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concept art? got lazy

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i have too many jokes in this exact format, all of them dumb

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i realize that i hate lineart so making the sketch layer darker is the new move

also check out lances transparent wings 

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that one lance in lilac lingerie fic 

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lance is a lightweight theres a rotation on who carries him back home

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Someone: it must be so sad to lose people so close to you. Allura and Adam didn't deserve this, Kuron and Lotor deserved a second chance. Lance, knowing full well that Allura, Adam, Kuron and Lotor are still alive and only playing dead cause they didn't want to deal with voltron/universe shit anymore and therefore are hiding in Lance's farmhouse; rent free and being a pain in the ass: It is indeed painful :(

Lance running a hideaway for the recently deceased is precisely the kind of content that I would adore reading in a fic.

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Lance: Pidge you remember that time you were having trouble reverse engineering the tracker from Lotor’s ship? Have you tried doing this--

Pidge: What the hell!? How’d you figure that out?

Lance: I’m smart, y’know.

Pidge: No really, who told you?

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Lance, bringing Hunk on a tour of his farm: And over here we have the cows!

Barn: *silent*

Lance, clearing his throat: I SAID--AND OVER HERE WE HAVE THE COWS!

Antok: BAWK BAWK BAWK BAWK

Lance, pushing Hunk towards the greenhouse: Silly me, did I say cows? I meant congested baby...uh, demon goats. Let’s look at the flowers.

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Veronica: *wanders down to the kitchen at 3 AM*

Kitchen: *stuffed with Allura, Lotor, Kuron, Adam, Antok and Thace drinking beers, caught in headlights*

Veronica:

Veronica: *rubs eyes*

Kitchen: *abruptly empty*

Veronica: ...note to self Arrussian mumbleberries are a narcotic.

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Shiro: I’ve been getting love letters recently. They remind me of Adam.

Lance: Spooky.

Shiro: ...is it you?

Lance:

Lance: I mean--

Adam, hiding under the table: *kicks Lance*

Lance: OW no it’s not me not me at all ow I have no idea ow ow ow--

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Keith: *happens to catch Lotor watering Lance’s juniberries*

Keith: *goes back to the house*

Lance: Keith? What are you doing?

Keith: Your farm’s haunted.

Lance: What?

Keith, cocking his gun: Your farm’s haunted.

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ice skating au

based on this

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literally anyone: i think i like you

lance: think again

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Monster with a Lovely Face by @pitchgold

i love rereading this fic so much its about time i made fanart for it

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i really love this poster i got!

Yellow Planet by Seth Pierre

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lance uses (shiros) socks to make little clothes for shiros cat

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Shiro stress buys ingredients which are used by Hunk who stress bakes/cooks them into food goodies which are stress decorated by Keith and stress eaten by Pidge, while Lance stress cleans the kitchen mess left by Hunk and Keith, and Allura stress watches/laughs all their antics at 3am, thus creating a perfect stress induced ecosystem

Hunk: Stop harassing the cookie batter.

Pidge: There’s too much for you to bake it all anyway.

Lance, barreling past: That’s what she said!

Shiro: Woah!

Keith: *splort*

Hunk: Just put down the bowl and step away.

Pidge: Is that the fresh batch? I want a bite.

Hunk: You’ll burn your finger!

Lance, barreling past: That’s what she said!

Shiro: Woah! That didn’t even make sense!

Keith: *splatter*

Thanks for the Ask!

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(Image Description: Pidge is sitting on the counter eating with a giant spoon from a bowl of cookie batter. Hunk, shirtless in an apron, looks at her irritably. Keith is bowed over a tray of cookies pressing a bit too hard on the icing bag--icing is going everywhere except on the cookies. In the background Lance is running with a mop along the floor and Shiro, arms heavy with groceries, is jumping to the side to avoid him. In the foreground Allura is resting her head on the sleeping Coran’s shoulder, looking on.)

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lance, lying on keith’s chest: you either have two hearts or you’re just excited being with me

keith: *sweats*

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say whatever you want about pidge in an atla au but she will undoubtedly be a swamp bender and they definitely hate it

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hes giving you a spa treatment the least you can do is secure his seat

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they do this to each other all the time