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WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS FRAME.

LOOK AT THE WAY KEITH AND SHIRO ARE LOOKING AT LANCE.

I DARE YOU TO LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THEY ARE NOT IMPRESSED WITH LANCE’S FLYING

I FUCKING DARE YOU

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Eddsworld art for all the year long! These took two weeks to do in total. I plan to do something else with them…like a themed calendar or something on my RedBubble.

FIND THESE ON MY RB SHOP: http://www.redbubble.com/people/avikat/collections/679730-eddsworld-calendar?asc=u

  • Wade: I just want to cuddle with Peter 23/7
  • Matt: Why not 24?
  • Peter: Snack breaks.

okay but shatt seeing each other for the first time

Matt has been making his rounds on Galra prison ships. Him being human, the Galra don’t have a full grasp on how to detect them like the odor and heat signatures of other alien civilizations they’ve conquered. Because of that, his rebel group sends him on the espionage and breakout missions. He’s small, he’s fast, and - to the Galra - he’s nearly untraceable.

He breaks into one of their heavily armored cells, with only thirty seconds before the guards come back and the alarms sound. He never expected to find who he did. Word had gone around about the escape of The Champion, and Matt had only hoped that he’d found his way home, not back here. Not back in the throngs of the ones that had stolen their lives in the first place.

He also never expects to be immediately tackled, frozen in shock as the unfamiliar white tuft and scar marr a once familiar face. He doesn’t expect the fist raising up, up, a snarl ripping its way across Shiro’s face. Only as the hand starts its descent does Shiro’s face flash with recognition. His hand lands on the metal beside Matt’s head with an unusual thud, but he doesn’t have time to worry about it. They have only ten seconds until the guards are back.

Without a word, he pushes Shiro off of him, clambering onto his feet before pulling Shiro up as well. He doesn’t seem to weigh as much as he used to. He grabs Shiro’s unusual chest plate, half dragging him into the halls. 

But he took too long getting Shiro. The other guards near the escape pods have taken their post again. He hears Shiro swallow behind him. Matt readies his body to run forward; if either are to go down in this fight, it’s better him than Shiro. But Shiro’s hand find his shoulder, pushing him back up against the wall.

His eyes close with the impact of the wall, cold, hard metal jarring him almost as much as the warm, soft lips pressing against his own. Matt’s heart stutters in his chest, despite it being scant and chaste, not lasting for more than a couple seconds, but just long enough to leave Matt wanting more. God, he missed Shiro so much.

Wait for my signal,” murmurs Shiro, lips brushing against his own.

With that, Shiro takes off, right arm starting to glow under his body suit as he charges the Galran sentries.

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