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“children have got to be free to lead their own lives”

let go of the past, so the future can grow. a little au where allura is not part of the final sacrifice. she’s the future, she must go on and lead her life and the lives of her people in the new altea

“children have got to be free to lead their own lives”

let go of the past, so the future can grow. a little au where allura is not part of the final sacrifice. she’s the future, she must go on and lead her life and the lives of her people in the new altea

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“children have got to be free to lead their own lives”

let go of the past, so the future can grow. a little au where allura is not part of the final sacrifice. she’s the future, she must go on and lead her life and the lives of her people in the new altea

I’ve been wanting to do a thing like this for a while. Behold my amazing animu mongah skills there wow swoons

expectations vs reality

eyy at last posting that new klance comic I mentioned a while back!! 8′)

so this will be based around s3 for some things, and not tied into canon for a bunch of others, also it’s gonna have a bit of an experimental plot unrelated to shipping, I hope I can pull that off lol enjoy!

part 1 and they’re already getting into trouble s m h

to be continued…

eyy at last posting that new klance comic I mentioned a while back!! 8′)

so this will be based around s3 for some things, and not tied into canon for a bunch of others, also it’s gonna have a bit of an experimental plot unrelated to shipping, I hope I can pull that off lol enjoy!

part 1 and they’re already getting into trouble s m h

to be continued…

all of you ❤️ 💙

boy brings home weird cat

😜

Kagari´s legacy

se busca persona creativa que nombre al fenix :´v

Cada que veo mi cuenta, recuerdo que no he hecho nada con el avance de mi au (culpo a mi falta de memoria), así que decidí empezar con algunos headcanons para Akko (Diana aún es un dilema para mi, creo que leeré varios fics respecto a su futuro,a ver si así logro algún avance xD)

una disculpa sincera a todos los que saben dibujar animales, les juro que intentaré mejorar Q-Q (me duelen las manos, siempre trabajo en un formato enorme y tardo mucho para terminarlo :´D)

Espero les guste chicos, ¡lo amo mucho!

Galra clones are just that good. 

Part 2

(based on this ask)

2 Keith and Lance

he protecc

Danny: -always like ‘I’m gonna get you Fenton-’

Wes: SHUT UP YOU LITTLE GREMLIN

The quintessential showcase of what the dynamic between these two is :’D

(re-animated over 2 Haikyuu gifs x x, 94 frames in total)

Some nice shots lmao:

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Hey losers

This is a gift for amazing @polarspaz and their doodles - mostly because of their amazing AU’s (And because of them I started watching Thundercats 2011 - too bad the series is canceled.)

Anyway Thundercats AU, crossover with polarspaz​‘s version - In short, the crew found out that Lance was  Thundercat, and they also know that Keith is half Galra-Altean and that he can shapeshift into any race he sees. Few years later, Lance and Keith are captured by Druids, which are fascinated by Lance’s new appearance. The druids then experiment on Keith, all in order to make another Thundercat, because they thought they were all extinct until they saw Lance. Thankfully, the crew rescued them, but Keith is locked on his Thundercat appearance because of Galra’s experimenting and can’t change back. That made him sad because he believes he will never be human again, which is when Lance tells Keith that being human is overrated and that he looks amazing and that he is supper happy because he is no longer alone.

[other voltron art] I also suck at backgrounds, forgive me. Also, you might have recognized the win win pose:

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Sorta based on a scenario suggested by @onimi18

This is the first time Lance actually starts to crack a bit and reveal just how much he’s been damaged and Keith doesn’t know what to say or do. However if there is one thing Keith is good at, it’s relying on his instincts.

stronger together

“So wake up, wake up dreaming,And lie here with me.” - Ryan Star, Start a Fire.

a klance piece I had in mind for a long time! i wanted to make something soft and relaxing,yet, filled with feels, @asterein‘s arts inspired me a lot for this one!

So I’ve been playing around with an OZ au mostly for designing fun. Here’s the designs done so far and a few doodles. 

“Ah…uh…sorry…”

“Oh, um, It’s okay…”

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High school AU where Keith & Lance take the same train in the morning

They didn’t know each other’s name at first, Lance thought Keith is hot, Keith thought Lance is cute, but they never talked to each other (shy boys lol) 

Until this day, the train was full of crowd, Keith accidentally kabedon-ed Lance

It was awkward at first, but Lance tried make some small talks, then they finally knew each other’s name

Next step: change phone number lol

bonus:

Lance has freckles <3

Reverse Galtean Klance doodles ❤️💙 \(*´▽｀*）I really enjoyed designing galra Lance and altean Keith hehe

[please do not repost anywhere]

bonus pic :”3

very late continuation to thiis! :^) I kept rearranging some panels;;

so for more context, dragon ppl and elementals haven’t been on good terms for a really long time, so by hiding Keith away they’re probably breaking several rules lmao (just imagine dragons as the equivalent of Galra, kind of)

to be continued

PSA the ppl who do these vids are from Minnesota

some bodyguard AU! he protecc, he attacc and he also gets recct sometimes lol

I can finnally post this project I worked on! I’m so excited to show it to you guys!

I’ve been selected to be the character designer for the voltron fanzine : @vldaustoryzine (Song of Heroes) it was a wonderful project, where we had to exchange a lot with each others in order to create a world based on voltron and it’s characters. I worked hard on these designs, and the feedbacks of the whole team helped me so much! I really enjoyed making these, and I hope you’ll like it!

D17 - Сonfusion

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KURO WEEK - DAY 8 (FREE DAY): Magic.

“Lance - what exactly are you doing?”, Kuro whined, feeling the freshly closed wounds on his arm and back strain with the movement. The Blue Paladin decidedly kept his usually chatty mouth shut. Instead of answering– or even recognizing– Kuro’s defiant tugging, he gently closed his grip around Kuro’s flesh wrist a little tighter and pulled him along.

Only minutes ago they had been at the Castle’s med-bay, tending to his scratches and cuts. Their latest mission had been rough. Although it was supposed to be a simple in and out rescue mission, it had gone awfully wrong. As in, Kuro was happy he’d walked away with his flesh arm and legs still intact and attached to his body. Thankfully, the rest of the group had had more luck.

In hindsight, they should’ve known better. They should’ve been prepared for the whole mission to go sideways with how heavily guarded the planet they’d freed had been. But saving planets and whole star systems from the ones that once had created him was their job now. It was Kuro’s job now. And nothing, not even the most hopeless situation, would keep them from doing just that. Saving lives.

This whole concept, the mere thought of him being one of the good guys, still had the Galra hybrid feeling adrift and somewhat out of place. He hadn’t been created for this. For killing - yes. For fighting, shedding blood and tearing whole fleets apart - definitely. But doing so for a good cause? A higher goal? On behalf of the whole damn universe? Nope. Just- no. Kuro would’ve laughed his ass off at that prospect.

But times change you, a small voice in the back of his head provided.

Averting his gaze from the back of Lance’s head and focusing on their somewhat awkwardly joined hands instead (he was still new to the whole human interaction and physical contact thing, okay?), Kuro couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Not times, he countered. People. People change you.

It took one more turn around a corner for Kuro to know where they were heading. Lance had asked him to close his eyes. What for, Lance  wouldn’t tell. Not even when Kuro stated how he knew they were going to Lance’s room. The Cuban boy wouldn’t have any of it; simply shushed him with a finger to the clone’s dry lips. There had been a gleam in those dark blue eyes. A gleam he couldn’t quite pin down, but made him want to lick that delicate digit pressed to his lips.

“Just do it already!”, Lance huffed and playfully put one hand over Kuro’s yellow eyes, before he opened the door to his quarters. “Or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

Had he been smiling before, he was downright smirking now.

“Lance, I swear to all deities out there, if the surprise is you taking off your clothes right in front of me, I-”

His teasing died right on Kuro’s tongue and came out as a sputtered, choked sound when he felt two warm hands grab for the hem of his own shirt and pull it upwards.

What the-

“Don’t open your eyes”, came Lance’s voice - a bit shaky, but determined nonetheless. “Just-… Take that off, will you? But please be careful with those scratches on your back.”

It took Kuro a second.

Then another two or three.

His mind had gone completely blank, out of order, Kuro.exe had stopped working. His hands however - oh he’d have to have a talk with them in the near future about not acting on their own, pulling his shirt off within a heartbeat, just because a certain Paladin told them to.

Cool air hit his bare skin - thanks for that you little traitors!, he glowered at his hands for a moment, before screwing his eyes shut again, waiting for Lance’s next move. Heartbeat thundering in his ears and filling the silence that hung over them for a few moments before the smaller man carefully took his clawed bionic hand in his own flesh ones and led him to the bed.

Even with his eyes shut, Kuro could still smell it; the way countless sleepovers made his and Lance’s scents mingle and cling to the sheets and pillows, creating a whole new fragrance that filled him with a warmth he hadn’t felt before.

It smelled like home.

Home…

Something fuzzy, tingling unfurled in his chest at that.

“Okay, now sit down, please?”, he could hear the rustling of blankets being pulled back. Without giving a second thought to it, Kuro simply purred an affirmative sound and carefully sat down as not to disturb the straining and prickling wounds on his back any further.

When he’d finally arranged himself properly on the soft mattress, the hybrid heaved a sigh.

“And… what now?”, he asked, proud that the anticipation that caused his guts to twitch didn’t seep into his voice.

Around him Lance rummaged through the room, providing him with the softest wool blanket they possessed and finally turning off the main lights.

There was a soft pad of bare feet on the cold metal floor, followed by the now familiar feeling of a slender body’s weight sinking into the mattress behind him.

Lance shifted closer behind him, close enough that Kuro could feel his breath hit the skin between his shoulderblades. Warm hands crept up his sides until they rested on his ribs. Tender. Careful. So, so careful.

“Do you trust me?”

That question, though barely audible, caught Kuro off guard.

“Uh…”, wow, eloquent as always. “Y-yes? Yes, I trust you.”

He still kept his eyes firmly shut, but he didn’t really need his eyes to know what kind of expression flickered over Lance’s face when the smaller man inhaled sharply.

A heartbeat.

Then another.

“Okay.”

The soft hands at Kuro’s ribs gave him a reassuring squeeze, before Lance continued: “If I do something you don’t feel comfortable with… just tell me and I’ll stop. Got that?”

Another purring sound escaped the clone’s throat, followed by a small nod to make sure the other one saw his approval.

“Good…”

Before he could say anything in return, Kuro felt a hesitant pressure at his back. Warm and soft, barely noticeable, but still it felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His eyes flew open. Heat rushed to his cheeks.

The room around them was mostly dark, the only source of light being the warm yellow fairy lights, they had attached to the ceiling right above their shared bed.

There were soft blankets and pillows everywhere, effectively building a nest around the two of them.

And right in the center of all this cozyness there was Lance. Sitting right behind him. Drawing lazy circles into his sides. Pressing his ever so soft lips to the tender, badly scratched skin between his shoulders. Kissing him.

“W-what… what exactly are you doing there?”, the question came out as a high, squeaky sound that made him cringe.

Lance however seemed to have regained some of his confidence over the first contact of skin to skin. For he dragged his lips over the expanse of Kuro’s wide shoulders, right to the next cut, where they lingered, as light as a feather. A shiver ran down his spine, while Lance replied - lips ghosting over his skin with every syllable: “You know, back on earth we have that term ‘to kiss away the pain’. That’s what I’m doing here.”

“O-okay? And is that… some kind of Terran healing technique?”

Trying and failing at fighting off the major blush that set his whole face on fire, he finally gave up and opted for hiding it behind his hands.

Terran healing technique? Seriously?! What the hell, Kuro?

This… this was so surreal.

Kuro felt like combusting would be an acceptable reaction by now.

“No, you silly goose”, came the huffed response. “It’s called magic.”

And with that the Blue Paladins lips continued their journey from cut, to scratch, to bruise, to scar.

Until Kuro’s whole body tingled with the warmth they left in their wake.

Magic…

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aaaand there we go. My final entry for the @kuroweek 2017. I’ve been longing to upload this for so long now!! Especially because I made my poor bean suffer like hell. He was in dire need of something good and happy. :3 I had so much fun doing this - all of my entries. This week was super awesome! Thanks!! :3

Magic

A little late, but I’m officially in love with these two, and I cannot scream enough at @theprojectava for all the amazingness of the stories she has woven for Kuro here during this week! They have been absolutely wonderful and I hope everyone has loved them as much as I have for they are beyond deserving of that!

Magic happens when a smile spins more hope than starlight.

Magic forms when a hand reaches out and calls your soul back to the home it never thought it had.

Magic burns warm beneath skin and puts a tumble in your blood flow, so much that your heart has to race just to catch up with the breath trying to fill your lungs.

It’s that odd flash of feeling lighting up your brain and sinking into your cells, reminding you that there is infinitely more to all that you are than the world you’ve known has ever told you could be.

Kuro doesn’t know what sort of tricks Lance is pulling, but he knows that there is something unearthly in the way Lance moves against him. His whole body has gone stiff, prepared for war though Kuro doesn’t know against who or what exactly. But, the anticipation is there, putting steel into his muscles and reminding him that so rarely is there a thing called peace, even during his downtime. He hasn’t gotten used to the Castle just yet in that regard, still waits for the time when pain will creep into his sleep and the nightmares will infuse their logic into his dreams until he can’t tell them apart any longer.

He still doesn’t know what it means to fight for the greater good, only that fighting is what he had been made for, and in fighting, comes injury and loss. He waits for both like a prisoner the jury’s verdict over the crimes against his own humanity.

How does one salvage their heart from themselves?

Magic.

His shoulders are the first to give up their tension, relief cascading down his limbs like a river seeking its resting place in the sea. Bit by bit, he falls into silence and marvels at the way a human touch can unravel the hurt and the expectations held by his body. Lance’s fingers trace along the edges of a scar, and while Kuro could tell him the story of that particular one, Lance doesn’t ask. He simply lets his fingertips walk the outline of it as if coming to know its shape and the story it held by touch alone. The same way one can look at a crater gouged into the earth, and know, without hearing its tale, that something of a small disaster took place here. It left its mark, and still the world continues to move, still a heart continues to beat.

Life is tenacious if nothing else.

As Lance slides his hands around to his stomach, Kuro feels the tension threaten again, rising dark as shadows at sunset, only to find it reduced beneath Lance’s laughter. The sound is soul-saving. It’s the hand pulling him to shore after months of near-drowning in the inky seas he called himself. Lance’s laugh, warm and light against his shoulder, reminds Kuro that there is something solid of himself worth building a future upon.

Reaching down, he slides his hand along Lance’s, slowly sinks his fingers into the space between the Blue Paladin’s.

Come home shouldn’t be this easy, but with Lance, somehow it is.

And as Lance’s lips continue to drift along his skin, luring the pain from body and thought alike, Kuro starts to wonder where the magic really is.