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🚂💛🧡❤🧡💛 it's a love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! 💛

#the coemancer crew

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when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

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#dd2 medusa #dd2 #dragons dogma 2 #amazing shot

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The answer is however many show up outside the window he tosses food scraps of. I'm sure Astarion comes up with beautiful names for each of them but they're just called "cat" 85% of the time.

Bed time would be a real unbalanced situation during winter.

#du drow #astarion #this is adorable

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#dd2 #dragon’s dogma 2 #phaesus x arisen

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Just two thieves, having a stroll about town in the middle of the night... Nothing to see here.

My gratuitous headcanon is that when Olivia goes to the Nameless Village for the first time, Srail ends up personally training her in the tools of his trade. It's basically a lot of hot training montages (and cute 'life in the Nameless Village' scenes) in my head that increase in sexual tension and result in... well. Let's just say they have a really good partnership.

#dd2 #dragon's dogma 2 #srail #arisen x srail #Srail is babygirl

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Imagine that. You're Aragorn. You're Isildur's heir. You inspire loyalty wherever you go. All who know you love you. Your people will follow you into the gates of hell. You're a deadly and valiant soldier, yet your hands also have magical healing powers. You save Middle Earth and become a great and beloved king.

You're own creator still says you're not good enough for Eowyn

#lotr

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trove beetle I love you

#dd2 #dragon’s dogma 2 #such a good photo

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B.S.T - big sexy turian

#garrus vakarian #mass effect #my beloved alien space husband

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one minute youre normal and the next you remember geordi sees data as beautiful glowing light

#star trek tng

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#bg3 rolan #smash the freckles off him

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Time machine

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#cats #lmao oh no

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Death of Peace of Mind

A new Rokov fic just went live on ao3! It follows Rokov and what he was doing/feeling through Work-Life Balance as well as explores more of his dynamic and relationship with Delgado. It's got angst, it's got hurt & comfort, it's got fluff. It gets spicy. Little bit of everything!

Because of the spice it is rated Explicit. You can find the fic on ao3 by clicking here!

This fic will conclude the Tightrope series and from here on out Bella, Delgado, and Rokov shenanigans will be under a new series coming around at some point :)

a preview below the cut!

Del was approaching, an amber colored drink with ice in hand and his natural vainglorious smile. It was odd seeing him in loud red and orange floral swim trunks with his scars and ink of display instead of his usual garb. A realization that he’d likely never see him wear that Crimson Fleet armor again hit him; the old blue leather armor had been hanging in the master bedroom closet in the party house since the first day there. Rokov grinned back, subtly looking Del up and down with the keen awareness that the family watched from the side.   

“We saved you a seat,” Del said while motioning back at Bella, who watched from the shade in her little black bikini and big black-out sunglasses.  

“You knew he was coming?” Sophie popped up and looked at Del with as scandalized an expression that the five year old could muster, “and you didn’t tell me?”  

Del chuckled and closed the gap, leaning in and nuzzling Sophie, “it was a surprise.”  

“I wanted to know,” Sophie pouted.  

“Lo siento, mi conejita,” Del gave her cheek a kiss and motioned for Rokov to follow him, “come on, the shade will be much kinder on you in those dark colors. Tell me you brought lighter clothes for the rest of the stay.”  

“Sorry to say I did not go clothes shopping before I left,” Rokov said as they joined Bella in the shade. He could feel the eyes of the Delgado clan on him and it made the hair on his neck stand on end.  

“Mi osito, you’ll cook like that,” Del teased while tugging on the topmost buttoned button on Rokov’s shirt, “you can’t sit on the beach like that.”  

Rokov raised his eyebrows, his eyes darting around to communicate the prying eyes of the many guests at the resort. It was drama enough for them to be there at all, the last thing they needed was his ink making the pearl clutching guests complain. He knew from his time working for Trident how quickly those with credits to burn would complain over anything that made them nervous.  

Del ticked his tongue and waved off the wordless concern, the ice in his glass clinking as he motioned to his own shirtless torso and his collection of scars and tattoos, “you’ll be fine.”

#starfield fanfiction #crimson fleet #Evgeny Rokov #starfield Delgado #atonalginger writes #I'm very excited for this as soon as i have time to read the whole thing 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕

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Snippet Sunday

It appears that Goose here is reading from a different fandom today: Fallout 4! I've been playing FO4 more recently and got the itch to write in the world again.

Thanks for the reminder, @therealgchu!

First bit follows follows the intro to the game with my Sole Survivor, Dawn.

Dawn thought her troubles were over. Her older sister, Nora, had completed law school and passed the bar first try. Her husband, Nate, was home from his tour in Alaska. They’d scored that nice new home in Sanctuary Hills on the outskirts of Boston and had a bouncing bundle of joy, Shaun. Living with them meant no longer having to listen to their mother nag her over not having a steady job and downplaying her military service to everyone in earshot. Instead Nate was trying to help her by talking with some of his old war buddies to see if anyone needed workers with her keen senses. Codsworth, the Mr. Handy Nate bought to help around the house, meant Dawn wasn’t stuck playing maid and nanny for them. Things were finally looking up.

Then that damn news broadcast started. Nora was downtown when the news hit that bombs had been dropped over several major cities. She called the house, yelling for Nate to take Dawn to the vault with him, to lie, to save her sister, before hanging up the phone. He didn’t argue, dragging her up the dirt path with Shaun in his arm, claiming she was Nora Melnik, and then hurrying to the elevator for the vault.

Dawn didn’t want to go. Nate dragged her because she tried to get away from him, to run for cover elsewhere. She knew one of his neighbors had a root cellar and wanted to try her luck getting let in there over getting trapped in a vault. Every time one of those damned advertisements played it made her skin crawl. Could never quite put her finger on why, only that it sounded too good to be true. How could they guarantee people would get inside in time? Wasn’t it convenient that every ‘lucky’ resident for vault 111 lived in Sanctuary Hills?

As the elevator dropped and the shield door slammed shut Dawn felt her stomach hit the bottom of the shaft. She swore she could feel the heat from the blast and everyone heard the deafening boom as they raced for the bottom. Nora was downtown. There was no way she made it to safety in time. Her sister was gone.

Nate calmed Shaun and stopped Dawn before they ascended the stairs to enter the vault proper, “I know what your thinking and stop.”

“This wasn’t my place,” she whispered back, “this isn’t fair.”

“It’s what she wanted,” Nate reminded her, “she took time to call.”

“Would you have left me with Codsworth?”

“No,” Nate shook his head, “I would have thrown you over my shoulder if I had to…”

“No wonder she calls you Grognak,” Dawn shook her head.

“All right everyone,” one of the lab coat wearing employees called out, “I know everyone is overwhelmed but if you could please make your way into the vault so we can get everyone acclimated and ready to descend further, it would be greatly appreciated.”

“Further down?” Dawn asked the employee, “How far down is the actual vault?”

“A few more levels,” the lab coat said with some hesitation, “first everyone needs to get changed and cleansed of any radiation you might have sustained on your journey down.

Dawn did her best to hide her reaction. None of that made sense. That wasn’t how radiation worked, for one. For another, his hesitation spoke volumes; this man wasn’t prepared for such questions, he was prepared for civilians too overwhelmed to speak. She glanced to Nate as they approached the metal steps and motioned for him to lean in. Once he did she whispered low enough that only they could here,

“something is wrong.”

“Gut feeling or…”

“I’ve met cagey fuckers like him before, during my service, and his type can’t be trusted. Something is wrong.”

Nate nodded and looked to Shaun, “noted.”

They made their way through the scanners and accepted their vault suits, which looked ridiculously tight compared the ones seen in the ads and commercials. As she slipped it on, leaving her street clothes in the changing room as instructed, she noted they were skin tight, with sensors places around the body. She’d worn something similar under her BDUs and field disguises alike, as a way for her handler to check her vitals. There was no reason for those sensors to be in a daily wear jumpsuit in the vault.

She met up with Nate and Shaun in a room at the end of the hall lined with large pods. Everyone was being instructed to climb inside before heading deeper into the vault. She wanted to talk to her brother-in-law once more but the lab coats all but forbade it, nearly shoving her into her pod. Every part of her brain screamed to run but there was no where to go and even if she managed to reverse the lift and go back to the surface, there was nothing to go back to anymore.

As the edges of the small window on the door of the pod began to freeze and her body started to succumb to the cold and sudden need for sleep she had a fleeting thought: This is wrong.

#fallout 4 fanfic #The Coemancer Crew #fun twist on the Sole Survivor standard

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Shaun is never escaping those “I fucked your mom” jokes

#fallout 4 #he deserves it #hancock fo4

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#fallout #it do be like that

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heidiwranglescats

#cats #the names all fit them 😭💕💕💕