#HERE COMES THE GIRL

[val0r-v0id]

drawing every valorant agent pt 1, Fade !!

(let's hope the quality doesn't die once i hit post 🤧)

[redolentgrove]

An Old Familiar Face

Loki sat in her gardens on a crisp, spring morning, her eyes closing briefly in thought as she watered a bed of multi-coloured roses. She cast a glance at the rising sun, admiring the hues in the sky and soaking in some of the sunlight. Her garden always calmed her, and today was no different. She knew she had a tough conversation with Bijoux later today, but mornings were her own time, and gave her a chance to clear her head and prepare for the day. She inspected a light-blue rose, in particular, noting that something about it was speaking to her. Was it because it matched Bijoux's eyes? Her own once upon a time? Or maybe it was telling her something. She was certainly listening, although a somewhat gruff, young woman's voice took her out of her element.

"…Miss Loki?"

The hybrid turned toward the westward voice, spotting a blue-haired, centauric Aurorus near the garden's entrace. The dinosaur's eyes widened when Loki's purple eyes met her own blue ones, and she walked forward to greet Loki, the pair exchanging a gentle hug when they met. Loki then pulled herself back from the taller Pokemon. The mysterious visitor was about a foot taller (and longer) than Loki was, and the grass-type taur couldn't help but admire her very familiar uniform… clearly she was also going to be a student at Harmonia University, just like Bijoux and Millie were.

"Miss Loki! It is you!" The dino's eyes shone brightly as the sunlight dipped gently against them, a cooling sensation emanating from her body that Loki definitely appreciated. It wasn't icy, so to speak, so her guest clearly had herself under control.

"Oh my gosh!! It's been ages; I can't believe how much you've grown since you were in Celeste's daycare, darling!" Loki trilled with pride, rising on her back legs a bit to ruffle her guest's hair gently. "You were probably barely up to my lower back in height as a little Amaura. Wow…"

The Aurorus-taur nodded, lightly batting a hand at Loki when she was fluffed and grunting. "Miss Loki, please… I'm eighteen now; I'm not the pettable little scamp you knew at Miss Celeste's daycare!"

"I'm sorry, darling," Loki sighed, a hint of regret on her muzzle. "After you get to be as old as I am, I suppose everyone's always going to be like your baby, no matter how much they grow. But enough about this old flower; what brings you here?"

The dino nodded, brushing off her shoulders and letting out a long, drawn-out breath of relief. "I know… it's okay, Miss Loki. I know how sentimental you can be. Believe me, Miss Celeste has always been the same way… she used to tell stories about classes from as far back as like, five centuries ago. And that she'd still gotten in contact with people she babysat, and then she'd babysit generations worth of their family! But I digress; I'm actually here to look for Miss Celeste, funnily enough."

"Oh, funny you should say that!" Loki let out a chuckle of relief. "She's just over here; I'll take you to see her! Won't she be proud to see one of her babies going to Harmonia, of all places… you know, I have a daughter your age who's going there, too. First taur to be accepted there, even! Or, well, tied for first, given this."

The Aurorus-taur's face perked slightly. "Man… they didn't make mention of any other centaur students when I was accepted! Finally, a school where I won't be completely alone on four legs…" Her long tail wagged at the very thought.

"Well, come now, don't just stand there, darling!" Loki purred, taking the dino's hand in her own and leading her along the forest paths. "I'll take you to meet everyone; gosh, won't Bijoux be excited to know she'll have another centaur friend at school this coming year…"

((??? the Aurorus-taur is available for asks!))

[eaeaeasaggresively]

Shes done :D

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[eats-a-berry]

i wasn't sure exactly what i thought adult gideon should be doing, but i DO quite like the triple combination of cowboy-biker, drag queen, and used car salesman at the same time. she's always a busy person!

[shriika]

"Give me your hands, let me touch you… and you, and you, and you too!"

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[dykealloy]

[dailyhatsune]

the many words that exist

[mixmangosmangoverse]

If you ever needed to know the extent of how the I/P conflict is fandomized, there is a popular post going around with a Sailor moon sticker saying Free Palestine and all the comments are talking about how it's their aesthetic and they totally need to buy it

Because this doesn't matter to them, it's just the cool hip and trendy thing

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume61]

The sudden urge to bend you over and fuck you in front of the guy staring at you just to satisfy my possessive urge and crave to dominant and mark my territory >🔪🌹

[im-tired-404]

[rooksunday]

thinking about fox getting his first poll card after the vode get citizenship. the guard scattered after sithsplosion day, but he and a score or so that were functionally useless without each other, like nervous space greyhounds with military training, all ended up bundled together on some planet in the mid rim.

he’s been working on a book about his years at the senate. no one knows about it aside from thorn, who has been checking his basic, and advising him where he needs to wind the reveals back a little because libel. the rest of the time he does payroll for a number of small businesses, picking and choosing his hours, and delighting in sending invoices for his business: the shiny security fund, he’s called it, to continue the tradition in a more official manner.

(when they’d been on triple zero, the fund had been for rations. blankets. bacta. they’d conned credits from tourists and stolen them from senators and turned those credits into hope for the poor bastards shipped to the city that ate shinies before they could ever earn paint. these days, the fund was for whatever his guard wanted. aside from a pony. fox couldn’t figure out where hound would keep the pony.)

the book had been born from two lists. one was the blackmail and gossip the guard had collected during their stint on coruscant; that was where thorn needed to check for dangers, but since most of those senators had died in sith-related incidents, or had been jailed when the media got hold of their dealings, all fox was doing was providing context.

the other part of the book was fox’s List. thire sometimes called it a manifesto, because he had been studying for his degree and liked to show off occasionally. the list was a suggestion of changes to the republic, some small, some large. it was a silly fancy of fox’s, as the whole book was, but if he couldn’t indulge himself in his own karkin’ book then they might as well have punted him off the high levels back on coruscant.

yet for all that he’d settled—and paid taxes, even—fox hadn’t felt part of the citizenship of the planet. then the poll card had arrived. and suddenly he mattered in a tangible way. just like the bothan baker next door did. just like the twi’lek downstairs, the one with the noisy kriffin’ speeder, did.

thorn found fox in the kitchen, still staring at the scrap of card. he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe.

“you okay there, chief?” he asked. he’d been trying out alternatives to ‘sir’. “noise complaint again?”

fox shook his head. he didn’t look up. “voting thing. there’s an election.”

“oh! yeah, we got ours yesterday. are you— what’s that face you’re making. i don’t think i like it.”

fox raised his head and gleamed his smile at thorn, who backed away slightly, one hand drifting to where a blaster once hung. fox’s eyes felt very wide. he jabbed the poll card like a vibroknife.

“do you know what this means?”

“democracy comes in two postal batches?”

“no! well, yes, apparently, and that’s inefficient, but— no!” fox jabbed the card again. “this means i am a citizen and i am about to make that a senator’s problem. where’s my manifes— list, thorn? it’s time for an update.”

[fakakta-art]

digitizing some sketches i made for my etsy and a completely unrelated song, because i like to add songs :)

[fangirlforeversthings]

Girlies will look at the most powerful, most feared by their enemys, most talented, strongest, bravest and basically unbeatable warriors known to mankind in full armor and will go like:

My 🎀babygirl🎀 my cute little pooksie wooksie baby bear🎀💞🌸🎀