huh?! HUUUUHH? LOOK AT THOSE AWESOME BRACELETS?? did you guys notice what those are?? 8^D
YESSSSS IT’S DALE AND DANSE’S BRACELETS!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!
THOSE ARE MADE BY AMAZING @val-rampage !!!! IT’S SO THOUGHTFUL AND SO SWEET…!!! OH I CAN’T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THIS..!! 8′’D I wore those all day yesterday.. and also today lol X’’D
I’m UBERGLAD you like them >///<!!
And I’m also glad you got it all and all undamaged, it was a fuckin’ odyssey X°°°D
@charomiami and I had a play date in Azeroth last night. We both were allowed in the World of Warcraft expansion alpha thingie. We played beastmaster hunters. My Gnome and her Void Elf and many, many animals. All in all, it’s WoW but the opening Alliance scenario kicked some butt. She asked me what I liked best and of course, it was hanging out with her! ❤
It’s true. I snuck into WoW. SOOOO many quests and the *AWESOME CUTSCENE* text was, well, Awesome lol! Thanks @helloaschefire for checking it out with me!❤️
So yeah this started off with me wanting a Minutemen hoodie, buuuuut I couldn’t really find a design I wanted after hours of searching… Then I realised I’m an artist and made my own😅
This is a Ko-fi thank you fic for @charomiami and @helloaschefire – I’ll do up one more for you tomorrow at the latest! ❤
Minutes felt like days when Johan was
away from the Castle. Valentina did her best to stay busy,
distracting herself with organization, target practice, rearranging
stores for the hundredth time in the name of efficiency – but
nothing truly kept her mind from dancing into dark places. Flickers
of her General under the heel of a Behemoth, or torn to innumerable
bits by the unrelenting arms of an assaultron, or – no, she knew
he’d come back. Johan always came back.
It was no better for Johan in the
field. The Castle was as well-fortified as any settlement could be –
perhaps the safest place in the Commonwealth. But what if the
Minutemen missed a nest of Mirelurk eggs? What if another Queen rose
from the depths to reclaim her dead sister’s territory? Johan
growled under his breath, forcing himself to focus on the task at
hand. Valentina was no quivering violet – she was far tougher than
she appeared, a crack shot, able to pick off feral ghouls without
spoiling her makeup. But those comforting thoughts did little to
offset his worry.
So when Johan finally returned to the
Castle, there was only one place he wanted to go. He barely got the
door of the room he shared with Valentina open before she pounced
into his arms, holding on like he was the last piece of solid ground
in the world, and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Clothes
flew, buttons exploded, boots tripped over and cursed at, colliding
against the opposite wall with a purpose. All was right – all was
as it should be. And hours passed in hazy bliss before they were
finally able to speak:
CharoMiami 