#lyrikin

[flamingopuuuunch]

Okay but for real I actually did a double take and thought your recent Shigure drawing was an actual alt for a second and went "Wait Shigure is in this banner??" Your art is so amazing!!! I will always adore your coloring and art style ksbfkdhejgkjah hope your day is well dude!! <3

ahhh thank you so much!!

 if only he did actually get a new years alt hahaha!

[cubisticking]

Thank you all for your kind words! I never expected such a positive feedback and I am shook. I literally read all comments, tags and general responses and I couldn’t stop smiling. I literally sat there like this: 

(in a happy way ofc). Anyway, thank you all so so much! I might just be the happiest person ///

[sixofclovers]

Hello! So I've been looking into animation programs and since you said you used toonboom harmony in one of your asks, how hard is it to learn to use? I know it depends on the person but was just wondering in your opinion ^ ^; thanks

Hi! hmm, coming from someone who tends to pick up programs fairly quickly after a couple days, toonboom took a little getting used to for me. That being said now I know how to use it its fast to use and has plenty of helpful features. 

I’d say if u decide to get it just straight up watch the tutorial videos, I got frustrated trying to figure something out myself but the step by steps vids are ur best friend there

[marciaillust]

Would Orion win an anime rap battle

catch him singing devilman no uta in the shower

[kokirane]

for lyrikin // prompt: sharing earbuds while listening to music 

It shouldn’t be this terrifying, but -- it is, and Keith stalls outside Shiro’s door. It’s past midnight, so there’s nobody around to see him hovering, hand raised to knock after just one more second.

It’s been a hell of a lot of seconds.

I can still turn back, Keith tells himself. I can just tell Shiro I fell asleep after sparring.

Yeah, right.

If that shit were true, he wouldn’t have rushed through a shower and come down the hall with his wet hair drying cold on his nape, sending shivers down his spine. He would be in bed, asleep, and not worrying about Shiro asking him to stay over tonight.

(Keith had blurted, “I’ve never been to a sleepover,” and wanted to bite his tongue clean off.)

Just thinking back on it makes sweat prick all over his body. He sucks in a breath and lifts his hand again. He can do this. One, two --

The door opens, and Keith’s world ends.

“Gonna come in, cadet?” Shiro’s smile borders on a smirk, and it’s two-thirds infuriating and one-third cute, which only makes it worse.

“Actually,” Keith says, “I was just leaving.”

“Aw, baby,” Shiro says, drawn out and teasing. He’s really trying to send Keith to an early grave. “Don’t go, pretty baby.”

“Shiro.” Keith tries to mock his tone, but it comes out soft, fond. Shiro’s grin grows, and Keith’s nerves give him the strength to push into the room. Shiro follows him, eyes curving with his dopey smile, and kisses him.

Shiro is smooth and slow and careful and yet Keith always turns rigid before he allows himself to melt. His fingers brush against Shiro’s stubble and a sigh escapes him.

Shiro’s cheeks pink. Keith nearly chokes.

“So.” Shiro draws back. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Keith breathes. “You, uh, wanted me?”

Shiro goes red. Keith can feel his own cheeks heating up; he hides his face in Shiro’s chest and holds on tight. Shiro hums, begins to sway, and it’s -- nice. Being with Shiro is always nice. Keith tips his head up and presses another kiss to Shiro’s lips. The hum spreads, warm and bright.

“What do you want to do?” Keith asks. He can feel his heartbeat picking up, thudding steadily against his ribcage as he waits.

Mouth curling and fond, Shiro runs a hand through Keith’s damp hair. “It’s Friday night. I’m thinking we can chill? I just want to be with you.”

“Pretty expressive lately, aren’t you?” Keith bites back a laugh, but he knows exactly what Shiro’s talking about. Life is better than it ever was, but nothing compares to the idea of life with Shiro by his side.

“The things a promotion does to you,” Shiro rolls his eyes. “I miss seeing you all the time.”

“Whose fault is that?” Keith says. “Should’ve made some fuck ups here and there.” 

Inevitably, his mind strays. Their relationship, objectively, is a pretty big fuck up. If the Garrison finds out that golden boy Takashi Shirogane is dating spitfire cadet Keith Kogane, it’s over. Keith swallows it down and offers a quiet, “Well, I’m here now.”

“Yeah,” Shiro says. “C’mere, I want to show you something.”

They wrap themselves in blankets, in each other, and huddle around Shiro’s laptop. Shiro pulls out his headphones and hands Keith one end before taking the other for himself.

“So we don’t wake anybody,” Shiro says with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s like I’m connected to you,” Keith says lightly, kissing the tip of Shiro’s nose. His earbud falls out, but it’s a worthy price to pay for Shiro’s blush.

Shiro pulls up a documentary, but soon they devolve into stupid memes from Matt and music videos.

“I didn’t know you liked country music,” Shiro comments. “Is it because you lived in Texas for a while?”

“It’s soulful,” Keith argues. “It has nothing to do with Texas. I’ve lived a lot of places.”

“Which place is your favorite?” Shiro says as he looks up a different song. If Keith’s guilty pleasure is country, then Shiro’s is pop. His head is already bobbing slightly.

“Here,” Keith mutters. “You know that.”

When Keith was younger, if he wasn’t using a pencil to sketch, he was tapping out beats with the eraser. It was the easiest way to pass time.  It still is, and the lines and the sounds are all Shiro, Shiro, Shiro. The slant of his eyelids and the way he smiles, his laugh and his soft fringe of hair.

“Yeah,” Shiro says softly, and leans in. “You’re my favorite place too.”

Everything about Shiro is a love song that Keith wants to loop forever.

[aleikats]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! *throws confetti*

Thank you, lyrik- WOAH WHAT”S GOin G ON hERe

[elentori-art]

*drops down to one knee* WILL YOU MARRY ME?

[lowaharts]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" -Me, 2017 Death by amazing Voltron military bundle

prays for your soul