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im mandy, 23, she/her! thanks for visiting my page!!

i draw sometimes!

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#hello and welcome to my blog!!! :)

quite possibly the best makeup ive ever done. this night is so awesome

#😋🤓💆🏻‍♀️🐣😋🤞🏻💆🏻‍♀️🥳😍☺️

sp1ritb0x

I was drawing angry kirishima and wanted to draw bakugou too

#expressions are so goooooddddd #i love ur bkkr so muchhhh #bnha #kiribaku #sp1ritb0x

hindbraino

turn back. turn back. turn back, turn back / if you've never been in love.

(could be a loose prequel to this)

#ur tags are making me want to blow up and never come back ARGHHHHH #THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLL…. my broken heart christtttt. keith continuing to seek the warmth..#the literal spark between them. the forehead lean and the pool one are sooo good #the emotions are off the chartssssss #im thrashing around and unwell… stay awaaaayyyyyyy #his teardrop falling above the spark. bye. bye forever.#vld #klance #hindbraino

duploka

#he needs to quit the blades and get a modeling gig maybe. side hustle. I believe in him #hope he pouts forever. miserable and sad but also beautiful. yeah #vld #keith kogane #duploka

starsoupart

from my fic, closing rate. ⋆˚࿔

#christ #all that blue surrounded by a pulse point of warmth between them. feels almost like u captured the heart in the center #he’s clinging on so desperately 😭 he loves him. wants him to stay safeeeeeee…. Star u are EVILLLLLLLLLLLLL #also why r the colors so good u need to be locked away in a tower #patched up injury scene.. ok well i hope u know while u are at the beach chillaxing im hands folded in a casket #u and that bubblegum pop music drawing something so devastating and laughing to urself. u truly are the evil entity lurking behind yuji #i can think of anything but Oughhhh like some sickly man #vld #klance #starsoupart

starsoupart

closing rate

mature | 5.5k | 1/1 | post-canon , pining , situationship

Lance leaned casually with one arm against the frame, the other loosely picking at the hem of his open button-up. Familiar. And not. The same unconscious habit he'd had since the Garrison. Sleeves rolled up over forearms built from nearly two years of farm work rather than the feathered muscles of a trigger finger. Keith let his eyes trail the drape of worn cotton over square shoulders. The shoulders he had traced with light fingertips in the threads of morning, the shoulders that had supported him upright as he bled out in an alien field. The shoulders he'd watched shake and heave over a toilet the first time Lance had shot someone point blank, the shoulders he'd held in a castleship bed while the roiling mess of the universe narrowed to the sliver of air between their mouths. "Your fly's down," Keith told him.

Or:

Keith visits Lance after the war's end. What they won't talk about complicates things.