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Random Merc trio sketch

Who/what should I attempt to draw next? Key word: attempt

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Part two of quotes that still fuck me up

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This quote physically hurts

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Random doodle when I should have been paying attention in class Agent Lacie from Code Crimson (still coming up with a name for my story)

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Is this something the character would say? Probably not... Oh well, I'm writing it anyways....

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Do you ever forget what you wrote in the last page so you end up contradicting yourself? Because this whole chapter is me forgetting how to write and repeating the same thing over and over again.

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Picture (Voltron)

For @synnesai

Summary: Shiro secretly has picture of Keith on his phone. But what happens when the others find out? Pictures are based on Synnesai’s drawings

Note: I have no idea how some of their equipment run or what they do have, so I just made a bunch of stuff up. And I only spent two hours on this because I should be sleeping, but once I have an idea, I can’t stop writing

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“Coran, what are you doing so early in the morning?” Lance yawned, rubbing his eyes. In his blurred vision, he noticed that Hunk was sitting at the table, eating a pile of lime green goop. A electronic shuffle indicated that another person had walked into the room. Lance turned around, only to be faced with Pidge, typing away on his device.

“Seriously, why are you people up so early?” Lance asked again.

“Better question is, why are YOU up so early? Shouldn’t you be sleeping for another… like 4 hours?” Hunk muttered between bites.

“ I woke up to Coran running past my room.” Lance explained, walking over to Coran, who was hooking up a device to a projection screen “But seriously Coran, what are you doing?”

“ I’m trying to investigate this suspicious object that you humans possess.” Coran explained, gesturing to the device.

“Is that Shiro’s phone?” Pidge looked over, then got up to join them.

“How did you manage to get his phone?” Hunk asked, surprised.

“Oh, I made sure he was fast sleep and snatched it” Coran beamed, quite proud of himself. The paladins had to give him credit for that. Shiro was very protective of his stuff and because of that, was a very light sleeper.

“Dude, it’s just a phone. You use it to call or text other people, and there are apps that let you do certain things. What is so unusual about it? The Castle ship can do way more than this little thing” Lance reminded him.

“Oh really? Does this device have mind control? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s doing to Shiro” Coran asked.

“Mind control? What makes you think his phone is controlling his mind?” Pidge asked for clarification. He picked up the phone and scanned it with one of his many devices he carried. It beeped red, signaling that it was in fact, just a normal human phone.

“Do phones have the ability to make someone randomly smile?” Coran asked.

“I mean, yea, if you see something funny online, or if you see a picture of food that just… looks so… delicious and mouthwatering…..” Hunk imagined, prompting Coran to hit him.

“When was the last time you saw Shiro smile? At a device?” Coran explained.

“Besides, I don’t even think we get reception out here. We’re so far away from Earth…” Lance reminded him.

“AND just yesterday, I saw him kiss his phone. KISS IT. AND SMILE. YOU CANT TELL HE THAT ISNT MIND CONTROL!” Coran yelled in excitement.

“What are you guys doing?” A voice came from behind them. Allure had just entered the room, coming to investigate Coran’s yelling.

“Hey princess. Coran thinks Shiro’s phone is mind controlling him or something.” Pidge explained as Allura stepped closer.

“This should be interesting” Allura smiled as Coran pulled up a digital replica of Shiro’s phone.

“Man, that’s so cliche. A nature scene for a lock screen? How basic can he get?” Lance chuckled.

“Wait, what’s that?” Pidge pointed at the enlarged screen. Right by one of the trees was a figure.

“Coran, can you zoom in?” Hunk ordered.

“Already on it”

“Wait… is that Keith?” Pidge adjusted his glasses

“I think it is” Allura confirmed.

“It could just be a coincidence…” Hunk brought up.

“Okay… passcode… passcode… anyone know Shiro’s passcode?” Coran looked around, only to be faced with head shakes. “Okay, that means we’ll have to hack his phone…”

He pulled up a code generator and waited as it silently hummed, giving out hundreds of possible options until it finally stopped on one number.

“1701, looks like that’s our number” Coran perked up as he unlocked Shiro’s phone. Nothing in the world could prepared them for what they saw next. Even though they had been through so much together, it still managed to shock them. The first thing they saw was his background. It was a picture of Keith. Laying on a motorcycle. With his hand in his pocket. Looking seductively at the camera.

Lance was the first one to burst out laughing. And the others quickly followed suit.

“Oh my god, what was that?” Hunk laughed as he went back to the table to sit down and catch his breath.

“What the…. how… why… Was that Keith?” Allura chuckled.

“I believe so… is that why Shiro is always smiling at his phone?” Coran assumed.

“If that’s his background picture, I wonder what’s his contact picture for Keith.” Pidge wondered, looking over at Coran who quickly navigated to Shiro’s contact. He scrolled down to Keith’s information and clicked on it. His picture looked harmless enough. Nothing unusual, just a picture of Keith.

“Wait, since it’s a contact image, it has to fit a certain sizing. Can’t you click on the image to see the original?” Pidge reminded them. Allura stepped up to the phone and clicked on Keith’s profile picture.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one only said two. Sexy Keith. Or maybe six. Sexy keith with stiletto high boots. Sexy Keith with bare shoulders showing. Sexy Keith licking a lollipop sexily. Or sexy Keith randomly modeling for Shiro. Either way, the picture of Keith made the first image seems so normal compared to this one. Once again, everyone was in shock at what they saw. And once again, everyone couldn’t contain themselves.

“W- what was THAT?” Hunk choked on the goop that he was eating.

After a few minutes of laughing, choking, random out bursts, and every form of laughter imaginable, Lance managed to speak.

“We have to stop… this is literally killing me.” Lance wheezed, running out of air. He tried to compose himself, but ended up bursting into a laughing fit once again. He clutched his sides, obvious that his laughter had finally reached a point where it was causing him physical pain. Even Allura was laughing so hard that she headed to the table to sit down.

“I get where you were going with this, Coran.” Pidge clutched his chest, trying to stop laughing. “It does look like Shiro is being mind controlled.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying. People don’t usually smile or kiss their phones for no reason.” Coran smirked, chucking to himself, finding the situation rather amusing, even to himself.

“I think we should put his phone back before he find out.” Pidge advised, finally managed to stop laughing. Everyone looked at Pidge in agreement, then to Coran.

“Wait, you want me to put his phone back?” Coran looked around at everyone.

“You’re the one who took it” Lance argued.

“Plus it was your idea” Hunk added.

“I guess there’s no other choice.” Coran sighed, picked up the phone and walked out.

After a few minutes, he returned, having completed his mission. And they all swore that they wouldn’t tell Shiro or Keith what they had saw, although they always started laughing whenever they saw the pair together.

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When you have 5 word documents open but no motivation to write any of them 😥

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(RVB) HUNGOVER

“York. What did I tell you?” The red haired soldier berated, looming over the half passed out freelancer. York mumbled a string of incomprehensible words and rolled over, knocking into a bunch of empty glass bottles. As they rolled around, clinking into each other, York covered his ears and winced. He rolled around even more until he bumped into another figure that just walked into the room.

“What in God’s name happened here?” North questioned, looking around. The freelancer’s recreation room was a complete mess. All the furniture was overturned, there were empty cups and bottles everywhere. Cards were scattered everywhere. On closer inspection, North realized that there were a few other people in the room. There was York at the base of his feet, muttering something. Someone was underneath the overturned couch. Judging from the armor color, he assumed it was Wash. 479er was on the floor, half nude. Nearby was a familiar purple and green armor, with its owner sprawled out across a table. North pinched the bridge of his nose. He always knew that South was a low-key alcoholic. She hid it well, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the water bottles in her room didn’t contain water, but vodka. North looked away from his passed out twin and spotted Carolina standing nearby shaking her head and looked to her for answers.

“Apparently, York and 479er had snuck in some alcohol from the last planet we were on. And by some, I mean enough to get a whole bar drunk” Carolina sighed, not really wanting to give away what happened, but at the same time, didn’t want to be responsible for her inactions.

“How did they do that? Don’t they do inventory checks? I mean, alcohol isn’t a huge contraband aboard the Mother of Invention, but you would think that they would have at least caught them…” North wondered out loud, trying to think how two soldiers had smuggled in booze into a highly top secret space station.

“Hey, don’t ask, don’t tell.” Carolina chuckled and walked over to York. She softly shook him, which was enough to get him to wake up.

“Ugh, what happened?” York drowsily stuttered. He looked around in confusion. North opened one of a cabinets used to stash snacks and flinched back as a pile of half empty snack containers fell out and spilled all over the floor. North sighed and grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to York. The rest of the freelancers will be pissed. It wasn’t often that they land on a planet with junk food and snacks. Traveling a lot meant that they were stuck with the military rations. It was disgusting and even a dog wouldn’t be caught eating it. But they had all agreed that they would have a snack cabinet for rainy days when the director was being especially tough on them. But now that about half of the stash was eaten and a good portion of the other half was either opened or tampered with, there wasn’t much left that would last a month or so. He squatted down next to York to interrogate him.

“York. What happened?” North frowned.

“No-north….. Buddy… you…. You didn’t want to party with us yesterday?” York slurred. Carolina whacked him in the back of his head, which elicited a yelp from him.

“What was that for?” York pouted, rubbing his head.

“Just drink the water and answer the question.” Carolina commanded.

“Fine” York pouted and chugged down the bottle of water. As he did, a crash was heard and the three looked over.

Because of how dirty the white walls have become, they didn’t notice that right against the wall, on top of a counter was Wyoming, who was camouflaged. He has fallen off the counter and crashed onto the floor. The loud crash caused all the other hung over freelancers to wake up. Wash crawled out from underneath the couch. South woke up and fell off the table. 479er slowly woke up, fumbled around for a bottle and started drinking again. Underneath a huge pile of blanket and clothes, another body stirred and sat up. Maine groggily opened his eyes and looked at everyone, who were now staring at him.

“What day is it?” Wash whispered loudly, looking around at the overturned room.

“It’s January first.” York smiled slyly.

“Wait? Really? Wait… that means… York… you did not…. ” Wash realized. York laughed while Wash glared him down.

“What’s wrong, Wash?” York snickered. North sighed, went into the cabinet, and started getting more bottles of water for everyone.

“YOU SAID THAT WAS APPLE JUICE” Wash practically shouted, prompting South to throw a couch cushion at him.

“Shut up. I can’t believe you believed him. Besides, do you not know the difference between apple juice and beer?” South groaned, accepting the water from her brother.

“I don’t know….I thought maybe it was some space apple juice or something. I know the orange juice tasted weird.” Wash tried defending himself from his ignorance.

“You mean the one in the fridge? That’s Connie’s. She made a huge batch of mimosas last night so she could have brunch with us today. Usually you make it the morning of, but I guess she didn’t want to make it in the morning.” Carolina snickered, joining in on the laughter.

“Besides, how in the world did you sneak in alcohol?” North asked.

“I… I told the supervisors that the crate was filled with toxic materials. When they left, I stored the bottles in ten different places. Throughout the week, I slowly retrieved them all and stored them in a hidden storage compartment in York’s room.”

“Jesus Christ. No wonder they don’t allow alcohol on board.” Carolina groaned as she started cleaning up.

“479er, please put some clothes on. South, drink more water and sober up. York, help Carolina clean up. We don’t want the director coming in here and seeing all this alcohol everywhere.” North commanded.

“I don’t think that will be necessary….” Wyoming spoke up.

“What does that mean?” Carolina froze in her tracks.

“I mean the director isn’t going to be pissed….”South snickered.

“Wait… where is the director?” Carolina realized, looking at the clock. It was nearly noon and there was no sign of the director. It was unusual that they started any sort of training after 6 am. After a brief exchange of looks from the other partygoers, York spoke up.

“He’s passed out in the storage room.” York snickered.

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Writing is weird because chapters are like 3 pages... 4 pages... 3 pages... 6 pages... 8 pages... 6 pages... 20 pages... 13 pages... 5 pages... 15 pages... On another note, I'm trying to finish writing my RVB prom Au before I upload so I can fix spelling, grammars, and inconsistencies all at once....

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What's a good website to put my writing on? I want to release my RVB HS PROM AU, but a few chapters start getting really long. I used to have/use fanfiction but I was thinking about making an ao3 account but idk how I would tag...

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I'm going to start a fucking sad Norkington fic featuring Felix and Echo(oc) where everyone hates everyone and there is just so much shit going on. It's gonna be fun

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IDEA: UNO: The Movie drinking game Every time someone puts down a 7 or a 0, take a shot

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Stickers

“Agent Washington” a voice bellowed throughout the mess hall. Wash looked up from his meal and looked around until he located the voice. Carolina was walking towards him, pissed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that when someone wasn’t happy with Wash, they would use his full name. He squeaked, causing York and North to laugh in response.

“What did you do, Wash?” North whispered, right before Carolina arrived at the table.

“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it, I swear.” Wash stuttered as Carolina sat across from him, glaring at him.

“Oh really…. Care to explain why there are cat stickers everywhere.” Carolina snapped, throwing her helmet on the table. A huge sticker of a cat saying “I’m purr-fect” stuck to the top.

“So, that was you. It took me hours to get all the stickers off everything.” South interrupted as she was walking by, pulling out a small notebook that she was carrying. She slammed it down on the table, causing everyone to flinch. North grabbed the notebook and started flipping through the contents. Pages and pages of the tiny book was filled to the brim with stickers.

“Where did you even get this many?” Connie popped up from behind South. Her clothing was covered in cartoon cat stickers. She laughed, more amused than angry at the cat overload.

“Okay. So... The last planet we visited had this cute shop with stationary and there was a sale on the stickers, so-” Wash muttered, right before York cut him off.

“So, you decided to buy out the whole shop…” York guessed, at which Wash gave a guilty nod.

“Okay… I get that…. What I still don’t understand is why there are stickers in my personal drawer…” Carolina growled.

“What do you mean by personal drawer…?” North chuckled, looking at Wash, who just looked at Carolina in confusion.

“Jesus christ. Do I have to spell it out for you people? My fucking underwear drawer.” Carolina growled, tossing a bra down on the table and turned red. The freelancers gathered around the table, staring at the black bra like it was some sort of alien object.

“Okay. That’s not me. See, this is a dog sticker. I only bought cats…” Wash delicately picked up the bra, blushing profusely. He gestured towards the stickers placed right in the middle of the bra with his other hand.

“Well, he’s right. That’s a dog sticker….”Connie snickered, ruffing Wash’s hair.

“York….” Carolina turned her head towards York and glared at him.

“Why do you think I did it?” York put his hand up, looking at everyone who were now staring at him.

“Wash is obviously a cat person. And you’re a dog person. Who else would do this?” Carolina put her hand on York’s shoulder, pushing into his shoulder blade.

“I swear, it wasn’t me…. Come on Carolina…. When was the last time I lied to you?” York winced in pain, then pouted.

“When was the last time you didn’t lie to me?” Carolina loosen her grip on York. “BUT, if I find out that any of you are responsible for this, things aren’t going to be pretty. AND if you decided to continue with this “sticker tagging” game, I’m might “accidently” tag you with my gun.” Carolina stormed off. South grabbed her notebook and whacked Wash in the back of his head. York awkwardly chuckled and excused himself to get an icepack. Connie walked off laughing, while Wash pulled out a few pages of stickers from him pocket, sighed, and walked away in defeat. As he left, a soft purple and pink light lit up from where Wash was sitting.

“North…” Theta muttered, looking around, making sure that no one was around.

“What’s up, kiddo?” North smiled.

“Should we stop?” Theta stuttered, looking at North’s hand. North opened his hand, revealing quite a few stickers sticking to his palms.

“It’s okay. We won’t get in trouble. Besides, I managed to tag Wash right before he left. No one will find out.” North chuckled and grinned as he tagged the table and left.

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Short RVB fic a wrote a while ago

Setting: Alternate ending to the Carolina and Sharkface fights

“I’m sorry…. I’m sorry that we killed your friends. But this is your last chance to make it out alive.” Carolina offered sympathetically.

“What, you think this will make everything fair? A lame apology? That’s not going to bring my friends back to life!” Sharkface screamed.

“My friends aren’t going to come back either. Connie…. Maine… the Twins….. York….” Carolina sighed.

“But at least you got your revenge. You destroyed the one behind everything. Your friends’ death. You avenged them. And it’s about time I got my revenge!” Sharkface raged, lunging at the staggering Freelancer. Right as he approached her, he pulled out a knife and stabbed her. Carolina screamed out in pain.

“No… You don’t understand….” Carolina finally stuttered as she slowly collapsed on the ground, helpless and dying out.

“CAROLINA!” Epsilon shouted, right before Sharkface pulled her helmet off and threw it off a cliff, severing his connections to her.

“The man… who did this to me…. Who killed my friends…. Was my father… I killed my father…. I turned myself into an orphan…. Now he will never love me….” Carolina gasped, right before the light left her eyes.

Sharkface got up and turned around, only to be faced with the only living Freelancer left. They both stared at Carolina’s limp body in silence. Sharkface smiled and the battle was on.

*****

Sharkface, covered in blood, walked off into the distance, leaving behind two dead bodies and a helpless AI without the means to communicate outside his vessel.

*****

“Hey guys, do you think….” Caboose started.

“What?” Tucker sighed, firing at the enemies, “We’re a little busy here.”

“Where are Carolina and Wash?” Kimball yelled, barely louder than the sound of gunshots.

“They’ll be back.” Doyle chimed in, “They promised to win this war.”

“Well, they better. They promised that we’ll come out of this safe and sound.” Sarge recalled, with a quick nod from everyone else.

*****

And that was the only promise the Freelancers couldn’t keep.

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An argument with a friend gave birth to this drawing. WHAT IF.... Wash and Felix were friends in elementary school? They're both their own version of crazy and probably didn't have many friends. Especially when Wash almost killed Cecil Kyle(?). So what if they were friends just for the sake of having friends. Felix would be a bad influence, but he would also protect Wash. Might write this into a fic one day...

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PERSONAL TO DO LIST WRITE -RVB prom Au -RVB modern spy au (featuring my OC and the mercs) - Other spy story (all OCs;for a friend) -Fantasy adventure story (for a friend) -possibly a heartbreaking RVB fic DRAW - Sad RVB drawings (20+ ideas) - RVB Prom characters in modern hs outfits I really need to label my stories