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Intro Post!
This is technically the main blog, but I only use it to reblog stuff. The actual main blog is @swanlakeisbodyhorror <3
[ #save for later - stuff I saved for later. Obviously. ]
they <3
a proper post for @coffinvows’s harriet because she deserves it ♡
more isaiah sketch
guess whose finally done
Hiii i’m back
sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
Predation
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.
Should I merge my diary/art blog with this one, now that I learned you can queue posts and am no longer obligated to spam reblog klance and trigun?
Yes, embrace the chaos
No, keep them organised
from my fic, closing rate. ⋆˚࿔
angel (id in alt)
I don't think they're interested, but that's how I draw Keith
can't stop thinking about how "dark and gritty treasure island prequel" sounds like the premise to the worst show ever aired but it's literally good. goes to show that nothing is for certain in this life
wolfwood....