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Finally got to shoot my Percy cosplay from Legend of Vox Machina on location! (Photos also by me)

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Oh thank gods 🙏😭

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From Critical Role C3EP113

Robbie tries to romance Liam, yet again

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Vox Machina: We have brought this man with 0 game or social skills with us to help

Lieve'tel, grabbing Bertrand and Cerkonos by the collar: Thank you, he's mine now

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The wings give an extra lift

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Please, please, the coffee, number 48. (Having Citadel DLC flashbacks)

Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”

48. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

A few minutes after Shepard gets home, the coffee pot starts running. Kaidan glances towards the kitchen from his spot on the couch with mild curiosity and a pinch of disappointment. Rare for Shepard to get back and not drop in for a hello before getting caught up in something else. Also a surprise that he’s still on his feet. He’s been gone since breakfast, dinner’s not far off and his bad hip just doesn’t last that long.

He almost gets up to go into the kitchen and investigate. Instead he sulks and goes back to his book. He might be a little grumpier about the missing hello kiss than he’d like to let on.

A few minutes later Shepard finally appears and sets a mug of coffee on the side table next to Kaidan’s arm. Kaidan looks at the mug, then looks up at Shepard. Shepard crosses his arms and shifts his weight to his left foot.

“What’s this?” Kaidan asks.

“I brought you coffee.”

Kaidan peers suspiciously into the mug. “Why did you bring me coffee?”

“You like coffee.”

“Did you make the coffee?”

Shepard makes the face he makes when he’d rather make another face but is trying to be patient. “Yes. I made the coffee.”

“Which brings us back to…why did you bring me coffee?”

Shepard sighs in exasperation as he picks up the mug and forcibly hands it to him. “It’s not me coffee, it’s you coffee.”

Kaidan inspects it one more time. “Is there cream in this?”

“Yes.”

“You never put cream in coffee.”

“Yeah, when I drink it. I made it for you.”

“Why?” Kaidan demands.

Shepard throws his hands up. “Why can’t I just make you coffee?”

“Because it’s four in the afternoon, and you never make me coffee. In fact, you take great joy in pointing out all the ways I drink coffee wrong, even though everyone you have ever met has taken away your coffee pot privileges.”

“You let me make coffee.”

“Yeah, because I love you, and we have a pact that you will never inflict your interpretation of coffee on me.”

Shepard’s eyes narrow. “How much do you love me.”

“What did you do.”

“Nothing!”

“What did you do.”

He grins. “I brought you coffee.”

“Sam—”

Shepard clears his throat, drops his chin and fidgets with his hands. “I also might have come back from town with something that wasn’t on the list.”

A million different scenarios run through Kaidan’s mind. Shepard had gone out to drop off a few cartons of the Cortland apples to the distributor, with plans to stop for feed, fertilizer, and some lumber to fix the fence where Echo had popped a board off because the grass on the other side looked more appetizing. That leaves a lot of room for error.

“Please tell me you didn’t come back with another horse.”

Shepard brightens. “No. Not a horse. See? It’s not that bad.” He offers a hand to pull Kaidan up off the couch, which Kaidan takes warily. Shepard grimaces as he bears Kaidan’s weight to haul him to his feet, but when the pain passes his expression becomes a font of hope. He hands Kaidan the mug. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

The crazy thing is, the coffee is good.

“Do you mean to tell me that all this time you’ve been perfectly capable of making a cup of coffee that doesn’t taste like motor oil?” he complains as Shepard leads him towards the barn, the hand not holding the mug firmly clasped in his.

“I’m keeping the mystery alive,” Shepard replies.

“You’re sure you didn’t come back with a horse,” Kaidan says skeptically as they walk past Echo’s stall to the empty one beside it. Except, it’s not empty.

A dog looks up at him from inside, floppy ears rising at the sight of Kaidan’s face.

“Not a horse,” Shepard declares.

A curved, shaggy tail wags hopefully. The dog is ash grey all over save for a splash of white on the paws and a streak down the belly that looks like a swipe of paint.

“You got a dog?” Kaidan asks, not sure yet if he’s surprised, irritated or disappointed he didn’t get to help pick it out.

“I didn’t get one,” Shepard says carefully. “More like, she started following me around at the feed store and refused to take no for an answer. She chased the skycar for half a mile on three legs before I stopped and let her in.”

One of her hind legs – the right one – cocks to the side at an odd angle. When she moves toward the door, wagging her tail more insistently now, Kaidan spots a knotted scar runs that runs from her haunch down to her hock.

Shepard opens up the stall door just enough to slip inside. He crouches down and offers a hand – the equine therapy has at least helped him develop an instinct for animals – letting the dog sniff his fingers. After a moment she licks his palm.

“Good dog,” he coos, scritching an ear.

Kaidan rests his arms against the stall door, subtle smile spreading across his face. “So we have a dog now, huh?”

Shepard flashes him a guilty look. “Depends. How good is the coffee?”

Kaidan chuckles and takes a sip. “Pretty good, actually. Does she have a name? Do you know anything about her?”

“Guy at the feed store says she’s been wandering around for a month or so. They’ve been giving her scraps. No one’s come looking for her. She’s friendly, just a little shy.”

“Likes you, though.”

Shepard grins. “So do you. See? You already have something in common.”

To hell with coffee. Kaidan’s powerless against that grin and always has been. “We should find a vet. Get her checked out. And we’ll need some food. Supplies.”

Shepard takes a deep breath.

“You already got stuff, didn’t you,” Kaidan says with a sigh.

“Maybe? Good coffee, right?”

Kaidan laughs, joins him in the stall and sits down against the wall, hand extended. The dog approaches, carefully, but not fearfully, tail wagging steadily.

“Haven’t had a dog since I was a kid,” Kaidan murmurs.

Shepard moves to sit beside him, sticking his right leg out with a grunt.

“You two also have something in common it seems,” Kaidan says with a raised eyebrow.

“Her scar is a lot more badass than mine.”

The dog, apparently convinced she’s in good hands, curls up at their feet and puts her head on her paws.

“She’s quiet,” Kaidan observes.

“She’s had a long day,” Shepard replies.

“More than one, from the looks of it.” Kaidan peers down at her, ruffles her ears. “Looks like you need a break, huh? Somewhere good and warm to sleep.”

She whines, wriggles a little closer to give him easier access for petting.

Shepard runs fingers through her fur, then hooks an arm around Kaidan’s waist. “So it’s okay? We can keep her?”

“Name one time I have ever been able to resist you.”

He considers this. “So you’re saying I wasted the coffee ace I had up my sleeve.”

Kaidan takes another sip. “Oh, no. I’m putting this newfound knowledge to good use. You’re fucked, Sam. You don’t know it yet but you’re going to spoil me rotten.”

Shepard nuzzles his neck. “Don’t mind spoiling you. Even if your taste in coffee is atrocious.”

The dog gets back to her feet, nosing at them curiously. Shepard rubs her head.

“So what should we name her?” Kaidan asks as the dog flops down and rolls onto her back, legs sticking out in all directions.

Ok. Definitely friendly.

Shepard tilts his head. “Mako.”

Kaidan groans. “Fuck your tank.”

“I loved that tank. And besides, she runs like it drove.”

Kaidan laughs and rubs the dog’s belly. “Ok. Mako, then. But she’s not sleeping in our bed.”

“Deal.”

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Two weeks later, Kaidan wakes up to the sun streaming through blinds they’d forgotten to close the night before. He squints, grumbles, and rolls over into a wall of grey fur. Mako cranes her head to look at him, eyes wary as she gauges how long she’s going to be allowed to keep her spot.

“Why are you here,” Kaidan grumbles. “This is not the kind of cuddling I had in mind.”

She licks his nose.

“Sam,” Kaidan complains.

When Shepard replies it’s not from his side of the bed but the doorway, where he stands holding Kaidan’s favorite mug.

“I made you coffee,” he says with a grin.  

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mshenko is so good but god i wish we could have gotten mshep/garrus too ;_;

we were robbed of the best romance option

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kaidan learned to hold on tight

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Headcanon Wednesday - 1600

I have a lot of headcanon about Joker and Dr. Chakwas that hasn’t made it into any of my fic. They have a relationship that I really admire, and I wanted to give it it’s due. So here, have a story! (Sorry - it got longer than I expected, mobile users, I’m sorry!)

1600

The first time Joker winds up in Dr. Chakwas’ sickbay, it’s because of a broken toe. He’s put off seeing her for as long as he can, but the Normandy’s goddamned stairs finally get the better of him. Addison Chase finds him halfway between decks with one white-knuckled hand on the railing and a runaway crutch standing on end near the bottom of the steps. A red-hot blush creeps up his neck as she helps him the rest of the way down, escorting him to the medbay without a word.

To Joker, doctors are a dime a dozen. Within minutes he usually knows everything he needs to about them. He’s either a science project or an inconvenient problem, with little middle ground between the two. He’s not sure yet what side of the scale this one’s going to fall on, but he also doesn’t care.

Dr. Chakwas looks too perfect, too sterile, her accent too British. She holds her slender arms across her chest, chalk-white hair tucked neatly behind her ear. She’s more of an asari matriarch than most asari matriarchs. Joker doubts she’s ever heard of dirt, and certainly wouldn’t know what to do with it if she found some.

The subtle age lines of her otherwise smooth complexion deepen with mild reproach. “Why in the devil did you wait this long to see me?”

“I was waiting for the inevitable harassment,” he replies.

“I don’t enjoy harassing uncooperative patients.” She uncrosses her arms and digs through a supply cabinet for an imaging scanner. “You can’t help people who won’t help themselves, so I’ll save my efforts for those who don’t actively try and sabotage their health.” 

Joker raises an eyebrow, trying to ignore the throbbing in his toe. At the very least, this is not how his first conversations with a new doctor usually go. “And how do you know I’m uncooperative?”

Gently she cups his heel with her hand and raises his foot, sliding off his boot and running the scanner across his toes. “I have read your file, Mr. Moreau. You’ve left a litany of disgruntled physicians in your wake.  In fact, Captain Anderson personally warned me you’d be a chore.”

“And I thought I’d won him over with my wit and charm.”

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'I carry a lot of sins, like you do.' 'Not anywhere like I do.' 'Don't be so sure.' 'I'm pretty sure, young man.'

commission for @nyarlie, who requested an illustration of one of the most wizard moments of campaign 2 ever 😏 featuring a clean-shaven dirt wizard, which was very fun to paint! i don't draw Caleb without his signature scruff often, but he definitely makes such a handsome lad 🤭 this scene is one of my favorite for the way it characterizes both Caleb and Essek, and i was very happy to rewatch it several times as i worked on this painting.

the way i picture the ninth floor of Caleb's tower (and the space "inside" the beacons) might be a bit unconventional, but i am very much in love with the initial soft gray and starry imagery of dunamancy we had in c2, so it was a special treat for me to be allowed the creative freedom to paint it as such. thank you for commissioning me 💜

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dating meshi

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what even is a crush

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Mirroring ✋

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“Oh, it all makes sense now brother. Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?”

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Ekko: We need a distraction.

Caitlyn: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Jinx, whispering: My time has come.

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Arcane: Season 2 | Official Trailer Time to turn things upside down. Arcane Season 2 Official Trailer, premiering on September 5 at 6am PT.