And now we have centaur Lance.
I INSIST he would have a Vladimir Heavy Draft body for two reasons:
Its gotta be a bay-ish body base on his hair
Cold blooded horse are kind, quiet for most of the time, and Vladimir have feathers on their legs.
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And now we have centaur Lance.
I INSIST he would have a Vladimir Heavy Draft body for two reasons:
Its gotta be a bay-ish body base on his hair
Cold blooded horse are kind, quiet for most of the time, and Vladimir have feathers on their legs.
Stranger, walking up to Lance at the Space Mall: Did it hurt?
Lance: Did what hurt?
Stranger: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Shiro/Hunk/Keith/Anyone you ship with Lance, sliding an arm around Lance’s waist: No, because I was there to catch him.
Lance, trying to hold back his laughter: O-oh my crow that was so cheesy-
Stranger:
You wanna write an omegaverse lance and shiro fic? Because I'd the hell otta that
Lance whined, eyes opening slowly. Heat surrounded him and his skin burned. He whimpered, hands moving to his arms. He dug his nails into his tan flesh, squirming. When Lance went into heat, it was bad. Most media portrayed Omegas like Lance as 24 hour sex machines, something an Alpha should want. But honestly? That wasn’t the case. Whenever Lances heat started, he was overwhelmed with the need to be mated, to breed. His skin burned and itched so much so, he’d scratch his own skin open. It was complete hell.
Lance let out another whine, where was his Alpha? Where was his Shiro? The door opened quietly, Lance was too busy letting out soft sobs to notice Shiro walk in. He crawled in bed, scooping his omega in his arms. He took a deep breath in, enjoying the smell Lance produced before gently sinking his teeth into the bond mark on the Cubans neck. Almost immediately Lance went limp in his arms, he shivered at the cold of the ring attached to Shiros lip on his neck. He moved his hands around the taller mans neck, a small sound of satisfaction escaping his lips. He laid down, spooning Lance, face still buried in his neck. Calm filled Lances body, his eyes grew heavy, before he knew it he had fallen asleep. Shiro smiled gently at the omega. The only omega Shiro could ever want. His Omega.
Well I finally finished an actual piece of digital art! This was done for @accidentally-an-artist who motivated me to work for once in my life, and I’m really happy with how it turned out! Based on Watercast by @fishwrites of course.
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*whispering* request some matchups yo
Random passage from some vld fic I'll never write
It's different...you know? Trying your best and it's still only so so- but then the results are seen. Lance wasn't used to this, he wasn't being gkared at or made fun of. What he did saves the entire planet. The Akarites clapped and cheered, children clung to their mothers or hung onto friends thought not too long ago to be lost. It was so different- his eyes watered and he bit his slip, smiling. All this praise- it reminded him of when things were simpler. A sob racked his body and he covered his mouth. He felt amazing.
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so i'm re-reading Fire Emble: Hasha no Tsurugi again since period 4 and 5 were pretty much my easy classes and I got all of my work done.
Like, I literally don't know if I should like Al or punch him in the face. He's a likable character but the things he does... I think he has too much justice in him. Doesn't balance out very well.
for some reason, I can kind of picture him and sayaka getting along. I don't know why.
At first I didn't like Tiena but she's growing on me. I like Gant he's adorkable.