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It feels genuinely impossible to describe to anyone who doesn't have autism-ADHD complex just how destructive having An Appointment is to my ability to do anything useful

two day till kot sun rotation increments

huge soft heavy boobs irl

baps you with my paws

The rings are plain steel. The letters now filled with a gold-ish inlay, to better show their detail. A memento of the past, and a promise to the future. It aint always perfect, nor smooth, but they make do, and face the challenges ahead together.

They found her. Not much left after the scuttling charges, but the important thing is there; the pilot's visor and upper survival pod. Notches carved into the steel. And beneath them, their old callsigns.

Punched crudely in letters a quarter inch high. The hound brandishes a cutter.

An exchange of collar and leash. Surprisingly enough, it's the hound who surprises her handler by popping the question. Before the ceremony, they drive out to a patch of flowering scrubland on which a private scrapyard sits, in hopes of finding a ring.

Amongst old military parts.

What starts as a mutual expression of grief becomes a companionship that is unlike their prior experiences. They learn about each other in ways that were never possible in platoon. The hound even flips their dynamic when the handler struggles with self doubt, and a year later...

The handler had missed the way her hound looked at her, on the lonely nights before engagements. The hound, in return, had missed the routine, the dynamic, the not-having-to-human. What had been intended as a final goodbye and closure turning into mutual hope. The dynamic is different. new. exciting

A few hours later, they're curled up on a couch, crying into each other. The initial wary scrutiny having softened after terse confirmations of the past being the past,of no ulterior motive. Of hearing each other's descent to normal society.

They both had struggled.

Boundaries are made. Dates set.

A flash of uncertainty - was reopening old wounds truly a good idea?

Only for, after the initial tense silence, the former hound to grab and pull her inside, searching for her intentions.

Training is a two way street, and with a decade of reflection, the former hound can read her like a book.

re: last few reskeets

mechsploited yuri couple get together ten years after the war ends but the handler has been Going To Therapy and wants to give closure and apologise for fraternising, surely unhealthily, in service... only to feel her heart race at seeing her former hound opening the door.

I do very much enjoy your stuff, I just always seem to get hung up on the darker aspects of it ^_^'

Definitely not yucking any yums though, I just need to remind myself that it's fiction and enjoy the lovely mechaploitation yuri XD

On the one hand it's like "I do not like some of the coding here" and on the other hand I'd be the kind of pilot that bursts into tears like "oh thank GOD your here handler being a person SUCKS I have to figure out EVERYTHING but I'm just a dang dog!!!!" ^_^'

Former CO showing up to an ex-specops guy's remote cabin via helicopter going 'one last job' but the job is walkies

Showing up in the dead of night, breezing past you with no hesitation. You, and by extension your belongings are Hers once more. You try to protest, but the words die on your lips. In wartime she was your handler—demobilization set you free from her. She's back to claim her toy

do yourself a favor folks, if you're 26 or younger, make a plan to dodge the draft. it's not making the problem about you -- the child you don't go overseas to kill will thank you for it in fact. and if it doesn't come to pass, better to have a plan and not need it than need it and not have it

picks up picks up picks up drinks picks up p

My new safeword.

Bottle of whisky shaped like a woman's torso with a velvet dress and a wide brimmed hat on the stopper

At the Whiskey Experience in Edinburough.

Nice try, TF trigger.

Slowblinks at you with my big wet eyes

i fucking adore the sheer *ham* in the delivery on benny's lines when faced with someone that took the black widow perk and got morbidly curious. For the distinct style of accent at play, he's practically chewing the scenery, but fully in character. I adore it so.

Benny's "What in the god damn?" is iconic and "What the fuck are you doing? You're desecrating a war memorial." are the better known ones but FO2 lets you ask an Enclave officer who the president is and the answer is "The President of the United fucking States of America. Who'd you think I was […]

[Walks directly into my own murderer's casino] "Sup fuckface? :D"

"...what in the goddamn..."

it's not a real Fallout game to me unless it's got at least one scene where an NPC reacts to you being weird by going "what the fuck" and threatening you

Gotta love women, my favorite type of women.

sometimes seeing good art reminds me we need a strong woman to break us in half

specifically, the gas stove knobs, after having turned them all to fully open,

you can't get me to click an X link unless you're a trusted friend. I'm not touching the pedophile platform for nothing thanks