{ Kneel before future rulers of this world }

'Come out, come out wherever you are, commander.' (Hunter) 'You will take a rightful place alongside my masters.' (Assassin) 'Come, allow yourself to be reclaimed, commander.' (Warlock)

[laitiel]

Xcom2: Mox and Elena

[amadnessa]

[valtsv]

character who is exactly My Type™️ of fave: exists

me:

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Happy New Year to all my fellow Commanders and Chosen lovers, I hope we stick together in the upcoming year and continue spreading peace and prosperity, love and adoration in our small circles.

Bless the Elders!

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[ When warlock opts to shoot you from the rifle then you know you are screwed ]

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Chosen text meme [part 4/?]

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давненько руки чесались что то подобное сделать. //// 

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Вика снова чешет свои клешни .//   когда нибудь сделаю что то нормальное   

[crazy-tea-lover]

Humanity’s last hope. Best of the best.

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WHEN GODS ELEVATED YOU BUT OVERDID IT A LITTLE

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PRIOR TO THAT

V holstered the pistol and started looking around for some sort of vehicle to carry the supplies back to the base. Her own strength would allow her to carry only two boxes and she couldn’t risk leaving them in the open like that. There! There was actually a very old and rusty cart sticking out of the bushes that was exactly what she needed. However, V basically froze on the spot when her ears had caught a familiar babbling. A very distinctive and bone-chilling babbling of those bound to the Elders. ADVENT.

V felt panic rising within as she hurriedly jumped into the tent and attempted to hide her presence. Maybe, just maybe they would merely pass by and not go inside the camp to investigate. She knew for sure if they find the Resistance supplies it will eventually lead them to the haven. And it would end up with not only the loss of some food, water and medications, but the loss of people too.

Yet just like she feared the babbling only grew more audible the more she sat still. She had to take action and somehow get rid of those guys. V gulped, forcing herself to cast aside the fear of her own possible death. She had faced the Hunter and stayed alive. She should long be past the stage of panic and fret. She was strong, she was skilled. She could handle it.

V had no idea how many of ADVENT soldiers there were exactly, but by the footsteps it didn’t sound like a big squad. Possibly, four or three units. If she took them by surprise, she could shoot at last one for sure. V moved along the tent’s side and noticed a piece of an officer’s armor. No stunlancers or shieldbrearers, which was a relief. Gathering all the courage she had V took aim at the open peck of skin at the neck and shot. Orange blood splattered, as the officer squealed, staggered and fell on the ground.

V felt her heart hammering inside, as she jumped out of the tent and ran to cover herself behind the boxes at the wall. She was obviously noticed and fired at by the other two ADVENT units. V yelped and moaned when the magnetic beam hit her in the leg, burning the flesh and almost causing her to fall flat on the face. Shit, it was bad. With a wounded leg she couldn’t really count on running and quickly changing cover.

Another beam hit the left side of the boxes and V thanked whatever Gods existed for the fact ADVENT’s aim was still far from perfect. She dared to peek out and found the two soldiers running towards her with a full intent to kill. Her breath hitched, as she hurriedly scurried towards the corner and took out a grenade with shaky hands. V activated and tossed it, hoping it would get rid of at least one of them. The deafening blast and a loud, awful scream confirmed that she hit her target. Well, more or less. The last soldiers still stood, his rifle aimed and ready to fire at her.

And then he dropped dead in a split second.

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[ There is no way I am celebrating the return of my account without a shitpost ]

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She is tense at first: body stiff and unmoving, hands uncomfortably clasped at the stomach and lips tightly set. V gulps at such daring intimacy, even though his hands do nothing more than press her back against his broad chest. She tries to convince herself she is letting him do this only because she is freezing and the radiator he has been tinkering with is as good as dead. Nothing more.

She shouldn’t think about the thin blanket almost falling off and his palms burning against the cold skin of her stomach. She shouldn’t shiver at feeling of his fingers slightly tugging the cloth to hold it in place. Ah. V stands there quietly, afraid he could use this situation somehow, but after two solid minutes she lets such fears go and leans into the soothing warmth of his body. Her hands even dare slide up against his arms, as if guiding him to hold her closer.

With one ear she hears the Hunter hum and a moment later he places his head on the top of hers. Just like Dallion used to back in the day, during the harsh nights of the winter. It rings home, it rings comfort and V imagines it is him, embracing her. Her features relax, and soon she smiles for the first time in those hellish days. Because of him.

“Thank you.”

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being a fan of your own ocs is frustrating because you literally have to rely on your own productivity for any content