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[a-s-levynn]

YES i've been a cosplayer. Like actually. Some of you already know by now. Behold my bestest creation:

@polteergeistt thank you for the excuse for me to share my greatest cosplay achievment

I never felt sexier in my entire life.

one work in progess pic under the cut and the link for my sideblog for the build, tho it is abandoned currently

hello there old apartment my beloved where i could smoke indoors

It was such a budget costume you have no idea. I think the entire thing was well under 100 euros, including the fake leather for the coat and all the paints and glue and even the hot air gun i bought specifically for this thing.

build blog: angryedgelord

It was 8 years ago so excuse my english if you look through it. It is beyond attrocious.

[missegyptiana]

remember when taylor unfollowed everyone on every social media app at the start of the rep era EXCEPT her fans on tumblr ;)

[aileuromania]

Rivals Prompts

@depizan asked: SWTOR: 8, 15 GW2: 6, 21

It’s taking a while, but I still intend to get all these done. To that end, here is the first of several prompts that hopefully will roll out over the next few days/weeks.

SWTOR 8 -  Happiest VS Saddest (part 1 - Happiest)

He didn’t know when it had happened.  

Once all he’d known was duty and honour, which later twisted into necessity and survival thanks to his decision to work for the Empire. It had been difficult to find the honour in a duty which required the assassination of innocents and the usage of fellow sentients as tools; one of many sacrifices Tareg’erai’nuruodo had to make in order to stay alive.

But now?

The familiar smell of hot engine grease filled the air as he regarded the legs sticking out from under the turbine. They shifted erratically, their owner grunting and swearing to himself as he tried to get into just the right position to reach the compressor - just as he had been for the last fifteen minutes or so.

Gerain was ostensibly there to assist the repairs, but had known ahead of time to bring a datapad with him. Kyr was never able to reach that particular spot without a lot of trial and error, and to judge by the fluent epithets in many languages flowing from the hunter, the choice to bring reading material had been a good one.

It was whilst he sat there that Gerain realised that he wasn’t reading. Instead, he’d been watching the legs wriggle and strain with a rising sense of warmth beyond that of the engine room. With a start he’d realised he was smiling, affection suffusing even his natural cool demeanour.

He was happy. When had that happened?

“Ger, stop giggling and get me the hydrospanner!”

Gerain started out as my usual sort of staid, noble character, hiding a lot of his emotions deep within his cool Chiss Agent exterior to the point even he wasn’t certain what he was feeling. His story arc became about loneliness, and so he might have easily ended up a depressed wreck had he realised what was going on in himself.

Yet he met Kyr, and long before they became lovers, he realised that here was a Chiss he wanted to befriend; who had the easy kind of friendliness - well, once the initial distrust of Gerain subsided, at least - that included and embraced all without expectation or reciprocation. Here was a life he wanted, far away from the careful politics of Imperial Intelligence, free from any responsibility except that you wished to take on.

Now that he’s with Kyr, he’s likely the happiest character I have.