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Palace Guard. I noticed only now that I don’t have a genuine Kenner “Palace Blaster”. So execution of this “idea” showing Klaatu with his “actual” weapon (as opposed to the “vibro blade” he came with), can be done in a slightly unsatisfying (repro) way. Repro is good enough for me though as long as people keep selling genuine blasters for prices higher than the figures themselves 🙄 #starwars #actionfigures #kenner #klaatu #hammerhead #snaggletooth #greedo #reeyees #squidhead #jabbaspalace #tatooine #scumandvillainy #wretchedhiveofscumandvillainy #palaceblaster https://www.instagram.com/p/B2sQkGWINhG/?igshid=yidh5u2l42yc
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Smug Squidhead, thinks he’s on the winning team...
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There's Nowhere Like Home
Fandom: Dragon Age the Veilguard Pairing: Neve Gallus/Bellara Lutare Rating: Teen Summary: For Neve Gallus, Docktown held everything she needed: the Shadow Dragons, her detective agency, her friends. Hal’s fish fry and good music whenever Cida played. And for the last year, Bellara Lutare. But Bellara missed Arlathan more than she admitted. Thankfully, Neve always has a plan. Words: 2050 Additional Tags: Gift Fic, Rare Pairs, Fluff, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Romance/Love, Arlathan, D’Meta’s Crossing
Treat fic for @squid-head, thank you so much for participating! I hope you like the fic! <3
The sun was well above the horizon when Neve woke, blinking against the bright light. The window across from her bed was open, the curtains thrown wide to let in the sun’s rays. A breeze filled the room with a slight chill and she shivered slightly. Stretching her arms over her head, she yawned while trying to make sense of her surroundings, her mind still fuzzy after coming out of the deepest sleep she’d had in years. That fact alone should’ve immediately set off the warning bells, but Neve was comfortable beneath the warm blankets, inhaling the fresh air from the open window.
Mumbling, she turned and reached for the woman who slept beside her, only for her hand to touch an empty pillow. The cold sheets made Neve open her eyes again, finding the spot beside her vacant, and it had been for a while by the state of the blankets. With a frown, she moved from the warmth of her extremely comfortable bed, searching quickly for her prosthetic before her bare foot settled on the cold floor. Quickly slipping her actual foot into the single slipper waiting by the bedside table, she glanced around the bedroom again, her eyes trailing from the curtains to the vanity to the wardrobe, searching.
Bellara left little parts of herself in everything she touched.
Like the hair pins on the vanity and the windowsills, places where she could easily grab them and go. Or the harmless artifacts she’d leave randomly on whatever table she had access to. Her favorite spot was in the tiny office Neve rented when she was taking cases. Bellara loved to sit in the comfortable silence, tinkering with her finds, humming under her breath, her hair down around her shoulders, a waterfall of raven locks Neve loved to brush her fingers through.
Or the vellum where she scratched her fanfiction, left in random spots she didn’t expect Neve to find. The weirdest place had been the washroom linen bin, the folded sheets boasting some of the most enticing sex scenes she’d ever seen in a romance. The conversation that evening might have ended much more pleasurably than either of them had expected.
Still, it was unlike Bellara to wander off without a word. Then, Neve rarely slept deeply, so it’d never been an issue before.
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