I can finnally post this project I worked on! I’m so excited to show it to you guys!
I’ve been selected to be the character designer for the voltron fanzine : @vldaustoryzine (Song of Heroes) it was a wonderful project, where we had to exchange a lot with each others in order to create a world based on voltron and it’s characters. I worked hard on these designs, and the feedbacks of the whole team helped me so much! I really enjoyed making these, and I hope you’ll like it!
D17 - Сonfusion
D1 | D2 | D3 | D4 | D5 | D6 | D7 | D8-9 | D10 | D11 | D12 | D13 | D14 | D15 | D16
Happy Birthday, Keith \o/
“children have got to be free to lead their own lives”
let go of the past, so the future can grow. a little au where allura is not part of the final sacrifice. she’s the future, she must go on and lead her life and the lives of her people in the new altea
doodles of chicken Falin except she has slightly more proportionate human:dragon sizing
A little sketch of Broj Adir and their reporter-Wizard buddy Belanor! They like to get together, smoke, and talk shit about politics :)
Day #4 and can I say @theprojectava broke my heart with this one completely? I feel so much for Kuro, and all that he’s struggled with, and then Lance there…It’s all so good.
Kuro knew warmth the same way he came to know betrayal, as that intimate brush of a blade against his heart. When he was in the Arena, there was no denying that every point of contact with another body sent a flourishing of heat beneath his palm, his knuckles, every available swath of skin that could sweat and trickle with blood. Warmth was the way a body bled, including his own.
It was the distinct difference between the living and the not-so-alive.
Kuro knew warmth because it drained out of challengers and the fear-drowned just like the light in their eyes at the end of every match. Warmth faded and faded until there was nothing left but the cold reminder of everything that had once been. He felt it in the smooth lines of the bars that kept him caged, the ones he wanted to break; he felt it in the hopes that kept him collared, telling him there was a heart still beating in his chest.
Mostly, Kuro felt it in the way he failed everyone, including himself. Warmth was everything he couldn’t have because he simply wasn’t good enough to hold it.
Which is what made that first moment he had stood before Lance so painful. Not the very first moment. No, the first real moment, the one where he was acknowledged as something far beyond Shiro and this notion of Champion he had tried to cling to like a sinner to redemption.
But his faith in that was dying.
He could not be the Champion because the Champion he knew never existed. Instead, he was left looking at the remnants of a man who was just that - a man, defined by his own humanity, the very thing he could not shed.
Everything he had been told held weight, this idea of a life he had to measure up to and then exceed? All of it was no more tangible than smoke and dreams. Kuro could wave his fingers right through them and poof! they’d be gone, which left him with a handful of nothing.
Kuro knew the potential of betrayal. He just never expected it to come from his own constructs. Even if those thoughts had been built up around him like Babylonian skyscrapers, in the end, they could only to be devastated by Truth. It left him with a world of rubble to navigate in search of himself. A thousand different ideas, a thousand different words to try to define himself again.
But there was warmth against his shoulder. It was sliding up his back in a way that didn’t bring pain like his body expected it would. Lance’s fingers were gentle as they glided across fabric and scars alike, and it put a different sort of pain inside of him.
A different sort of betrayal.
It was the kind of betrayal that was broken open over his own expectations. Where memory told him pain would spark, there was only kindness woven beneath fingertips. Where he thought to bleed, there came only a quiet understanding to mend his heart. And when weakness reared up yet again, stinging at his eyes, Kuro found the warmth of a body wrapping itself around him, and for the first time, he began to consider the worth of a human heart.
Not Shiro’s, but his own.
Sorta based on a scenario suggested by @onimi18
This is the first time Lance actually starts to crack a bit and reveal just how much he’s been damaged and Keith doesn’t know what to say or do. However if there is one thing Keith is good at, it’s relying on his instincts.
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