The Shape of Sheith - A Monster Sheith Zine
The Shape Of Sheith - A Monster Sheith Zine archives the works of our zine contributors, containing stories featuring Voltron Legendary Defender's Shiro and Keith in AUs featuring one of both of them as some kind of supernatural or mythological creatures!
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When Keith washed up on the shores of a strange, faraway island, he expected to die. He was, after all, a siren, and already injured, and few people take kindly to a monster on their shores. Instead, a handsome stranger named Shiro scoops him up and saves him, even over the disapproval of the people around him. As he recovers with Shiro's help, Keith finds something he never could have expected: a home.
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A Guilty Conscience Needs No Accuser by oh___daiisy
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
17 Oct 2019
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“Blood was shed and I was summoned,” the monster repeated slowly, voice unmuffled and clearer, though the teeth poking from his lower jaw made the words a little harder to pronounce. Their eyes met in a clicking thunderstorm, a knot being tied as their bond was sealed. “I am an oni.”
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Piece I wrote for the digital bonus zine of Shape of Sheith: A Monster Sheith zine.
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𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹
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Piece written for "Shape of Sheith," a Sheith Monster zine!
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He survived through a decade of war only to break the first and most important rule of any officer in the Royal Army – control your djinni.
Oh, Shiro tried. He tried to follow the orders he was given. He summoned the djinni whose true name stuck in his head and refused to leave.
Keyrthrialin.
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Shiro’s heard the stories — the forest around Camp Silver Lake is haunted by a terrible monster.
Sometimes the kids say it has a stag’s head and glowing eyes like coals, other times they swear it’s a man made of shadows, or maybe a woman; there’s no telling. Other times, they say the crows in the pines are watching them, and speaking in low, garbled tongues.
Shiro never took much stock in the stories — they are, after all, just stories.