#oc-lance

[kori-senpai]

Yes, of course Lance became a farmer, he wanted to provide a safe place for his badass space boyfriend to return to. obviously

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Wrongful Imprisonment

Male Alpha Yandere Prisoner x Omega Male Reader CW: Noncon, imprisonment, prison setting, knotting, mating cycles, a/b/o, rut/heat, knotting, size difference, ass eaten like it's groceries, general yandere behavior Word Count: 2k (Sorry this took so long.)

You never thought you would find yourself in prison. But there you were. Locked away in a minimum security facility.

You were innocent. When your home was raided you had no idea there were drugs there. Your boyfriend at the time had put all the blame on you to escape punishment.

What's worse was that you were an omega sentenced to a mixed facility full of alphas. Since male omegas were so rare no one bothered to make separate facilities for them.

They forcefully drugged away your heats to the best of their ability but the meds had side effects on your mood and gave you dizzy spells. And they weren't perfect. Even without a heat a faint scent of omega peaked through. During heats it was a bit more pronounced.

To some of the alphas who had been there for years it was enough to get their interest. And they were not men whose interest you wanted.

It was terrifying. The cells had no doors so you were in constant fear that you'd wake up with a rapist over you.

The guards were no help. You did your best to avoid all of the alphas of ill intent for as long as you could manage it, but one time you were cornered.

They had followed you in from the yard and crept up behind you. You flailed, scratched, and bit but they didn't take your struggles well and beat you until you stopped fighting.

You could hear them snickering as one slammed his knee into your gut before giving you two brutal punches to the face. You doubled over in pain, your nose bloody and tears cascading down your swollen face.

"Just be a good cock sleeve and stay still"

You felt your pants being yanked down to your knees.

"Look at how tight it's pussy is!"

You prepared for the worst, unable to eek out any pleas over your ragged sobs of hurt and fear.

But the worst never happened. Instead you heard growling followed by hisses and cries of pain.

Your pants were pulled up and you were helped onto your shaky feet.

In front of you stood a sweaty mountain of a man. He was about your age. Tan skin and red hair. All muscle. Probably spent every free moment lifting weights.

Which wasn't really true. Lately he also spent a lot of time watching you from a distance. Trying to get to know the one who's scent called to him so strongly despite the suppressants.

"Th-tha-th-" You tried to mutter a thanks, but your assault and near rate had sent you into a full panic attack.

"Shhh, don't try to talk. It's okay."

His green eyes stared into yours as he inspected your facial injuries. Nothing was broken.

He gently led you back to his doorless cell. The cells had a lot of traffic. You were a bit nervous but you were more scared to be alone and if he had wanted to hurt you he could have.

At least, that's what you had thought. Though you were completely unaware of how badly he wanted to bend you over and fill your body full of his seed. Unlike the brutes from before though he at least wanted you to moan and cling to him while he did it.

He introduced himself and you managed to return the courtesy once your sobs had lessened.

His name was Lance.

And over the months you spent in prison the two of you had become very close.

He kept you within his sight at all times and made sure you were safe. The two of you even managed to have it arranged where you could share the same cell so he could protect you at night and prevent you from getting a bad roommate.

Lance also rubbed all your clothes every morning on him so they had his scent to keep you safe.

The alpha even had the idea to give you a claiming bite just to make sure no one would try anything.

You allowed him to do so, you didn't think it meant anything. In fact, he had reassured you that it hadn't. It was just another measure to protect you.

Of course that wasn't how the alpha saw it at all. Even though he hadn't bed you he considered you his mate. And really, if anything, the fact you were so naïve about it only proved that he was taking the correct course of action.

You were too trusting and soft. That's how you had ended up there in the first place. That's why those vermin tried to get their unworthy hands on you.

You were his mate. Even if you didn't know it yet. You needed him.

And he needed you too. Your scent and personality drove him to keep you safe. So kind. A perfect mate for him. You were the only light in his otherwise miserable existence. To say that you were as essential as oxygen to him would be an understatement.

And after he saved you from those lesser alphas his instincts screamed that he owned you. He had won you in a physical contest.

The alpha just had to calm himself down and be patient. He would get you gradually. He was confident he was almost there.

Until you got the news that you were being released early because new evidence had come to light.

Lance feigned joy at the news.

"I am glad... a place like this really isn't for a person like you..."

"Yeah! And now I won't have to be such a burden to you anymore either! Thanks for helping me so much Lance, you're a great friend. I'll miss you."

Inwardly Lance wanted to go on a rampage. His mate was being taken away from him! He wouldn't be able to protect you. Someone might try to hurt you and touch you with hands unworthy of your skin.

The mere thought filled him with unbridled anger.

Lance knew what he had to do.

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It had been just a couple months since your release and you were adjusting about as well as could be expected for someone in your situation.

You had been money from a settlement for being falsely imprisoned so finances weren't an issue. But you had no friends on the outside anymore. You had nothing to do.

And the ptsd from over a year of living like an animal was immense.

The hardest thing to adjust to, at least physically, was no longer being on industrial strength suppressants. And the very strong heats that accompanied that change.

It was during one such extreme heat that Lance broke out of prison and was making his way up the hill right towards your secluded home. He could smell you from far off.

He was in rut. He had not seen his omega in months. And he could smell your heat.

The alpha was coming for you... and very soon... he would be cumming in you.

When he came upon your home he noticed the window was open. You were so careless! Just letting your damn heat scent drift out and attract any piece of shit alpha right to your open window!! You were really fucking lucky you had such a dedicated mate like him though. So loyal that he broke through prison to take care of you.

He watched you for a minute through your open window. Poor little omega. Writhing in your empty nest. No alpha scent to soothe you. Your nude form hot and sweaty, jerking your cock and bucking your hips fervently, a puddle of slick staining your blankets. And the smell was insane, practically screaming for someone to slide in you.

But fate had provided you with a strong lover that was going to fuck all your frustrations right away.

As he stepped through your window your eyes snapped to him immediately, his musky smell grabbing your attention. “L-lance? B-but…”

“I got out for you. Now I can help you and we can be together.” His voice was low and raspy. Almost animalistic.

You recoiled in fear of him and fell out of your bed.

Lance was hurt that his precious lover was scared of him, but he understood. Past lovrs had hurt you and other alphas had tried to rape you very violently. But that’s not what he would do. He was going to keep you safe. Take care of your needs.

“You n-need to leave Lance.”

It was so hard to think clearly. Your body was on fire and his smell was so comforting even though you didn’t want his knot in you. He was still an attractive alpha who you had been close to and your body wanted to be closer. And he could smell it.

“No. I need to breed my husband.”

“Lance, y-you’re not my-”

He stood over you and picked you up easily, putting you back into your nest. He knelt beside it so that his head was right by your ass that was hanging off. He positioned your legs on his shoulders and inhaled deeply.

The scent you were giving off was too captivating, especially there, he could no longer even process your words. He tenderly nuzzled his nose beneath your balls, drinking in the scent and kissing each of your nuts gently before focusing his attention on your needy, slick-leaking hole.

He stared at it in awe for a moment, like a dragon appraising his most precious treasure.

Lance slid his tongue right in and began wriggling it to get at every inch he could reach, reveling in the needy sounds you made between your flustered protests. He kissed it and removed his lips, a small string of drool and slick briefly connecting your hole with his lips.

The alpha then flipped you on to your belly and climbed into the nest with you after discarding his pants and underwear, he took off his sweaty shirt and laid it under your head so you could enjoy his scent while he bred you. He put your head down and kept your ass up. You would have protested, but you couldn’t stay in your right mind any longer.

Not after the tongue fucking he had given you, not with his scent so concentrated with your face pressed into it.

You gripped his shirt and pressed it closer to you, trying to inhale the musk as much as you possibly could. His heart leapt at the sight of it all. His little omega was presenting so nicely for him all while drowning so willingly in his smell.

He gripped your hips firmly, but still careful not to hurt you as he sank his cock into you deeply.

Lance gasped as the wet heat engulfed his entire length. You fit over him so well. There was not a fraction of a doubt in his mind, you were made just for him.

You moaned and drooled into the shirt your loving mate had provided as his flesh smacked against yours. Faster and faster he slammed into you with your slutty noises driving him on until his knot swelled and his cum was pumped into you.

The alpha renewed that claiming bite he had given you as the two of you became tied together and while licking your fresh wound he lightly humped into you until you came hard as well. He caged your body with his and held you tightly to him as you both panted and waited for the knot to go down.

As your mind temporarily cleared you were aware that this was not something you wanted.

But it wasn’t something that you could fight either.

After everything you had been through you were still just a prisoner.

[imagination-overreaction]

Another rewrite of the Hell story! Still not 100% happy with the way it's written, but I really like the content itself. It's also wild seeing the difference in my writing from 2021 vs now, it makes me realize I actually have improved!

The two reach the surface after a long trek through damp, spiky tunnels. Even outside of the caves it's musty and dark, with only just enough light to get a better look at Lana. Bright red horns poke through her dark hair, curling around her head like a halo. Stranger still are the cracks in her skin. He only saw the worst of them before, but now he sees all of the thin dark lines etched into every visible part of her skin.

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[ekrixart]

An angel that doesn't act like one.

I gotta actually get back to work soon but the siren song of new ocs is a hard one to ignore

[invincibledc]

Okay new ocs lore/info. From Ivan to Cameron.

MEET, IVAN QUINZEL-ISLEY, son of Harley Quinn aka Harleen Quinzel and poison ivy aka Pamela Isley. Having been birth from an actual plant bud, he has the infused dna of Harley and ivy. He also equips the powers of ivy. He met batsib!reader during a patrol night, he couldn’t help but feel connected to the poor bird who had collected an obsessive power house.

Did I forgot to mention he’s more powerful than his mother? Sure he’s new to this, but thank god he isn’t an evil bitch. Cause he is still a newbie to using his plant powers unless his emotions get out of control. He’s a charmer, he follows around the poor bird, reader, around Gotham. When caught, he gives off a small grin, his red hair and green eyes.

He resembles his mother very well.

Don’t let him kiss you, or you are falling into a deep poison of his love.

Now Cameron.

Meet Cameron Lance, member of the arrow family. Son of green arrow aka Oliver Queen and black canary aka Dinah Lance. Met batsib!reader during the young Justice team, through Batman, or teen titans, depending what dc universe you’re thinking.

He’s the youngest, meaning he’s annoyed by Roy a lot and Artemis. Always the little brother being picked on while reader is also mostly the youngest in the batfamily—they “both” quite get along.

Cameron is a flirt, reader isn’t. Cameron likes reader a lot. Reader only sees Cameron as a liability. Damian mindset because Damian has to be the older twin brother to put that into his other twin’s mind.

If you haven’t realized, they will soon have a chowder and panini relationship kinda thing. “They’re my partner! :)” “I’m not his lover!”

Cameron is good with archery , of course he has to. Along with inheriting his mother’s screaming powers.

He looks up to his mom a lot. I mean a lot. And even looks like her, blonde hair and blue baby eyes.

But either ways, he can be seen always by the bird’s side. Wrapping his arm around their arm while the poor duo Robin is suffocated by a singing bird.

AND THATS ALL!! If you have questions, ask me. If have a small ask like “how would they” “how would he react” you can do that too! Cya!

[vroomvroommuppett]

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lance stroll x leclerc!twin

summary: the one where collette is charles' twin but is a genius and owns her own company and after a big fight, she decides to invest in aston martin, and the rest is kinda explanatory

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collettemargot i am sick and tired of being used by miserably ungrateful men.

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margotstrollinternational introducing our ceo, and investor of aston martin, miss collette margot. to read her full bio, go to our webstie www.margotstrollinternational.co and www.astonmartinf1.co!

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maxverstappen1 YES WE GET HER BACK IN THE PADDOCK!

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[doalkaynaksuyu]

in my defense i was possesed

[fangirlfuel]

Just Here for Lance

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Monza, Italy – September 3, 2023

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You had never been to Italy before, but somehow, it felt like the right place to see your first Grand Prix in person.

Monza was fast, loud, and electric, everything Formula 1 promised to be, and yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were only half interested in the race itself. Your eyes weren’t on Verstappen or Leclerc or Hamilton. They were on a different kind of presence. One that wasn’t always on the podium or leading the press conferences, but one you’d quietly rooted for since the moment you got into F1.

Lance Stroll.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself lowkey, unbothered by the chaos. Or how he never gave dramatic interviews or sought attention. He didn’t need to. He just drove. And you liked that. Liked him.

You'd spent the night before the race hunched over a small hotel desk in Milan with a black Sharpie and an old white sheet from your suitcase. The words came easily:

“I’M JUST HERE FOR LANCE.”

The sign was simple, bold, and honest. You weren't trying to be ironic or funny. You meant it.

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Race Day

The grandstands buzzed with energy. Fans screamed for Ferrari. Red flags and tifosi were everywhere, but you stood out not in red, but in Aston Martin green, your sign held high as the national anthem played and the engines roared to life on the grid.

Lance was starting from the back—P20, due to a frustrating qualifying. The AMR23 hadn’t been kind to him lately, and Monza wasn’t a circuit that offered easy redemption. But you didn’t care about his grid position. You knew how strong he was mentally. He wasn’t someone who crumbled under pressure.

Every lap, you watched the timing screen with bated breath. He made small gains then lost time. The car clearly wasn’t cooperating. But still, he pushed.

You screamed for every overtake. Cursed under your breath when he fell back again. It wasn’t a points finish. It wasn’t even close. He came in P16.

But as the cars rolled into parc fermé and the crowd thinned, you stayed in your seat, holding your sign a little lower now not out of embarrassment, but out of empathy. You knew what that kind of race felt like from the outside. The ones that leave no glory and barely a headline.

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You didn’t expect him to do much press. Lance didn’t usually speak much after frustrating races. But there he was, on the screen near the podium, still in his race suit, hands on his hips, eyes a little tired.

A Sky Sports reporter asked the usual questions about tire degradation, straight-line speed, and setup issues.

He gave his usual short, honest replies. Calm. Professional.

And then, unprompted, he glanced off camera and grinned slightly.

“Actually, I saw this sign in the crowd. Said, ‘I’m just here for Lance.’”

The reporter blinked. “Really?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “Yeah. Just… yeah. That was nice. After a day like this, that kind of thing... it means something.”

Your heart leapt. Your knees went weak.

He saw you. He noticed you. He remembered.

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Later That Evening – Aston Martin Paddock

You thought it was a joke when a security guard came to find you in the fan zone, flashing a laminated paddock pass. “You’re the girl with the sign, right?”

You blinked, wide-eyed. “Um… yeah?”

He smiled. “Well, someone saw it. Wants to say thanks.”

The paddock was a world apart. Quiet. Professional. Controlled chaos. Everything gleamed carbon fiber, chrome, and green uniforms. You felt out of place in your sneakers and sunburnt skin, but no one questioned you.

When you reached Aston Martin's hospitality area, your heart was pounding like a race engine.

Then he appeared.

Still in his race suit, the sleeves pushed up, his curls damp from a post-race shower. He looked down at his phone, then up and smiled when he saw you.

“There she is.”

You stood frozen. “Hi.”

He nodded toward the sign in your hands. “So… you really were just here for me?”

You laughed, a little breathless. “Yeah. I mean… I like racing. But yeah. Mostly for you.”

He ran a hand through his curls and let out a soft laugh, the kind you don’t usually hear on camera.

“Well, sorry about the P16. Not exactly a performance worth the sign.”

You stepped forward. “I didn’t make it because of the results.”

That caught him off guard. His eyes met yours with curiosity. “No?”

You shook your head. “I made it because… I’ve been watching you for years. And I don’t think people give you enough credit. You’ve been through so much in this sport and you still show up and fight every weekend. That’s rare.”

He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you ,really looked.

“That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week.”

You shrugged, feeling the burn in your cheeks. “Well, it’s true.”

Lance gave a small, warm smile. “Most fans want selfies or merch signed. You brought… this.” He gestured to your sign. “It’s kinda awesome.”

“Thanks,” you said softly.

He nodded toward the motorhome behind him. “You hungry? The team always has leftovers after the debrief. And I feel like someone who brings that much positivity into the paddock deserves a decent pasta.”

You blinked. “Are you serious?”

He tilted his head with a teasing smile. “You said you were here for me, didn’t you?”

Your heart melted.

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Later

You ended up sitting side by side at a small table behind the Aston motorhome, sharing a bowl of spaghetti and stories about how you got into racing. He listened, asked questions, and even laughed when you told him about the chaos of making the sign with hotel laundry.

At one point, he looked down at your hand resting near his and asked, almost shyly:

“So… will you be at Suzuka too?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Should I be?”

He gave you that dry, boyish smile. “Well… I kind of like having someone here just for me.”

You leaned in a little closer. “Then maybe I will be.”

“Bring the sign,” he said, almost whispering.

“Bring me back a top ten,” you shot back.

He laughed, and this time, it wasn’t soft or self-conscious. It was loud and unfiltered.

“Deal.”

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To Be Continued…?👀

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If you’ve made it to the end ,thank you. Truly. This story was a little love letter not just to the idea of fandom and soft, unexpected romance, but also to someone in F1 who rarely gets the fair credit he deserves: Lance Stroll.

You might be wondering why I chose Monza 2023 as the backdrop. It wasn’t a big win or a media-highlighted weekend. In fact, Lance started at the very back and finished P16 a race where he barely got any screen time, and most people didn’t even remember where he placed. And that’s exactly why I picked it.

Because this fic isn’t about fanfare. It’s about the quiet weekends the ones where the car isn’t performing, the critics are loud, and still, the driver shows up, puts in the work, and crosses the line. There’s something so human and humble about that. That’s the version of Lance that inspired this story: the one who keeps pushing, even when no one’s watching.

The girl in the stands with her handmade sign “I’m just here for Lance” she’s not just fictional. She represents a kind of fan who exists in real life. The quiet supporters. The loyal ones. The ones who stay even when everyone else walks away. And in this story, I wanted to imagine what it would mean for Lance to see one of those people. And how much it could matter.

Now, let’s address the narrative that always gets brought up when Lance’s name comes up:

“He’s only here because of his dad.”

There’s truth to the fact that privilege gave Lance opportunities others didn’t get. His father, Lawrence Stroll, is a billionaire and now owns the Aston Martin F1 team. Lance’s karting journey and junior career were heavily supported, and he entered F1 young, with significant resources behind him.

But here’s the thing: money can buy you a seat, not talent. Not skill. And definitely not longevity.

Formula 1 is the most competitive racing series in the world. Drivers get replaced all the time ,even champions. Sponsors demand results. Teams make cutthroat decisions. If Lance truly didn’t belong, he would have been gone years ago. And yet, since 2017, he’s:

Earned three podiums, including as a 19-year-old rookie in Baku

Taken pole position at the 2020 Turkish Grand Prix in a car that wasn’t even expected to fight for top spots, and in one of the most challenging wet races in years

Outqualified and outperformed experienced teammates on several occasions

Been especially strong in chaotic or wet conditions, showing real racecraft under pressure

Proven consistent pace in midfield machinery while maintaining a calm, team-first mentality

Is he flashy on social media? No.

Does he beg for attention? Also no.

That’s part of why people overlook him. But Lance Stroll is a serious athlete, and a driver who’s grown immensely, year after year.

What’s also important is how he handles all the criticism. Quietly. Without lashing out. Without playing victim. That resilience alone staying in the game despite the constant noise is something I respect deeply. And it’s what made me want to tell a story about someone choosing to support him out loud, even when the world isn’t clapping.

Because sometimes, even the strongest people need to be reminded they’re seen.

So, to those who are also just here for Lance this was for you, too.

Thank you again for reading. If you want more moments paddock passes, blushing interviews, Instagram thirst traps, maybe a jealous grid girl or two I’m always happy to continue their story.

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[shapelytimber]

Look, I randomly remembered this silly dnd character I made up 3 years ago and decided to update his design...... so behold : Lance Goustine my shrimp man <3

[COMMISSIONS]

Also, look at the pixel art in detail because even tho I'm a beginner at it I'm so pleased with how it turned out <3

And of course, showing the before n after ! Frankly I'm so so proud of this, I didn't think I progressed that much in charadesign since I don't do it that often but- look at this !! The big improvement here is that I'm less afraid to make my characters look ridiculous when needed (and this silly man needed it fjfjfj)

[rene-spade]

growing up leclerc | f1 grid

fem!reader x leclerc family, f1 grid

note(s); inspired by @multiversesweets Little Leclerc series! This is kind of my version/take on a youngest leclerc sister. 2nd pov but for the plot, she is named 🫶 lol

Warning(s); possibly triggering dynamics, some obsessive behavior tbh bc i like em crazy, mostly cute stuff tho!

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GROWING UP LECLERC MEANS being spoiled rotten by your three big brothers, and even a select few of their close friends too. you’re as eager to watch the boys race as they are for you to watch them, you’re the heart of the family. being the youngest (2002), only female leclerc sibling makes you a standout in every stage of life. strict ‘no dating’ rules set up by charles after he noticed some of the other karting boys eyeing you. you’ve always been the prettiest girl around in monaco, it’s the same everywhere else the leclerc’s go (much to the chagrin of your brothers). it takes nothing more than a bat of your eyelashes for you to get anything you want, as things should be. but your brothers are worried the big world will ruin you; better to stay with them where it’s safe.

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SOME LECLERC FAMILY THINGS; childhood

full name Hélèna Solène Pascale Leclerc

hervé and pascale taking tonsss of photos

enzo being the sanest brother

all of arthur’s friends having a crush on you growing up

arthur at age 8: mean to his little sister

arthur the moment anyone else looks at her: *swinging*

charles being dubbed “track menace” after crashing into so many boys who’ve looked at you

charles forces you to like the red car

big bro jules who dotes on you, charles, and arthur, showing you off around the paddock

protectiveness levels multiplying after hervé passes away, and again after jules

your brothers are hypersensitive when it comes to you (if you’re sick it’s like charles is dying)

having to keep your romance life a complete secret from your brothers until you’re like 24

Monaco’s Clingiest Family

modeling agencies always trying to recruit you but you’re literally a child, so arthur and charles start barking at people that come up to the family in public

princess treatment you’re whole life and you don’t even care that your bros are a little crazy

charles has tried to murder his fellow drivers

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twitter; self-ran

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instagram; self ran

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photo album; written by pascale leclerc

lorenzo, hélèna, & arthur et hélie la bébé de

charles 2005 2009 charlie 2006

enzo, charles, famille <3 maman avec

& hélie 2010 2002 hél & tur 2003

bébé hélèna et hél et charlie tur est gentil

charles 2006 2008 de hélie 2003

♤ ♤ ♤

- ren

[imagination-overreaction]

Small rewrite of a wip that I started back in 2021, where the main character Lance has to navigate his way through Hell (kinda, but it's easier to just call it Hell) after dying. It's definitely one I wanna revisit and revamp, since there's so much of it that still holds up with current lore.

Lance blinks back tears he doesn't remember crying and shakes his head in an attempt to pull himself back together. It doesn't matter what did that to him, all that matters is getting out of here before it happens again. The way he came in is completely gone, seemingly replaced with a gaping hole in the floor. There's no light, none of the strange moss, and no sign of how it got there.

Daily Sip 4/17

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[barbie--art]

Dump of all Balan Sketchdumps

First one features my sona(me) hanging out with him

second is an ol' big crossover between BWW, NiGHTS and TADC

third one is Balan and NiGHTS with musical quotes

Last one is Balan with bunny NiGHTS, because I thought them hiding like this in his hat would be cute

[ekrixart]

holy holy

[deoxysacid]

my favorite genre of lance content is when he accidentally adopts a kid. so i gave him two their names are rita and rex and they are siblings

[verstappensrealwife]

Hear me out. HOLD ME BACK

[paperkoifish]

Wow... I love women..

Just throwing ideas in a pile rn ill def draw fem klance (klena??) in the future trust

Here's their names:

Shiro, Shiho

Keith, Kaitlyn "Kait"

Lance, Lena

Hunk, Huni

Matt, Madeline "Maddie"

Ok im gonna ramble a bit in the tags bear with me