#(( gorls! ))

[bl00dy0rchid]

And last and least.... Slime lesbians

They're too sweet.... I can't...

Sunita is so cute <333

[crybabyjets]

smol gf can, and should, kick tol gf's ass (with love).

[ingevr]

Sometimes I scour stock photo sites and use whatever I dig up as reference to draw ocs

[dahlingplease]

[Image description: A pencil drawing of Pony Tsunori and Tsuyu Asui holding hands. Pony leans in and is wearing a jacket with a open mouth smile, while Tsuyu winks and smiles back wearing a collared shirt. Tsuyu has freckles, and Pony has a small and short horse like snout. They have small hearts near the top of their heads. End image description.]

Animal quirk friends! Or,, girlfriends...?

[hythlodaes]

i’ve been looking for an excuse to get into a scrap. 

[ thalia & luna belong to @micaldisciple & @buffkreia ]

[positive-lesbian-vibes]

♡Me and my pastel gorl for lesbian day♡

[solucetus]

Something golden caught her eye.

Nanna turned instinctively, only to find herself momentarily arrested by the sight before her. The resemblance was never exact—how could it be?—yet there was always something startling about encountering Citrinne unexpectedly. Pale hair, bright features, the feather nestled amongst gold. Like glimpsing a reflection in a window only to realize it belonged to someone else entirely.

"Hehe..."

The laugh escaped before she could stop it.

"Are you Citrinne? Your family has been looking all over for you...!"

“Oh,” the sound escapes her before she can stop it. 

Blonde curls, the feather, nearly the same height. It’s like looking into a mirror. Other people from different countries are here and they sure existed if the rings were any indication. Putting that aside, a doppleganger, stranger things have happened. Citrinne admits that hers has great taste in accessories. 

The mention of her family being here and actively searching for her warms her chest and paints a small smile on her face. Now she really is a mirror of the woman that stood before her. If she knew Citrinne’s name then they must have mistook this woman for her. A little disappointing she admits, it’s like mixing taupe with beige, similar, but not quite the same. She would get onto their case later for that.

“Have they? Thank you for that…” she pauses. “And what is your name? We clearly share similar interests in matters of taste, so I have a feeling we’ll get along.”