Tumgik
vldcoran · 1 year
Note
Your PFP murdered me and I demand that you visit me in hell
LMFAOOOO i'm going there anyway anon, ofc i'll stop by for a visit!
10 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
keithtober week one: texas or japan
152 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
a chilly autumn walk 🍂
349 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
keithtober week 2: loner or star pilot
(wolf shirt bc he's a lone wolf)
75 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
mutuals do this
79K notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Anyways Imma complain about that author that just gets her ideas from her fucking agent like some 9th grade student.
I genuinely get so fucking annoyed with most of the booktok shit with the boring stock minimalist covers and the fucking fanfic-to-published pipeline but the idea that an author is 1. Getting their ideas from their agent in the form of like....suggested writing prompts and 2. Is being given tropes as the prompt with nothing else to consider, is mind boggling. Why do these people write? Why do these people do this if they don't want to create something as organically as possible? It's definitely a lack of respect for the craft cuz like if you respected writing and storytelling for the art that it is you wouldn't be reducing it down to tropes so you can start playing Situation Simulator 9000 with the most recent white cishet abled characters shown on your feed. It's just insane to me.
2K notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Ringing in 2020 with some adashi origin story! I love them so much!
I’ve been sitting on this comic for a while but between the learning how to use screentones and doing other stuff the longer I looked at it the less I liked it. But my new goal for 2020 is to post stuff that I worked hard on no matter what! And I’m already glad because even though it could look better I love this comic so much and I’m really happy to share it with you guys! 
Have a happy 2020!
754 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
do you think we can stay like this forever?
212 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
cue random hindi movie song here
323 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
i decided to make my sketch of allura in a suit into a finished digital drawing!
thank you again @veracxa for the request :3
!!reblogs do more than likes!!
96 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
for the drawing requests thing!!! i apologize for the picture not being the best, the marker on the other page was shining through and i tried to edit it out with varying levels of success
60 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
a little mini comic based on the final scene in my fic :)
125 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
🌟💙❤️ we'll work on it: an early seasons klance zine is now finished!
thank you, thank you, thank you everybody for your support and participation! we took a big risk with this zine, as we weren't sure at all whether anybody would be interested, and we're eternally grateful for everybody who made this project possible, worthwhile, and wonderful. from the bottom of our klance-loving hearts--thank you.
if you have an issues with your packages or files, please still feel free to send us an ask or email. otherwise, we'll catch you later, klancers. kick!!
- we'll work on it mods @vldlance and @vldkeith
48 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
where's the lost and found? 💌🌙🔎
(a space ranger vlogs mini fic)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Keith: 8:39 pm
"God, Keith, why can't you just see that we don't need those clips?" Lance shouts. "They're weird, and I look so bad in them!"
Keith rubs the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. "For the last time, Lance. Nobody cares! It's good footage, and we need it. We have to post tomorrow, and we barely have fifteen minutes in the video. For what, a week's worth of content?"
"Are you even listening?" Lance spits back. "We can shoot something else, or extend the end card."
"We don't have time to shoot more things. I need to finish the last edits and get it uploaded!" Keith stomps his foot on the ground. "This is the best footage we have! I'm sorry you don't look like royalty in it-"
"I DIDN'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!"
"THEN SHUT UP AND LET ME USE THE FOOTAGE!"
"NO!" 
Keith's breath hitches. They haven't fought like this in a while. But that was the last straw. Keith is so done. He's so tired. His throat is scratchy from arguing so he leaves. Yeah, he slams the van door and doesn't even say goodbye. He can't stand Lance right now. 
The warm night air greets him as soon as he steps out. 
Lance: 8:44 pm
It's been four months. Four months since Lance and his best friend ever decided to hop in a van and film their way through all 50 states in the U.S. and this is how it's going. Could this night get any better? 
Lance sighs and flops on the bed. Whatever. If Keith won't care about him, he's not going to care about Keith. The laptop is still open to the video editing app with all of the footage. Lance replays the debated clip again and promptly drags it to the trash icon in the corner. 
Keith: 9:01 pm
The sound of gravel crunching under Keith's footsteps are louder than they need to be, but he doesn't care. He doesn't know exactly where he's going right now, but anywhere away from the van will be good enough for him.
The camping parking lot lies just at the edge of town, so within minutes, he's surrounded by street lamps lined with shops and apartments on top of them. He turns right and left, not keeping track of where he's been. It doesn't occur to him to do so. 
Most places are closed by now since it's  Sunday night, but Keith spots a bar a block down. Light pours out of the glowing neon entrance. Keith doesn't do bars, but it's not like he has many other options. 
Voices chatter and glasses clink around him while classy music plays in the background. The overhead lights cast a warm tint to the room, creating a feeling that Keith can't quite place. There's not much of a crowd, thankfully, so he finds a bar stool and sits there, resting his elbows on the platform in front of him. 
"What can I get ya?" A voice asks, and Keith suddenly remembers that this is a bar, and people order things instead of sulk around. Well, maybe they do sulk around, but still, they do it with a drink. 
Glancing at the chalkboard menu of non-alcoholic beverages, Keith responds, "Uh, can I get a ginger ale? No ice."
The bartender nods and leaves. Keith reaches for his pocket and pulls out some cash. Rule number one for living on the go: always have money on you.
Lance: 9:07 pm
With Keith not having yet returned, and a video that can't be posted without a mutual agreement, Lance has basically nothing to do. 
So,  sick of waiting for his friend, Lance pulls out his phone and scrolls through Instagram. He checks out a couple or stories, likes some posts, and gets bored within minutes. 
If Keith were here….nope. 
Lance shuffles through some things in one of the upper compartments above the bed and pulls out a book. He hasn't read in a while, so maybe he'll just do that.
Keith: 9:18 pm
Sipping on a glass of Canada Dry, Keith realizes he should probably call Lance to tell him that he'll be back in a bit. The other part of Keith wants to avoid him for the whole night. Still, he pulls out his phone to possibly text Lance.
The second he tries to turn it on, his heart drops. Staring back at him is a dark screen with a battery symbol with a red cross going through it.
"No, no, no, no, please," he curses under his breath. This cannot be happening. 
Panicking, he looks around the room, as if that would help.
Okay one, his phone is dead, which means no way to contact Lance, or anyone else for that matter. And two, since his phone is dead, he also has no GPS, something he needs for a town he's completely unfamiliar with. 
He leaves the empty glass at the bar, and starts to get up. The bartender promptly comes to pick it up, and Keith gets an idea.
"Hey, excuse me," Keith starts, and the bartender looks at him. "Do you know where the camping lot is? It's right outside of town, right?"
The bartender shakes his head and shrugs. "Sorry kiddo, but you must be far from it because I'm not sure what you're talking about."
Keith feels a literal punch in his gut. This is just perfect.
Lance: 9:27 pm
The book is interesting, Lance supposes, but it's not anything that he'd want to spend more time reading. He glances at the time on his phone. It's been almost an hour since Keith left, but no texts or missed calls from him. Lance frowns. Was Keith really that mad at him?
Keith: 9:36 pm
The air outside, once calming, feels suffocating. Keith wanders aimlessly in the dark, trying to remember the streets he passed. It feels like he's been walking for at least fifteen minutes at this point. He feels like such an idiot. 
There's practically nobody around, and Keith has no way home. Out of nowhere, he starts missing the van. He starts missing Lance. A lot.
He walks some more before spotting a mom and her son strolling down the block. If it were any other circumstance, Keith would never go up to them, but he's desperate. He starts walking fast towards them and hopes for the best.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm lost, and I need to get back to the camper van parking lot. Do you know where that is?"
The woman seems to ponder for a second. "The one just after Elm Street?"
The name sounds familiar, so Keith goes with it. "Yeah."
She points towards the next block. "If you go down this street, you'll find Allen Street. Take two rights after that, and you'll see a huge sign for the library. Keep going forward and I'm sure you'll find the lot."
Relief washes over Keith. He smiles and says, maybe with a little too much enthusiasm, "Thank you!" 
The lady grins sweetly. "Of course! Have a good night."
"You too."
Lance: 9:49 pm
Missed outgoing call to "Keith♡":
 Hey, buddy, it's me. Uh, I hope everything's alright. Text me back when you can, okay? I promise I'm not mad at you.
Lance: 9:54 pm
Missed outgoing call to "Keith♡":
Keith, I'm really sorry, okay? Please can you call me? It's getting too late. You're scaring me. 
Keith: 10:03 pm
Ever since Keith received the directions, he spared no time, and has been jogging ever since. Out of breath, he can see the familiar chain link fence surrounding the lot. Freaking finally.
Lance: 10:07 pm
Currently, Lance finds himself pacing around the van. He wants to leave and go find Keith, but what if he comes back and they completely miss each other? Lance can't risk that. But he has to try something, right? 
Just then, he hears the click and swoosh of the van door, and a head with tousled black hair peeks through, and Lance just stands there.
"Keith?"
Keith: 10:07 pm
"Lance!" he exclaims. "My phone died and-" 
Before Keith could even start, Lance is firing questions a mile a minute. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What- oh"
Keith's not a hugger, but this is an exception. He holds him so tight, like if he lets go, his whole world would disappear. An unknown feeling floats within Keith, but he doesn't mind. He just breathes in the scent of Lance's hoodie and allows himself to close his eyes. They stand like that for a minute. 
"Hey, I'm really sorry," Lance whispers. "I got so angry for no reason." 
"It's okay." Keith's voice is shakier than he'd like it to be. "It was two minutes of video anyways. I should have just let it go."
"Everything's alright now, then? Wait. Are you crying?"
"M'not crying," Keith says as he wipes a stray tear from his eye. "Just missed you, that's all."
Lance smiles. "Can't stand being away from Lancey, huh?" He opens his arms, showing off himself. Keith giggles, and the other boy clears his throat. "Um, but in all seriousness, I think it's good that you left. I mean, the van's stuffy. Fresh air is good.
"Yeah." Keith nods. "It was good to get out. No offense."
"Nah, just be sure to charge your phone before you storm off next time," Lance winks. 
Keith rolls his eyes. "Sure. I'm tired though. Gonna sleep."
"Well lucky for you, we have a beautiful bedroom right in the back." Lance fake bows. "Right this way, sir."
"Pfft." Keith crawls into the bed, and closes the curtain divider so he can change. Afterwards, Lance joins him and shuts the lights while they lay down.
"I have one more question," Lance says in the dark, right as Keith is about fall asleep. "Where'd you go?"
Keith pauses for a moment before answering. "Nowhere important," he mumbles.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
"Mhm. Go to sleep."
"G'night, Keithers."
"'Night."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
100 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
just some girls sipping on mango lassi...
171 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Text
my last two brain cells any time I see the colors red and blue together anywhere:
Tumblr media
787 notes · View notes
vldcoran · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
KLANCE WEEK DAY 5… FIRE & ICE
i’m like 496438 this joke’s already been done before, perhaps for this exact prompt, but do i fuckign care, do i fcu
35K notes · View notes