So ... I haven’t been posting a lot of drawings recently because I was working on this and was having way too much fun. The themes suggested were fantasy, Spirit Witch Shiro, Keith fire witch maybe showing off his powers to Shiro and some fluffy domestic stuff like cookies making. And these gave me a precise idea right away so I went all in. Hope you like it :) !!
Bonus sketches also for fun.
And now I will possibly do more of this AU I think ahahah.
For this year, I’m switching up prompts between the wtichly inktober prompts, the official prompts, and occasionally smoochtober, but the main theme is witch Shiro and demon Keith
Twitter versions: day 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6+7
Day 1-7 | 8-14 | 15-21 | 22 -28 | 29-31
Prompts:
Day 1: garden - Shiro and Keith turn harvesting herbs for potion into a date
Day 2: seance - Shiro needs to ask some ghosts about stuff and Keith offers to be conduit
Day 3: kiss on the cheek - Shiro makes sure to thank Keith after the seance, maybe they
Day 4: spell casting/secret kiss - Shiro’s pick up lines are all related to casting spells with stars and sparkles because it’s Keith’s favorite kind of spells
Day 5: surprise kiss - Keith likes to do this thing where he jumps onto Shiro after a running start
Day 6+7: chalice/exhausted - whenever Shiro pulls an all nighter he usually starts eating soup out of the fancy chalice that’s used for rituals and ends up falling asleep on the couch, Keith will always keep him company
Wizard of Oz AU, "We're not in Texas anymore, Red" Keith = Dorothy, Pidge = Tinman, Hunk = Cowardly Lion, Lance = Scarecrow. Allura could be Glinda, Honerva the witch of the East and Haggar the witch of the West. Other candidates for witches include Shiro and Lotor. The Munchkins are Arusians, Zarkon is the projection of Oz whilst Shiro is the reality?
More witch Shiro and demon Keith
One day I’ll write up a proper background for this au but anyway this is a fantasy rpg au, Keith isn’t a summoned demon, in this universe demon is a race (like orcs/elves/humans)
Prompts:
Day 8: kiss on the nape - Shiro is ticklish but he doesn't mind if its Keith
Day 9/10: familiar/precious - Shiro and Keith spend a quiet evening with each other and their familiars, Kosmo and Black
Day 11: kiss of victory - Shiro wins some kind of witchly tournament and Keith is excited for him
Day 12: spirits/whale - fun things to do with a witch bf = conjuring sparkly space whales from the comfort of your bed
Day 13: height difference kiss - A morning kiss before Keith leaves for work
Day 14: bashful kiss - tfw you're called out on your pda by your friends but decide to go for it anyway
The words were softly spoken despite their scolding nature, and only barely registered by it’s receiver’s tired state. Lips part in denial, every intention to refute such a claim crawling slowly up the back of his throat, words and sounds seeking to be formed on his tongue. Words, however, were more difficult to form than he remembered last, and rather than convince the other’s words to be false, the tired mumble to escape him only further incriminated him.
“Keith–” Whatever was coming next was interreupted by a breathe of laughter, a warm touch to his shoulder following shortly after. “Keith, come on, wake up. The test is tomorrow and I doubt Montgomery’s gonna change what’s on it.”
“Shiro.” Keith groaned in protest, stretching out to hear the light pop of his bones, to feel the dull ache in his overworked muscles, and cringing over the awkward sound the sofa made at every move. Cheap, faux leather cushions squeaked and squealed, it’s existence purely cosmetic to complete the university’s aesthetic. He was almost embarrassed for having nearly fallen asleep on it.
“Wh’t time is’it?” He slurred, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Almost midnight.” Came the amused reply.
Keith groaned in response, head thrown back against black cushions and arms splayed at his sides. “Then why does it feel like it’s four in the morning?”
“You’ve had a long day.” His tone was a mixture of amused and understanding, and it was only once Keith had found the strength to peel his eyes away from the dull mustard yellow paint of walls that he found Shiro’s expression to be matching such tone. “How’s your head?”
“Been better, getting better.” Prior exhaustion temporarily forgotten, dark-blues narrowed in concern, scanning the other’s face intensely. “What about you?” Already was he reaching out to shift a pale fringe from Shiro’s face, inspecting the hairline there as though it held the secrets to it’s color– or lack thereof. Stress was what the doctors had told them, but Shiro and Keith had exchanged knowing looks upon the diagnosis. “Headaches?”
“Me? I’m fine.” Shiro laughed in response, gentle and incredulous, leaning back and away from Keith’s reach and intercepting his hand to hold it with his own. “I’m the one who should be worried about you. The fifth floor library has it’s rumors for a reason, you know.” His expression sobered then, gaze dropping and falling into something akin to regret. “I should have gone with you.”
His concern was warranted.
See, the fifth floor library was all of three things:
One, it was of-limits, and thus, closed off to the public. Roof leakage and hazardous to students, was the story weaved for the students, the floor having been used as a Chem Lab at some point in history before it was remodeled along with the rest of the building into a multi-floor library and study hall. Old chemicals had been improperly disposed of, and so when the water damage was done, the mixture came to create a hallucinogen.
Keith could smell the bullshit a mile away.
Finding a way into the closed off floor had been a task in of itself, vent-climbing and crawling providing many new bruises and blisters to sport on his person. The old elevator had been cold and unstable and Keith just about had a heart-attack when it came to a screeching halt mid-floor. Climbing the rest had been… interesting, and that was only getting into the fifth floor.
Two, the fifth floor was musty and dark. Never mind how difficult it already was to breathe in the midst of what Keith did for a living, the air itself was dense enough to test even the sturdiest of lungs– and Keith was a swimmer. There was a dense fog that hung heavily between abandoned bookshelves and moldy books, piles of literature having been fused into one over the years. It was almost as though the floor had it’s own private biome, appearing humid and smelling just as heavy.
The temperature, however, was anything but warm.
Three, and this was the biggest feature that granted it talk of the campus, it was haunted.
“– Keith?”
Lashes fluttered rapidly at the mention of his name, eyes lifting and meeting with a pair of gunmetal grays. “Sorry, I… I zoned out.”
Shiro’s worry hadn’t ebbed in the slightest, a thoughtful look in his eyes as they shifted towards a corner of their dorm. “I should make you a protection sachet.” He seemed to say more to himself than anything, and Keith already saw the signs of muscles ready to be put to work. Before the other could stand and busy himself, however, he quickly latched onto the taller man’s arm and gave an insisting tug.
“Shiro, I’m fine. It’s all fine, see?” He gestured to himself, a vague sweep of his person, as though it were enough to prove his statement. “There’s always going to be scrapes and bruises with these things, and I’ve done it all my life. I’ve been handling these things since I was a kid.”
“But you don’t have to handle it alone anymore, Keith.” Shiro insisted, a pleading look in his eyes. “It’s tough enough doing what you do and trying to keep up in class–”
“– You help me with classes though–”
“–So let me help you with the ghost stuff too.” He continued undeterred. “I may not be a pro ghost hunter like yourself, but I can still help. You saved my life, Keith… Let me do this.”
It was difficult to hold Shiro’s gaze, pleading and begging and honest, only rivaled by the difficulty of keeping his focus from drifting to that of the white locks that fell in front of his handsome face, a reminder of their first meeting.
“Help me with Montgomery’s class first…” Keith spoke slowly, readjusting himself in their sofa and pulling the heavy textbook further up his lap. “… then we’ll talk ghosts.”
The reluctant promise was enough for Shiro, it seemed, and that familiar bright smile returned once more, blinding and warm in it’s expression. “Alright… Alright, good.” He nodded, scooting closer to compare texts more easily, finding a comfortable spot glued to Keith’s side. “Seeing how it’s almost two in the morning, let’s try to cover as much as we can then.” And that served to elicit another groan from Keith, book rising to meet his face with a dull thud. Of course Shiro would only laugh in response, already beginning to read from the pages with great interest.
It didn’t take long for the text to become blurry in his vision once more, words leaping from their place and meshing with the lines below and above them. Blearily did he stare on, blinking rapidly and rubbing at his eyes in an effort to combat the sleep that threatened to drag him under again, though it wasn’t his actions that kept him afloat from drifting off. Something else felt… off, and that alone had him curious enough to remain wakeful.
It was… quiet. Wasn’t Shiro supposed to be reading?
“Shiro?” He mumbled quietly, head lifting to gaze up at the man at his side, only just realizing he had slumped against the other’s shoulder at some point. Shiro, however, was soundly asleep already, book askew in his hold and head lolled to the side, gentle snores escaping him all the while. Keith, with lips quirked into a smile and eyes heavy with exhaustion, didn’t have the heart to wake him– nor the energy, for that matter.
The time read four thirty-eight the last he saw, pressing his cheek against a warm bicep and distantly registering the sound of his book falling onto the floor. It wasn’t a problem for preset him to deal with.
