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teehee happy sag season
#sagittarius#sagittarius season#astrology#astro community#astroblr#bdapublishing#book recs#bookblr#ice planet barbarians#outlander#bears protection#the dragons bride#indie author#indie books#rf kuang#arc of a scythe#pucking around#hockey romance#rule number five
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time travel au where liu qingge and shen qingqiu (yuan) end up accidentally traveling a decade back in time before luo binghe was amitted to qing jing peak and before shen qingqiu had his qi deviation, but after their generation has risen to peak lords.
which means, shen yuan realizes quickly, as they're accosted by said peak lords, that he will have to face shen jiu.
as they're being cleared for demonic energy and the likes, mu qingfang of course instantly detects the poison without a cure eating away at shen yuan's meridians. liu qingge pulls a copy of the treatment plan out of his sleeve (shen yuan blushes a bit, did liu qingge always keep that on hand?), and just like in the current timeline, they agree to keep it under wraps.
shen jiu tries various times to get a moment alone with shen yuan, but he never quite manages because liu qingge is there, who is also... nice?? to him?? for some reason?? shen jiu gets a bit flustered at the solemn politeness and skitters off.
it comes out pretty quickly that shen yuan has "memory loss", and thus can't remember anything that's currently taking place in this time. shen yuan expects scorn, hatred and disdain from shen jiu, expects to be grabbed and interrogated, to arouse suspicion.
but shen jiu looks....... sad???
being transported here threw shen yuan's qi off-balance (even liu qingge had to sit down, which means it's bad), and his cultivation is already so unstable, so when the peak lords are all squabbling and arguing and threatening and raising their voice, he can feel his body shut down. he sees yue qingyuan start to move towards him, which, knowing the future yue qingyuan, he really isn't up for right now—but before the sect leader can get to him someone else is at his back, transferring him qi, holding him up gently by his shoulders, then coaxing him up, leading him outside
shen yuan's been fed qi by every peak lord at least once. he doesn't recognize this one. that means it can only be one person.
he looks up. it's shen jiu.
and it's bizarre, getting fussed over by the scum villain, having gentle hands run along his back, his hair, that clear, soothing voice calming him down. and somehow shen jiu knows exactly what to do?? somehow it works perfectly on him?? it's almost as if shen jiu has known him his whole—
oh.
bodies, like homes, hold memories, even if the original occupants are no longer there. it's the milestone marks on the doorpost that chart a child's growth, blurry photographs faded by time, scuffed floors from well-walked paths, and tiny holes in the walls where pictures once hung.
shen jiu takes him to the bamboo house, pours him tea, and asks, calmly, what he remembers from their childhood.
it's not his childhood, so shen yuan doesn't actually remember anything, but the body he's in does. the memories it holds are emotional rather than visual; he remembers being alone, scared, and hungry. he remembers anger, pain. a dark room. loud voices. he remembers his heart skipping a beat when heavy boots stomp his way. the sound of a whip.
he doesn't have to lie. the memories aren't his own, and they're from long ago, which means shen jiu has them too. and, he supposes, this is his only chance to find out what really happened.
but shen jiu doesn't say anything about it. he just nods and stares, intensely. then he asks shen yuan if he remembers yue qingyuan. shen yuan says no, he doesn't. the conversation takes a very strange turn after that. shen yuan can't help but feel a little queasy when shen jiu asks him if yue qingyuan has taken advantage of his memory loss.
"has he come into your home? has he brought you gifts, sweets? does he invite you for tea? did you accept?"
he has. shen yuan doesn't know why that would be a problem, the sect leader has been nothing but kind and helpful and patient. and generous, too.
when he says yes shen jiu looks furious.
liu qingge (his one) comes to pick him up, and his time with shen jiu is cut short. somewhere he's glad, cuddling into liu qingge's back as he holds him while they fly. he feels a little bad for yue qingyuan, knowing he's probably caused a big fight, but it doesn't sit right with him. he wishes he knew what happened.
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liu qingge, meanwhile, is having the time of his life fighting himself. it's good practice!
#shen bros but its future and past but actually its shen jiu and shen yuan#shen jiu is angry that yue qingyuan keeps trying to get in knowing that sqq can't remember why they fell out btw#i love a protective shen jiu<3#hes still a hissy bitch to everyone else dont worry. i just think he should experience some self love#it would be a healing experience i think#to have him take care of a vulnerable version of himself#something something healing his inner kid#yue qingyuan tries to spoil the new xiao jiu too (he cant help it)#but shen jiu goes mama bear on him (growling biting mauling)#also shen yuan's closeness with liu qingge obvs starts a rumor that they're dating#so theres that too#svsss au#time travel au#svsss time travel au#shen yuan#shen jiu#shen qingqiu#liu qingge#yue qingyuan#shen bros#scum villain#scum villian’s self saving system
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by @/kristorey_ on twt. I got the artist's permission to repost.
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#bg3#art#halstarion#astarion#halsin#halsin x astarion#astarion x halsin#his bear is protecting him from cazador for real#memes
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ok ok ok last doodle for today but it was so important to me to draw these
#cass can grow a beak i just didn't want to draw it rn#she has varying degrees of harpy phases me thinks#is that because sometimes i would not want to draw bird legs? yeah#god the legs took me forever#anyways yeah#fav aunt and fan uncle duo#jason being protective of kids makes it even funnier when he's a big ass bear#jason: if you even look at my nephew ill kill you#dick: IM HIS DAD???#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#cassandra cain#jason todd#dick is there too#halloween au#halloween#doodles#harpy
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#Award Hugs
#I can't wait to keep adding to this#their hugs#love them#they deserve the world#protect them at all costs#the bear#ayo edebiri#jeremy allen white#sag awards#golden globes#critics choice#love#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney#sydney adamu#carmy berzatto#hug#hugs#hugging
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Mama Bear
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Budd Doe caught pushing the payload on hightower. instead of accepting his ban, jumps directly into the enemy teams sentry nest.
#mine burden to bear#context: this post is in witness protection and I'm posting it on behalf of other parties
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Sniper and Pauling besties (based on my TF2 x TLOU fic :])
They’re so
Read it here :)
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 fanart#tf2 sniper#miss pauling#bear’s art#digital art#artists on tumblr#love their dynamic#such a good duo#mlm and wlw solidarity#protective sniper#she’s annoyed lol#god I love them so much
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The earth ghouls (Earth, Pebble, Ivy, Mountain) seeing Phantom right after he's been summoned, all scrawny and thin, and promptly digging a comfortable nest under the roots of an ancient tree where they shove him in and spend weeks cuddling and feeding him until he looks healthy again.
#their protective instinct went 'THIS GHOUL IS STARVED MUST DOT ON HIM'#they're mama bears#earth ghoul#pebble ghoul#ivy ghoul#mountain ghoul#phantom ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost
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Prompt:
A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasn’t something Jason thought he’d ever have to worry about.
Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.
Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (“awe, Dickie, you do care”), they’ll try to find a different way (“shut up Bruce. Even you can’t concoct a cure in two hours”) and blame themselves (“fuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!”…. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, they’re gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.
And it’s fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. It’s fine.
Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.
Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (don’t ask him, he doesn’t know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.
Fuck.
#non traditional zombie au lol#prompts#the batfam couldn’t bear to shoot Jason#and in this case it worked out alright#now Jason is trying to find his family again#and make sure they don’t brain themselves by tripping over a rock#because obviously they can’t be trusted with the simplest of survival things#like shooting the infected group member jfc he’s too old for this shit#or young#anyway Jason has to juggle being a zombie and discreetly protecting his family from afar#and maybe also give them some heart attacks by play acting like the actual zombies#because f u Dick this is exactly what would have happened if I didn’t get the premium zombie upgrade!#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#red hood#tim drake#batman#Damian al ghul Damian wayne#Cassandra Cain#duke thomas#Stephanie brown#Alfred pennyworth
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Buddie + “Who did this?”
“Who did this?” Eddie’s voice is hard and icy in a way that's almost foreign to Buck. Almost, but not entirely. His eyes drop to where Eddie’s lips are pressed into a line, his jaw set, and memories of derailed trains and risky rescues and Abby flash in his mind.
Buck doesn’t have time to focus too much on that, though, because Eddie's closing the distance between them and taking Buck's chin in his hands. Everything else fades away until there’s nothing but the familiar warmth of Eddie’s gentle touch and the pleasant ache in Buck’s chest, the same one that blooms behind his ribs each time Eddie’s nearby.
Eddie touches him like he's something sacred, holds him like he's something precious.
“I–” Buck hesitates. It’s not that he wants to hide anything from Eddie, he just… he doesn’t want to worry him, is all.
It’s bad enough he has a fresh bruise blooming across his jaw, blues and purples swimming beneath swollen skin. Swollen skin that’s split in one spot, held together with a butterfly bandage that Hen insisted he actually needed, despite his protests and attempts at bargaining. Of course Eddie’s going to worry when he sees that.
And see that, he did. About three seconds after Buck walked through the door of Eddie’s house– no, not Eddie’s house. Their house. His lease on the loft had officially ended two weeks ago, but he’d been living at the Diaz house for the better part of the last four months, since the morning he woke up sleepy and cranky, grumbling about having to stop by the loft before their shift to get more clothes and Eddie had kissed the spot behind his ear and murmured, “What if you bring them all over?”
Buck had turned over in Eddie’s arms, suddenly wide awake. “E-Eddie.”
“Bring them all,” Eddie had said, bringing a hand up and tracing Buck’s birthmark with gentle, reverent touches. “And all your shoes, too. And the frying pan Bobby got you for Christmas two years ago that you said you want to be buried with. And the books on your coffee table and that plant you keep killing and honestly? Your mattress. It’s better than this one.”
“Eddie,” Buck had breathed, unable to get anything else out past the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat.
“Buck,” Eddie said simply. Buck would never tire of hearing his name on Eddie’s lips. “Stay.”
And Buck did.
This isn’t just Eddie’s house anymore, it’s their house. And a few minutes ago, when Buck got home, Eddie had come to the front door to greet him, just as he always did when he heard Buck’s key in the lock. He rounded the corner with a warm, easy smile, one that instantly fell the second his eyes landed on Buck. He had stepped forward, closing the distance between them and reaching for Buck’s bruised face with a gentle insistence that was still fond, even when laced in desperation.
Buck didn’t want to worry him any more than he already had. Plus, really, there’s nothing to worry about. Their last call of the shift had been to an overturned vehicle, and the driver was more than twice the legal limit and just as combative as he was plastered. Buck had tried to stop the guy from crawling out his window– Chim and Hen had wanted to get him on a backboard– but it was no use. The guy was out of the car and stumbling towards Buck with a fury in his eyes, accusing him of being the one to call the police. Buck was halfway through denying that claim when a fist flew at his face, pain exploding from his jaw as he reeled back, stumbling to the side as his hand flew to his face.
There’s a fire burning in Eddie’s eyes, dark and protective. But more than that, there’s a softness there, a gentleness hidden in the way Eddie’s eyebrows lift just slightly, his eyes wide and searching as he waits Buck out.
“Buck,” Eddie says finally, barely above a whisper. It’s a plea more than anything.
Six years of knowing Eddie and six months of dating him and Buck still folds like a cheap suit when Eddie looks at him like that. “It's nothing. Just a drunk idiot on our last call.”
Eddie makes a dissatisfied sound under his breath, running his fingers over the bruised skin with a touch so light and careful, it sets Buck’s heart on fire. “And this person was dealt with.” It’s not a question so much as it is a statement, one that speaks to his trust in the rest of the 118. His faith in them to have Buck's back, especially when he can't be the one to do it himself.
Buck nods the best he can with his chin still in Eddie’s hands. “Bobby,” he says, and it’s explanation enough. “And then Athena.”
Eddie hums, and Buck can tell that while the answer satisfies him, it’s not enough to chase away all of the concern that’s needling at him. Buck brings his hands up, curling his fingers around the warm skin of Eddie’s wrists. The steady beat of Eddie’s pulse beneath his fingertips is instantly grounding. And maybe just as much for Eddie, too, if the small sigh that falls from his lips is any indication.
“Baby,” Buck says softly. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Eddie’s voice is small when he answers, quiet and resigned in a way that splits Buck open just as much as Eddie’s words do. “I wasn’t there.”
Through no fault of his own. Christopher was running a fever the night before their shift started, and with Pepa out of town and Carla at Morongo again, Eddie had called out to stay home with him. Which he feels guilty about, if the resignation in his voice and the regret in his eyes are anything to go off of.
“You were exactly where you needed to be,” Buck reminds him.
Eddie lets out a small sigh. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Doesn’t mean I hate it any less, though.”
Buck shrugs. “Never expected you would.” A small smile tugs at his lips, and he ignores the way that even the slight motion sends a fresh wave of pain radiating across his jaw. “Chim says we’re ‘sickeningly codependent.’”
“Maybe,” Eddie admits, his thumb ghosting over Buck’s bottom lip. His gaze skates from Buck’s eyes to his lips, then back up again. Buck can see the moment Eddie hesitates, can see the flash of trepidation in his eye.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Buck assures him. “In fact,” he says, almost conspiratorially. “It could be what heals me.”
Eddie hums, a smile playing on his face. “Better give it a try, then.”
“Guess so.”
Eddie finally, finally kisses him, and it may not patch Buck’s skin back together or undo the broken blood vessels, but it chases away every last bit of the pain. It ebbs away until there’s nothing but Eddie. Nothing but the feel of Eddie’s fingers in his hair and Eddie’s lips on his, nothing but the way Eddie grins against Buck’s mouth and Buck feels good and right and whole. He feels like an unmoored ship who’s anchor’s just hit the sand, no longer adrift. Steady. Grounded. Safe.
He feels like he’s home.
After all, he is.
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#prompt game#my writing#once again five sentences turned into over a thousand words#whoops#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buck and eddie#buck x eddie#buddie fic#protective eddie diaz#i am still sitting on so many of these prompts so if i didn't get to yours yet just bear with me!!#i want to say sorry about it but i'm not going to because SOMEONE#*pointed stare at princessfbi*#will yell at me if i do
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Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.
“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.
And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-
“Are those kriffing hands?!”
In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -
- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.
Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”
“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.
“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.
Oh.
Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-
“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”
“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“
Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.
“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”
“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”
Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”
The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??
“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”
“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.
“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”
Awkward silence follows.
“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”
“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.
#sw tcw#commander fox#commander thorn#commander cody#captain rex#tcw fives#tcw echo#tcw jesse#tcw hardcase#tcw kix#tcw appo#fox is very annoyed by the news that he miscalculated sewer exits by two alleys#‘out of my way kote’ he says and drags thorn two alleys over#why didn’t he kill the narglatches you wonder? so does cody#cody. cody. sweet cody. am i sentient? asks fox. no? are the narglatches classified as protected animals? yes? then what the kriff#do you think they’ll do to the non sentient military weapon that murdered a pack of protected creatures in the middle of coruscant?#good talk#NO screams cody HORRIBLE TALK ACTUALLY. VERY BAD NO GOOD HORRIBLE TALK#you’re delirious from blood loss fox. your vitals are concerning fox. pah. tell me something i don’t know#i love you and am worried ahout you fox says cody#….motherkriffer whispers fox through tears#and that’s how cody and rex fix coruscant once they get fox to a medbay with bacta and recover from ‘their’ hangover#stabby not only sends them foxs full unredacted medical file but also speederload of handcuffs and industrial rope#to keep him contained he says with a smile#rex and cody slowly inch back#thorn is fine don’t worry <3#he does keep telling various people to shut up on the way to being fine tho#obi wan thinks it’s hilarious#anakin thinks it’s very confusing#no i don’t know what this is either bear with me i’m not sleeping lmao
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Lil late Golden Duo for FNAFiversary yaaaay 💛
#happy birthday crybaby and his emotional support demon!!! 🥳#there is no greater wrath than that of a pissed off little girl fr#i like to think she's one of those sassy mean little girls that hates boys but CC gets a pass cause he's “a wimp”#so she protects him a lot#however I headcanon that the Malice is all CC. his pain and hatred towards his life and death fueled by Cass's sheer aggression#she's the bite and teeth but his trauma is the thorn in the bear's foot that makes the bear lash out to begin with#anyway.#happy birthday fnaf#fnaf 10th anniversary#fnaf 10 year anniversary#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy's anniversary#fnaf crying child#fnaf cc#fnaf cassidy#fnaf golden freddy#fnaf golden duo#golden duo#fredbear#bear king draws
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Probably a silly question but what does “butches and bears protect what’s theirs” mean? :0
It isn't a silly question! The poll seems to indicate that only about 20% of respondents, at most, know the saying. I'm glad to explain & thank you for asking so nicely. :)
Historically speaking, butches and bears have often acted as community bouncers - protecting the community from external (and occasionally internal) threats. One of the other things I used to hear was that we didn't need cops at Pride because we have "butches and bears with baseball bats."
It is a statement both of our community protecting its own and policing its own, a more specific queer security rephrasing of "we take care of us." It's one of the reasons why one of my favorite pins is my @foxflightstudios Brass Knuckle Butch pin.
To be clear, because people have been kinda weird about this, this is a statement that's said, when it is said, by butches and bears about ourselves and with pride. The word "what" refers to groups of people and communities, which is why it is "what" and not "who," but if a butch or bear says it about you or a community with you are in, and that makes you uncomfortable, just, you know, ask to be excluded from that idea.
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#the bear#the bear fx#i love them you honor#faves#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney#sydney x carmen#sydney adamu#carmen x sydney#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#love#gif#gifs#gifset#jeremy allen white#ayo edebiri#their partnership is everything to me#protect them at all costs
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hc:
thinking about how Caterina may have had some hesitation on her end with Lucanis and a romanced Rook. after all, he is the new First Talon and that’s a heavy responsibility to carry. but Rook makes him happy. and she needs to make sure that that happiness is preserved.
thinking about how Caterina would pull Lucanis aside one day, realizing how much her grandson loves Rook, and explaining the importance of keeping them safe. and keeping his legacy safe.
Caterina, who lost most of her family due to the Crow civil war and infighting, all to gurantee house Dellamorte’s seat of power. and how she almost lost the rest of them.
Caterina, who explains that house Dellamorte must endure, but not at the expense of themselves.
#and Lucanis understands this ten fold#he’s already so protective#he can’t bear to lose what little he has left so he will protect it with his life#I’m sooOooooOooOOO unwell :’)#thinking about my Laena/Lucanis and I wanna frow up#lucanis dellamorte#rook x Lucanis#rookanis#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#da4 spoilers#datv spoilers#veilguard spoilers
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