Happy (belated) Birthday Keith!
(Lance can’t be stopped)
If I had more time I’d have Kosmo teleporting his way out of the party hat.
Keithtober day 1: Smiling Keith
There are a ton of great prompt lists out this year, and I’m probably gonna be sampling from a couple different ones, but for now I’m starting with squivulous’s list! <3<3
quick thing before s7 drops and destroys us all...
Theres’s canon support for Artist Keith and I’m so happy ;_;
After several days of frantic preparation, we are excited to unveil @fluffbingo! It’s a prompt challenge where you get a bingo card full of fluff based prompts much like @badthingshappenbingo but this time it’s all about warm fuzzies! Come on over and check it out, and we hope you have fun with it. :3
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How about "Accidentally hurt by friend" with Keith, and maybe Klance for the bingo? :3
So the cross is done, and the circles have been requested and I’ll be getting to them in (hopefully) a timely fashion!!
Here is Accidentally Hurt by Friend for @damnspider, thanks for asking :)
“Don’t take your helmet off.”
That had been the one thing Coran had really emphasized when he sent Keith and Lance on a scouting mission.
“Seeing as we’re passing by Mylanos, we may as well pick up some mylithnonite! It’s really rare in your home galaxy, and we need it if we’re to construct a new castle. Just, whatever you do, don’t take off your helmets,” he’d said, and with that, sent the pair of them off in the Red Lion.
It was a comfort to Keith that despite having been gone for two whole years, his team, his family, had seemed to remain the same. He slotted back into the well-oiled cogs of Team Voltron as if he had never left, and his and Lance’s friendly banter picked up almost exactly where it had left off as they picked their way, side by side, across the barren, rocky terrain of Mylanos.
“It never occured to you to maybe, I dunno, update your hairstyle when you were getting bigger and more grizzled?” ribbed Lance. They had to be very careful, Mylanos was perpetually covered in a thick white fog that reduced visibility down to only a few meters around them.
“No,” replied Keith, smiling despite himself. He’d missed everyone so much that not even Lance making fun of his hair could dent his happiness at being back in their presence.
“Just because it doesn’t really match the rest of your aesthetic,” continued Lance.
“My aesthetic?”
“Yeah, your broody, badass, devil-may-care aesthetic. Well, that’s the aesthetic you would have if it weren’t for the mullet.”
“What’s my… aesthetic with the mullet?”
“It’s sad, Keith. Really, really, sad,” said Lance, exaggerated and whiny, yet utterly charming in a way only he seemed able to manage.
Aaaah I LOVE IT!! \(★ω★)/ THANK YOUUUU
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Ep 1 of Voltron Season 7 is Premiering at SDCC
Can’t go? Bookmark the link above, then join me, @shallura, @spiral-comet, @articianne and others on July 20 at 10:15 AM PDT as we unite in a Voltron liveblogging squad to share San Diego Comic-Con with you! We’ll start our liveblog as soon as we’re seated at the panel.
Here’s a link to help convert to your own timezone: (17:15 UTC). See you there!
P.S. If the time conversion link doesn’t work, copy paste this into your browser:
https://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/fixedtime.html?msg=SDCC+Voltron+Panel+%28Season+7+Premiere+Episode%29&iso=20180720T1015&p1=770&ah=1
Just in case you didn’t see it!
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Okay how about "Take me Instead" with Keith! and with platonic Klance or Kidge. :3
Administrative stuff: this is for the @badthingshappenbingo, in the Voltron: Legendary Defender fandom.
For reference, red X has been done, blue circles requested. not that y’all couldn’t figure that out, sheesh
Alright, here goes!! “Take Me Instead”, with platonic Kidge (good one, I live for Kidge friendship) :D This monstrosity is about 1800 words, beware. It was just too much fun.
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“I don’t understand.” Keithscowled over Pidge’s shoulder at the device on the counter before them. “Whatdoes it do?”
Pidge, unwilling to let suchmundane things as purpose dim the stars in her eyes, dug out her pouch of GAC.“It’s a robot, Keith, it doesn’t needto do anything now, I’m gonna upgradeit! How much?”
“Three thousand GAC.” The way thealien shopkeeper’s assessing gaze roamed over Pidge gave Keith theheebie-jeebies. He stepped closer, looming behind her.
“Pidge. You don’t need this robot.”
“Keith.” Pidge did not look upfrom her wallet. “I need this robot.” Now she did look up at him, and somehowher eyes were bigger, wider, and her face was doing something that made it hardto remember why he had thought the robot was a stupid idea. Oh.
“Are you… using puppy-dog eyes onme?”
Her eyes got bigger (was thatpossible? Apparently so), and now he felt guilty for accusing her.
“Is it working? I’m short a couplehundred GAC.”
And just like that, whatever magicwas in the puppy eyes was gone. “We’re supposed to be looking for supplies forthe castle.”
“With your money! I brought myown. I just need a couple hundred, you know Coran gave you way more than we’llneed. Please, Keith, I need this robot. Look at it! It’s socute! How can you say no to such a cute-” “Pile of metal?” “Keeeiiiith,” she whined, whacking him inthe arm. “Pleeeeeeeaaase, Keith?”
Matt probably would have beenable to say no. Shiro too, maybe even Lance. They all had experience withyounger siblings. But no, they sent Keith, who had no idea how to handle hugeeyes and a face full of desperate need for something frankly trivial. He wasnot prepared for this at all.
Sometimes surrender was the onlyoption. Keith yanked out his wallet and began flipping out GAC. “I’m nothelping you fix it.”
“But Keith, you’re my best labassistant! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Pidge tucked the robot lovingly under her armand turned a blindingly bright smile up at Keith.
Keith sighed and shook his head.He had a feeling that he was going to end up helping fix the robot. “C’mon, weneed to look for that component-thingy.”
“Flux modulator,” Pidge correctedabsently, engrossed in fiddling with the robot. Keith dropped a hand onto hershoulder to steer her through the teeming masses, scowling out from under hisbangs at the scurrying aliens who hurried this way, that, and always across thepath he was trying to steer Pidge through. Crowds had always been hard for him,but since bonding with Red his instincts tended to go haywire whenever he feltsurrounded or not in control.
“Woah,” Pidge muttered, peeringup over her glasses as Keith yanked her to a stop just before a horde of tinyorange aliens screeched across the end of the aisle. “Keith, you okay, man?”
“I’m fine,” Keith said tightly.Something was wrong; his instincts were screaming – he needed to fight, run,fly – anything to calm the fire burning down his spine. “Let’s just get the frackmandala” “Flux modulator-” “-and get back to the lions.”
“You got it.” Perhaps picking upon whatever had Keith’s senses firing, Pidge put the robot into her satchel andpeered around at the stalls. “Ooh, maybe over there.” She wriggled out from underhis hand and darted over to the corner stall.
Something was coming – he couldn’ttake it anymore. Keith drew his bayard, glad he had ignored Allura when she orderedthem to leave all paladin-identifying gear behind. Screw the flip-flop macerator,he was getting Pidge out of here. They could find it somewhere else.
“Pidge, let’s- PIDGE!” Keithpelted for the alley, heart in his throat. A large green arm had snaked out ofthe shadows and latched onto the littlest paladin, yanking her out of sightbefore she could so much as startle at the unexpected contact.
Keith activated his bayard, arrivingin a whirl of violence. Five huge aliens blocked his way, while a sixth hauleda struggling Pidge down the alley, heading for a pod parked at the other end. Ithad her tucked under its arm like a ragdoll, one three-clawed hand wrappedentirely around her head, and though Pidge was one of the fiercest people heknew, without her bayard the size disparity was simply too great for her to domore than annoy the hulking alien with her struggles.
Keith charged, cutting down oneof the aliens with a swift slash across its throat before the rest swarmed him.He raised his blade to block an overhead strike, letting the angle of his sworddeflect his opponent’s blade down and off to one side, before whirling hissword about to parry the next attack. Shoving the blade off of his own, Keithyanked his knife out of its sheath at his back and stabbed blindly to his left,where he could feel a third alien approaching from behind. The alien gurgledand screamed, but kept coming, and the other two were swiftly recovering aswell. And all the while Pidge was being hauled toward the pod. Keithglanced about the narrow alley frantically. He needed some sort ofadvantage; between their size and their numbers, there was no way he was goingto take all three down on his own.
A pile of crates stackedhaphazardly against the wall protruded from a mounded pile of discarded trash.Keith yelled and ducked under the rightmost alien’s scythe-like weapon andjumped up the mound. His footing was precarious at best, but his back wasagainst a wall now and he was nearly at eye level with his opponents. One swungat him with a heavy-handed overhead strike – really, again? Clearly these guyswere not used to actual opposition – and Keith blocked it easily, twisting theblade aside and lunging in to take out the alien’s eyes. Three down, two to go.
The one he had just blindedstaggered into one of his remaining opponents, keening loudly, and Keith tookthe opportunity to leap atop the other one, wrapping his thighs around its’ neckand stabbing downwards through the alien’s skull. He rode the enormous body tothe ground, cleaving the last alien from neck to navel on the way down. Thatleft only the blind one, staggering across the alley in futile search of itscomrades. Keith took a running start and leapt up its back, using his momentumto bring the disoriented alien crashing to the ground. Stunned, the alien frozeas it felt Keith’s blade against its’ neck, cold metal warring with hot bloodagainst its scaly flesh.
“Let her go!” Keith shouted, proudthat his voice projected only his anger and not the crippling fear underneath. Not Pidge, please not Pidge. “Let hergo, or you lose the last of your team!”
The alien halted, its reptilianeyes skittering over the carnage Keith had wrought. Over its clawed hand, Pidge’senormous brown eyes locked onto Keith’s.
“You have brought blood-debt uponyourself, stranger,” the alien snarled.
“Let her go, and I’ll give you achance to collect,” Keith retorted. Beneath him, the blinded alien shifted, andhe ground his heel harder into its spine until it stilled.
“This small one is a lawful prize,taken fairly. She will bring good price to me.” The alien shook Pidge slightly,and Keith’s gut twisted at the strangled whimper that emerged past the thickscaly claws wrapped around her head. “What have you to offer, stranger? Your blood-debtis already greater than you can pay.”
Everything was speeding up,unlike in battle when time seemed to slow; this was too fast, too much, and allKeith could think was not Pidge, notPidge in endless, frantic loop.
“Me,” he said, ignoring Pidge’ssudden muffled cy. “Take me.”
The alien snarled. “I havealready said your debt is greater than you can pay. I tire of this. Flee, whileyou still can, before the debt-hunters are given your scent.”
“I’m a paladin!” Keith blurted. “I’ma paladin of Voltron, heard of them?”
The alien’s sudden stillness wasanswer enough.
“Take me, and I’ll pay yourblood-debt. But you have to let her go.”
The alien watched him, reptilianeyes unblinking and hard as stone. Keith stepped off the blinded alien,shifting his sword back into bayard form and sheathing his knife. “Take me,” herepeated. “But let her go.”
“What is she to you?”
“No one,” Keith said quickly –too quickly, damnit. “A messenger,” he tried again, locking eyes with Pidge’s furioushoney-gold orbs and hoping that just this once he could communicate what he wanted.“She’s just a messenger. I hired her to carry my stuff while I shopped. She’s aninnocent.”
The alien lifted Pidge, eyeingher satchel dubiously. With a single claw, it ripped the satchel down thecenter, sending the robot and various other wires and connectors they had alreadypurchased clattering to the ground. It glanced back at Keith, gaze lingering onhis bayard. Keith thanked whatever gods held sway out here for its distinctivered-and-white coloring. Thanks to Coran’s Voltron shows, most of the galaxy nowrecognized the paladin colors and bayards. Beside him, the blinded alien rolledover, scrambling to its feet, and Keith stiffened, but kept his bayarddisarmed. “Take me,” he repeated. “But let her go.”
Slowly, the alien lowered Pidgeto the ground. “Go, child,” it said harshly. “Offer thanks at your hearth thisnight for the foolish ideals of this paladin.”
“Keith,” Pidge whisperedhoarsely. Bruising was already darkening her pale skin, crossing her face inmottled hues that didn’t belong.
“Go on,” Keith said, his mindstill circling madly, stuck in its loop ofnot Pidge, not Pidge. “You’ve got a job to get back to.”
“No, I-”
The alien shoved her towards theentrance to the alley when she stayed rooted to the spot. “Run, child. Deliveryour messages.”
The giant claws descended on him,then, wrapping around Keith’s torso and pinning his arms painfully to hissides. His bayard clattered on the ground, but the alien’s sinuous tail snakeddown to seize it as well.
“Get out of here!” Keith snarledas it began to drag him away. He couldn’t try to escape until Pidge was safelyaway. She couldn’t start tracking him until she was back at her lion, she wasn’tsafe until she was back with Green.
Finally, Pidge fled, dashingtears out of her eyes, and finally, Keith’s panic over her began to subside,even as his own spiked. But Pidge was safe. He could handle whatever came next,as long as it was him and not her.
*excited flailing* ( ✧Д✧) OMG!! I LOVE IT!!! Ahaha I live for their friendship too. Keith being defenseless of her puppy dog eyes is everything lol. And every Not Pidge got me right in the gut. ;_;
THANK YUUUU
The wild dogs cry out in the night As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
For @desertkeithweek ! Was supposed to be for day 2: wildlife but I’m way late so let’s say Day 7: free day, lol.
This is a scene from hound, a wonderful fic by story_monger. It’s suspenseful, haunting, and a gorgeous study of Keith’s character and his relationships. I’m kinda loving how this part of the story now totally is a parallel to his new space pupper in s6. :3
#deserkeithweek#keith kogane#voltron#fic art#fic rec#keith's shack#I've been wanting to draw this for over a year#poor keith he knew the coyote would leave eventually#it was the best outcome truthfully#but he's still sad#I post nothing for a month then two things in one night#spiderart#long post#comic
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Illustrated Fic Collaboration: “Paths of Moonlight”
A birthday present for our darling Mochi, @kanonsymphonia. The art here was done by @damnspider , the fic idea and editing was all @greenteafiend, and then obviously I wrote the lil fic here itself.
“Hey,” Keith smiled, swimming up to Lance in the water. God he looked cute, usually he only bothered to smile when he had a good reason to, so it always made Lance’s heart soar just to see Keith’s lips hold that tiny little curl. It meant he was happy, just from something as simple as seeing Lance. “I’ve been looking for you. There’s something I wanna show you later, and I needed to find you before it starts.”
“Ooh,” Lance waggled his eyebrows back at his friend, swishing his tail in the waters dramatically. “Now that’s a mysterious little morsel. Something special happening?”
Keith grinned at him, sharp siren teeth glowing in an excited smile. “It’s the first full moon of summer.”
That just made Lance blink in confusion. “Full moon? What’s that?” He knew what the moon was, it was that weird useless white orb that floated in the surface world’s sky on the opposite end of the sun.
This time it was Keith who looked confused. “You don’t know what the moon is?”
“Sure I do,” Lance said. “I just don’t know what it’s full of. Water?”
Keith laughed, shaking his head so fast little bubbles trailed up in the water from the gills on his neck. “No, that’s just what it’s called when you can see all of it at once. Anyway, tonight it will be full, so I wanna take you up to the surface to show you something I think you’ll enjoy.”
Lance’s first instinct was to ask why the hell he’d ever go to the surface world when the sun wasn’t out to light it, it always looked to Lance like there wasn’t a damned thing going on up there. But of the two of them Keith was the only one who actively hunted and ate humans, so Lance never even needed to go above the water’s edge. If Keith said there was something worth looking at he wasn’t about to question it.
For one thing, Keith had already laughed at Lance once in the last minute, and for another, it would be kind of bad for this whole ‘Trying to show Keith how cool Lance can be and sweep him off his fins’ thing Lance had going.
So, Lance followed Keith up to the surface, both of them settling down on a craggy rock poking halfway out of the ocean. Not much more than their heads and shoulders were out of the water, but that was because Keith had brought them close enough to a beach that they’d need to both duck underwater if any humans passed by, likely able to spot them with a glance.
“Why are we so close to the beach?” Lance asked in a low voice, looking up at the sky to watch it grow red. Sunsets of course Lance knew about, he just never really bothered to go up to watch them from the air. The colors were all the same from underwater, but he’d never realized the pinks and oranges could make the clouds look so… soft.
“Because that’s where they’ll be coming from.” Keith was also watching the sky with him, sitting close to Lance on the rock so that their fins idly brushed each other when the water around them rose up in gentle waves.
Lance figured it was best not to ask, assuming Keith wanted to keep it a surprise. The sun was getting low enough now for the edges of the horizon to turn purple and the sky to grow dim, the latest point Lance had ever been out before he assumed it’d be too dark to see anything and went home.
Which meant he’d never before actually seen the stars. He’d seen hints of them before, tiny dim little dots of white growing in the distance, but he’d assumed that had been all there was to it. Lance had never known that when the sun went all the way down and the veil of blackness fell over the entire sky, that was when every tiny dot came out to glow.
The entire sky shined with white sparkles, swirling in patterns Lance’s eyes weren’t sophisticated enough to follow. Millions and millions of tiny lights, not just in the sky, but even reflecting down onto the surface of the wind-stilled ocean to make the top of the very black waters they swam in glitter brilliantly around them. And in the center of it all, the moon, huge and round and bright enough to light up the sand of the beach with white, still rising into the sky in preparation for the night’s journey east.
“Holy shit,” Lance gasped in awe, swimming a few feet out to spin a little loop in the water, as if just to prove to himself he really was surrounded by stars on all sides. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen this before, it’s so beautiful…”
The purr of Keith’s light chuckle swam up behind him, meeting Lance in the middle of the waters to agree. “Yeah, I can’t believe you haven’t either. It only happens every single night.”
Lance laughed back, swatting Keith on the shoulder. And then of course, noticed the way the moonlight caught on Keith’s wet black hair to make it shine, the dim light practically casting a halo around his head that only made his sparkling eyes and warm smile stand out even more.
Red scales kissed Keith’s cheeks like freckles, spreading out from the fins of his ears to just touch the bridge of his nose. Lance had always loved the pattern, and right now the moonlight was making those same scales catch the light so they shined pink against his skin. He wanted to reach out and touch them, maybe even use his lips to taste how soft Keith’s skin was for himself, but… For right now, Lance was still too much of a coward to even reach out and take his hand.
“It’s starting soon,” Keith whispered to Lance after what was probably an inappropriately long period of staring. He swam closer to the shore, so close in fact that if he went any farther he’d be flopping his tail out of the water to roll up on the sand like a seal. Lance joined him, still deep enough in the water to avoid beaching themselves if the tide changed but close enough to see the mound in the sand Keith was pointing to.
The dirt, Lance eventually noticed, was beginning to writhe. Sand shifting and falling away slowly, whatever was buried underneath determinedly clawing its way to the surface.
When the first tiny green-black dot poked itself out of the sand to flail its way out, Lance finally realized what was going on. These were baby turtles, being born. Hatching their way out of their shells and digging out of the sand as their very first act on this Earth, the struggle of new lives fighting for their place in the world taking place right in front of their very eyes.
“Oh my goooodddddd,” Lance whispered, edging even further out of the water to get a better look. “Keith, look at them they are the tiniest cutest things I’ve ever seen!”
Even from the corner of his eye he could see Keith smiling at him, an affectionate “I know, right?” rolling off his tongue. “They hatch on the full moon and then follow its reflection on the water straight into the ocean.”
The sand was all shifting and falling away, the squirming mass of new life unburying itself to meet the world. Babies, teeny tiny babies, clearing out the sand to reveal what looked to be at least a hundred of them.
“There are so many, why are there so many? Look how fast they’re coming out, I can’t believe they just hatched!”
Keith giggled again, bumping his shoulder against Lance’s playfully. “There have to be a lot, imagine how easy it is for seagulls to pick them up and eat ‘em like this.”
That made Lance pause. “They do look pretty tasty,” he admitted. “But they’re so CUTE who could ever be so heartless?”
They both joined in on a quiet chuckle, watching as the first baby turtle squirmed its way out of the hole he’d shared with his siblings to waddle out on land, teeny little flippers flailing out to crawl forward towards the ocean. More followed, and what was a moment ago nothing more than a wiggling spot of sand was now a full swarm of baby sea turtles, all spreading out to wander over the beach in confused newborn excitement.
The really amazing part was how fast it all went from there. The little guys wiggled their way down the beach at kind of an amazing clip, the first baby reaching him and Keith in the water after only five minutes and the very last one wiggling his way out of the sand pit he was born in only ten minutes after.
The final tiny turt slid down the hill they were on to tumble onto his back, taking a few long moments of flailing around pathetically. Lance was almost ready to claw is way over to just… give him a little nudge back onto his feet, but just as he was preparing to move the little guy managed to twist his way around and catch a foothold to turn himself over and continue on his quest.
Keith and Lance both watched him make his way down to the water, watched the current lap him up into his first swim. And then, because they were friggin’ mermaids, followed him for a little while after too, curious to see if any of these little babies actually knew what to do or where to go once they got in the ocean.
“Soooo cuuuuute,” Lance cooed again, now close enough to look at the little guy’s itty-bitty face. His eyes were so huge and his little flappers were still so clumsy in the water, Lance loved him and would die for this baby. “I wanna keep him!”
Keith snickered, grabbing Lance’s wrist where he had been about to poke at the turtle’s little fins to still him in the water. “No, we can’t keep him,” he smiled. “He’s not a fish, stupid, he still needs air.”
Lance pouted. “What, like all the time?”
This time they both laughed, and neither of them followed as they watched the current take their new little friend into the dark waters and out of sight, trusting he and the rest of the newborns would be safe because that was all they could really do.
But, while Keith was still loosely holding onto his wrist like that, Lance may have taken the opportunity to adjust it and take Keith’s hand in his. And they may have stayed hand in hand while they swam back into the deeper waters, occasionally passing tiny new turtles on their way home.
Happy Birthday @kanonsymphonia !! We love you!!! *melts over sea turtle babies
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Post the last sentence you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words in that sentence.
So, I was tagged by both @residentanchor and @imtoobiforyou to do this, so I’m going to go ahead and kill two birds with one stone and make this separate post to satisfy both. This sentence is from a story that probably won’t be posted for some time, but I’m rather proud of what I just wrote for it, so here we go.
He never even noticed the figure in the corner, watching him with a look of pained understanding.
Well, that’s seventeen words. I’m not sure if I even know seventeen writers on here. Well, I guess I could try…
@prplzorua @milomeepit @a-valorous-choice @arc852 @ellistruggle @k9cat @my-happy-little-bean @omgoreokitkat-21 @parkersanders @romanssippycup @sanderssidecanons @thelogicalloganipus @wolfishhel @wisepuma23
I came up with fourteen. Close enough. Have fun.
Tentativley she placed a hand on his forehead…no fever. Not a hint of warmth.
No warmth-
17. This one’s for the upcoming chapter of Innerworks, y'all are gonna love this ;)
@randomslasher @writing-thuri @trashsinsunrelenting @pretty-mr-sanders @justanotherpurplebutterfly @romanssippycup @tinysidestrashcaptain @what-even-is-thiss @the-prince-and-the-emo @the-sanders-sides @prinxietyhell @princeyandanxiety @remmythepegasis @princelogical @virgils-old-sweater @emphoenixcat @thelogicalloganipus
This is from an original story I’m writing on pen and paper with no preplanned plot or characters or anything. I’ve just been seeing where it goes from each word I write.
“And while the prince listened, he found it hard to concentrate, for the curse was affecting him too.”
“I can’t do it, Logan.”
((lab no fair i was gonna do this and tag u)) ((also gonna reblog this on here instead of my main if that’s chill))
catch me working on the sightless epilogue
“ Virgil’s fingers ghosted across the brand new braille adorning the cereal collection. “
um i have No Friends sooo ill try my best
12; @virmillion (me??? tagging u back??? never) @anxious-fander-talian-bean @ironwoman359 @altruistic-skittles @5am-the-foxing-hour @iris-sanders-athena @vir-gull @finger-gunsss @romanamongthestars @sleepyssnail @the-psycho-pie @scorching-scotch
cs68127
“It was in white, flickering pale blues and pinks like all protection runes do.”
14: @sunstar121 @highwarlockofhogsmeade @roofingdoggo @lockedinabookstore @pigeon130 @laureninthewoods @cthebooklover @angstyyyyyyy @iwasanaxolotlinapastlife @vrepit-sass @royeolaa @that-one-punk-gay @prettyyellow-bisexual @teenageapocalypsesurvivior
I don’t think you guys are all writers lol but whatever LOOK I HAVE 14 PEOPLE I CAN TAG, THAT’S MORE THAN I HAD LIKE 6 MONTHS AGO (I… I had five people I could tag six months ago.)
“Fucking… offbrand Mark lmaooo”
guess you get to read it twice, Chris. And the other people I tag, too!
He shot out his hand and Dark screamed as Phantom took control of his magic, his aura, him.
@arrival-of-the-jims @thedundundunnnsong @vixyrules @reverseblackholeofwords @booksgamesnetflix @bingiplierdaily @bing-iplier @driplierstdaily @snowelfxx @snowwolf5552 @olive-is-a-jim @jim-protection-squad @jiiiimmmm-with-dyed-hair @neon-comets @beesinmyenvelopes @loki-isnt-so-lucky @ironwoman359 @theinvisiblespoon
vixyrules
Despite his confidence Johnnie once had in his ability of controlling elemental, he had doubts in his own own abilities to turn this around and get back in control of the situation.
@roman-is-a-dramatic-prince @sir-anxxy @a-lexicon-of-words @ccecode @astraastro @ambolynx @barmecideblu @sir-anxxy @sqeesh-sqoosh @t-rexhighfives @lethalv0ide @a-fandom-trashdump @bunny222 @randomfanderfriend @alurea-actually @astraastro @punttonsanders @witch197 @saltylemonbarwithpoweredsugar @uncomfortableteen @lostcybertronian @alri13jfla @catgirlwarrior @shatteredpluto @pllandcompany @nerdwithoutangst @phlying-squirrel @akiokada @astraastro @soysaucevictim @fantazyiskey
Oh Heck I don’t write so time to look though my PM’s…
“WHY AM I AN UNFROSTED POPTART?!”
… I’m not giving an explenation
This is from a request!
“In this moment, Lance McClain is none of those things - in this moment, he is afraid.”
Tagging: @allycat31415 @darknightvirgil @a-heartbroken-patton @secretlyanxiouspersona @charmingsides @thekeytohappiness-is-you @ocotopushugs @rejectedathena @romanamongthestars @heir-of-the-founders @entitydark @lunarcanine @quietwords-loudthoughts @mukkybee @princeanxious @fantazyiskey
(You ofc don’t have to if you don’t want to!)
Hiiiiii!!!!! (@thekeytohappiness-is-you this counts)
“It reminded them both of when they were young, so reckless and naive.”
This is from my Sweet Dreams, Thomas AU.
Haven’t done much writing post surgery so last text it is:
“Sling to bed?”
consultinghuntertimelady
ASDFGHJKLNCIEUHNJL I’VE BEEN CAUGHT
‘And with that, Dean leaned in for another kiss.’
(I’ve been writing a destiel fic, and this happened to be the last sentence of that chapter. Good way to end, huh?)
oreox10
“W-what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Providing no context, but it is from my WIP- Blood Awakened
8 words, but I don’t know that many writers on tumblr so I’ll just tag these 4:
Alexandria whispered in the back of my head.
8 words, I only know a few writers on Tumblr so here is 3:
koganewest
“And then, with palpable shame coloring his cheeks, Keith took a step forward and embraced his fate.”
i’m honored that you thought of me for this!!! can’t even believe it tbh! much appreciated :))
i don’t know enough writers on here, but here are some mutuals i thought of!
Thanks for tagging me @koganewest !
‘There’s still half an hour until his first alarm goes off.’
…that sentence actually holds a lot more significance that it seems :P
Hmm.. eleven people is a bit tricky… as for those who I don’t think have been tagged yet…??
cuivienengazer
Thanks for the tag, @callaeidae3!
Beside him, Hunk’s position is a foil to his, back against the wall and legs stretched out along the floor.
Curse my long-ass sentence. 20 people is just… not going to happen. Ummm…. @damnspider, @lionswaps, @castielsbroken-wings, @binart, @icypantherwrites, @aggie2011whoop, any of you been tagged yet?
(hmm apparently I write mostly notes nowadays...)
The doors closed behind them, leaving a silent hall to the twins, the sorcerers, and the shadows.
17 words, haha also not going to happen. Ok let’s see... Sorry if any of you have already been tagged: @thesmutwitch, @froldgapp, @greenteafiend, @rangergirl3, @cw9000, @watachan, @keiths-bubble-butt, @stardust-and-blades, (that’s all the ones I can think of and also can get to work :/)
For @froldgapp who needed baby Keith and Krolia on the hoverbike! :3
So I know it’ll probably be Matt or Coran DMing the dnd campaign, but I can dream.
(Lance totally made dice bags for everyone)
Hey all! I can finally show you what I’ve been working on for the last year! I’m really proud to be the artist on this project for LINE webtoon together with some amazing writers and I can’t wait for it to go live this fall!
From the announcement:
- Divination by Eisner-nominee Val Staples (Criminal, X-Men), Gina Iorio, and Melinda Timpone – launching this fall
“In the gothic thriller Divination, readers will explore the world of death, demons, spirits, and angels, after Ana’s teenage life is thrown into chaos when she begins to see manifestations of the undead. As the mysterious Reapers continue to appear with more intensity, Ana soon finds herself on a path towards an uncertain destiny that will have drastic consequences for both her and the entire world.”
#webcomics#art#*happy flailing*#I hope you all like it#its so damn fun#also btw more vld art is coming and im even taking requests though those will be a long time coming haha#i still need to do the art i promised for my favorite ppl on this site#also WN next pages are in production as well! I figured out the current scene finally and I love it#spiderart#i have a lot to do ahaha#so of course now is when i get interested in animatics
Here’s a preview for one of my pieces for the Rainforest plance zine! http://plance-zine.tumblr.com/ Sales open tomorrow! :)
Can I just say that I binged you comic White Noise the other couple days and I LOVE it! I really Love your art style and character design. And your story has a lot of Merit as well, I'm really intrigued to find out about the mystery between Wren and Winter, plus about the other characters hanging out in the banner. So thank you for making such an awesome comic!
;_; Thank you so much! I waited a while to respond to this cause I just liked having it in my inbox where I could look at it. XD I hope y’all will like what I have planned for Wren and Winter!