Somebody really needs to get Lance his very own baby yupper, a.k.a. a pupper.
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You've heard of Keith with his hair in a ponytail, now get ready for
Keith with his hair half up and half down
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Sorry this is kinda rushed, Keith said that line and it hurt me so I made it better. (Just assume Shiro, Allura and Coran are having a party on the ship or something)
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Keith scuffed his boots on the snow-littered ground. He knew he was standing a little too near to the edge but it was the closest he could get. There was a guitarist basking just across the opposite platform and he wanted to go closer, but the train was arriving soon. He couldn’t afford to take a detour.
Keith kept darting his eyes onto parts of the clothings. A hoodie. Washed out jeans.
He tried not to be obvious, but it was frustrating. There wasn’t enough of a crowd to explain staring. He could tell the guitarist was tan, but he couldn’t catch a clear view of his face. The snapshots hovered in his head, but it was like trying to piece together a puzzle that he had never seen before.
He could just make out the song to be Little Drummer Boy, and he usually thought it was a stupid song, but it actually sounded…nice? Keith exhaled a puff into the frost air. The cold must be getting to his head.
The music was punctured by the distant harsh rhythm of the railway tracks. He felt a small flutter of panic. There was no telling when he would come across the guy again. He was going to take a good look across the cabin windows once the train reached him. It was his last chance.
He felt a blast of icy wind as the train entered the station. Keith quickly lifted his head and stared at the guitarist through stuttering planes of the metal walls.
Oh…a sharp face, but smooth. Long fingers too, on the guitar. He had…..blue eyes. It was dark, but definitely blue. Pretty.
And it was looking at him.
Keith froze. The train slowed to a stop, and so did his world.
It was 5 degrees, but it burned.
And he still had a train to catch.
If only he could move.
Merry Klancemas! Let’s get that xmas mood on /blowstrumpet
My piece for Klance secret santa, my giftee gave me alot of options, and I picked pining keith/guitar lance. I wanted to make something special to end the year and celebrate s2!! Vld and fanworks by the comm has given me so much happiness ❤
It was rly fun working on the animation (although gif ate like half the quality?!! my god/ cries / also it helps if you click and enlarge it)
sorryformynonexistentwritingskillslol
The bf NAILED it this year! WOOP WOOP!
All I want for Christmas is for Shiro to survive season 2.
I'll fight anyone who thinks that this beautiful boy is anything less than perfect (ง •̀_•́)ง
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and now back to ur regularly scheduled Klance hellscape~
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second doodle… was inspired by @kantr
I believe Lance would usually wind up the little spoon, only because he moves around too much in his sleep. Also, being the big spoon lets Keith hold his tossing and turning ass at least kind-of still. Sometimes.
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#klance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#seriously lance can you stop moving for maybe 5 seconds?#but keiiiiiith i'm hooooot#...we're on an ice planet#that's not the kind of hot i was talking about#winkwink#wait keith! where are you going with my pillow?#keiiiiith?#d:#your heart is as cold as this planet!#my art
Poor Lance.
(I imagine that as soon as Lance realizes his attraction, he’ll be unrelenting and that I’ll involve him icing his junk a lot after getting too “forward” or “handsy”. I also imagine Keith will accidentally torture poor Lance with his inability to understand innuendo and turn of phrase.)
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some previews of my stuff for @rollround‘s voltron zine! check out the zine here!
Just a few more ticks...
Anonymous said:can you draw keith or lance hurt and how the other would react?
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Lance would sit by the pod after everybody else would leave. Just talking to Keith, scolding him for being reckless and huffing insults under his breath. The minute the pod alerted that it was done, he would scramble clumsily to his feet and start shouting for everybody to come in. Then he would be there to catch Keith as he stumbles out, a small sheen of tears in his eyes and a giant smile on his face.
“Morning, beautiful”.
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Keith would sit perfectly silently all through the night. He would keep vigil while everybody else slept, ate, or trained. When the pod opened he would stand there, shakily, eyes raking over Lance’s form while the others surrounded him, worriedly hugging him (Hunk) or clasping a relieved hand on his shoulder (Shiro). Keith would wait until Lance noticed him, that signature cocky grin on his face and even cockier words in his mouth. Though he intended to ask Lance how he was feeling, was he ok, or simply scold him, instead he would reel back, punching him in the stomach. Then he would storm off in a huff while Lance yelled after him.
“WHAT DID I DO?”
“Easy Lance...”
“He PUNCHED me, Shiro! HE. PUNCHED. ME. And I’m woooooundeddddd!”
Requests: CLOSED
Aw man! You guys gave me WAY too many awesome prompts. Now I’ll never get any work done!
I’m opening Voltron and Batfam art requests overnight so I have something to do in between work (a girl needs to take a break from drawing by....drawing...i suppose). Leave a message here or send me an ask (anon is on for you shy kids) and I’ll draw whatever requests make me happy :) Yes yes?