#llorstel

[gruvu]

Welp I did a couple of arttrades recently. This is part of the sketch trades I did with some mutuals. This bootiful funny lad belongs to the very lovely @llorstel 

[thebiscuiteternal]

Au for canon ending where coran goes quiznak it 'what do we say to death' 'not today' situation. Allura's gonna live a long happy life.

In which Coran and Allura accidentally wind up like the Luteces.

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“You lot were going to just let her go off into the void?!”

Allura opened her eyes with a groan, her head feeling like it was full of Turimonquans with hammers. “Uh-wha?” she asked, staring up at the ceiling.

Wait, ceiling?

The infirmary? This was the infirmary.

Why was she in the infirmary?

Pidge leaned into her vision, looking extremely uncomfortable. “Oh... hi... you’re awake.”

“Pidge?” Ugh, she couldn’t sit up without her head sloshing. “Why aren’t we... what happened?”

Pidge scratched the back of her neck. “Well... I don’t know if it’s a fuckup, because it seems to have worked, but... uh... we probably should have given Coran some kind of warning about what you were planning to do.”

Hunk appeared on her other side, twiddling his fingers. “Yeah, maybe he would have taken it better than he did.”

Allura rubbed her eyes, her headache growing with her annoyance that they wouldn’t just come out and tell her what was going on. “Fine, okay, I should have told him. What did he do?”

Both Paladins glanced off towards her left, then Pidge awkwardly adjusted her glasses. “Mmh... long version short... you guys are kind of... scattered across timelines now.”

Hunk flinched. “Uh, congratulations, you two are, like, time gods... or something like that.”

Allura just stared at them.

[teenytinyapprentice]

llorstel replied to your post “Have you seen notllorstel's Twisted Fates AU??? You should check it...”

I want to thank you because this ask started a brainstorming with the “This is not my beautiful London”. i’m so looking forward to the scene with luke in au world grabbing a newspaper being like "London can’t be that different from my world" and the headline is 'Former Prime Minister Don Paolo silences the bell of Clock Tower'.

EUGHDSKjfkgf HE TRULY has traveled to the worst possible universe. Just stands there for a moment before quietly folding up that paper before having his proper full blown meltdown over the situation. Someone get this boy back him, STAT!! 

[raccoon-girl]

it’s too fluffy for real damage u_u

[klanced]

My brain automatically reads ur url as 'shaved' and it's like ' ah yes Katie is now shaved... wait'.

this is my fursona now

[dunesand]

Would ink stamps work on Noshi's quirk? Like using a 'good job thumbs up' stamp on his paper many times and his quirk creates many hands

nope! they must be drawn on! by himself or by another person!

[merrigelblogs]

llorstel replied to your post “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from working in 3D and learning the...”

//flashbacks to rigging classes// ah yes I want the leg to go up slightly, not merge with the spine

GOD.... I’ve had literally one sit-down with my (SMART AS HELL, thank god) prof to rig this one character and it’s like Dang Maya how’d you know I wanted that arm to just collapse into a pile of incoherent polygons when I bend it???

[vodka-aunt-coran]

@llorstel replied to your post “content i want in s2: lance can’t reach blue in time, so instead coran...”

This is my JAM

y’all i can’t believe that the actual creator of coran just replied to my post

[keldabekush]

OC personality sheet / tag game

Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their ocs! Thank you for the tag @kkrazy256 original by @/queen-breha-organa.

The amount of effort it took to choose which oc i wanted to use was no joke. But its been a while since i talked about my Mandalorian OC!

Name: Nuhur Pronouns: They/he Nickname: Hura One Word To Sum Them Up: Frenetic Noun to Describe Them: Whirlwind

Temperament: Energetic, affectionate and kind, but emotionally distant MBTI Type: ENFP (The Champion!) Enneagram Type: Type 7: The Enthusiast Other’s First Impression of Them: Impatient, overconfident General Likes: Racing, new culinary experiences, chatting to people in bars

General Dislikes: Complete silence, wet climates, people questioning their ability to do their job well

Romantic Status: committed relationship, non monogamous

Love Interest(s):  Din Djarin lmao get it Nuhur

Good Friend(s): Rhudii & N'Gyuy, survivors from the clan he grew up with, and Conoco Ballasti, who oversees an orbital shipyard for offworld repairs, where Nuhur worked for a year laying low.

Enemy: The Empire and all of its affiliates. Also this one racer they keep running into on fringe circuits competing for smallchange who just. Is so rude.

Hobbies: Tinkering with their Swoop Bike that is essentially built from scratch at this point. Fingerknitting

Songs They Relate To: Good To Be Alive | PVRIS

Fictional Characters Similar To Their Personality: HMMM. this one is really hard, Luisa Madrigal maybe? Nuhur is very "Haha I'm great why do you ask?? Anyway look over there-"

Fun Fact: They have a tattoo that goes from their left ankle all the way up to their hip, mostly thick black geometric shapes. The part that covers their shin is actually a stylised map of their Buir's house, as best as they could remember

Free Space/Ramble: Nuhur's armour is painted in the absolute brightest colours they could find - they have to wrap their cape over their plates if they want to keep a semi-low profile, but they usually opt to just be too fast to stop, rather than too hard to spot. By the time you see them coming it's too late. They fly a retrofitted Clone Wars era troop carrier and although they bounty hunt frequently, they're also down to pick up courier jobs delivering small, valuable packages, either on land or through hyperspace. They have a hard-line stance about making sure everything they carry is above-board and legal, they can't afford to damage their reputation.

They're also a modestly recognized member of the swoop-bike racing circles across some outer-rim planets, and they carry their modified swoop bike in the hold of their gunship.

Tags: big kisses and no pressure to respond to this tag! : @llorstel @gruvu @jaigeye @hearjessroar @cedarsmoke4

[shrubbot]

llorstel

  wip pp ////  screenshot redraw

Beautiful scat

thanks !! hes wonderful and my friend,

[gruvu]

just a couple of fun lads @llorstel

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Guys this an a amazing artist, GO FOLLOW THEM NOW, llorstel is beautiful and I am crying

[thebiscuiteternal]

Gimme ideas you got with the deal of black lion with black paladin Coran >:3с

k, SO.

- Coran and Black are both very damaged in similar ways. For Black, Zarkon’s betrayal was every bit as, maybe worse than Coran being sabotaged and almost killed by one of his own flight team. This has been established fact between them from the very first time Coran sat down in the pilot’s harness.

- Black refuses to lose another Paladin the way she lost Zarkon. If her bond with Zarkon had been more emotionally organic on both sides (as much as he loved her, Zarkon still regarded her as just a machine), then perhaps she might have been able to save him from the darkness Haggar nurtured inside him. 

- Black will not make the same mistake with Coran, and by pulling an Evangelion on him, she has him settled in a space/time pocket in her core where they can communicate on as many levels as possible.

- Coran has accepted this, other than being a bit miffed that she didn’t give him any warning before absorbing him into her consciousness. He understood very quickly what it was she wanted/needed and is ready to get to work. 

- They’re both very aware that Zarkon is currently trying to force a corrupted version of his old bond on Black. It hurts her, and disgusts Coran. He’s come to see her not as a warship or fighter plane, but a hunting companion. He’ll be damned before he lets Zarkon touch her ever again.

[jack-topia]

Anna Nives, an important NPC for a DND campaign I’m running for my friends, though they haven’t met her yet so I can’t exactly say much.

I drew her for the first day of FebruarOC, an art challenge created by @llorstel where you draw one OC for every letter of the Alphabet throughout the month of February, I decided to do things alphabetically so it’s easier to keep track of which letters I’ve done.

[klanced]

I must see this space astronaut cat shirt >:3

y’all ready to see fetus katie cause i’m too lazy to take an up to date pic?

BOOM.

[gruvu]

@llorstel and I have a been working on the details of the whole. How did Dom get 3 baby clones. Well. Still figuring the fine details, but here are some of my doodles.

[thebiscuiteternal]

for specieswap au (oh how I miss it ) Coran disappearing for a period of time (similar in show with shiro. But also canon is dead so go wild as always).

::cracks knuckles::

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The humans were in a panic. And if he were being totally honest with himself, he wasn’t doing much better.

It had only been a simple synchronization test. A trial run to see if Coran and Black were bonding enough that they would be able to overcome Zarkon’s old battle bond.

This shouldn’t have happened.

His stomach was tying itself in knots as he crouched next to the empty pilot’s harness, reading the numbers and jargon his diagnostic tool spat out.

Then he ran it again.

And again. 

He tried to tune out the voices yelling over the comm. His head was starting to hurt as much as his heart. 

And then, as worry was beginning to give way to despair, the tool began a soft, rhythmic clicking.

Ck-click. Ck-click. Ck-click...

A heartbeat.

The rock in his stomach vanished so fast he nearly threw up before he recovered. 

And he ran the diagnostics a fifth time.

Ck-click. Ck-click. Ck-click…

“Black… how is this happening? What have you done?” Shiro asked, trying not to let himself hope too high.

All around him and inside his head, there was a low, deep rumble that reminded him of distant thunder.

And he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then blew out the breath. “Alright. Alright. We’ll… we’ll sort this out. Until then, take care of him, okay?”

Another rumble, deep and comforting, and he tapped his comm as he slowly straightened. 

“Paladins, we need to talk.”