#glara keith

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Galra Keith? Mayhaps? Would love for it to be klance too but yk. Priorities.

I have been waiting to draw Galra Keith for a fat minute.

[voltron-lionessdefenders]

PG194&195

first hits of alien Keith, and Lance might or might not of notice 

Hunk is charging in to save his new friend

(at least in MY rendition)

[utterandtotaldisaster]

Honey, I don’t know if this is photo shopped, but thank god for the idiots at Coke.

[welcometoyournewhell]

Nibbles and Arguments

This wasn’t how I was expecting to go about this one??? But then the muse hit me and I just had to. Requested by @kwaiipootato. 

Klance: Ticklish Keith, Ticklish Lance

Keith hummed softly as he continued to stroke Lance’s clothed arm. Long claws tracing up and down the silky material rather softly in an attempt to sooth the other male’s nerves. Keith had trained harder than he’s ever trained before, and due to this he currently had claws, yellow eyes, cat ears, and a few patches of fur hear and there. As soon as Lance had seen him he went quiet, refusing to even talk to Keith. It wasn’t that he hated Keith in his Galra form, he loved it! The soft fur, the more intense purring, the ticklish toe beans, etc. However he hated why Keith’s half Galra side comes out. Rather than listening to his boyfriend’s words Keith had over did it and was now facing the consequences.

“Lance I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” Keith pouted. His head was resting on Lance’s shoulder as the other leaned back against him. They were on Keith’s bed. Lance sat with his legs crossed, leaning back against Keith who’s legs laid on either side of the younger male. “Your not sorry, you never are,” Lance muttered. He was fed up with this, the guy was going to get hurt and it was going to be his own fault. Lance was done. Keith’s ears went down a bit. He was sorry… only because Lance was mad at him. After a few more moments of silence Keith moved his head up. “Lean forward,” he ordered softly. “Why,” Lance stayed still, which was really awkward as his slant was no longer supported. “Back tracing,” Keith asked softly. “Not in the mood,” Keith felt tears form at his eyes.

“A-Alright,” Lance knew that tone all to well. He swore his boyfriend was a child sometimes. Leaning forward with a dramatic sigh he gave Keith access to his body.  “No Lance, you don--,” Lance simply took his hand and placed it on his back. Keith went back to being quiet before gently tracing the tips of his claws on the other’s back. Lance bit his lip, this is why he didn’t want Keith to do this. It tickled! Not that he minded, he found tickling to be pretty fun. However he was upset and Keith needed to take this seriously. He gasped softly as Keith moved his shirt up to trace along the sun kissed skin. “Kheith no,” he giggled softly, sitting up straight. “That tickles, stop,” Keith just smirked before tracing by his lower sides. “Heheh! Stop it Kheith. I’m mad,” Lance said trying to move away from the other.

Keith’s reflexes were quicker. Pulling Lance back onto the bed he roughly ( he didn’t mean for it to be rough) pinned the Cuban boy to the bed. “Ow! Keith stop it, let me up! Now,” he glared. “Why are you so mad? I’m fine,” Keith sighed. “Your not fine Keith! You over stimulate your self almost nightly now so you can be stronger! Your pushing it because your too impatient to get there healthily and gradually,” he sighed and crossed his arms. “You know what? Whatever. I’m going in my roo-- h-hey,” Lance’s pulled his arms apart and grabbed onto Keith’s arms. Keith had started trailing little kisses all over his neck. “Aha! Keith I’m serious,” Lance hissed trying his best to not laugh. The kisses didn’t let up. They were light, delicate, soft, and oh so tickly. “Nahaha,” he finally gave in.

“Hehehe! K-Keith I’m trying to be shhehehrious here,” Lance was pushing on the other’s shoulders until he felt something sharp glide against his neck. “D-Do you have fangs,” he pulled away, forcing the other up with his arms. Keith opened his mouth, pulling his lips back. “Y-You do,”Lance said with a rather amazed tone. He gently traced over each of the four kanines in his boyfriend’s mouth. “Keith you’ve never had these before,” blue’s eyes darted up to meet yellow. “How much did you over do it tonight,” he was even more pissed. He had started to calm down but now… now he was furious. “Not that bad,” Keith’s words were odd as Lance still had his finger on the teeth, keeping Keith’s mouth open. “Not too bad? Bulshit! Keith I swear,” he grumbled pulling his finger away.

“You know what? I’m done. You don’t want to help yourself, fine. Tear yourself apart and destroy Voltron,” Lance said trying to move out from under the other. “Lance,” Keith had tears in his eyes. “I don’t mean what I’m saying, I’m just really mad Keith. I’m sorry,” Lance lay back as Keith curled up into his chest. “I’m sorry,” Keith mumbled tracing his claws across Lance’s clothed abdomen mindlessly. “But your not. I know your not Keith. You can stop apologizing,” he closed his eyes. His fingers scratching lovingly into the thick mullet. Purrs replaced sorrow. “I love you,” Keith purred out. “I love you too. Can you please stop tickling me now,” Keith opened his eyes. Lance had one of his hands over his mouth, the other in his hair. His face was slightly reqd, and his eyebrows were curved upwards slightly.

Looking down Keith noticed he had managed to move Lance’s shirt up and was delicately tracing the sun kissed skin. “Seriously tonight’s not the-- ehehe,” Lance pulled his hand into his mouth once more, eyes half lidded as he watched his boyfriend start to tickle him. “I think tonight would be a great night though,” Keith argued letting his nails glide like skaters on the rink. Random circles, directions, shapes, etc. Lance giggled helplessly, he wanted to stop Keith but he also loved the bonding this brought. He loved being tickled! He loved when his siblings would tickle him, his mom, his dad, his family in general. It was just so much fun to him. It meant people were happy, everything was okay. It was safe. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t stopping the exhausted half Galra. “Hey! No not there,” he threw his head back as keith really started to tickle him, right above his briefs. He laughed even more so when Keith started to leave kisses along his abdomen, lifting more of his shirt.

“Nohoho! Pull my shirt bahahck down,” Lance whined. However his one arm was currently laying across his eyes, as the other gripped the sheet. “Hmmm…. I think not,” Keith purred after a while of silence. Lance bucked gently when he felt something else touch his sensitive tummy. “Are you biting me,” he uncovered his face to look his lover in the eye. They were still yellow, but starting to fade. “No…. just testing out these new fangs,” his ears went back as an evil smirk crept onto his face. “No, Keith-- ehe! Hahhaaha,” Lance threw his head back and giggled helplessly. Keith had wrapped his arms around Lance’s torso, pulling him up slightly like a rag doll. His teeth gently brushing against the soft, smooth skin. The nibbling was so ticklish! Lance was in disbelief. How could something like teeth tickle so bad? “Hehehaha! N-No Keith sthap,” Keith rolled his eyes.

Clearly the blue paladin didn’t want him to stop, so what would happen if he did? Keith released the giggling body and just sat there, smirking. Leaning forward he sprawled out slightly on Lance’s, now, bare chest. His arms crossed, head laying on them. His butt was hoisted in the air a bit, for both him and Lance a quite… different vibe was taking over the room compared to earlier. Lance had to be strong! He couldn’t just give into his desires, not when he needed to get a point across. But how often was it Keith was playful like this? ‘No, no. Business first, then pleasure,’ he thought. “So… I stopped. Now what,” Keith challenged. “Now you get off me and let me leave,” well that backfired. Keith felt a bit hurt but pushed the feeling away. “Really? Lance,” Keith whined sitting up. He yelped as Lance rolled him over.

“No Keith. I’m going to get my point across to you. One way or another,” he yelped when Keith pulled him down on top of him. “Laaannnce,” Keith whined sounding utterly childish. He didn’t want to sleep alone. Lance had gotten him so used to affection, and touching, and cuddles. Damnit, the boy needed his cuddles! If space dad couldn’t give them to him, then his boyfriend would sure as hell be! “Keith no, I’m serious. Doesn’t this hurt,” His head was above Keith’s. He was awkwardly laying like an easy to tip blank balancing on a railing. “No… but does this,” Lance squealed before scrunching his shoulder to his chin. Or, well, trying to.

“Nhohoho sthahp biting me,” he kicked his legs slightly. It hurt a bit, but Keith ignored the pain. Biting? These little nibbles had nothing on biting. Biting is what Lance would do and it hurt, but if Lance was into it Keith would try to compromise. “Sthap! Sthap! Oh my gosh! Ehehehe,” they were such light tickles! Lance could feel butterflies start to swarm in his tummy, along with a blush creeping onto his face. Keith just purred, enjoying the moment. After about thirty more seconds of neck nibbles Keith brought his hands down and started playing with Lance’s sides. “Ehehhahaha! Okay! Okay! I’m not mad,” Lance struggled weakly. “Lemme go! Kheheith,” Keith rolled his eyes. Bull crap, like he wanted to be let go. Keith rolled him over and continued to nibble his neck. Now he gently clawed at the soft, smooth, hairless hollows.

“No! Baby thahat tickles,” Lance couldn’t help it. Yes he was still mad at Keith but he wanted to enjoy this. It felt so great! They were so close. “Hope so,” Keith’s words were muffled. ‘Keith, please,” after a while longer Lance decided they should be serious once more. “I reheheally nehehd you to stop,” that was new. Stopping instantly Keith rolled to the side of Lance, staring and waiting for instructions on what to do next. Lance huffed a bit, panting. He sat up and turned to face the almost normal Keith. “You okay,” Keith asked. Lance nodded. “I am… but you won’t be if you keep doing this to yourself,” he frowned. “Keith I know I’m not Shiro, I’m not related to you, and I know I have no say in what you do. But please, please, promise me you’ll take it easy from now on. Cheat days, or just days off in general. Pace yourself, but enjoy it,” Keith sighed and laid his head back. “I promise, alright? Stop woryi-- hey! Ahaha,” Keith giggled as Lance started to tickle his somewhat purple tummy.  Mix of purrs strung together with the laughter.

“No! Not the thhahaummy,” Keith giggled softly. “Oh yes the tummy,” Lance teased pushing Keith down slightly while playing with the firm skin. “Ah coochie, coochie, coo! Who’s my ticklish little Galra? You are,” Keith blushed. The hell was that? Nevertheless he blushed and giggled a bit harder. “Mmmm! Lance,” Keith squirmed a bit harder trying to move Lance’s hands somewhere else. “I wonder,” Lance pondered leaning down. “Let me know if this tickles dear, though I’m sure you will anyway,” he winked at a flustered Keith before nibbling gently on the skin. It didn’t really tickle. it kind of hurt. Keith whimpered and tried to move his tummy away. “So.. yes,” Lance asked. “Ow,” Keith mumbled softly. “Oh… okay. I’m sorry,” Lance said brining his head up to Keith’s and giving him tinny hisses while tickling his ribs. “Ehehaha! Oh god! Lhahahance quit it,” he purred a bit softer now. Lance was in love all over again.

“Wait,” Lance pulled back. A smile on his face filled Keith was fear. “What,” Keith asked softly. Turning around Lance moved down. “Toe beans,” he exclaimed. They were his favorite part about Keith’s Galra form. “W-Whoa! Wait Lan-- not there,” he screamed when Lance started tickling the soft little pads. They were so ticklish and Lance knew it. “Too much! Too much,” Keith yelled through his laughter. Lance huffed but dropped the foot he was holding. “Fine, fine, not my fault the big bad emo can’t take some little, innocent, tickles,” Lance was laying back on Keith, he booped his nose for good measure. Keith glared, un amused. “And it’s not my fault the annoying boy can’t stand having his tummy nibbled,” Lance blushed at the statement. “I-- I so can,” he declared. “More than you anyway! Ow? Really? Or did it just tickle,” keith rolled his almost purple eyes. “Not a competition Lance,” he groaned rolling them over. “However,” he smirked. Needless to say the night was filled with giggles and purrs as the two made up for their argument.

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Keith and his Space Wolf

finally got it done!

[littlemrsbangtan-blog]

Welp, here goes nothing :')

So... this is my first post on this blog, just showing something I've been working on lately

I didn't have much time to re-new the outlines yet, I only had progress with the background so far, but soon I'll be done with my exams and then I FINALLY have more time to draw

Hope you like this -whatever it is- anyways

(I will post the whole picture, once it's finished :3)

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Happy Birthday Keith!!!!!!!!!!! For more in the future follow my IG (lulux_love_)

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This season hurt me and I don't appreciate it