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Keithtober Day 1: Kosmo

Yes I referenced Princess Mononoke for this. Also drew the armour from memory so please pardon any mistakes there you might see. Might colour this at some point.

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“Red Lion” day 3

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keithtober day 10+11: red paladin & blade of mamora

I imagine this to be the moment after keith sort of "sacrifices" himself somewhere in the middle of the show, and was inspired by the amazingly talented mothpoem's fic and, we dream of home.

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Cover by Interstelklance on Twitter! Another piece for Keithtober. Enjoy :)

Keithtober day 14: Family

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There’s a specific set of reactions to ‘I have no family,’ especially when spilled from the mouth of a nine year old. Pity is the primary one, and Keith hates that softening; the way he’s suddenly a thing to be coddled and cooed over, the exact opposite of what he wants.

By the time Keith is ten years old, two foster families down and bruised to what feels like his bones, there is a clearing in the minds of those who know him, an understanding. He’s trouble, he’s difficult, he is not worthy of time or effort.

And that, quite frankly, suits him better. There’s no expectations of him, another orphan who they are too late to save, who is too set in his ways to be anything other than a failure. Let them think what they wish, Keith has no desire to change a thing.

There are counsellors, teachers and social workers. They try, in various degrees but ultimately, Keith does not stay in one place long enough to benefit from anything. So, he is abandoned; to a memory perhaps, or a nothingness that floats away into a part of a day no longer recalled.

It’s why, when he’s twelve and the mentoring programme at his school begins, he doesn’t show up. It doesn’t even register on his radar, until his English teacher gives him a nudge one day after class. He doesn’t know why he gives in, a tiny crack in his shell to the one teacher he can recall in years whose eyes did not alight in pity when she knew of his story. So he goes, thinking of nothing, expecting nothing.

What he gets is Takashi Shirogane.

Or Shiro, as he is told to call him, with a calm, pleasant smile as if talking to pre-teens is as a pleasant activity he could wish for on a Wednesday afternoon. Keith isn’t one to crack easily, but something about Shiro makes his usual walls falter. Perhaps it’s his inherent patience, even when Keith says nothing or just one word in an hour session. Perhaps it’s the fact he carries his prosthetic arm without hesitation or shame. Or, perhaps it’s his reaction to that now well worn summary of Keith’s life.

“I didn’t used to, either.”

Keith frowns. “Used to?” he asks.

For family is an immovable status; you either have one or you don’t. And Keith does not, can barely remember the days before death took his father, and even then their family was down to two.

But Shiro smiles, leaning forward. “My parents died when I was eleven. Car accident, where I got this,” he says, holding up his prosthetic arm.

“I don’t have an extended family, so it was just me. But family is what you make it, Keith. I have my fiance, and a couple of friends that may as well be siblings. Blood isn’t the only way you can have one,” he explains.

Keith mulls it over, but he doesn’t understand, sitting in that classroom listening to this man eight years older than himself, who seems to have solved the secrets of the universe and gives them over as if they are simple syllables.

That is, he doesn’t understand yet.

For in the years to come, Keith returns to that classroom, and slowly talks to Shiro. Those meetings extend until Shiro is guiding him in different forms; introducing him to Pidge, younger sibling of his friend Matt, when they start at Keith’s school, who becomes his first ever friend.

He’s the one Keith calls the first time he kisses a guy, in confusion of what to do with this newfound information at sixteen. Adam actually ends up handling that one, with far more coherent advice than Shiro’s mild panic and failed attempts at giving him ‘the talk.’

He helps Keith fill out college applications, helps coach him in that yes, he should apply and write the essay that’s in his heart, even if he got kicked out of school that one time many years ago. And he’s there to celebrate with Keith and Pidge as they both get into their first choice college, and only mildly give him shit in the morning when his hangover is at ungodly levels.

Shiro embarrassingly cries when he leaves for college, and makes him promise to call at least once a week. Which Keith does, even if it’s just to moan about his work load and the weird guy who keeps challenging his every answer in chem class.

Shiro laughs so hard Keith hangs up on him six months later, when Keith tells him Lance asked him out on a date.

So it is, on a cold November morning, that Keith watches Shiro’s eyes widen in shocked joy, eyes flicking down to the newly placed ring from Lance on his left hand, as he asks him to be his best man.

“Really? Me?” Shiro says, voice wobbling and Keith hates that his own eyes start to fill a little at the tone.

“Of course. You’re my brother,” he answers.

After all, family is what you make it.

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Keithtober Day 3: Nature???

He got sent to a different planet for a mission and encountered weird creatures. Lets just say that's one of his favorite planets that he's been to.

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