#ppfftt

[virtual-person-enthusiast]

“What bait do you use?”

“The illusion of opportunity.”

“There’s your problem. That only works on men”

[triaelf9]

Oops, guess as a Bi, i'm not allowed to buy this one, i'll have to pick another lol

[sinnerxroulette]

Also, All seriousness aside a moment, saying you’re Angel’s “Favorite client” when we haven’t even spoken. Let alone rped together?

The audacity

lmaoooo

no pres-established relationships my dudes

[critical-and-cringe]

I’m sure someone has already said this but

Janis and Damian from Mean Girls: The Musical

are Virgil and Roman if they were high school outcast bffs

and if Virgil was a lesbian

[darknesslioness]

Alternate Connections

Okay, in case Tumblr craps out or Tumblr’s neural networks become even more ridiculous somehow, here are links to my other accounts. At the moment of this post, Twitter and Instagram don’t really have anything in them and Deviantart I rarely use nowadays. Really, I’m most active on AO3, but that’s only when I have a finished story to post.

However, I’m hoping over the weekend to start moving my posted art over to Twitter and I might start posting on Deviantart again as well. All of my writings will remain on AO3, where they belong. Instagram will probably end up being the backup of my backup.

Here you go!

Twitter

Instagram

Deviantart

ArchiveOfOurOwn(AO3)

I’ll say again that I am not leaving this site. I’m going to stay here as long as I can or can stand. These links are mainly precautions. If my account disappears here or I decide to not use Tumblr anymore, these are other places you can find me (and will definitely use if it comes to that).

You guys be safe!

Sincerely,

Lioness

[thepurpah-moved]

@squigglydigg and I would both rock fannypacks in our *ahem* own respective styles.

[blind-bendy]

ask-the-crafty-demon-bleh

replied to your photo “have my doodle of today, blind who doesn’t accept his cuteness, what a...”

But you are~

[l-x-ie]

I wish you would write a fic where... Lance dabs and accidentally smacks Keith really hard in the face.

“Okay, off the west wall, the rim of the trash can, hitting the drain and straight in,” Pidge commanded, pointing at each individual object. She shot him a smug smirk, already confident in her win.

Lance waved a hand at her, brushing off her smug tone. “Please, a piece of pie. Let the sharpshooter show you how it’s done.”

“Uh, I think you mean cake, Lance,” Hunk offered.

“Whatever!” Lance’s cheeks warmed a bit. Ignoring it he took his stance, readying the little bouncy ball in his hand. He squinted at the flat surface of the wall and the different angles he would have to hit.

“Anytime, sharpshooter,” Pidge goaded. 

“Shut up, Pidge!” Lance shouted before taking aim and hurling the little rubber ball.

He held his breath as the little red and blue ball bounced off the wall, skimming the rim of the trash can, making it tilt over before righting itself. It then was diverted to the drainpipe where it was flung perfectly into the goal-a cardboard box- centered in the middle of the back alley behind their apartment.

“Whooooo!!” Lance cheered, basking in the shrieking of Pidge’s screeches of ‘What?!’ and Hunk whooping along with him and high-fiving him. Lance stuck his arms up in a dab in both directions, hand skimming the fluff of Pidge’s hair.

“What now, Pidge!” he enthused, high on his win. He pointed at her, a grin splitting his face. “I’ll give you one more shot. Off the balcony, to the wall, hitting that bird, and straight in.” 

She made some intelligible noise, grumbling about his sheer dumb luck.

Lance lined up his shot, ready to shove his next win in his friend’s face. His true friend avidly watching him make the shot.

Said friend grumped off to the side, with Lance’s sheer dumb luck he would probably make the shot. Instead of watching Lance do his stupid pre-throw ritual- weird shoulder wiggle and foot shifting and all- and looked to the entrance to their little alcove. 

She recognized a familiar mop of hair and waved him over. Maybe with the distraction of his supposed “rival”, it would screw Lance up.

Keith’s brown furrowed in confusion, looking at the scene before him, silently making his way over to his neighbors. “What’s up?” Keith whispered to Pidge when he got there.

“Something stupid,” Pidge said flatly.

“Pidge, just because you’re a sore loser doesn’t mean this is stupid,” Lance retorted not even looking at them before launching the bouncy ball.

The ball promptly bounced off the railing of a balcony, to the wall across from it to hit the startled pigeon taking flight, feathers raining down onto their little troop, and directly falling and bouncing in the cardboard box.

Pidge immediately groaned, heels of her hands digging into her eye sockets, glasses pushed up onto her forehead. Lanced threw up his hands cheering with Hunk before throwing himself into another dab, not noticing that Keith was right behi–

“Gahck!” Keith choked out as Lance’s noodle hand smacked him right in the nose.

“Keith!” Lance shouted, hands fluttering about Keith who was clutching his nose with both hands. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize you were right behind me! What were you doing there?! Oh, Jesus…”

Hunk gently but firmly moved Lance out of the way and guided Keith’s hands from his face. Pidge snorted as Lance hovered around them, completely forgetting about his sharpshooting skills.

“I told you this game was stupid!” she shouted at him, laughing too hard to pay attention to Lance flipping her off over her shoulder.