#tiffany lords

[ladychunli68]

Street Fighter & Friends Swinsuit Special by Reiq

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tiffany 🥊 

[anotherwvba]

I've been thinking of adding boxers from other game franchises to my fic as recurring characters as the Women's Circuit in the WVBA grows. As part of my planning, I've drawn what they would look like in my fic. From left to right, we've got...

King from "The King of Fighters"

Tiffany Lords from "Rival Schools"

Lulu Valentine from "Ready 2 Rumble"

My problem is, I don't know who to introduce first. So... I'm leaving it to you fine folks :)

[smirkingcat]

Tiffany Lords

[peterchai58]

[cherribeetle]

mostly dogs

[burnertracfone]

COM FEX X RIVAL SCHOOLS by Ihsnet

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Kim Sung Hwan

[yoshiunity]

Another entry I made for a, maybe canceled(?), Rival School Zine. I love me some boxers, and Pacific High is all about that with varying styles.

From top to bottom: Boman, Tiffany and Roy.

[ladychunli68]

Street Fighter Swinsuit Special 2024 by Reiq

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Wonderful⭐Beautiful⭐Exciting⭐ by ポチャン@poch4n

[anotherwvba]

Finding Your Place, pt. 5

Really? This is my first day solo. What the hell did I do to make Madeline mad at me?

Joy Pesca, the fresh faced new receptionist at the front desk, looked over the sea of humanity… okay, more like twenty-five, maybe thirty people… that occupied the lobby of the WVBA Offices. It was orientation and check-in day for a new group of hopefuls and recruits and Joy was all by her lonesome.

The scents of fresh-brewed coffee and ambition mingled in the air as the young men and women gathered in various places throughout the room. Some nervously checked and rechecked the contents of their duffel bags while others carried on small conversations with their fellows. There were those that looked as nervous as a cat in a room of rocking chairs and those that carried an air of confidence as though they were destined to be champions.

“Lords?” Joy called the next name on her list. “Tiffany Lords?”

A bubbly young blonde, a patriotic one if her attire was any indication, jumped out of a chair, arm raised, “That’s me!”

“If you’ll please come up to the desk Miss Lords? I’ve got some paperwork to go over with you.” Joy tapped away at her keyboard as Tiffany approached with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Tiffany leaned over the desk, waving Joy over as if she were wanting to share a state secret, “Psst. Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.” Joy looked slightly confused. “Why are we whispering?”

Completely ignoring Joy’s question, Tiffany held a hand to the side of her mouth as if to shield it from lip readers that may be watching. “Um, I know I’ve got a lot of registration stuff to do, but I haven’t been in a good fight since I graduated and I was wondering… when do I actually get to, like, punch people in the face?”

“Excuse me?!” Joy’s shocked voice drew plenty of eyes as Tiffany tried to hurriedly quiet her down. But, it didn’t draw everyone’s attention.

Off to one side were two young men. Both were striking, but each in their own way.

A rugged man with a slightly olive complexion, maybe in his early 20s, stood watching bouts on one of the lobby’s many monitors. His auburn hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and he looked like he was about four days overdue for shave. A faded green polo shirt and black denim jeans, along with a well worn and patch adorned denim jacket, gave him the distinct appearance of a man long accustomed to grit and hard work.

Seated nearby on a small couch was a clean shaven blonde man, late teens by the looks of him, and he was the very picture of refinement. He wore a tailored three-piece suit, navy with faint gold pinstripes, and a crisp white dress shirt, all neatly pressed. This was complemented with a navy necktie done up with the sharpest Windsor knot these offices had ever seen, a cream pocket square, a small but ornate purple lapel pin, and black dress shoes shined to a mirror like finish. Everything about this man screamed luxury and class.

The blond man scanned the room with keen interest until his eyes fell on a particular patch on the rugged man’s denim jacket. A faint smile, perhaps a bit hopeful, played on the blonde’s face.

“Shamrock Rovers?” The auburn haired man turned to the smartly dressed blonde with the posh London accent, “I say, I wasn’t expecting someone to advertise their poor taste in football clubs this far from home.”

There wasn’t an immediate answer, but instead the more rugged man let out a low chuckle as he rubbed his stubble thoughtfully, his voice carrying a faint Irish accent. “Aye. Well, at least we know what a proper team looks like. You lot need half the country’s payroll to put together a team that can’t score.”

The blonde rose from his seat. “Ah, a sharp tongue to match the rough exterior. Excellent.” That quick witted response earned a genuine smile and an extended hand. “Narcis. Narcis Prince”

“Rian Rossi,” the Irishman took the offered hand with a firm, but friendly, grip and a small nod.

“Rian,” Narcis repeated, tilting his head slightly, as if studying the man. “I see a bit of the Mediterranean and hear a bit of Dublin.”

“Whitehall, actually,” Rian stuffed his left hand into his jacket pocket. “Born and raised. My family still has a place near Ballymun. And you?”

Narcis smoothed about his suit coat from where he had been sitting. “Mayfair. A bit posh, I know.”

“Ya do have that air about ya,” Rian smirked.

“Well practiced, I assure you,” Narcis nodded with a hint of self-satisfaction.

“What do you mean roommate?!” All eyes turned toward the loud voice at the front desk, only to see Tiffany turn to the room, flush with embarrassment, “Sorry…”

As the buzz in the lobby resumed, Rian leaned against the wall to resume his conversation. “Gotta say, didn’t expect to see a posh London boy here. How’d that come about?”

“I think it’s in the blood,” Narcis conceded. “According to my mum, my father was a boxer and a might rough around the edges. I suppose that’s why I took a bit more a liking to fisticuffs and society dinners.” With a glance Rian’s way, Narcis noted his relaxed but ready posture, “And you? Must say, you have the look of a man that’s seen a good row before.”

Rian shrugged. “Me uncle taught me. Giovanni Rossi. Used to fight under the name Pete Zapasta back in the day.”

“I’ve heard of him. Tough man,” Narcis nodded.

“He wanted me to learn to take care o’ meself. So did the ‘rents, so they sent me to Napoli for summers with him when I was a wee lad.” Rossi’s voice warmed with happy memories, “Helped me learn about me Italian side, too. But, I decided to make it with me own name. Never been the kind to take a free ride.”

“Ah.” There was a hint of intrigue in Narcis’s tone. “A man of principles. I respect that.”

“Aaron Rian Rossi?” Joy’s voice rang through the lobby as Tiffany walked toward the infirmary for the next part of her check-in.

“That’s me.” Rian extended his hand to Narcis, “I look forward to seein’ ya around. Even if yer a rubbish Chelsea fan.”

Narcis couldn’t hide his mild surprise as he shook Rian’s hand, “Never mentioned a favored Chelsea.”

Rian smirked as he moved to the desk, “Nah, but yer clothes did.”

Narcis took his seat and shook his head in amusement as Rian made his way to the lobby desk. Just before he got there, a boisterous voice, thick with Irish attitude, called out from the direction of the cafeteria.

“Oi! Who the hell’s shoutin’ me name this e’rly in the feckin’ morn?” Aran Ryan, dressed in a tank top proudly proclaiming himself ‘Yer Mum’s Fav Irish Psycho’, walked briskly toward the desk, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “Joy! What is it? Ohh! Fresh meat day! Wantin’ me ta give some wise words ta the newest crop o’ victims?”

Rian stood at the desk in front of Joy, seemingly the only person that fully expected this. “And this,” he gestured to Aran, “is why I prefer Rian.”

“I said Aaron Rian Rossi,” Joy looked at Aaron with obvious frustration. “And they don’t need any words from you. Wise or otherwise.”

Though it took a second, Aran finally realized the confusion. He slapped Rian hard on the shoulder and smiled mischievously, “Oh laddie, yer feckin’ luck havin’ the same name as me. This could be fun!”

Rian and Joy stared at Aran as he headed back toward the cafeteria, cackling as he did. After a long moment of silence, Joy turned back to Rian. “My condolences.”

“Thank you, miss.”

[stellarmeals]

Hey Discworld fans and followers, @modiphius has secured a license to make games based on Sir Terry’s Discworld! Super stocked I also sent them my art 🤷‍♂️ 🤞

But anyway, they seem really genuine and excited about working on this project and have a survey for Discworld fans so they can understand why people love the books as best as possible which I think is a beautiful way to make a game.

Heres the survey for anyone interested

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScotOFrIAHQwG-Af9kIq_kLbX0W7kqxBt67nR2uzUWkRolSqA/viewform

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[cherribeetle]

me and the bestie

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Summaries under the cut

Tiffany Aching by Terry Pratchett

Armed only with a frying pan and her common sense, Tiffany Aching, a young witch-to-be, is all that stands between the monsters of Fairyland and the warm, green Chalk country that is her home. Forced into Fairyland to seek her kidnapped brother, Tiffany allies herself with the Chalk's local Nac Mac Feegle - aka the Wee Free Men - a clan of sheep-stealing, sword-wielding, six-inch-high blue men who are as fierce as they are funny. Together they battle through an eerie and ever-shifting landscape, fighting brutal flying fairies, dream-spinning dromes, and grimhounds - black dogs with eyes of fire and teeth of razors - before ultimately confronting the Queen of the Elves, absolute ruler of a world in which reality intertwines with nightmare. And in the final showdown, Tiffany must face her cruel power alone...

When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

Miranda is an ordinary sixth grader, until she starts receiving mysterious messages from somebody who knows all about her, including things that have not even happened yet. Each message brings her closer to believing that only she can prevent a tragic death. Until the final note makes her think she’s too late.

The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss

Swept off course by a raging storm, a Swiss pastor, his wife, and their four young sons are shipwrecked on an uncharted tropical island. Thus begins the classic story of survival and adventure that has fired the imaginations of readers since it first appeared in 1812. With optimism and boundless enthusiasm, the Robinson family undertakes the extraordinary task of constructing a home for themselves and exploring the primitive island filled with strange and beautiful creatures and exotic fruits and plants. Rich in action and suspense, The Swiss Family Robinson  is an exhilarating novel takes us to a faraway place of danger and beauty, where the courageous Robinson family embarks on a thrilling new life of adventure and discovery.

The Indian in the Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks

At first, Omri is unimpressed with the plastic Indian toy he is given for his birthday. But when he puts it in his old cupboard and turns the key, something extraordinary happens that will change Omri's life for ever.

For Little Bear, the Iroquois Indian brave, comes to life...

The Belgariad by David Eddings

Myths tell of the ancient wars of Gods and men, and a powerful object - the Orb - that ended the bloodshed. As long as it was held by the line of Riva, it would assure the peace.

But a dark force has stolen the Orb, and the prophecies tell of war.

Young farm boy Garion knows nothing of myth or fate. But then the mysterious Old Storyteller visits his aunt, and they embark on a sudden journey. Pursued by evil forces, with only a small band of companions they can trust, Garion begins to doubt all he thought he knew...

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

Through six turbulent months of 1934, 17-year-old Cassandra Mortmain keeps a journal, filling three notebooks with sharply funny yet poignant entries about her home, a ruined Suffolk castle, and her eccentric and penniless family. By the time the last diary shuts, there have been great changes in the Mortmain household, not the least of which is that Cassandra is deeply, hopelessly, in love.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton

Beneath the kitchen floor is the world of the Borrowers -- Pod and Homily Clock and their daughter, Arrietty. In their tiny home, matchboxes double as roomy dressers and postage stamps hang on the walls like paintings. Whatever the Clocks need they simply "borrow" from the "human beans" who live above them. It's a comfortable life, but boring if you're a kid. Only Pod is allowed to venture into the house above, because the danger of being seen by a human is too great. Borrowers who are seen by humans are never seen again. Yet Arrietty won't listen. There is a human boy up there, and Arrietty is desperate for a friend.

Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan

Esperanza thought she'd always live with her family on their ranch in Mexico--she'd always have fancy dresses, a beautiful home, and servants. But a sudden tragedy forces Esperanza and Mama to flee to California during the Great Depression, and to settle in a camp for Mexican farm workers. Esperanza isn't ready for the hard labor, financial struggles, or lack of acceptance she now faces. When their new life is threatened, Esperanza must find a way to rise above her difficult circumstances--Mama's life, and her own, depend on it.

The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

Two orphaned children are on the run, hiding among the crumbling canals and misty alleyways of the city of Venice.

Befriended by a gang of street children and their mysterious leader, the Thief Lord, they shelter in an old, disused cinema. On their trail is a bungling detective, obsessed with disguises and the health of his pet tortoises. But a greater threat to the boys' new-found freedom is something from a forgotten past – a beautiful magical treasure with the power to spin time itself.

Dork Diaries by Renee Russel

Nikki Maxwell is not popular, in fact Nikki Maxwell is the opposite of popular; she's a total dork! But Nikki's hoping that by moving to a new school she might just stand a chance of making some friends and leaving her old lame-ways in the past. But life is never that simple... Follow Nikki's life through sketches, doodles and diary entries as she starts her new school, battles with her mum for an iPhone and meets her arch-nemisis, the school's queen bee, Mackenzie.