shades colour

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“Well? What do you think?”

“What are you  doing ?”

“Wearing your jacket.”

“I can see that moron! But why?! What does this accomplish apart from making you look stupid?”

“Hey!” Lance said indignantly, jumping back as Keith got up from the floor and advanced towards him.

“Give it back!”

“No!”

“Give. It. Back.”

“Just hear me out first!” Keith stilled with his hands clasped around the collar of his stolen jacket.

Fanart for @purpleneutrino‘s fic Entangled. It’s amazing and I’m sad it’s gonna end soon. I got really frustrated with the fanart and just kinda gave up (I can’t shade.. or colour?). I put in a quick Keith wearing Lance’s jacket from the next scene to make up for it.

Please teach me your ways of digital painting and shading because I‘m clearly not progressing as fast as I want to ;_;

Fun Fact: I actually rewatched some Voltron to find the episode where Lance and Hunk are wearing pyjamas to correctly reference the canon pyjamas for Lance. And they really do not go with that jacket, haha.
When you’re too obsessed with getting every detail right.

Anyway, I hope you’ll still like this, there’s definitely more coming even when Entangled ends because I really really really love it!

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I got a new tablet, and between Klance and Bluepulse fic writing I scribbled an angsty Galra Keith/Klance thing to help with a smidge of writers block and the usual anxiety. If I ever finish shading/colouring it (it’ll be horrid, I have never been one for colouring) I’ll spam that too.

But more importantly… two days then all my space babies are back omf! Soon my fellow Voltron fans, soon.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.