#peggy posts

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i think i am going to eat a whole cake by myself just to see if I can

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sleepy babies🐱💤🐱💤

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when in doubt doodle some anime girls, i guess??? some are ocs ive had hanging around for a while and others are for a dnd game probably next month

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a model cat-izen 🐾🐾 . . . . #cat #catsofinstagram #lookatthissleepyboy

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You Look Better When I’m Drunk - cut scene

((the original scene from keith’s time in the bathroom after talking to lance, cut for revealing too much, and edited here to avoid spoiling too much. cut scene is under read more.))

Keith stood in the nearly empty classroom for several minutes before slowly gaining control of limbs once more and slowly walking out and into the nearest bathroom. The men’s room was even emptier than the lecture hall Keith had just left but he still went into the nearest stall and locked it for the illusion of extra privacy. He leaned heavily against the door, letting his bag slide carelessly off his shoulder and slamming into the ground with a dull thud that echoed off the walls.

He took a deep breath and slowly released it, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat.

The stroke of luck he seemed to be on for the past couple of days just didn’t seem real. He looked down at his open palm.

I can’t believe I touched him...

Lance had initiated friendly contact between them and Keith held his hand. Well, sort of. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really shake his hand either, like he should have. He was just so overwhelmed by everything that the only thing he could think about at the time was how sweaty and gross his hands probably were.

He clenched the hand into a loose fist and let it hang by his side again as he leaned his head back against the door and stared up at the light.

He was going to be working alongside Lance for this rest of the semester. That was about 6 weeks of them being in close contact at least once a week. Keith wasn’t sure how he was going to survive if he was going to have a meltdown every time they brushed up against each other.

But, somehow he survived last night.

Keith wasn’t normally one to enjoy loud house parties, but Lance was, so he went every now and then when he happened to hear about it. He always hoped he would catch a glimpse of Lance. He would never approach him, but Keith wanted to watch him hanging out and having fun. Despite never actually running into him at these parties, Keith continued to go. He had to get lucky eventually.

Sometimes he would imagine what it would be like if he did see Lance. He could picture himself confidently approaching him and seducing him with a clever line, making him laugh, and then dragging Lance into a corner of a quiet room and making out with him all night. He wasn’t sure what would happen after that, but they were definitely boyfriends.

Last night, his fantasies almost came true, though.

He was lurking around the edges of the party, sipping on some cheap beer when he spotted him in the middle of the room, smiling at some guy and surrounded by people. As far as parties went, Keith had been having an even worse time than usual, but it’s amazing how the right person could so completely affect one’s mood.

Keith settled against a spot in the hallway where he could surreptitiously watch Lance over the rim of his cup.

He laughed a lot and he smiled even more. He was so bright and wonderful and Keith had a hard time looking away. It was a good thing that everyone there was drunk and definitely not paying attention to him because his staring was pretty obvious. Of course, why would they look at him when they had an actual golden ray of sunshine in the center of the room.

Keith watched Lance get challenged to a drinking contest and his obvious acceptance and, over the next hour, saw him get absolutely wasted. He still smiled and laughed, even though his words were so slurred together by the end that no one knew what he was saying. More often than not, he was laughing by himself at the jokes that he couldn’t speak. It was really cute.

He won, though Keith didn’t think he was likely to remember that come morning, and he was left to relax quietly in a corner while the other partygoers moved on to new entertainment. The poor loser had been moved upstairs to an empty bedroom. Keith didn’t follow the crowd when they all moved to the backyard for a handstand competition, preferring to stay where he was and keep an eye on a very drunk Lance draped over an armchair.

Looking around, he had noticed that none of his friends had thought to stick close by in case Lance needed anything. Typical. So Keith stood alone in that hallway, watching him swing his legs over the arm of the chair and mumble to himself. He had thought that he’d imagined every possible scenario where he met Lance at a party but apparently not. Now he didn’t know what to do.

Should he approach him? What would he even say? Lance was obviously too drunk to think clearly. Maybe he should take advantage of that and kiss him while he had the chance? No, that was stupid. Keith wanted Lance to be very aware that they were kissing. But it was a tempting thought. Too tempting... If Lance was the one who initiated it, Keith probably wouldn’t have the willpower stop him.

Eventually, Lance had managed to speak loudly and clearly enough that Keith could understand him. He raised his voice, trying to get the attention of his friends who were all outside.

Keith had frowned. They wouldn’t be able to hear the pitiful way he was asking for water. He went to the kitchen himself and dumped out what was left of his beer and threw his trash in the open trashcan. He was done drinking for the night. Checking in the fridge, he found a cold pitcher of water and poured some into a new plastic cup.

He brought it into the living room where Lance had resumed swinging his legs. Keith struggled to remember the exact details of their conversation because he had been more than a little distracted when Lance smiled at him and said that he recognized him. They only shared Chemistry class, a class that had about 78 students in it, and they spoke once on the first day, but Lance still remembered him even when he was drunk out of his mind. He couldn’t recall Keith’s name, but it’s not like they were ever properly introduced.

Still, he had helped Lance maneuver his body around so he could drink the water without choking and Keith told him that he should probably just go home and sleep. Lance had given a weak argument but relented quickly in the face of Keith’s logic. He requested that he let his friends know he was leaving, like Keith was somehow in charge of making sure he got home or something. It was nice to know that Lance trusted him enough to assume that Keith would ensure he made it back to his dorm safely.

Keith helped him stand and directed him to the back door before heading over to the closet that had been stuffed full of coats. He didn’t think about the fact that he could spot Lance’s before he found his own.

It took a few minutes longer than Keith had anticipated for Lance to return but when he did, he was dragging a chair with him. Apparently, he got his foot caught under the legs and couldn’t figure out how to get himself loose. Keith had laughed and removed the chair from his leg, leaving it near the door, and supervised Lance as he attempted to put his jacket on. It took a couple of tries before he managed to get it on properly and Keith still had to pull the hood out from where it got caught against his back.

He knew that Lance’s dorm was in the building next to his, so he set off in that direction with Lance trying hard not to stumble next to him. After the third time he fell, Keith realized that this walk would actually be easier if he let Lance lean on him.

Lance talked the whole 10 minutes it took to walk back to campus. He commented on how tall the grass was, he complimented the waning moon, he talked about how his childhood dream was to fly to Mars. And when he ran out things to ramble about, he started asking Keith questions. How did he find him, how did he know that he wanted water, did he know that his shoes were off-brand?

Keith tried to reply to even the most inane things that came out of his mouth, but he quickly found that Lance was happy just talking and didn’t really need to be engaged. Which worked out for him because Lance had moved on to complimenting him and he was having trouble finding words after that.

Your face is really pretty in the moonlight. That jacket looks really good on you. Even if they aren’t Converse, your shoes are really cool.

The memory of it made Keith’s face heat even as he stood alone in the men’s room, but last night he had felt like it was on fire.

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tagged by @maplerosekisses

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

hah ha ahaahaaaa....

well, ive been very bad about actually working on things in the past like 6 months but in the past couple of weeks ive been kicking myself into actually doing stuff again sooo here’s whats going on with me

currently splitting my attention between:

- writing a klance office/pokemon go oneshot (im actually working on this right now)

- writing/storyboarding/planning in general for a short video im making with a friend as a way to practice the animation and special effects skills i learned in school

- working myself into the ground to keep my dnd game on course

the things i’ve started and put down but have every intention of returning to as soon as i have the energy are:

- a long list of voltron fics including:

   - chapter 3 of klance club au (which is about half written but im seriously considering scrapping it and starting over)

    - chapter 4 of dating by the rules ( which is planned but has like 2 sentences written)

   - chapter 4 of gates ( lol its planned and has the first 2 paragraphs written, but i got distracted by planning the whole rest of the fic before i finished )

   - the rest of that klance drunk fuck college au (which has nothing except for a deleted keith scene bc holy shit i started this fic with literally no idea of what to do with it)

   - a shallura coffeeshop au where allura is an overworked grad student and shiro is the overly chipper barista who tries to get her to smile every morning

   - a complicated soulmark au that isnt centered around “finding your soulmate” and focuses on the whole team (with a side of klance)

- non-fic things are :

   - a voltron comic (fashion magazine au where altea is a magazine that was ruined by a competing brand and allura is determined to rebuild her fathers company)

   - a (short) voltron comic based on a play on words that i came up with over a year ago

   - designing and drawing my players characters for my home dnd game

   - also the handful of drawings that my friend has requested for the voltron dnd game we are playing

   - my ocs and their comic

   - (pretty much all art in general bc holy shit i havent drawn anything in forever)

   - planning and designing a ygo-inspired duelist class for a special dnd oneshot im going to run for my birthday in a couple months

wow this is long im so sorry. i start project and then drop them but i always intend to go back. so i consider myself to still be working on it bc even if im not actively producing content for it, im still thinking about it.

tagging : shit a lot of my friends dont regularly use tumblr anymore

if you read this whole post and you want to share what you’re working on, please consider yourself tagged!! I love reading what other people are creating!!! pls share!!