#also using my hand holding a bottle of lotion as reference that’s why it’s kinda wonky

[ofantediluvian]

The littlest things give Dove euphoria

[movedto-tsotc]

Ah personal project because i don’t draw hands enough, these are the hands of everyone in class 3-1 in my oc school (don’t. concern yourself with it it’s just ocs) - i started this after waking up at like 11pm and it’s 11 am now it’s not been a productive day but! tadah! I’ll be talking about each hand more under the cut

Ageishi Terumi -  - chipped nail polish (she tries to be in tune with her femininity but is practicality over presentation meaning she usually forgets to apply it again after it gets damaged) - scars and burns from combat (Terumi has very little regard for her own safety so ends up with a lot of wounds) - misaligned fingers from being broken in the past (see above!)

Ageishi Tokurou -  - That’s a standard hand honestly - He’s Terumi’s twin brother, they’re almost identical honestly but he isn’t as reckless so his hands aren’t as marked up and broken - His skin’s rather rough and calloused, much as his sister’s is Hattori Zenjirou - - Zen takes good care of his skin so it’s rather. clear.  - His hands are rather long too, surprisingly so. They’re also slender.  - He values his nails a lot as a form of self expression, Zen usually dresses in all black (like a stupid emo eboy) so it’s a much needed pop of colour, they tend to be well maintained as a result

Hitotose Ryousei -  - The gems on his hand show that this was drawn in winter. ask me about it if you want i just like the blue.  - His fingers are calloused from pushing himself to his limits every day training, he’s very much a hard worker and keeps his nails maintained to show professionality and control despite this - Ryousei’s hands are delicate but not soft, dainty but not fragile. 

Ikko Endou -  - I’m in love with him, firstly. Endou has large hands to keep u safe and hold urs and make u happy he’s fucking perfect okay - his hands kinda just do that gradient, it’s a result of his blessing, no his nails are not painted though his girlfriend (bi rights) and younger sister (and sometimes his like 10 younger brothers) ask him if they can.  - Endou is STUPIDLY strong yet despite this he’s incredibly gentle and FUCKING MOISTURISES UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE HERE OH MY GOD YOU GUYS.

Inokuma Ayaka - - she’s pink - she paints her nails because it’s nice - her hands are rather small! unsurprising because she’s 4 foot eleven

Kanematsu Koichiro - - VERY skinny and VERY long. he’s baby - he paints his nails as tribute to his late mother (or rather is made to by his father, sorry buddy), he’d be in his usual lace gloves but I Cannot Draw Those Sorry Chiro - He’s 6′5 and a giant twig it makes sense why his hands are so stupidly long actually but i respect him and his stupidly soft skin

Kanya Lamai -  - She’s usually in long gloves but unlike yuushi and tou they have NO detail so i didn’t think they’d be worth including - Yes, Kanya’s an e-girl. Yes, she gets french manicures shut the fuck up her girlfriend likes them - Again, her hands are soft for her girlfriend, got told that rough housing with her apeshit snake brother makes them uncomfy to hold and she bought 5 bottles of hand lotion to make sure that it didn’t happen again.  Kobayashi Sakura -  - Sakura is a dainty son of a bitch and she WILL make sure her nails are beautiful under her armour. she has armour by the way don’t you think she’s perfect.  - With these claws she makes sure no man is safe when she’s around - The nail polish pattern is the same on the other hand but reversed!!

Lothaire Ludenburg Junior - - Lothaire burnt their middle finger when they were a child but also REALLY likes their nails so went “fuck it let’s cut all my gloves”, it’s high fashion baby! - they are. so fucking pale. im sick of this bitch someone get them some sunlight - yes, their nails are gemstones. yes they’re rich. yes i’m robbing them. also TINEY BABEY HANDS

Narumi Nekomaru -  - you know how ryousei went apeshit training? yeah narumi did that but like ten times harder so tends not to have time to maintain his hands much - his nails are either cut when they get too long or trimmed in combat n shit, he’s not got rough rough hands and they’re always (always) clean but they’re not exactly soft either - that marking? the same as his forehead, it’s a part of his blessing. Also he’s got. small hands bro.  Sasaki Yasu - - that’s not my oc - I’d link you to the page of the person whose oc it is but she won’t give me her tumblr account (and her twt’s private so im not fucking pseuo doxxing her again like i did on rp twt dont ask) - Nikki if you’re out there seeing this or if i sent it to you, suck my dick and also enjoy your con and ALSO ask me about this i miss yasu so much :(

Sawamura Yuushi -  - UNDER THOSE GLOVES ARE TALONS THE ONLY REASON YOU CAN’T SEE THEM IS BECAUSE HE TURNS THEM TO SMOKE BEFORE PUTTING ON THE GLOVES - Yuushi’s a gigantic germaphobe and hates human contact so isn’t ever seen without some form of gloves on whether they’re his leather, everyday gloves, the white cotton ones he uses when maintaining his collection of “fake” “glass” eyes or the other white cotton gloves he uses when obsessively cleaning EVERYTHING  - Yuushi bites at his hands a lot, another reason for the gloves. also he’s 7′4 his hands are so fucking LONG he’s like koichiro but again Shishiuichi Takamitsu - - there’s a moth there - mitsu doesn’t paint his nails - medium hands mcgee over here oo please appreciate my perfect boy i love him so so much okay Tou Fuyuhiko -  - GLOVES MEAN NO FINGERPRINTS - the wings are a reference to the birds that represent Hideki family (which he is essentially a bodyguard for, even at such a young age)  - VERY SMALL HANDS, he’s like 5′2

[emphasis-all-mine]

Hey, for the writing promt, klance 14 please!

Okay wow I’m on a weird “let’s mess around in canonverse” kick (heh) so here’s another one wherein I bend timelines around and get a bit angsty but I promise a happy ending and only vaguely implied ultimately platonic allura+lonce. (And some legit Romellura for funsies.)

14. things you said after you kissed me

**

The first time Lance kisses him, Keith just blinks and says, “Thank you.”

**

The first time Keith kisses Lance he doesn’t notice his visor hasn’t finished rising back into his helmet and Lance screams and gets a long, red scrape on his cheek.

**

The first time they kiss each other they’re drunk on nunvil and somehow they haven’t gotten to the pukey phase so there’s this tiny window they have when their lips press together before the both of them whisper a quick excuse and go empty their stomachs in separate corners of the room.

“We are never doing that again.”

Keith doesn’t know if he’s referring to the nunvil or the kiss.

**

“Of course I meant the nunvil, mullet!” Lance yells when he pulls back from their second mutual and third successful kiss (not that Keith is counting).

**

Keith is totally counting. He gives Lance nineteen at once. (Eighteen kisses and one to grow on). That makes a total of thirty-seven so far.

“Happy Birthday, Lance!” he says when he’s finished.

Lance smiles, running his hands up and down Keith’s Marmora armor. “It is now.”

**

All the numbers fly out of his head when he finds Lance after Naxzela and pins him against the wall and kisses him.

“What’s wrong?” Lance says, scanning his face.

“We should start again…” Keith looks down at lips that he would have never been able to touch again if he had–

“Okay,” Lance doesn’t understand what he means, but he’s too clever not to figure it out eventually. “Okay, we start over.”

Keith nods, and Lance kisses him back.

**

“Morning,” Keith murmurs after his wake-up kiss. He tastes minty breath and still can smell the lotion from Lance’s night mask.

“I don’t want you to go solo, Kolivan isn’t telling you something.”

Keith sits up. “You really think so?”

“You didn’t hear the nerves in his voice? We’re taking Red and I’m going in with you.”

“… You just want an excuse to wear the Marmora suit he got you.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“It’s a dream come true. You look damn hot in it. Shows off those big, broad shoulders that I love.”

Lance bites his lip. “Anything else you love?”

“C’mere, and I’ll show you,” Keith grins and Lance bends down to kiss him again, and again.

**

“My mom–I mean, Krolia is watching us again,” Keith says after he pulls away. “Sorry.”

“Keith, she’s always watching you. You’re her son, she hasn’t seen you in years. I’d be doing the same thing, to be honest.”

“Lance…”

“Never let you out of my sight,” Lance kisses him again, and sighs. “What if she’s right, and it’s gonna take two years to reach the quantum abyss?”

“Then I guess I better get used to her staring.”

**

“Keith,” Lance pulls back. “Your wolf is staring at me again.”

Keith huffs. “So?”

“Keith.”

“Why is my wolf staring worse than my mother staring?”

“Your mother doesn’t have jaws that can tear my throat out.”

“Yes I do, who says I don’t?” Krolia says, interrupting them and Keith and Lance bounce apart from where they were making out on their makeshift beds. “Do you want me to take the wolf on a walk so you two can finish?”

They both groan.

“Ah. The mood has been murdered.”

“Yep.”

“Absolutely.”

**

They end up kissing each other breathless the moment Krolia leaves with the wolf to forage for dinner.

**

Lance runs over to Keith, wrapping his arms around Keith’s neck and kissing him deeply.

“I love you,” Lance says, pulling back. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Put laxatives in Iverson’s coffee when he called me out in front of our class and said I was lazy.”

“… technically I paid Matt and he went through Adam so you can’t prove any–mmph!”

Lance kisses him again.

**

Keith blinks.

“That was… wow.”

Lance nods.

“You uh, you look good with the scar?” he says. “Kinda grizzled, little rough around the edges,” he licks his lips. “I liked it.”

“You had… Altean marks?” Keith blinks. “Blue ones.”

“I mean, this stuff doesn’t have to be set in stone, there’s like string theory and multiverses and–”

“So you think we won’t break up?”

Lance kisses away tears that he doesn’t realize have started to fall. 

“It looked like we were still friends, so that’s good, right?” Keith sniffs.

“I will never not be a part of your life, I don’t know what any of that means, but it doesn’t mean we stop being Lance and Keith. We’re together now, and that’s what we should focus on.”

Keith kisses him and holds him tight.

**

“I kissed Allura.”

Keith blinks.

“Um. Good to know?”

“I mean, you and I aren’t seeing each other anymore. So I know you know we’re seeing other people, and I’m seeing her and I just didn’t want to not tell you a thing and have it be like, a thing, like me keeping it from you and–”

Keith would usually kiss him silent but they can’t do that when they’re broken up.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Okay.”

“You also don’t have to tell me anything else you end up doing. I’d honestly prefer it.”

Lance blinks.

“This sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

**

“You never kissed me goodbye,” Keith whines, leaning on Lance.

“God, why do we keep trying to drink nunvil?” Lance hiccups.

“It would have been kiss number…” Keith does some fast math in his head. “777. But no, you never kissed me goodbye, so we’re stuck at 776 for the rest of time and space…”

“Even with the reset?”

“No, I’m including the ones before the reset. We would have had a perfect lucky number. Seven-seven-seven. Oh seven, and we’ll watch them fall…”

Lance rolls his head back, putting Keith’s other arm across his chest, hand resting on his shoulder. It’s familiar, comfortable. It’s how they sat for nearly two years flying through a quantum abyss.

It’s how they tried to comfort each other after seeing every possible future fight. Eventually they ended it, afraid to even tempt fate, and allow themselves to tear apart any good will, any possibility of friendship or reconciliation.

“…stand in the way of love and we will smoke them all.”

“Is that a song?” Lance asks. “It sounds familiar.”

“Prince,” Keith nods.

“He’s my favorite,” Lance stares at the nunvil bottle. “Damn alcohol, making me forget my favorite musician.”

“Knew a girl named Nikki…” Keith laughs into Lance’s neck. “I found out he’s your favorite so I learned all his songs.”

Lance blinks. “When?”

“When I saw our wedding, shhhh,” Keith whispers. “Don’t wanna jinx it, already lost him once. Gotta make sure I don’t lose him again. Got this one little chance to hold on to.”

**

Kiss number 777 isn’t a Goodbye.

It’s a Hello.

(Again).

**

“How do I look?” Lance smiles as his little niece finishes painting blue Altean marks under his eyes with the bio-luminescent paint Allura gave her.

“Beautiful!” she grins. “Just like Auntie Romelle!”

He looks over at Keith. “She’s right, you look beautiful.”

Lance beams. “Your turn,” he says, standing up so Keith can sit down.

“Do you want blue ones or red ones or pink ones?” she asks.

“You should make him some purple ones.”

Keith shakes his head. “Pink ones. We’re celebrating Allura and Romelle getting engaged, aren’t we? This way we can match them.”

Lance leans in and kisses him.

“Thank you,” he says.

“You’re welcome,” Keith replies.

**

From the Writing Prompt Meme!

[eternalravendreamer]

Skin Care (WIP) (Slight gore??? tw?)

I had a Langst idea. Big families are cool and all, but because of the genetic variation, it increases the likelihood of genetic disorders and mutations resulting in diseases (I’m a bio major). Lance has a big family. And seems to put an emphasis on skin care. So why not give him a skin disease? Note, I don’t know if the symptoms and condition I’m giving him actually exist. The only reference I have for skin conditions is my mom’s Lupus.

Lance rushed down the hall to Allura’s room, catching her just as she was about to enter it.

“Hey, Princess! Listen, this is probably going to sound awkward because I’m kinda frazzled right now but do you have any skin lotion or anything similar I could borrow? It’s kind of an emergency.” She drew back in surprise, her face scrunching slightly.

“Lance, I really hope this is not another one of your flirting attempts. Besides, I know you’ve been using food goo to make facial masks.” Lance sighed, he should have known it wouldn’t be so simple as just asking.

“I’m not flirting! And the face masks are good enough for my face but I don’t have the time right now to figure out how to make them work for my arms and legs, I thought I’d be able to make the cream I had with me when Blue brought us all to space last a little longer-”

“What, you just...carry skin cream around with you?” Allura almost looked amused at the thought.

Lance could no longer contain his frustration, if he didn’t get skin cream soon he was going to need a pod, “I HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION!”  

There was a beat of silence before Allura screamed in panic, “YOU WHAT?!” Lance opened his mouth to explain, but was cut off by the sound of someone - or multiple someones - running towards them.

‘Shit shit shit, no, I’m not ready yet, I didn’t want them to know...!’

Lance ran before they get there, leaving Allura to call out for him. Shiro soon appeared beside her, with Hunk, Keith, Pidge, and Coran trailing close behind him, bayards and a training gladiator staff at the ready.

“What’s wrong?! We heard yelling!”

“Lance was asking me if I had any skin cream and said it was an emergency. I...I assumed it was just his usual shenanigans, but then he said he has a medical condition and I just...panicked, I had no idea!” There was a shared look of relief and confusion. Relief because there was no imminent threat, confusion because Lance had what now? Then a horrified look of realization dawned on Hunk’s face.

“Oh. Oh shit, oh SHIT. How could I have forgotten that?!”

Pidge sensed that something was wrong and grew anxious, “Forget what?!”

“Lance comes from a big family, yeah? And his dad was born with this weird genetic mutation. It messes up the development of a random body tissue, in Lance’s dad it attacked his heart. In Lance’s niece Paloma it was her ears. Lance has it too. For Lance it affects his skin. I...it’s not my right to tell you all about it, I won’t do that to Lance. But I will tell you that his cream is medical, and if he’s run out then things could go bad reeeeal quick.”

���Define things going bad. Like, on a scale of one to ten.”

“Lance hates asking for help because he worries about being an annoyance. He literally won’t ask for help until the situation reaches at least a 7.5.”

“I’m the team leader, I’ll go talk to him. Allura, we...really might need that skin stuff he asked for.”

“I’ve got a new bottle, not even opened yet. I’ll go fetch it. He mentioned that his bottle only just became empty, but he’s been going out of his way to make what he had last.”

“In that case, Coran, didn’t you mention that the Castle has some weird scanner-replicator machine? Lance’s skin cream was medicated. Non-medicated lotion will work for now, but he needs the medication in his cream.”

“It would depend if there’s enough left in the bottle for a scan, but we can certainly try!”

“Lance? You okay, buddy?”

“Uh, hey Shiro. You need something?”

“I...heard about what happened. Allura has some skin cream you can have, and if you give the empty bottle of yours to Coran I’m sure he could try to replicate it.”

“...just get it over with, Shiro.”

“Get what over with?”

“You’re gonna tell me it’s too dangerous for me to be a Paladin, a pilot. That I’m a liability and shouldn’t be here. Go on, I heard it all the time from Iverson back at the Garrison.”

“What?! No! Lance, I would never say that. I don’t even know enough about your condition to make that call.”

“My...my dad was born with a genetic mutation, and I inherited it. It doesn’t affect people the same way every time. It causes a random body system or tissue to not develop right. For my dad, that meant being born with a bad heart and needing a transplant when he was 24. My niece Paloma, her ears didn’t fully develop and she was born deaf, but was able to get a cochlear implant. For me it means that my body has a hard time producing new skin and upholding what I already have. I also can’t produce scar tissue, it’s just not possible.”

“Then what happens when you get hurt?”

“The blood clots and forms a scab like normal, but it doesn’t scar. The scab stays there and gets all gross until new skin finally sets. Usually takes about two, three months. For serious injuries, I...need skin graphs. I got them a lot growing up.”

“But if your body can’t make new skin fast enough, wouldn’t taking skin from somewhere else just hurt you double?”

“...not my skin. Organ donors. People who donated their bodies to science. Cadavers. Dead people, Shiro. So much of my body used to be the skin of other people, total strangers. Whenever I had a growth spurt, because I just HAD to be so tall and lanky, there wouldn’t always be enough skin to stretch over me and I’d have to be hauled off to the hospital. I was like a goddamn patchwork quilt. Some kids called me Frankenstein. Joke’s on them, Frankenstein was the doctor. Eventually my body would catch up and the dead skin would shed, but sometimes...I still look in the mirror and don’t feel like my body is all mine.”

“That....that’s terrible. Lance, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell any of us besides Hunk?”

“Because I was okay! The cryo pods speed up the healing process, which includes skin growth. I haven’t had any problems this whole time, and I was scared that if you all knew, you’d say the same things as Iverson. That my condition makes me a burden and that I shouldn’t be allowed to be a pilot. I was only allowed into the Garrison with my condition because they had already offered me a full ride scholarship by the time they found out.”

“Lance, you were chosen by the Blue Lion. All five of us were in that cave, but she chose you to fly her. You are undeniably a Paladin of Voltron. Your condition means we need to have extra caution, yes, but it isn’t a burden. If the pods are really helping your skin so well, maybe Coran, Pidge, and Hunk can figure out something for when your life isn’t in immediate danger.”

“Soooo like the fact that I didn’t realize my skin had gotten too dry and now there are cracks on my arms that are bleeding?”

“WHAT?! LANCE WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU WERE BLEEDING, SHIT, SOMEONE GET THE BANDAGE GAUZE!”

“Shiro did you just curse?”

“I’ll remember to put a dollar in the swear jar when we get back to Earth, now show me your arms.”

The cracks looked like the ones old people got on their hands during dry winters, or like when you over-wash your hands. But they were everywhere, like spiderwebs across Lance’s arms, and were thick with fresh blood every time he so much as twitched a finger. Shiro was horrified.

‘God, it looks like someone mutilated him. How is he not crying from how painful this has to be?’

“Are you...are you bleeding anywhere else?”

“I don’t think so. You learn to ignore the pain, after awhile. I used the last of my medical cream on my legs, the sand on that last planet we went to without armor did not agree with my skin.”

“Right...for now, let’s wash and dress your arms. Do you think they’ll need the pod?”

“Well, unfortunately the cracks are right along my vein lines, so unless I wanna bleed out trying to hold my bayard...probably gonna need something, yeah.”