I Heard It Was The Anniversary Of Roman’s Name Reveal Day So Of COURSE I Had To Draw Him In The Royal

hang on he just has to do keith’s hair THEY’LL BE RIGHT THERE

sns sequence i never finished animating! deciding to post it instead of let it collect dust in my folders D :

BPJ Part 159!  (First) (Previous) (END)  

There we go!! BPJ is now done! :’^)

It feels strange after nearly three years to be done with this giant passion project.. at first, BPJ was only going to be maybe a few scenes at most, but once i started writing the script, i realized i wanted to have a proper full episode for lance’s development!

it was pretty tough sometimes to work through art block & working all the time, and prior to starting this i actually had no idea how to draw backgrounds.. there was a point in the first scene where i drew lance in his room, and had to frantically search online how to draw a 1 point perspective room because i hAD NO IDEA HOW TO DO IT LOL

anyway, i’m happy i was able to give our boy the spotlight he deserved, and bOY HOWDY I SURE DID LEARN A LOT ALONG THE WAY.. the skills i’ve developed while working on BPJ can now be used on my nEXT PROJECT!!! SRPA aka Space Ranger Partners Adventures

or is it uh. Space Ranger Partner’s Adventures? WHICHEVER IT IS i look forward to sharing it with everyone 🤠💪💪💪

THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING MY COMIC!!! 😭🙏💖💖💖💖💖💖

MindControl

Just got home not too long ago, but just skating in with Day #6′s theme based upon the ever lovely and talented @theprojectava  ‘s Kuro story. I hope to have the next one out soonish, though late for the day no less. 

It’s otherworldly. This electric pulse of a presence that ghosts along the periphery of his mind. Small at first, it builds and it builds until it’s not just an inconsistent buzzing at the back of his skull but a defined being.

Another mind spilling into his, and for a moment, Kuro thinks he has finally lost. This is the crack the Druids put inside of him, and instead of things spilling out, they’re tumbling in, trying to claim whatever they can of him. Impulse tells him to fight it.

Resist. Resist. Resist.

He’s isn’t broken yet.

Something else whispers to him of patience. It tells him this is not the same black that the Druids try to infuse him with. Neither callous nor cold, it offers a warmth, something innate to its very being. It flickers white then red, then black marbles throughout both hues until it’s burning within the back of his mind.

Persistent.

It wants something of him, something he thinks he can give and willingly at that. So, Kuro reaches out to it. He sets his hands upon that glowing orb, feels the heat beneath his fingertips, making his blood sing with life. It tells him he is his own entity, that the heart within his chest is his own and that it aches with concern for the one it had been modeled after.

The ones calling out to him ache just as much.

No.

More.

The feelings that steep into his bloodstream carry a desperation far deeper than anything Kuro has ever known for the man called Takashi. It’s a desperation born of intimacy, of hearts bound more closely to Shiro’s than Kuro could have ever claimed, and somehow, it’s that very thought that brings him to inviting them inside of all that he is. Because Kuro wants to know that too, wants to know what could bring someone - or someones - to the brink of hell itself for a man who had been built upon a lie.

Kuro wants to know what makes someone want to thread their lives together with another being so much they would risk everything for him.

So, he lets him in, the one whose voice called out the loudest inside of his mind. He gives him control, and he watches as Shiro stirs in response, called back from the remorseless depths of his own mind. And it sparks a quiet curiosity within himself, to see how someone can respond to a simple change, how someone can know the difference from one being to another just because of the energy they give off.

As if there’s a frequency inside of every heart, and Kuro’s has now magically aligned to another, and he’s watching as it matches Shiro’s, as it calls him home.

And from the observation deck of his own mind, he thinks yet again of how Shiro fought in the Arena. Because this, right here, is everything the man had been fighting for.

He thinks that a human heart isn’t such a bad thing to be beating within his chest.

your childhood is gay, and there’s nothing you can do about it!

or, a celebration of some children’s characters we love to relate to (even if it makes cishets mad). hope you all had a happy pride month 🌈

KURO WEEK - DAY 1: Madness

It was madness, that brought him into this world …

It was madness, that kept him standing …

It was madness, that made him survive …

And it was madness, that tore him apart …

Or: How Kuro lost his arm.

When he was created, he was an exact copy of Shiro – not a sample of his DNA, replicated and cultivated, but more like a copy of a photo someone had taken from Shiro in that exact moment. A copy that looked just like him, but somehow darker and more animalistic, twisted and bent to look Galra. To be Galra.

The Druids wanted a brutal, mindless killing machine, after all. So if Kuro would survive being the backup copy and pilot project to the wicked experiments they wouldn’t dare perform on the original, he’d get to be the replacement for their precious Champion in the arena.

But Kuro didn’t want to be anybody’s replacement. He didn’t want to be cut open or prodded at, he didn’t want to be experimented on or changed into a weapon. He liked the way he was now. Strong, but still soft on the edges. There was nothing wrong with that.

Sensing, that their clone experiment was way too human for their liking, the Druids opted for a different strategy.

They’d break him. Crush what little human-stemmed defiance was left inside the clone and make him comply by force.

They’d get what they want…

And so they made him fight in the arena, without weapons, without armor.

And fight he did, tooth and nail…

But he failed, losing his arm in the process. When he came around again, cold, sharp metal pressed into his flesh; wires and circuity replaced what once had been bone and tendons.

In that moment he realized, that if he wanted to live, he’d have to succumb to their madness. Because next time it wouldn’t be his arm, or a leg… They’d let him die and create a new clone. One that would be more submissive. Simple, efficient, … mad.

They’d always get what they want…

So he succumbed.

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Yaaaay. It’s 12:21AM and it’s the 18th June in my country - so time to upload the first entry for the @kuroweek 2017 :D Omg. It feels so strange, because I drew most of my stuff ages ago. And looking at it now feels kinda weird. But I stil love it anyway. So…uh. Have some background story for my Kuro AU and suffer with me? :3

Kagari´s legacy

se busca persona creativa que nombre al fenix :´v

Cada que veo mi cuenta, recuerdo que no he hecho nada con el avance de mi au (culpo a mi falta de memoria), así que decidí empezar con algunos headcanons para Akko (Diana aún es un dilema para mi, creo que leeré varios fics respecto a su futuro,a ver si así logro algún avance xD)

una disculpa sincera a todos los que saben dibujar animales, les juro que intentaré mejorar Q-Q (me duelen las manos, siempre trabajo en un formato enorme y tardo mucho para terminarlo :´D)

Espero les guste chicos, ¡lo amo mucho!

This one goes out to all the peeps asking how I imagine cat-sized Kiri handles bath time.

eyy at last posting that new klance comic I mentioned a while back!! 8′)

so this will be based around s3 for some things, and not tied into canon for a bunch of others, also it’s gonna have a bit of an experimental plot unrelated to shipping, I hope I can pull that off lol enjoy!

part 1 and they’re already getting into trouble s m h

to be continued…