can't art with right hand

As requested by @thalia-freaking-grace: Lance as Josh Dun from Tøp

Keith

Smooch the husband

we’ve been told that if we want crossovers we should create them…

so here’s part two of this miraculous lolirock shit that should totally be a thing

and Prax because ladynoir is ultimately my brotp of ML and marichat is currently winning otp position sorry not sorry plus cuz Prax would rock a red body suit, also it’s totally her color so there’s that


(the gents)

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (in progress)

Part 3 is out! It only took me a month. 8′D Just in time for a nice cliffhanger too. You’re welcome. >:3

- Yes, Wasabi swears in Klingon in my headcanon. XD It’s one of his… quirks. Alexander Carson is also my personal name for him. It just… seemed to fit him. *shrugs*

- As for how Tadashi knows this about him when he’s an amnesiac, well. He’s not completely a blank slate. He started to remember a few sparse things about his closest loved ones after Callaghan showed him some pictures and told him about them, and hey, can’t hurt to bring them out in a pinch to stop the huge guy with laser knives from slicing you up, right?

- Speaking of said guy with laser knives, Wasabi is essentially on autopilot here thanks to his headband, hence the blank expression and lack of dialogue on his end. He already knows this is Tadashi though. Only the real Tadashi would know these things about him and act like this. So this is Wasabi in a nutshell currently:

- Also, those tubes on Wasabi’s arms supply more juice to his blades, so cutting them will short them out. Luckily they don’t start spewing plasma everywhere when that happens. That… would make for a very short comic.

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“Laurent had appeared beneath an archway. Damen’s breath left him in a rush as he took him in: Laurent stood beneath the smooth white stone, the tangle of vines and wisteria matching the laurel that was balanced delicately atop his head, the rich green leaves gold-tipped. His hair was woven into a long braid that went diagonally across the back of his head and ended resting over his bare left shoulder, elegant as spun gold. He wore a white chiton with gold embroidery that resembled Damen’s, neither garment more elaborate than the other, though Laurent’s had a long overfold that flowed from the clasp of royal vermilion at his shoulder down to the backs of his knees. The soft twilight made him breathtaking, his pale limbs bare.

When Damen met his gaze, Laurent smiled, a genuine, joyful expression, nothing repressed or held back, and Damen’s heart moved in his chest. Laurent’s blue eyes were shining and looked nowhere but at him. Damen felt a little stunned.

Laurent came to stand before him and Damen thought, he will always be mine. Laurent’s smile had softened, the expression startlingly gentle, and his hands came up to cup Damen’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away the wetness there. If not for the emotion in his chest, Damen might’ve flushed. He hadn’t noticed that tears had come.”

A Firm Hold of My Heart - punktius