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With everyone's @klancekisszine arriving I was reminded of the WTIYS I never submitted and after a bit of debating, I decided I didn't want it to go to waste!

So without further ado, my previously abandoned 💋WTIYS:

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Keith stumbled. 

There, among the vastness of nothing: a light. Finally, after there being nothing, nothing, nothing. There was something. 

He blinked rapidly, praying to a god he never knew that it wouldn’t vanish. That it wouldn’t slip through his fingers just as everything tangible had done before. 

Because if it did? He wasn’t sure he had the strength to do it again. To follow another endless, yet thin thread. 

Because Lance was missing. Had been missing. For almost a year now. And it seemed like only him and the lions still had any hope left that he was alive. 

There would have been a catalyst, they said. You would have felt it. It would have hurt. 

But it did hurt. It still hurt. And that was why he wasn’t sure he could keep doing this. He would reach to the ends of the universe for Lance, but he didn’t know if he could. Physically. He was only mortal. 

But that was why this had to work. 

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of it before. Maybe because the astral plane had left him scarred—literally—in the past. But he was putting all his eggs in one basket with this one. Pulling himself above the tide one last time. If he failed, he’d surely sink. At least for a little while. But who knew how much time Lance had. 

So when the light didn’t flicker, but rather grew, Keith ran. His footsteps didn’t make a single sound, but he ran towards that light. That blue, blue, blue that only got brighter the farther he went. 

That blue, blue, blue that would guide him home. 

And then. A figure. An apparition. A shape in such a familiar form it made his bones ache. 

He didn’t know when he stopped moving. Stopped breathing. But the figure turned towards him. Took soundless steps his way. 

It was unmistakable. Of course it was, no one could ever replicate the energy that radiated off of Lance. Even if he was shrouded in blue. Dusting away at the edges, glowing in a way that seemed to suggest he was both dying and being revived at the same time. He was sure he looked the same. 

“Lance,” the name blew past his lips without permission. Without thought. 

His vision began to blur, and he panicked for a moment before realizing it was his own tears. They slid off his face as he stepped forwards, collecting in the air where he once was, refusing the cascade downwards like they would anywhere else. 

With every step Lance grew closer. With every step he saw more details. Remembered more details. Things he’d grievously forgotten. Like the precise placement of the freckles across his nose. How deep the singular dimple on his cheek creased into his skin. How far the Cupid’s bow dipped into his lips.

And there were new details too. A line running clean across his left cheek. A smaller one on his right temple. 

But undeniably, irrevocably, Lance.

“I knew you’d find me.” Droplets of water trailed behind him, just as the glittering of cosmic cinders swirled around his frame.

Keith reached out. The same way he’d been doing day after day after day. But this time something connected. And he could feel Lance’s skin beneath his own. 

“I knew all I had to do was wait.”

He guessed it didn’t matter how many times he’d mapped this scenario out in his head. Because all the words, everything he had wanted to say, was gone in an instant. 

“Are you alive?” Once again the words flowed without his consent. That wasn’t what he wanted to say. Not what he wanted his first words to Lance in nearly a year to be. “Where are you?”

He brushed his thumb under Lance's eyelid, gathering the tears there and swiping them off his skin. They broke apart and spun wildly into the space surrounding them. 

Lance smiled. A wobbly and fragile thing. Yet genuine all the same. “I’m right here, Keith.”

He grabbed Keith’s hand from his face and led it to his chest—bare he realized, as was his own—and pressed their hands into it. 

He was shot across space and time. Millions and millions of light years away, laid Lance. Keith would have never found him the way he was searching before. 

But then his hand was removed, and he was left to stare back at the man before him, eyes bright and smile crooked. 

Keith found his throat had gone dry. “Are you real?”

He nodded, the embers of his hair bursting at the movement. But Keith still couldn’t believe it.

“Would you like me to prove it to you?”

“Can you?”

The crooked smile went sly and Lance reeled him in by his shoulders. 

Keith’s heart pounded in his chest, the proximity forcing him to make eye contact with Lance. 

He inched their faces closer, closer, closer. Making his intentions clear, giving Keith the opportunity to pull away. And when he didn’t, their lips connected. 

Chaste and sweet until Keith kissed him back. Putting everything he couldn’t say into that kiss and hoping Lance understood. Every I miss you, every I love you, every I need you, and praying Lance could take those pieces and string them together like he always did. 

And he did. He took them, gathered them, and weaved them into promises of his own, pushing Keith back just as hard until they finally broke apart. 

“Come get me,” was all he said. And then he was gone.

Fin <3

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That's all! I hope you enjoyed :)

I think one of the reasons I never submitted it was because I very quickly surpassed the 500 word limit and didn't know how to cut it back 😭 But it felt like a waste to just leave it sitting in my notes and felt too short/like there wasn't enough substance to post to ao3, so this was the next best!

Biggest thank you to everyone who worked on the zine, it's absolutely gorgeous and it's clear a lot of time and effort went into making it.

Also!! This is the piece the WTIYS was based off of, in case you have no idea what I'm talking about lol. Thank you for reading!!

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With everyone's @klancekisszine arriving I was reminded of the WTIYS I never submitted and after a bit of debating, I decided I didn't want it to go to waste!

So without further ado, my previously abandoned 💋WTIYS:

--

Keith stumbled. 

There, among the vastness of nothing: a light. Finally, after there being nothing, nothing, nothing. There was something. 

He blinked rapidly, praying to a god he never knew that it wouldn’t vanish. That it wouldn’t slip through his fingers just as everything tangible had done before. 

Because if it did? He wasn’t sure he had the strength to do it again. To follow another endless, yet thin thread. 

Because Lance was missing. Had been missing. For almost a year now. And it seemed like only him and the lions still had any hope left that he was alive. 

There would have been a catalyst, they said. You would have felt it. It would have hurt. 

But it did hurt. It still hurt. And that was why he wasn’t sure he could keep doing this. He would reach to the ends of the universe for Lance, but he didn’t know if he could. Physically. He was only mortal. 

But that was why this had to work. 

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of it before. Maybe because the astral plane had left him scarred—literally—in the past. But he was putting all his eggs in one basket with this one. Pulling himself above the tide one last time. If he failed, he’d surely sink. At least for a little while. But who knew how much time Lance had. 

So when the light didn’t flicker, but rather grew, Keith ran. His footsteps didn’t make a single sound, but he ran towards that light. That blue, blue, blue that only got brighter the farther he went. 

That blue, blue, blue that would guide him home. 

And then. A figure. An apparition. A shape in such a familiar form it made his bones ache. 

He didn’t know when he stopped moving. Stopped breathing. But the figure turned towards him. Took soundless steps his way. 

It was unmistakable. Of course it was, no one could ever replicate the energy that radiated off of Lance. Even if he was shrouded in blue. Dusting away at the edges, glowing in a way that seemed to suggest he was both dying and being revived at the same time. He was sure he looked the same. 

“Lance,” the name blew past his lips without permission. Without thought. 

His vision began to blur, and he panicked for a moment before realizing it was his own tears. They slid off his face as he stepped forwards, collecting in the air where he once was, refusing the cascade downwards like they would anywhere else. 

With every step Lance grew closer. With every step he saw more details. Remembered more details. Things he’d grievously forgotten. Like the precise placement of the freckles across his nose. How deep the singular dimple on his cheek creased into his skin. How far the Cupid’s bow dipped into his lips.

And there were new details too. A line running clean across his left cheek. A smaller one on his right temple. 

But undeniably, irrevocably, Lance.

“I knew you’d find me.” Droplets of water trailed behind him, just as the glittering of cosmic cinders swirled around his frame.

Keith reached out. The same way he’d been doing day after day after day. But this time something connected. And he could feel Lance’s skin beneath his own. 

“I knew all I had to do was wait.”

He guessed it didn’t matter how many times he’d mapped this scenario out in his head. Because all the words, everything he had wanted to say, was gone in an instant. 

“Are you alive?” Once again the words flowed without his consent. That wasn’t what he wanted to say. Not what he wanted his first words to Lance in nearly a year to be. “Where are you?”

He brushed his thumb under Lance's eyelid, gathering the tears there and swiping them off his skin. They broke apart and spun wildly into the space surrounding them. 

Lance smiled. A wobbly and fragile thing. Yet genuine all the same. “I’m right here, Keith.”

He grabbed Keith’s hand from his face and led it to his chest—bare he realized, as was his own—and pressed their hands into it. 

He was shot across space and time. Millions and millions of light years away, laid Lance. Keith would have never found him the way he was searching before. 

But then his hand was removed, and he was left to stare back at the man before him, eyes bright and smile crooked. 

Keith found his throat had gone dry. “Are you real?”

He nodded, the embers of his hair bursting at the movement. But Keith still couldn’t believe it.

“Would you like me to prove it to you?”

“Can you?”

The crooked smile went sly and Lance reeled him in by his shoulders. 

Keith’s heart pounded in his chest, the proximity forcing him to make eye contact with Lance. 

He inched their faces closer, closer, closer. Making his intentions clear, giving Keith the opportunity to pull away. And when he didn’t, their lips connected. 

Chaste and sweet until Keith kissed him back. Putting everything he couldn’t say into that kiss and hoping Lance understood. Every I miss you, every I love you, every I need you, and praying Lance could take those pieces and string them together like he always did. 

And he did. He took them, gathered them, and weaved them into promises of his own, pushing Keith back just as hard until they finally broke apart. 

“Come get me,” was all he said. And then he was gone.

Fin <3

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That's all! I hope you enjoyed :)

I think one of the reasons I never submitted it was because I very quickly surpassed the 500 word limit and didn't know how to cut it back 😭 But it felt like a waste to just leave it sitting in my notes and felt too short/like there wasn't enough substance to post to ao3, so this was the next best!

Biggest thank you to everyone who worked on the zine, it's absolutely gorgeous and it's clear a lot of time and effort went into making it.

Also!! This is the piece the WTIYS was based off of, in case you have no idea what I'm talking about lol. Thank you for reading!!

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Fuck it. WIP Wednesday.

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My very original, very last minute entry for the Voltron Store summer art contest that ended earlier this month 🩷🖤❤️💙💛💚

(Closeups under the cut)

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My very original, very last minute entry for the Voltron Store summer art contest that ended earlier this month 🩷🖤❤️💙💛💚

(Closeups under the cut)

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This is why everything I write that takes place after the war is tagged post-WAR, not post-canon. Cuz I ain’t doing all that 😭

i think i dont really like reading post canon fics cause like im just im such constant denial of canon like klance are at least kinda getting together MINIMUM after canon in my head. cause like all that allura dating lance and then DYING is so fucked to me i like delete from my “canon in my head version” like that does not happen sorry and also i hate the HUGE time skip they gave to keith like 2 years alone with ur mom like that is such a fucking long time it’s soooo fucked i hate it and so many other things like no sorry. so like post canon fics dont align with what actually happened in my head and they hurt me cause they remind me of canon which doesnr exist to me. am i crazy?

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Happy last minute Pride Month!! (I know it’s already July for most people)

Part 1 of my new mini series Love in Motion is out now, and trans Keithers, this one’s for you!!

It’s a lighthearted college AU featuring unwitting lab partners klance who get along a LOT better than they expected.

It’s total self-indulgent fluff told through a series of oneshots with a total of 5 parts planned.

I wrote a decent chunk of this series while editing A Shot of Deceit, so this is my little vacation from writing angst XD Either way I hope everyone who reads enjoys!! <3

Rating: Teen // Words: 5464 // Pairing: Klance

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67060048

[riceisgood123]

Happy last minute Pride Month!! (I know it’s already July for most people)

Part 1 of my new mini series Love in Motion is out now, and trans Keithers, this one’s for you!!

It’s a lighthearted college AU featuring unwitting lab partners klance who get along a LOT better than they expected.

It’s total self-indulgent fluff told through a series of oneshots with a total of 5 parts planned.

I wrote a decent chunk of this series while editing A Shot of Deceit, so this is my little vacation from writing angst XD Either way I hope everyone who reads enjoys!! <3

Rating: Teen // Words: 5464 // Pairing: Klance

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67060048

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Happy one month to A Shot of Deceit!!

I just wanna give another little thanks to everyone who’s read and left comments, the feedback has been so amazing and I’m beyond happy so many have enjoyed it. So thank you guys <3

Ps. might be dropping something new tomorrow 👀

Chapter 1 of my new fic, A Shot of Deceit, is officially out now!! I’m so so so excited to finally be sharing this with everyone. It’s been in progress for over a year and I’m super proud of it, so I really hope you enjoy if you read <3

Chapter 2 out Thursday.

Rating: Mature // Words: ~50k // Pairing: Klance

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164696/chapters/167609758

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sex haver and drug doer

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I haven’t seen the HTTYD remake yet but it’s hilarious to me how John Powell wasn’t allowed to use the same track names so he just decided to be a troll.

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happy pride month klance nation!!

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opposites attract or whatever

i KNOW keith is the type to never use a helmet.. MAYBE goggles if you’re lucky but half the time he’s in a jacket & sweats

but yes i did make his gear look like the red lion

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WIP Wednesday? 👀

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"we took porn off tumblr for more lucrative advertising" like this you mean

"post plus" pay me to have to look at these

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beach boys

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That’s a wrap!! The final chapter of A Shot of Deceit has been posted!

Thank you to everyone who read along as I posted and I hope everyone who reads enjoys! <3

It’s a little bittersweet to be finished with it after working on it for so long, but I’ve got sooo many other projects lined up and I’m hoping to illustrate a scene or two too, so there’s more to come :,)

Rating: M // Words: 54k // Pairing: Klance

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164696/chapters/167609758