Chemist mechanicus Locusta-XV

hot girl summer

games of regicide be like

This is what you get when you mess with

fateful strands.

A trailblazer among the uncharted stars and a warden on the new-found frontier.

Buster Keaton in The Cook (1918)

Ooops...:3

commission for my friend

daydream

i dreamed of you amid the flowers

for a couple of hours

such a beautiful day

I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING YOU ??????????????? I JUST ???????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA????????????????????? MY HEART HELLO????????? I MEAN I KNEW YOU WAS GOUNG TO MY I WANST PREPARED ?????????????? HELLO??????????????? AAAAAAAAAAA???????????????? I HAVE NO WORDS?????????????

Isabella Von Valancius and her daughter Gloria for @bnbc <3

I hope you like it! I am pretty sure you have reblogged most, if not all, of my silly little Rogue Trader artworks so this is the least I could do! :D

I enjoyed doing this and I hope I can draw more of Isabella in the future! X3

Junia von Valancius, you will NEVER be famous

WIP WHATEVER

I remember about the last kissi ask but my brain said not now skdjhskjfdhskfd. But what now then? THIS SHIT

The woman who rises to meet her is cast in bronze and draped in blue. Every step she takes is like a declaration of war, and the walls themselves seem to be moving apart to accommodate her. “Stand behind me,” Theodora says in such a tone Isabella can only silently nod and obey the order. Now she can turn around, look into the eyes of her pursuers, but Isabella sees only emptiness… in which something is hiding. It may be invisible, but its presence is undeniable, and it is already here. Good thing Isabella doesn't have to face it alone. Good thing she has someone on her side. Good thing she has a guardian. Theodora wheezes horribly and scratches her throat but her nails slide uselessly over the scarlet and gold scarf that has become a noose around her neck. Her head is thrown back, but Isabella still has to stand on her tiptoes to whisper in her ear: “You didn’t think you’d deceive me so easily, did you?” "No." The word turns into birdish screaming, and the screaming turns into laughter, and thousands of birds fall from the branches and fly straight into the open door.

Beautiful and dangerous shiny snake😋

"These hands can hold many things, cold death or sweet love. How interesting, sometimes they can transform into each other." ​​​

"the Imperium's sensitive hands"

the outcast

I was lucky to comm ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC @sosoekov and SLJHFSLFJHSDLFJHGSJDHFSFKDGSDFJ I HAVE NO WORDS (tbh I was dying from the sketch stage and now I'm completely dead)

thank you again for this work of art and for a chance to have one of your works 💜💜💜