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ianthedebonair · 11 months
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Just your average day at the Los Diablos Ranger's HQ pantry
A little bonus:
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calnexin · 1 year
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What an ice queen am I right 🥴
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honeyglas · 8 months
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Compressed flesh, bone–deep bruises blooming under tough, silver skin.
After all, this is not even your body.
ORRR Lady Argent myyyy beloved. ❤️
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crownleys · 1 year
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 Your hair must be messed up from being in the helmet for this long. Sweat is beading on your forehead, and you can feel the red lines where the padding has pressed into your skin.
And you're smiling.
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redborowski · 1 year
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Brief moment of respite…
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swordtit · 4 months
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may i offer you a silly argentstep au in these trying times
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yon3arts · 1 year
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@ltrizzo said:
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Well, they are now!
A bit of an anime-esque style for fun
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kittlesandbugs · 21 days
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FHR: Pulse points Pairing: Sidestep/Lady Argent Warnings: Canon-typical hints at self-harm/suicidal thoughts, nothing explicitly depicting Word Count: 694 Prompt: Prompt from @mihqorio for Riley/Argent and hands on/at wrists
Curiosity bubbles to the surface of Argent's mind as you take the silver hand draped across your chest in yours and examine it in the golden light cast down from the ceiling lamp. Pillowed in her lap, your eyes dart up to hers, and she doesn't seem to mind. Wants to know what you're doing, what you think, as you examine the flawless mirrored skin. As you wiggle her fingers, playing with the joints that all seem to function normally. As your fingertips explore hers, her nails soft and safe right now. 
"Having fun…?" she asks, her voice tinged with a slight edge, but she doesn't pull away. 
"Mhmm," you hum, tracing back to her wrist again, your original thought unsatisfied. You can't tell where she ends and the nanovores begin. Not at all. But you don't want to tell her that. Or ask and pry. You aren't sure how she'd take that kind of scrutiny. You know you’d hate it if it was directed at you and your tattoos.  So you keep your nosy intrusions to yourself. Instead you press your lips to her where her pulse should flutter and come away unscathed this time. "Beautiful," you offer instead, earnestly, truthfully. 
You think she'd blush if she could. You feel a little ripple of heat and embarrassment dance across the surface of her thoughts, but you dive no deeper. 
She scoffs and takes your hand in hers, just as gently, and mimics your examination under the light. The skin is dry and a little cracked. A little worn with age. Not as much as Ortega’s. You feel her tracing every little scar. Some are from tinkering, because you hate wearing gloves and knick yourself. Some are from going through a window and landing on the glass. You'd prefer not to think about those, but it's difficult under her curious scrutiny. She traces the chipped nails and fine lines, and you aren't sure how much texture she actually feels. 
Eventually the exploration makes it down to your wrist. To the lines that can't be attributed to accident or the incidence of living. You feel something roiling under the surface of her thoughts as her lips purse and her thumb traces the very old and very ugly scar running parallel to your pulse. 
"That was where the tracking chip was," you offer, because you know what the scar looks like. You may have hurt yourself in the past, when you were trapped in the lab, but you've never went so far as that. "I had to cut it out the first time I escaped.  It was… not planned. Things got a little messy." Armed with only a razor blade, adrenaline, and a vague notion of where it was, it was definitely not your cleanest work. But it still is one of your proudest. 
"Just a little," she says with a huff of an amused laugh, and you feel her anxiety released with your admission. Your easy answer makes want to her push a little further, to see what other secrets she can sneak a peek at. "Where's the second one?" she asks, eyes darting to your left wrist that’s bare of the same scar.
"... There isn't one," you admit quietly after a moment's hesitation. "I wasn't supposed to ever leave the lab again. No need for it."
You feel a brief stab of regret for the question. She brings your wrist to her soft cool lips and kisses the scar. A quiet apology. 
As your pulse quivers against her mouth, you feel an edged shiver running through both of you, and you aren’t sure where it started. You both know it wouldn't take much at all to knick the skin. To indulge the little ants swarming her thoughts at the scent of blood so close to the surface. But if it wasn't for your telepathy, you'd never realize the intrusive thoughts teeming inside her skull.  Her placid expression gives none of it away as she places your hand back on your chest. 
"What do you want to watch today?" she asks instead, swallowing down the instinct that isn't hers with a bite of chocolate doughnut.
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stormyravenposts · 1 year
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The kissing advice is loosely based on the post that fictional characters ask for help to kiss taller partners. Argent will definitely choose to kick shin, but Skye is a good fighter, and they will end up dancing around each other. ;D
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disastersteps · 8 months
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c-ch-cheshire times!
been a while since i brought this other step i had back... so i decide to redraw her armor!
her name is royce r. becker, shes pansexual, known as Cheshire, shes the opposite of anita so shes all happy little shit that want to cause chaos like a bastard cat would do- and ofc! she is romancing lady argent aka-
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anyway its also a redraw of roys armor when she was known as scoundrel (note: the old drawing is a gif so a little bit of flashing warning!):
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spacelimbo · 1 year
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reporting live from the millennial span bridge. the girls are fight- THE GIRLS ARE KISSING?!??!
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ianthedebonair · 3 months
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Choose your fighter.
(Saw this meme on twitter and did what I had to do. Individual frames below the cut.)
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calnexin · 1 year
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when you romance argent and then do the villain reveal at the end
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aro-ortega · 4 months
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listen. chargestep are pitch matesprits. steelstep is flushed moirails. flystep are pale matesprits. argentstep is a pure kismesitude. MAYBE flushed kismesies. do you understand.
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crownleys · 1 year
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I'm sure Charley will get her cape back at some point... until then, flirting.
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redborowski · 1 year
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Lady Argent is asking you out on a date
Yes of course - is the only correct answer btw
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