Me: I’m Going To Get Shit Done Today

A sketch that I colored, featuring Buff Aqua with smols

artists on tumblr stop fukcing lying to yourselves you never draw those sticks and circles when you sketch stuff out you just die and you know it

crossposts from my kingdom hearts twitter~ if you’re into unfinished sketches, soriku and general kh tomfoolery, that’s my new house

Outside Looking In

(This is my submission for the Voltron Gen Mini Bang @voltrongenminibang genminibang I was lucky enough to be paired with @eeriekiri and you can see the amazing paired art here)

Packed my bags last night, pre-flight. Zero hour nine AM.

This was it. What all his training had lead to. He would be the pilot to Kerberos. Shiro was done with the battery of tests, from his skills to his physical endurance, to his psychological make up. This was it, this was the real thing.

It was in a sterile office that he learned the information. He swallowed all his excitement to stay professional but some of it must have leaked through as the general congratulated him. “You should be proud, Shiro.”

He had met his two passengers while they all went through their final screenings before selection. He wasn’t all that surprised with Sam Holt being on the mission, there were few with his extent of knowledge that was both willing and capable of going on the extended journey, and as he got to know Matt during their various interviews Shiro realized this was a healthy father-son relationship that would not be strained by being confined in close quarters with each other. That and Matt himself was an agreeable guy. While easily excited about the prospects of going on the mission, Matt was also very sharp witted. He wasn’t just book smart, lost in his own thoughts and raw data, Matt was someone that was participating in life.

Shiro knew that he would, in theory, get along with whoever the two other teammates on the mission were. That was what all the various group meetings with different pilots and scientists was about. Compatibility was not likely to be an issue, but Shiro had a hunch he might get to know Matt not just as a college but as a friend.

As the date to the final announcements came closer and scientists Shiro had not found very enjoyable during interviews or had no opinion on one was or another started to be reassigned to new positions, Shiro had begun to believe he might make it. It wasn’t his skills that he questioned it was his ability to stay sane around some of the other scientists. While the Holts were almost giddy about the possible scientific breakthroughs and historic precedent of the mission, they were not haughty about their knowledge and were, almost ironically, down to Earth.

Looking back at the long months, years if he counted his cadet training, to get to this point Shiro couldn’t think that it hadn’t been worth it. Sam Holt, during one of their preflight meetings, had been right. They were going to make history no matter the outcome to the mission.

“Are you worried about being on a flight with a father and son?” Keith asked sitting across from Shiro, idly playing with the straw of his lemonade.

Shiro had been excited to share the news of his impending space travel before his name was shared with media sources. That’s why him and Keith were at this cafe. While Sam and Matt Holt were probably sharing the information with their family, Shiro wanted to share it with the closest person he had here at the Garrison.

“I’m not worried about nepotism, favoritism or exaggerated expectations,” Shiro explained after thinking about Keith’s concern for a moment in the guise of sipping his coffee. “Commander Holt might be my superior officer, but the tasks that Matt and I fulfill are completely different. It’s really a non-issue.”

“But what if they weren’t different?” Keith pressed.

Shiro shook his head. “You’re borrowing trouble. Commander Holt is human, I’m not saying there wouldn’t ever be any bias, but from what little I know of him he seems to try to be a fair and just man. Time will tell, but I already respect him.”

Keith’s worries seemed to be rested for the time being, and Shiro was sure, now that he’d given it some thought, his respect for Commander Holt was only going to grow.

One last shower! Shiro did not expect he’d see another for almost half a year. He tried and failed to imagine how things would change, because change was surely going to happen. It was a fool’s errand though, he was no fortune teller. After a few more minutes than his regular showers he was out, clean shaven and quickly dried off. In a mood that was anything but solemn, thought he tried to fake it once he stepped out the door of his quarters, Shiro headed out to meet up with his liaison that would take him to the launch pad. There he would be updated with any last minute changes in protocols as they settled for launch.

It’s lonely out in space on such a timeless flight.

(To read rest)

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