So I’m really into musicals right now and you should probably listen to/ watch 21 Chump Street first because otherwise this looks kind of really awkward lol
it’s wierd how I didn’t draw the scenes that I actually intended to draw and which made me make this crossover in the first place lol well I imagined it as a story board in the first place so maybe I will make an animatic when I have time (should I do it? and if I don’t should I make a continuation or at least draw the actual scenes I wanted to draw?? lol)
anyway i’m crying about the idea of keith finding comfort with hunk because he was the first person we saw who didn’t judge keith in the belly of the weblum episode and who tried to make light of something keith was still coming to grips with, who definitely still is.
hunk has so much potential to be a Rock to him, who can help alleviate his worries and his stresses, a calm harbor. a nice soft shoulder to lean on. someone who can make him laugh even when he doesn’t feel like it
Allura: I suppose I should talk about how the cafe was founded. When I graduated college my father proposed to me I run my own small business before taking on the family company.
Lance: Allura here is the princess of Altea department stores like… for real. She is swimming in the hot okane* stacks!! ( money)
Allura: Yes well. I have always been interested in the idea but many of the maid cafes around us lacked subtly. While I love delighting and entertaining with more of the otaku brand culture, I wanted to add my own. We often hold lessons on fine dining and western tea. Helping our customers become more eloquent and elegant and poised.
Coran: I of course as her father’s assistant, saw to that Allura was doing her job.
Allura: Now I love the shop, struggles aside it is so rewarding.
Coran: Now for the rest of you scrappy lot!
Allura: Yes! Why did you all join us?
Shiro: Ah.. i-it seemed interesting (( 'cause he liked Allura))
Lance: Y-Yeah good work opportunity (( ‘cause he liked Allura ))
Hunk: I get to spend time with my b-buddy! (( Lance’s wingman/ free food ))
Pidge: Money. (( Lance’s backup wingman…. and really money ))
Keith: Broke a window.
Keith: It’s alright. A job’s a Job, right? But a reason?
I actually really didn’t want to do this but since my new job seems to be screwing me over I’ll have to get by without a paycheck for longer than I expected… I just really need any extra money I can get right now.
So I’m opening up emergency commissions!
• up to two characters • basic color + shades • payment via PayPal • digital only • no backgrounds • 10 6 slots open • I’m really slow, so it may take up to a week for me to finish an artwork
I’ll draw pretty much anything (except for furries) just send me a message and we’ll talk though the details ♥
Can I request the crew having a night off and playing strip poker and Keith hardcore pins after shiro 👀
hey anon i want to let u kno that my Weekend of Work™ got interrupted by my laptop shitting out and I laid down on the sofa and contemplated life and thought of this prompt and hammered it out on my iPod so that I wouldn’t chuck my macbook out my window. I’m posting it from my iPod too so I’m sorry in advance for the formatting and the fact that this is me as a person. enjoy!
tries to squash the idea as soon as Lance brings it up. Hunk, being a terrible
enabler, eggs Lance on. Pidge, who never loses at anything ever, encourages him
as well. It’s a horrible, horrible idea and Keith wants to distance himself as
much as possible from it. Allura will snap all their necks with her bare hands
when she figures out the truth, and then put them in the healing pods so she
can do it again.
Keith voices these concerns. No one
listens. He tries to voice them again covertly when Lance brings up the
idea in front of the Princess. Keith has to sit at the table and watch as Lance
can barely contain his glee at passing off a card game as an Important Earthly
“My friends and I used to play something very
similar,” Allura muses, and there goes Keith’s out for the entire situation.
“It’d be a good stress relief. “
Keith tries to beg off, tries pretends he
accidentally injured himself training with the robot gladiators.
“I don’t think this game requires any physical
effort,” Allura says when he tries to tell her this, while Lance nods eagerly
Shiro raises his eyebrows, and Keith prays that
he’s going to do the sensible thing and put an end to this before it even
“Huh,” Shiro says, looking at Lance and Hunk.
“I’ve never played poker before.”
This is how Keith knows he’s living in the
Lance sets up the rules; if you don’t have GAC,
you throw in clothing instead. There is a grand total of three people who don’t
have any intergalactic space money; Keith and Shiro, because they never had any
to begin with, and Lance, because he has secretly given all of it to Pidge. She
insists she doesn’t need it because she is about to wipe the floor with them.
Keith also has no doubt in mind that Pidge is a sharp card counter, and that
Lance is looking for an excuse to get shirtless in front of Allura.
Keith takes some pride in the fact that he’s
actually not too bad at the game; at most, he might just lose his jacket. He’s
a little concerned for Shiro, who watches with wide doe eyes as Lance explains
is, the fact that Shiro’s shirt is tight enough to show his muscles flex
underneath when he does something as simple as gesturing towards a map, is
enough to make Keith run hot. If Shiro loses his clothes, Keith’s going
to lose his mind in front of all the other paladins, and then will have to
eject himself into space out of sheer embarrassment.
going to be honest, he’s actually the most concerned for himself.
Shiro is an evil, evil liar and Keith briefly
prays that Coran will walk in with an emergency mission and they will have to
abandon the game. No such thing happens.
They’re all converged on the floor of the
lounge, pressed up against the curving half of the circular seating area.
It’s very little comfort that Lance is almost as
undressed as Keith is. Allura and Pidge have a claim on almost all the GAC and
Hunk’s started to break into a nervous sweat. Lance is in his undershirt and
jeans, while Keith is down to his boxers and left sock.
Shiro sits fully clothed beside Keith, legs
crossed as he still tries and pretends this is all beginner’s luck. No one
believes him. Keith has to tilt his cards away, because Shiro’s decided that he
needs to lean against Keith instead of keeping his distance. He says it’s so
that Keith can help him understand the game when he needs assistance. Keith’s
sure it’s because Shiro is hyper aware of what he’s doing at any given moment
of the day. Keith also thinks it’s worse to feel the fabric of Shiro’s shirt
rub against his bare skin when Shiro shifts, than it would have been to see
Shiro shirtless. Something in his lizard brain is sparking at the thought of
him telling everyone else to get lost while he climbs Shiro like a tree.
“I thought you said you didn’t know how to
play,” Keith says flatly, and Shiro does an incredibly poor job of hiding his
“Maybe I just got a really thorough rundown of
the game,” he says and Keith snorts.
“I’ll show you a thorough rundown,” he mutters
under his breath and Lance makes a gagging sound.
“Hello,” Hunk says. “There are other people in
this room too.”
Keith gives him the finger, and doesn’t miss the
press of Shiro’s knee against his thigh.
It doesn’t take Keith long to lose the sock.
Lance loses his undershirt, Hunk has to give up his headband, Allura takes off
her tiara and Shiro has forfeited his fanny pack. Keith is pretty sure he did
that on purpose, just to make Keith feel better. Pidge folds out of the game,
and gives her winnings to Allura to keep playing. She claims it’s to make
things fair, but she also claims that the sight of Keith and Lance shirtless
has made her slightly nauseous.
“Dude,” Lance says, shielding his eyes as Keith
tosses the sock into the pile. “I’m seeing way more of you than I need to right
Shiro lets out a short laugh from beside him.
Keith elbows him and Shiro catches it easily. His hand is warm and big against
Keith’s arm, and Keith has to actively work at not openly staring as Shiro
It takes only ten minutes or so till Allura is
smiling sweetly at Keith. His face has gone completely red and he stares at his
hand, cursing the cards into eternity.
“Fine,” he says, and slowly moves his hands to
his boxers. Hunk pretends to be decent by covering his eyes, and Lance mimes
throwing up. Allura continues to give him a shit-eating grin. Keith hooks a
thumb in his hemline and takes a deep breath in. Just when he’s got just enough
courage to start pulling down, a hand grabs his wrist.
Shiro’s smile belies his iron grip, and he nods
towards Keith’s hands. Keith looks at them and— right, his gloves count as
clothing too. Shiro generously peels a glove off for Keith and throws it into
the pile, and Keith tries to be discreet about rubbing his wrist when he gets
it back. At least he’s red enough from before that no one notices the blush
creeping down to his chest.
Somehow, Keith stumbles upon some luck, and he
stays in his boxers and one glove till it’s Lance that’s the furthest behind.
It doesn’t have the effect Lance desires, because Allura is too busy winning to
pay attention to him.
Lance calls the game when it’s his turn to take
his underwear off; Hunk looks immensely relieved and Allura cackles.
“This was fun,” she says gleefully, pocketing
her easily-won money. “Let’s do it again soon.”
“Let’s not,” Keith offers. Yet again, he is
Allura leaves first, with Hunk and Lance trailing
behind. Keith reaches for his pants, wanting to put them on quickly so that he
can escape to his room and work on erasing the memory of this game.
Shiro stops him with a hand on his shoulder, pulling
him back against the lounge seats.
“It’d be a shame not to finish,” Shiro says
lightly, and it takes a second for it to click for Keith. He still thinks
Shiro’s a little shit for pretending to be new though, so he shrugs.
“I may not be the best,” Keith says. “But don’t
think you can win against me. Don’t know if it’s worth playing.”
It’s a blatantly lame and empty threat. Keith
knows Shiro can tell by the type of smile he gives Keith.