Oh My Gosh, Your Art Is So Gorgeous!

YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING!!! You're really talented<33

Thank you so much ! that's so nice of you <3

hello!! do you allow using your art in video edits? (giving you credits)

i do! uwu

everything he wanted, everything he needed

hellian

you are right thank u friend

I love your art! draw more of the tmr series (the circle one) im doing a banner with it and ill give you credit! Its amazing! :))))

Aww thank you ! you just made my day ! I will :)

pineapplesbruhh that's it; that's all. Hope ya like it :D (In case you're wondering what the backstory is, i feel responsible to inform you there is no backstory)

Flower crown ! :)

''Stop looking at me,'' Lance says, decisively not looking back at Shiro. He gets Pidge out of his range, but she steps back in and jabs him in the face with a pad.

 He is not expecting a response. Shiro will give one, but Lance doesn't mind. He doesn't mind, and calls himself a self-liar, hyphenated. He calls himself a liar like a cheerful punch. Gotta have a relationship with yourself.

 ''Good,'' Shiro says, arms folded, at ease, barefoot. Barefoot. A walking exposed nerve – and assured. Hell. ''You can twist your foot when you knee.''

 What a cliché, what a fucking cliché. I'd still hear – say something like, I'd choose you twice, a cliché like that, and watch m—

 ''You twist your foot when you knee,'' Lance mutters, steps back in defense, too far. Into the pretense of safety.

 ''Mhm,'' Pidge glances at Shiro, and starts circling around Lance, ''head transparency.''

 This is the opposite of losing oneself in a crowd. This is self-awareness you don't know what to do with. Counting your steps on accident. Singled out by himself.

 ''Okay,'' Lance says, ''okay, break time, Pidge. Go go. I'm going.'' This feeling is so him, quintessentially, that he could personalise words for it.

Shiro's arms are folded, at ease, and he's too still be a this distracting. He's smiling. ''You're walking on your tiptoes.''

 Lance steps down fully, stepping backward. Don't hide.

 ''I'm not,'' Lance says, wholly grounded.

 ''I didn't say anything, muffin.'' Shiro is smiling.

 Right there. Right here. Lance's brain screams faux offense, take take, and it screams you choose muffin, and it screams are you making fun?

 Oh, Lance is intrigued. People aren't just distractions. They shape what you look at and you fall into piece-by-piece reappraisal. People are really fucking powerful.

 Lance's mind is screaming: be serious, I'm serious.

He is distracted, and he likes it.