#missmullet800

[torveiglyart]

Congrats on 800 @missmullet !!! Enjoy your happy ending underneath <3

[the-fandom-phantom]

fill in the blank: they’re about to ki__ each other.

a little late entry for my lovely friend @missmullet congratulations on 800 followers !!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

also cheeky reminder that my commissions are open :p order here

[elkadraws]

Here's my DTIYS entry for @missmullet (full version's under the cut)

✨congratulations on 800!! ✨

(original dtiys post)

I am happy that you are in voltron fandom! You gather amazing community around yourself! Keep shining 🌟

As for my interpretation, I changed the environment on 180° — now it's winter, freezing cold, they are arguing — drama, angst — yeah, full packaged hurt to your service ❄️

Here Lance is crying because (I guess) it's hard to stay composed while arguing with Keith face to face (I love them both, I promise)

I particularly enjoyed drawing their profile siluettes, adding freckles and some more realistic proportions. I am falling for it, who else?

PS. I am going back to work on my "Selfcare" VLD comics again, you know where to find me

[missmullet]

800 FOLLOWERS DTIYS/WTIYS CELEBRATION ---------------------------------------------------------------------- this is a crazy milestone!! thank you so much for following and enjoying klance with me! this fandom means a lot to me<3

follow the rules in the slides if you wanna join - no deadline or competition, i'm just excited to see your interpretations of the piece!

thank you so much to @cookietails for the help with the slides! i think i might be in love with canva now haha

here's the art without all the effects:

[lord-zetheron]

This is my @missmullet 800 entry? Gift? Galtean Klance! Lance forgot he can shapeshift, so he used a stool instead...

The reference I used for this piece!

[keithscarr]

my submission to @missmullet ‘s 800 WTIYS!! your art is sooooo amazing, thank you so much for hosting this event!! congrats on 800. i hope u enjoy!! : D

3k words | rated T

summary:

Desert air burns Lance's throat. It always has. Unlike Cuba, Arizona's heat is the kind that stings going down. It makes you feel heavy, pressed into the ground by the sun's force.

Even in the fading daylight, heat soaks through Lance's jeans.

Keith's shack looks almost the same as it did seven years ago. Bobbles hang from the porch, the kind that are designed to blow in the breeze. There's no wind, so they dangle limply, framing the wooden door in a cacophony of chaos.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[elkadraws]

WIP, LET'S GO!!

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