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trivojol · 7 months
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It's Keith's month!!
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apprentice-s · 9 months
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the red paladins of voltron x
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badsongpetey · 8 months
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This is one of my fav scenes. "Cargo pilot" Lance takes charge, comes up with a plan, and Keith listens (much to Keith's surprise). It's everything Lance always wanted. I think it was pretty arguable that s1 was setting up BP Lance/RP Keith as endgame. Keith's expressions are top notch here too, too bad they ditched this version of Keith in the end...
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sanstoons · 10 months
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black paladin allura you'll always be famous to me 🖤
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+ pink armor version :D 🩷
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found a few old vld drawings from my twt moments and ngl i really like this piece, so i think it's valid to share it here as well :)
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grumpygryphon · 5 months
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Been working on these Wark-iors of Light! Got to do some final line weight touch ups (looking at you White Mage) and then I’m calling them done.
These will be available as a stickersheet and some also as acrylic charms!
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viveela · 6 months
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The Princess has been kidnapped!
Drew this for a fic I've been tryna make for ages, it's finally seeing the light
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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months
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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing.”
Vaguely, Lance registers that he’s far too loud, that his dead-of-night shout has people peeking out their doors, rubbing groggy eyes. He knows he should tone it down and handle this gracefully and he meant to, thought about it in the hour or so he spent crouched but his door, waiting, straining his ears for the sound of Keith’s silent footsteps, convinced something would go down tonight.
Correct.
Keith jumps, duffel bag slipping off his shoulder and thumping as it hits the floor. He whirls around to meet Lance’s eyes and the shock melts quickly into stubbornness, into something defensive and irritated.
“Go back to bed, Lance,�� he says evenly, and Lance envisions punching him. Lance envisions gripping the sleeve of his jacket and holding him in place. Both visions fight for standing ground in his mind, blurring into each other. His fists curl at his sides and he has to hold himself back, physically, root himself in place.
He thinks about saying, I know you’re afraid.
He thinks about saying, you will always have a place here.
He thinks about saying, please don’t leave me.
He says, “You’re running,” and it comes out sharp and accusatory, and there is a hiss from somewhere beside them, quick inhale through the teeth, but the world feels narrow, blurry around the edges, and Keith is the only one in focus, the only one Lance can see.
Keith’s face drops into something menacing, something as flat as it is furious, something familiar and almost comforting.
“Coward,” Lance spits before he can say anything. The cruelty of the words leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he relishes in it, sucking it off his teeth.
He watches as Keith’s shoulders shift, an aborted lunge, as his chest inhales and exhales with a measured and practice breath. Watches as he calms himself, visibly, yanks himself back from the edge. Lance prepares to yank him right the hell back.
(Anything to keep him from going. To distract him, enrage him, occupy him.)
(Anything to make him stay.)
“You don’t know a goddamn thing about me,” Keith says, angry and short, less fiery than Lance expected, more controlled than he’s ever seen.
Lance panics. Keith tears his eyes away and bends down, wrapping his hand around the forgotten duffel bag strap, swinging it back over his shoulder. He turns and walks — stomps — away, heading down the hall, towards the hangars. Leaving.
Lance loses control of his mouth. A sound fights its way out of his throat, something croaking and furious and desperate, and like a cork shooting off a champagne bottle there is nothing he can do to stop what comes next.
“Your voice cracks when you lie.”
The anger has practically fled from his voice. In its place is pleading, begging, vulnerable. He chokes it back and tries to swallow and it does nothing, it bubbles out of him, spilling down his face and dripping onto the floor and soaking his bare feet, the ankles of his silk pajama pants. It comes all the way back up to his neck and chokes him, instead.
Keith freezes.
The champagne keeps bubbling.
“You — duck your head when you smile. And when you’re confident you snap your fingers on your left hand. When you read you mouth along to the words, except when you get really into a book, which is always, and then you stop. You always end up hiccuping after you eat because you fucking — hoover them back, you animal.“
Lance sniffles. The lump in his throat gets harder and harder to speak around, but the urge didn’t go away, the intense need to spill his guts, to slice himself open and spill at the ground by Keith’s feet.
Stay. Stay. Stay.
“You’re not as elusive as you think, you fucker.”
He forces himself to stop, then, bites his tongue until he tastes blood, until the words stop flowing. He inhales big and long and holds it, lets the air go stale in his lungs, lets his heart start to pound.
“I want to go,” Keith says, back still turned.
His voice cracks on ‘want’.
Lance gasps an exhale. “You’re a fucking liar.”
Keith’s turn is slow, and Lance can’t help but think it’s on purpose. To torture him, to test him. To say I don’t believe you. To say when I turn back you’re going to break character.
It’s heartbreaking, a little. And the heartbreak is written all over Lance’s face, and he watches as Keith sees it.
“You saw the problem first,” Keith argues, weakly. Lance hears what he doesn’t say: I’m leaving or else you’ll have to.
And Lance knows he was the one to go to Keith with his pinky finger extended and wide worried eyes. He knows he was the one who planted the idea of leaving in Keith’s head, never meaning for him to be the one to go but expecting him to try anyway. He knows he’s the one who’s standing here, in the middle of the hallway, arguing around the subject, half-conscious of his friends’ stares, their acknowledgment that more is being said than just their words.
And Lance shoves that all back, and says: “I told you I’d be your Red.”
Paladin. Your Red Paladin. But the words don’t come all the way out.
Keith swallows. “I know.”
“I won’t be anyone else’s.”
“…I know.”
Lance’s hands shake. “So you can’t leave me, you motherfucker.”
The duffel drops to the floor again. This time it’s intentional. This time it’s shoved off Keith’s shoulders.
He takes three great strides forward, grasping Lance’s face in his perpetually burning hands, and shoves their lips together, bruising.
“If I leave then the math checks out,” he whispers, pulling back, eyes closed, breathing heavy. His forehead is pressed to Lance’s like he can beam his thoughts into his brain.
Lance sighs. “If you leave I’ll follow.” His eyes flutter shut. “You goddamn suck at math.”
Keith snorts. “A little.”
“Stop trying to fix my problems without me.”
“It’s — I want to. Fix your problems.”
“I want you here.”
“…Okay.”
“Promise me, Keith.”
“Okay,” Keith says again, quieter. “I’ll stay, Red.” He kisses Lance again and this time it’s soft, loving instead of desperate. “I’ll stay.”
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animatic by @jiveyuncle
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jiveyuncle · 9 days
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Just a couple of dumbasses swordfighting
*offers you these pen doodles from my lunch break*
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k1ance-a-lot · 7 months
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D2-4 Weapon | Red Paladin | Black Paladin
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nortedwayfinder · 3 months
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when you're so yolked you have a team attack with yourself
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misstangshan95 · 2 months
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'Love Reignites' ⚔️❤️‍🔥🌹
Paladin Amy and Excalibur Sonic 💙⚔️🩷
Mini angsty Sonamy comic maybe? 🤔
I made the lighting look like you can see through them, seeing their hearts together. Was just me sketching them kiss then it turned to this.
Simple sketch with this Lighting is effective as hell could make an interesting comic out of it.🤘
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trivojol · 8 months
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Savior 🌹🖤
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theninthlaw · 1 year
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JOB STONE WIPs I redid Urianger’s and Raha’s foundations to do a new set of those two since I wasn’t entirely happy with how they originally turned out. Long way to go with these as well as draw the rest of the jobs. Once all the basics are done for all the jobs, I’ll move onto colouring and stuff. Black mage: Yshtola Dark Knight: Fray Astrologian: Urianger Paladin: G’raha Tia Monk: Lyse Red Mage: Alisaie
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skybristle · 4 months
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[REBLOGS > LIKES [tags appreciated!]
oh, but i'm outside, and waiting to see: a glow in the snow, coming closer to me
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GRAHAHHAHHHH THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG. GOD. BUT THEY MAKE ME SOOO ILL. I love you paladin i love you black gauntlet smothers flame i love you longing across traversable distances. fun fact i was intending to put echo particles since effigy's echo is like Right above her but it was too cluttery/didnt fit well. but know he is there. forced to watch his closest friend succumbing to this fate
crossing starscapes is co owned with @drake-dragon
something so fucked up to me about the only glow in the snow being the pearl- the manifestation of gauntlets unending rage as she has lost her mind to animal instincts. she knows she lost so much. she can't remember any of the joyous memories- the laughter, hell, their names! but she lost them. and she promised herself in the past she would not forget. and she hasn't. And she is fucking angry.
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incorrectvld-quotes · 1 month
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soadscrawl · 1 month
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i love keith so much but he rlly was only black paladin via nepotism. shiros like "keith should be leader" as if keith isnt holding back a slur anytime something doesnt go his way within .01 seconds of him wanting it
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