#ostrinusastorum

        Allura’s voice came over the general comm system for the castle, since she wasn’t exactly sure where he was at the moment. Much easier than walking around trying to find him. There was a tinge of excitement in her voice, but she was doing her best to quell it to not spoil the reason she was summoning him.

Kolivan’s decision was confusing to Keith at first, but everyone did agree to thinking that he was the best choice to being the next leader of the Blades. There would be a lot of his shoulders, but Keith was able to handle the more recent situations pretty well. Allies were needed and that wasn’t found until the meeting with Voltron. Plus Keith had his hands on the Red Lion since he was the only one that was able to pilot her, it was him who had found her stuck on that Galran ship one day. Because of Keith being able to pilot the Lion, it made him one of the paladins of Voltron especially after Red made it clear that no one else could pilot her. Things were going to be an adjustment as Keith had no choice, but he could still give orders from the Altean base. 

He also could get help from his second-in-command if needed especially when in the middle of battle and unable to communicate with the blades. 

It was after the latest battle as Keith was checking up with the Blades since they were able to get a break from fighting against the Galra. He needed to make sure that everything went smoothly on the latest mission since they had gotten more intel from Lotor. The intel had proven helpful before while Keith was trying to avoid from loosing anyone else in this war, their numbers were small enough already. 

[still accepting!]

he’s used it before. you don’t go through the life he does for 10,000 years without never having developed a bit of a habit. honestly i’m not sure if galra would be able to ingest alcohol, because cats can’t drink it and i’m not sure if they would be able to ingest any fermented plant, really. but he’s half altean, and i would imagine that alteans are able to drink some sort due to a more omnivorous diet (albeit one that leans heavily toward meat).

whereas there was less room to start drinking or getting hooked on any other kind of substance in the palace--military discipline was hardcore and he was never interested in turning to substances--he would’ve started drinking during his exile. at the time, when he was able to really take stock of everything that had happened to him over the past few thousand years, ingesting alcoholic substances would have seemed like a much better idea than it ever did before. though initially he was afraid of getting drunk, he slowly got used to it--and you better believe he got drunk with all his generals together. has he piloted while drunk? yes. has he passed out drunk? fuck yes. has he had drunken sex? absolutely. has he harmed and killed people while drunk? you better believe it.

i can’t really see him drinking as much while being emperor as he did on a usual basis, but quite honestly he would still do it. though he was less picky during exile, in which he more or less just had to take what he could get, nowadays he only takes his alcohol in the classiest brands. when he drinks to forget nowadays, he does so only with the most expensive of wines. also, instead of drinking with others, he’d drink alone--to the point that team voltron wouldn’t even know that he had a Thing for booze.

[no longer accepting!]

ATTRACTIVENESS:

    repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

    grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

    not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

    never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

    i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

    i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

[x]

“Noir, this is a bad idea’, ‘Noir, this is gonna end badly’, ‘Noir, you’re being stupid!’ UGH!”

Was picking up an unconscious almost-certainly Galran stranger risky, if not downright dangerous? Yes! But what did Nox expect him to do, just leave him there? It wouldn’t have been right! And it’s not like they weren’t on some isolated planet in the middle of a star system; what’s the worst the guy could do when he didn’t have any back-up or anything?

An oranberry food puree was situated on the furret’s head as he made his way to where their guest was situated. He was probably hungry so something to put on his stomach would do him good.

    The explosion comes out of nowhere.

    One moment he and Lotor are fighting enemies back to back, the two of them weaving around each other like clockwork as they cut down Galra soldiers, and the next they are being catapulted dozens of meters away, debris spraying everywhere. Keith flies along the plateau until he finally skids to a stop near the edge of the battlefield. The acrid smell of charred metal and burning flesh drowns his senses as he attempts to rise. He has to get back up before someone else picks him as easy prey.

    Keith spits out a curse through gritted teeth as he tries to put weight on his left leg, a sharp pain piercing his ankle. Fuck… The wounded joint gives and he crumples back down to the ground… or he would have if not for Lotor. The Galtean wraps an arm around his torso to hold him steady, and Keith can only blink at him in surprise. “ w-what… what are you doing?? ” he stammers, eyes widening to the size of moons as Lotor proceeds to lift him up with ease.

[x]

“Simple curiosity.”

Legends were a concern for Mike 1; to live as long as he has, you are bound to leave behind traces of yourself and that was the last thing he wanted. This particular star system was of great concern since he can vaguely remember interacting with the people on a few planets...