who will save the ones who are suffering in silence, don’t you know that includes you too?

the kindred spirit

your soul is like a mirror for others to find their own beauty. you see the best in people and you strive to bring it out in them. you draw all sorts of people to yourself and you make them feel seen. but who sees you? you try so hard to take care of everyone else, watering everyone else's garden until there's nothing left for your own flowers. when will you fight for your own heart as strongly as you try to nurture others?

[ifellfromtheskies]

An Icon.

[fate221]

How it should have been 

[mondaijo]

Shiro commission for @/ssumafo on Twitter 💕 thank you so so much!!!

( commission info  //  twitter  //  instagram ) 

[zzzanzzz-deactivated20201124]

my bro I am balls deep in love with you

[hoisoy]

Kiss it to make it better.

[patientfocusly]

i’d like to hear about you from you. - keith

There’s a lot about him that’s public record. When you happen to be really good at what you do, people tend to find out about it, and when you happen to also be as naturally personable as Shiro is, somehow people don’t hate you for it. A hand lifts to the back of his neck, rubbing at it bashfully. ‘ There isn’t much to say. ’ Anything that would be remotely considered interesting was on that public record . . . what Shiro considers interesting at least. He’s always held a higher standard for himself, and viewed achievements as steps, as milestones, as a medals that could be hung or as trophies that could be placed on a shelf. He viewed them as proof. The nuances that make him him . . . that give meaning and reason to those achievements . . . well, who would be interested in that? Certainly not the Garrison, no one’s ever bothered to ask him before. He doesn’t know what to say. 

He clears his throat. ‘ My sister’s getting married. I’m flying home after exams for the wedding. We --- I’m going to be walking her down the aisle. ’ There’s something that won’t be on public record, and it’s something, strangely enough now that Keith has given him the opening, he wants Keith to know. @technicolor00

[jbarts]

Ulaz caring for his favourite human.

Read some of @bosstoaster‘s Uliro fic and am now hooked on yet another VLD rare pair (WHY?!?! *sobs*). So here’s my attempt to make them a tiny bit less of a rare pair ;). LOOK, THESE TWO ARE CUTE TOGETHER!! XD

My Voltron Art | Amazon | Society6

[steveahn]

Ah.. I’m so proud of this shot.  An exercise in moon light.  

[notmorbid]

the am archives.

dialogue prompts from episodes 1-3 of the am archives, a podcast by atypical artists.

we can help you. that’s what we do here.

don’t sass me this early in the morning.

you with extra energy is a terrifying thing to behold.

you don’t need to suck up to me.

i saw a problem and i wanted to help fix it.

there are worse things than giving people the benefit of the doubt.

you’re looking wonderful today, as usual.

please don’t leave me alone in here.

i can’t change the past. i’m asking what we do now.

is there a reason you’re sitting alone with the lights off?

don’t ask about [name].

i’m thanking you for saving my life. just say you’re welcome.

i won’t make a habit of needing saving.

i know this all seems a bit scary.

we try not to spy on people anymore. i don’t think we spy on people anymore.

let’s start over.

am i supposed to tell you what my favorite food is?

i’d like to hear about you from you.

were you here all night?

i brought you breakfast.

it would be totally understandable if you were freaked out.

you don’t have to be scared now.

i’m going to get some more coffee. do you want any?

i didn’t know you were in here.

i’m glad you’re here. i was about to call you.

i don’t know how you handle all that stuff.

you’d come through. i know you would.

the less a person wants to do therapy, the more they could get out of it.

[reigensarataka]

regret

/rɪˈɡrɛt/

a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do.

[lloras]

sorry for the mental breakdown do you still wanna makeout 🥺

[patientfocusly]

@crimsonscorpii

Shiro's seen aliens before, but not like this. He's late to the fight, arriving with Pepper and the rest of Earth's barebones defence. He hasn't had to use his arm to fight in almost three years. Not properly, not beyond routine training, not the way he'd once used it to survive. 

He catches glimpses of Steve taking Thanos down head on . . . he sees the gauntlet passing hands as it makes its way to the centre . . . he sees the battlefield filled with people that had been gone for years, returning fresh into the fight like they'd never left. He's searching for familiar faces every time he gets the chance to cast his gaze out --- but the chances don't come often enough or long enough and he tells himself that there'll be time after. That this was going to work and there will be an after.

He gets caught in the fire raining down from the ship, too far out from the protection of the Wakandans’ and the sorcerers’ shields, with a supersized grizzly on his tail, shot somewhere in the side that makes it hard to breathe or walk, but he has no choice but to seal himself up with the press of one heated hand and keep fighting.  

When it's all over, when Iron Man snaps his fingers and the Black Order start turning to dust. When Thanos takes his seat and disappears with the wind, Shiro finds the nearest pile of debris to lean against and catch his breath. It's chaos still, but it's quieter, and he hears the world in muted tones as his body struggles to remain upright, energy drained from powering up his arm and the dodgily looked after wound worsening from the inside the longer he ignores it.

A skeleton crew of EMTs eventually come out, and he doesn't have the energy to fight them off when a pair drag him onto a stretcher. Through weary eyes he's still searching. Steve. Bucky. Matt . . . They've shot him up with something that helps him feel a little less like his side is on fire, but it also makes the world go a little hazy around him. He's up on one elbow, still looking, still searching . . . and then he sees the set of broad shoulders he's come to know very well, the man they belong to who he's come to love very much.

' Ste --- ' His voice croaks and he abandons the effort of calling out because he wouldn't be able to be heard anyway. Steve was alive. That was enough for now. There will be an after. And just as he starts to let himself relax, through half lidded eyes he sees Steve's body turn, sees his arms go up and then another man slips into his embrace. Bucky. Bucky who they'd both lost, who they both tried to mourn but could never bring themselves to do it, not really. They were both optimists, he and Steve, and stubborn. They weren't built for moving on.

The two of them, Steve and Bucky, look like they belong on that battlefield. The way they come together is synonymous with the way the universe works and when their lips meet, Shiro feels the collision right in his chest. Maybe it's just as well that the exhaustion of the fight and whatever was bleeding out inside him catches up to him at that point, and the last thing he sees is the two greatest loves of his lives exploding behind his eyelids.

---

He's digging unhappily at a cup of jelly, balanced in his lap and spoon held in his only hand when the curtains around his bed get pushed back. He'd been expecting him, had allowed himself to hope for at least just that much. He clutches the cup and pushes himself into a more upright position so maybe he doesn't look as weak. He smiles. ' You did it. You --- the Avengers. You did it. '