Cagalli Yula Athha in Peter Do SS20

Sometimes a girl (me) just want to draw her favorite fictional characters in her favorite designer collections.

In this example, she wants to rectify all the missed chances Gundam Seed’s character designer on clothing one (1) goddes princess-queen of victory in powersuits that wasn’t shabby or sad or, even worse, trying to make her girly girl (too many times, nope) because Cagalli Yula Athha will kick your asses irl if you tried to do that. End of rant, maybe.

Also, I’m currently worshipping Peter Do and the design path he walks on. Like, he works under Phoebe Philo and coming up with the Spacer fabric while creating powerful garment for women like Madam Philo does in Céline ??? Such an Idol.

GingerRoseWeek2020 - day 6 “After The War”

The last thing he think he heard before the dark consumes him in to the abyss was a quiet but melodic voice of someone. Someone whom he has shared a snippets of audio-comm with over a secure channel for the last few months. Small sentimental lines that went straight to his rotten core, telling him that his effort won’t be wasted, that what he was doing was good, and significant, much to his dismay and adamant believe that his act of treason was all self serving.

He never felt so much cold before, seeping into his bone, leeching into the air around him, as memories rushed to him. From the earliest day he could remember the soft, battered, but soothing hands of his mother, to the hot lashes of torn skin from his fathers gift upon his frail body, a jolt of icy triumph when standing over a pair of unseeing eyes and frothy bluish mouth of his abuser, to the cold routines and recycled air of space cruisers colored with flashes of icy resentment, strokes of hellfire wraths, and wild thirst of control, and finally a niggling warmth. The warmth soothes and freed him as it simultaneously raised his dread over his own well-being, that grows effusively by the minute every time he communicates confidential informations to this person. He knows her name, her voice, and her sheer personality, but he couldn’t call for her or cry for atonement he seek from her. All he could taste was the iron in his mouth, fleetingly feeling a small hand softly touched his forehead, and that sweet murmur of hers, assuring him that’s everything’s all right, speaking to his unhearing ears “it’s over. Now, you’re free.”

Notes: Background text on the drawing is the lyric for Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish.

Holy Terrain.

“I always like the saints that were a little bad, too”

dark doom honey (I follow you) by Leggies

He’s a god of war, an architect of madness and blood bath, a rabid beast.

She’s a daughter of harsh land, a tinkerer for compassion and harmony, a pragmatic dreamer.

He’s her loyal devotee, she’s his light of salvation.

Highly inspired by emperoxgrayland’s The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine. I come for Reylo, stay for and stuck imagining behind the scenes Gingerrose.

Inspired by @bafflersystem ‘s prompt did about Rose and Hux in Covid19 quarantine. So short and cute and I love it, it stuck in my head, might expand the AU and flesh it out more.

Edit: this dumbass uploaded the unfinished picture.

Soundly.

“When things went south and you’re too tired to fight, sometimes all what you need is to sleep, preferably in your beloved’s arm.” Someone told Rose that piece of advice a lifetime ago, when she was too young to understand, way before she and her sister joined The Resistance.

Then the war is over and all that’s left was the cleanup and rebuilding the galaxy that was in ruins. Never crossed her mind that she’d do the job with the man previously so obsessed in controlling it, many times through destruction and unnecessary sacrifices. The man that was petty enough to turn his coat just because he was humiliated and stripped of things that he worked so hard for, all his life. Apparently, atonement was a side effect of his move, alongside the surge of new perspective he never think of.

Least in her mind that they’d care so much about each other after the quiet hours of pouring over data pads and planning, glances and personal enquiries turns into talks, talks turn into admiration and trust and soon it blooms softly into the kind of devotion neither has experienced.

Rose never really remember the advice verbatim, but when Rey show her a picture sketched of her and Armitage, leaning on each other by the wall behind the secluded door of the base, sleeping soundly after exhausted themselves over mission debriefing, Rose then understood.

[artist note: I can’t get the coloring of this piece right, have tried multiple time and so I decided to leave this as it is. I give you all the freedom to use this piece as a line art for fun coloring. Please tag me if you do so. Cheers!]

Star Wars x Harry Potter Headcanon

Order of Phoenix!Rose & Death Eater!Hux

Rose Tico is a cursebreaker for Gringotts by day, intel gatherer and spy handler for The Order of The Phoenix the rest of waking hour.

Armitage Hux is a wizengamot member, a Death Eater upper echelon, and later spy for The Order of The Phoenix.

[IRONFAM]

@shadowhunterscloset Sorry, it takes me sooo long to finish, real life interupted and all. I hope you like it. (And tell me if your guy finally agree on being Matt to your Rey at the upcoming con) Cheers

Darkside!Rey preparing for the day.

On the side note: apparently, Kylo Ren is not a “morning” person and a pillow hog.

*edited: I replace it with the better drawing than the last.

"My family goddamn kept this nation afloat from behind the screens, you won't see me undo that. Not now, not ever." Amlacita said with determination while facing the board of directors.

“I don’t assume you'd understand guilt.”