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a stage manager and her crew

witchyrouge  asked:

Any advice for drawing Coran?His face seems to beautiful to draw.

well what i did was just kept constantly drawing his face until I got the hang of it and could do it from memory //trips and many many drawings of coran fall out of my jacket// aha that aint surprising

here’s my usual process drawing from memory 

just keep drawing his goshdarn beautiful face!

As promised, the fic update is here! And I swear I uploaded it before 12 so I still kept my promise! It’s over 15k of words, and i hope you guys like it! <3 

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If you want a summary, just know this is Keith’s heart for most of the chapter.

Keith cuts his hair
  • Keith: (hair is agonizingly terrifyingly short, sits down at table like nothing has happened) Hey guys what's for lunch.
  • Lance: (eyes wide, fuming) WHAT DID YOU DO?
  • Hunk: (smug faced, obviously helped with the crime) what do you mean lance? what happened?
  • Lance: (enraged, obviously) CANT YOU SEE HIM? LOOK AT HIM!
  • Hunk: (looks at Keith) what? (Slight chuckle is stopped before escaping his lips) what's wrong lance?
  • Keith: (so nonchalant, it's like chalant never existed) Seriously, bro what's wrong?
  • Lance: (face growing redder by the second) HE SAID BRO! HUNK! WHY ARE YOU NOT WORRIED?
  • Hunk: (grinning evilly) I don't see anything wrong.
  • Lance: (about to explode) HE- HE-
  • Lance: (inhales) HE CUT HIS HAIR! WHERE IS THE MULLET? KEITH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU CRADLED ME IN YOUR ARMS! I TRUSTED YOU! AND NOW (close to tears) YOU JUST BETRAYED ME? HOW COULD YOU? YOU JUST... YOU CUT IT OFF AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME AND-
  • Keith: (snort laughing) Lance.
  • Lance: (eyes filled with rage at his obvious betrayal) YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? YOU THINK I-
  • Keith: Lance it's a wig.
  • Lance: (silent)
  • Lance:
  • Lance:
  • Lance: FUCK YOU MULLETHEAD