Tweek you guys are both 10
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Tweek you guys are both 10
more sonDADow doodles + one Tails
How am I supposed to sleep without mt bedtime stories. How am I supposed to sleep without my gay little people on the phone.
few voltron sketches. (we have Lotoreal now we need Gliss Kuron)
i feel like Allura has a special place in her heart for all Red Paladins (old old sketch i found)
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“Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”
Hunk presses the pause button. He tucks his phone back into his pocket. He turns to Shiro, expectant, prepared.
“So,” he says.
Shiro stares at the space in front of him, fingertips pressed together and in front of his face.
“So.”
“Your brother is kind of an airhead.”
“He is indeed.”
“No offense to Keith. He has his smart moments. Probably.” Hunk’s mouth twitches. “Sorry. I said that to not be mean and then immediately thought of the whole Voltron cheer situation and laughed in my head. I promise I don’t actually think Keith is stupid.”
Shiro’s mouth twitches. He forces his face to remain neutral. It is a challenge.
“Keith refused to name his pet gecko as a child,” he shares. “He insisted the gecko would reveal its name when it was ready.”
Hunk bites his lip very hard. He looks deliberately away from Shiro.
“He was thirteen.”
The yellow paladin presses his hands to his eyes. He tries visibly hard to compose himself. He fails.
“…I see.”
“My fiancé often said he must have been born blond.”
“Boy, do I have news for you.”
Shiro raises his eyebrows. “More news than your recording of Lance processing his love?”
“There was an incident beforehand,” Hunk explains. “You know how Lance does those leg stretches sometimes? When we have agility training?”
Shiro inclines his head.
“Well, apparently last week he did them in front of Keith and Keith was so distracted he walked into a wall and broke his nose. He had to go into a healing pod.”
Truly, Shiro would love to say that he’s surprised. He’d love to say that his brother, known gay, was not so fixated on a cute boy that he walked into a whole ass wall hard enough to break his nose. He would love for that to be true.
But he knows his dumbass brother.
“Oh my God.”
“And he still isn’t picking up Lance’s hints.”
“Oh my God.”
Hunk nods, patting Shiro’s hand sympathetically. “We gotta do something, man. I can’t keep watching this.” He pauses. “Also, I really want to stop hearing about what Lance thinks about Keith’s Galra form. I really can’t hear any more talk about fangs in places fangs should not be placed. It’s not good for my mental health.”
Shiro sighs. Even he has heard Lance’s mutterings about Keith’s fangs, and Lance still gets all shy and star-struck around him. At this point it’s gotta be a human rights violation.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he promises.
———
He finds his brother in the training room, because of course he does, getting absolutely demolished by the training bot.
“You’re getting your ass kicked,” Shiro observes.
Keith grunts.
Shiro makes himself comfortable at the edge of the mat, sticking a straw in a juice pouch and sipping it leaisurely as he watches the twerp get pummelled. It’s amusing, in the way watching those test-dummy car crashes are amusing. Or videos of kids crying in fear of Santa Claus.
“Level failed,” echoes the pleasant voice of Space Siri, as Lance and Pidge have dubbed the disembodied robot voice of the training room. “Try again?”
“Fuck off,” Keith mutters to it.
Shiro stretches out and pokes him with his toe. Keith only half-heartedly tries to slice him about it.
“Somebody’s brooding.”
Evidentially deciding he would rather vent in Shiro’s direction than fall for Shiro’s transparent attempts to goad him into a fight, he flops down dramatically, stealing Shiro’s juice pouch and rudely sucking back the rest of it. Fucker.
“He’s so confusing,” he says, free arm flailing. “Just — all the time.”
Shiro politely refrains from asking him to clarify. He knows who he’s talking about.
“Hm,” he says instead, supportively. “How unfortunate for you.”
“Right!” He throws his hands up in the air, sending his bayard flying in one direction and the empty juice pouch in another. Shiro watches it go with great sadness. “One second it’s — Keith, you suck so bad, ugh, you’re such a weird dweeb. And the next it’s I’m hanging out with Coran and you’re not allowed to come and also I hate you.” He looks at Shiro expectantly. “He’s so!” He gestures vaguely. Shiro assumes it’s meant to mean something.
Shiro stares at him.
“See, to me there’s no dichotomy there,” he says slowly. “You said that as if it was two different sentiments. But in fact that was the same opinion expressed twice.”
“The tone was different,” Keith insists. “The dweeb thing is affectionate. He says it in a friendship way. I’m sure of it.”
“Friendship,” Shiro echoes.
“Exactly,” Keith agrees.
Shiro hums. He’s quite sure, now, that he is not going to explain to Keith in any words of his own how much of an oblivious dumbass he is. There is no sentence or string of sentences that Shiro can use to demonstrate just how obvious Lance is being, and how obtusely Keith is responding. He’s going to have to be clearer than that.
But. For his own amusement.
“Could you maybe explain how Lance shows his friendship to you? So I can better understand, of course.”
“Well, for starters, he says we’re enemies but always wants to pair up,” Keith says. “That’s friendship, right?”
“That’s certainly one way to put it, sure.”
“And the fact that we hang out so often.”
“Of course.”
“And the clothes stealing, of course. Lance says I have gross mullet germs but he’s always stealing my jackets, so that doesn’t add up.”
Shiro purses his lips. That is — whew. Poor Lance is in the trenches.
Keith pouts. “I just don’t get why he flips around it all the time, man. I mean, one second he’s all smiles and nudging my shoulders, and the next he’s bright red and stomping away. He’s so confusing!”
Shiro can take this no longer.
“Keith, I am going to show you something,” he says, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the file Hunk sent him. “Okay?”
“…Okay,” Keith says hesitantly.
Shiro stares at him for a moment longer. Then he sighs, shoves the phone into Keith’s hands, and presses play.
The video starts shaky, audio muddled, and when it clears Lance is lying sprawled on Hunk’s bed, pillow strewn dramatically to the side.
“I just wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance,” he is saying.
Keith goes still next to him. With every passing word his jaw drops lower and lower.
“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk is explaining.
“Choke and die,” responds video-Lance, and then the audio cuts. Shiro puts his phone away.
“So?”
“I have to go immediately,” Keith says. He’s up and halfway out the door before Shiro can blink.
“Shower first!” he calls. “You just sweated it up with the training hot for God knows how long. Wash off before you do anything romcom-y.” Keith disappears around the corner. “Keith, do you hear me? Shower first! Keith!”
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IT'S HAPPENING
asks are super awkward to me so i apologise in advance gfghg
okay so im doing a Thing and ive always hated how lance has a very white boy name (lance charles mcclain who omg) and i think it was you who had the idea that lance's name was an acronym for his real name? i cant remember for the life of me what it was though gfhjh i was also wondering if i could use it for the thing? not gonna say too much but its hopefully one day gonna be a big project so i just figured i'd ask pfft
yeah for sure! it wasn’t even my idea to begin with tbh. i got it from a fic (that is now orphaned, i’ll see if i can find it and link it here later) and just chose my own names. i use Leandro Agustín Nuñez Carmen Esposita-McClain, feel free to use what you like!!!
a kiss left of you, heaven
Pretty much a direct sequel to this image I did yesterday
🍂 over the garden wall 🍂
you touch me like an angel, but you kiss me like a sinner
lonely rich boy falls in love with a gargoyle who comes to life at night
The story underneath the story
I was busy finishing a lot of commission sketches.
world swap
awoo 🐺 my pinescone werewolf au
“So… where are we going?”
“Don’t worry,” Dipper said. “We’re almost there.”
“This is… so creepy. You’re creeping me out.”
Dipper laughed. “I just want to show you something. A… night-flowering plant. We’re really close. Why don’t we stop here and I can go look for it. I don’t remember exactly where it was and I don’t want to tire you out more than necessary.”
“Oh, okay.” Wirt leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath. As Dipper began to walk away, he called out, “Wait, I don’t want to be alone out here!”
“I’ll be nearby,” Dipper called back, and kept walking. He ignored the rest of Wirt’s protests and the twist in his gut. Once he was far enough to be out of Wirt’s line of sight, he felt someone appear by his side. Dipper whipped around, coming face to face with a familiar man.
“Hey,” Gerard said, a wide smile on his face.
“Hey,” Dipper whispered back. “…So, he’s over there.”
“Got it,” Gerard said. Dipper blinked, and he was gone. All that was left of him was the sound of scampering paws. Dipper braced himself.
It was seconds before the screaming started. It did not last as long as Dipper thought it would, but it cut him straight to his core. He had never heard Wirt scream before. The sound of it was a blade in Dipper’s chest. The shape of it was in Dipper’s name, a plea for help. The way Wirt wailed his name was raw and terrified and almost brought Dipper to his knees. Dipper took a trembling step toward the sound and started to run. He ran straight back to the spot where he’d left Wirt and found Gerard crouched over his limp body.
Gerard looked up as Dipper approached. “He passed out. But he’s alive, don’t worry. We for sure swapped sauces.”
Dipper tried not to make a face at the idea, but he forgot all about appearances when he saw the blood. Wirt was covered in it, lying in a pool of it. Dipper dropped to his knees and leaned over Wirt, just to make sure Gerard was telling the truth– Wirt was breathing. Shallow, ragged, gargling breaths, but he was breathing.
“You’re sure he’ll heal?” Dipper whispered.
“Totally, man,” Gerard said. “But we should get a move on before he wakes up, right?”
“R-right.”
Dipper hadn’t realized how much seeing Wirt like this would affect him. He lived with Wirt’s death constantly hanging over his head, but it was so slow that it always seemed just out of reach. Now Wirt was bleeding out in front of his eyes and Dipper could hardly hold himself together. Gerard shoved his arms under Wirt’s body and hefted him up as he stood.
“Lead the way, Dipper,” he said, and Dipper started running.
UP au headcaon: When Dipper and Wirt reach their senior years, Dipper is diagnosed with cancer and has a few good years left to live, the both of them make the best of it with their families. But when Dipper eventually passes before Wirt, Wirt's devastat to say the least. He locks himself in his room and he doesn't come out for weeks on end, the day he does come out of his house, he goes through Dipper's journal and is met with all their adventures, including Dipper telling him to find a new one
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