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iron-strangers · 7 months ago

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Description: It's all true, Jedi can read minds. You've been trained to keep people's thoughts about you for so long. It went well until the day you caught Din's fantasy involving you.

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Female Jedi!Reader

Series: Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Tags: Established Relationships, Mand’alor Din Djarin, A Sprinkle of Family Fluff, Sexual Fantasy, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f receiving), Unprotected p-in-v, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Lactation Kink

CW: Reader has AFAB characterization, uses she/her pronouns, is able-bodied, has depicted body changes related to pregnancy and breastfeeding, and hair that can be pulled during sex. No Use of Y/N. Consent Issues: Reader peaks into Din's fantasy. NSFW MINORS DNI

Length: 2.7k

According to urban legends, jedi can read minds. That's true, well, to an extent.

Jedi can read unshielded minds. A Jedi’s mental shield helps to prevent their minds so they’re not easily read, but also to prevent them from accidentally reading a non-force sensitive’s mind. This knowledge helped you survive being chased around the galaxy during the Empire’s reign. Imps are weak-minded and you could easily get any information you needed by reading their mind.

As you grew older, some thoughts people had about you turned sexual. Some got you blushing, like the one from a spacer who fantasized about sweet-talking you into having a quickie in the back of the cantina, some others were just plain disturbing and had you slamming a mental shield as quick as you can before fleeing the parameter with your blaster clutched in your hand.

During the old Jedi-Mandalorian war era, Mando'ade have found a way to keep the jetiise out of their head. Beskar helmets are effective for as long as you can remember, but apparently, there's a loophole. Beskar can't block a jedi who's already soul-bonded to a Mandalorian. There might not be any data about this, but let's be real, there's barely any noted soul bonds between a jedi and Mandalorian throughout history.

This explains the weird sync you and Din have. People have mentioned how you complete each other, that you have almost the same opinions on things, how you two always make the same decisions, both politically and on the battlefield. Some might even suggest that you and him finish each other's sentences. It's a cliché, written in teenager’s holonovels. So you're used to laughing it off, deflecting that you probably just spent too much time together, that between leading and parenting, agreeing on the same thing is just what spouses do. The Armorer called you ‘two halves of one warrior’ at your wedding ceremony. It should’ve ring an alarm in your mind, but in your defense, you were too busy getting swooned off your feet.

It became apparent one day when you met him in a small bakery, just a few minutes away from the Keldabe Palace, when he wasn’t supposed to be done until much later in the day. You’ve been craving Keshian Spice Rolls all day and you figured it was a great day to take the kids out, enjoy the sun and a little sweet treats, then surprise your hard-working riduur with a box of pastries back in the palace. Imagine your surprise when you stepped into a bakery and saw him already queuing.

“Rid’ika!” He called, waving to you from the line. You skipped over the lines, smiling and nodding to everyone as you made your way to your riduur. Din took Grogu from you so you can lift Aranar, who’s busy charming everyone off with his toothy grin, up.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, holding his offered hand. “You have to meet the Prince of Bespin in half an hour.”

“I know, but I heard they are baking Keshian Spice Rolls. So I went to buy you some.” Din shrugged, not once caring about the Prince having to wait for him to get back from spoiling his riduur. “And what about you? I thought you have a bes'kad class for the verd’ike this afternoon.”

“The class won’t start for another two hours and I really want a spice roll.”

You heard people behind you aww-ing and you buried your face into his shoulder, humming when you feel cool beskar against your blushing cheek. Din smiled behind his helmet, paying for three spice rolls to go, never once he let your hand go. You got back to the palace with twenty minutes to spare and herded the ad’ike to the Mand’alor’s office.

“Knock when you need him and don’t come in before I answer.” You rushed into the room when you spotted Kryze marching to stop you.

“You two better not be having se-”

“Young ears, Kryze! Manda, we’re just gonna eat Spice Rolls!” You held the pastry packages up for her to see, holding your laughter when you saw her scowling.

“Spice rolls better not be a code for something else, Djarin! You have a meeting in twenty minutes!”

Din closed the door on her face and you locked it with the force for good measure before dissolving into giggles. Din lifted his helmet up and immediately pressed a longing kiss to your lips. The kiss was uncoordinated since the two of you couldn’t stop grinning. The kiss, and the pastries were heavenly, Grogu and Aranar shared a piece, for your peace of mind. After all, it was you who had to wrangle two sugar-high toddlers in the training yard as you teach advanced sword techniques to a group of heavily armed teenagers who happened to be Mandalore's newly sworn warriors.

The impending knock finally came and you shared another sugary sweet kisses with your riduur before you put his helmet back on and sent him away to his duty. The door was barely closed when you were hit with realization.

Fuck, you thought. We’re soul-bonded.

Overall, there are worse people to be soul-bonded with. Having one with your own riduur is not a bad thing at all. Having one with your riduur without any source to soul-bond knowledge, however, is another piece of work. Putting a mental shield up against your own riduur feels wrong but you do it anyway, respecting his privacy to his own mind.

Until today.

Today, you feel a gentle nudge at your brick wall of a mental shield, laced with Din's warm force presence. You could've brushed him off and shielded yourself better, but you thought to yourself that a small peak wouldn't be bad.

You're wrong. Oh, you're so wrong because it's bad. Your hand directly flies towards your mouth and you try to stifle a moan as a yawn.

In his fantasy, Din had you bent over the meeting table and he's pounding into you. He has his hand on the small of your back, pressing you down to the table. You're completely naked against the table, pinned beneath the beskar of his armor. You can hear the filthy sound of his cock ramming into your sopping cunt. Din grabs a fistful of your hair, making you cry his name out loud, losing yourself to the stretch and the hard thrusts of Din's cock.

“Oh fuck-” you grit your teeth, clenching your fist on your thigh. You sit there, stunned, breathless, unable to stop watching.

“Can you feel how good this pussy stretches around me, rid’ika?” Din grunts, holding you so close to his hips while his fingers reach down, rubbing your swollen clit. “Such a good girl, do you wanna cum, mesh'la? Wanna soak my cock and make me give you another ik’aad?”

Maker, yes! You thought, trying your damn hardest not to whine while the version of you in his mind is whimpering and begging him to make you cum. Din leans to your ear, telling you to come. You’re shuddering in his arm, moaning his name in a punched out noise with a telltale sign of orgasm, and you snap yourself out of his imagination.

You put your strongest mental shield up and you lean to the plush seat, blinking and looking around the room as you settle yourself back to reality. Din is sitting on the head of the table, looking over his own datapad as he watches a member of his council talk about Mandalore’s quarterly budget report. If you didn’t know better, you’d think your riduur is actively listening to the report instead of daydreaming about fucking you over this very table.

You tread carefully when you're back home. You put Aranar and Grogu to sleep late, making sure they are a little bit more tired than usual so they sleep soundly later tonight. Once the kids are out like lights, you take the baby monitor with you and change into one of Din’s loose shirts.

You find him still seated on the dining table, tapping things into his datapad. You smirk to yourself, walking towards him and leaning over the dining table to take your own datapad that you could easily reach if you make an extra trip to the end of the table. Din can't stop staring, making no move to help you, instead he stands up from the chair and moves to cup the swell of your ass, just like how he imagined before.

“Careful, rid’ika, you don't know what kinda game you're playing here.”

You whine when his hand moves underneath the shirt, trailing up your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. He whispers praises to your ear, biting down your jaw and your neck.

“Fuck, look at you, mesh'la, you're expecting this, huh?” He lifts the shirt up, revealing nothing underneath other than your glistening cunt. “I haven't even done anything, rid'ika, and this pretty pussy's already all wet for me.”

You moan softly when his fingers find your clit, rubbing on it as you shudder in his arms. Din sinks two fingers into your wet heat and he groans when he feels how wet you are. He thumbs on your clit as he keeps pumping in and out of your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his fingers and your inner thighs until you shake beneath him, then he pulls off of you.

“No, cyare please, I'm so close- Ah!” You cry as his fingers leave you, only to moan loudly when he kneels behind you and he slaps your soaked pussy.

“Needy girl,” he teases, slapping your clit again, ignoring your cries. He parts your folds with his tongue until his smart mouth finds your clit and he starts sucking on the sensitive nub. You grip the edge of the table tightly as you grind against his face, smearing your arousal all over his lower face. Din tuts, holding your hips in place, chuckling when he sees your hole clenches around nothing.

“You know what you get for being such a good girl, cyar’ika?” Din asks, his fingers are back on your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerve in a tight circle as you buck violently against his fingers. “Good girl gets to come on my face.”

His lips are back on you, kissing, lapping, and sucking until you're a whimpering mess. You let out a high pitched whine and you come on his mouth, flooding him with your arousal as he keeps on sucking on your lips as you ride your orgasm.

Din grabs your chin towards him and he kisses you hard, his lips are glistening with the mixture of your cum and his spit and you can taste yourself on the tip of his tongue. Din pulls off of you and he turns you around, lifting you up to the edge of the table. He lays you down and he parts your legs with a steady hand on your inner thigh, keeping them apart so he can admire his hard work, your drenched cunt glistening with your sweet come. Din groans then he spits on your cunt, adding to the mess before smearing everything around with the thick head of his cock. He's painfully hard, his foreskin is pulled all the way back, revealing the flared tip, steadily leaking precum all over you. He lines himself up with your entrance and fucks all the way into you in one push. You watch as his thick cock stretches your hole, feeling yourself clinging to his girth, fluttering around him as you struggle to take his size. Both of you moan when he finally buries himself deep inside you, still holding tight to each other.

“Maker, been thinking about this sweet pussy all day.”

Oh, I know. You thought. “Yeah? Did you think about fucking me, ner riduur? Thought about how my pussy clenches around your cock? Did you think about filling me up with your cum until I'm swollen with your adi'ka?” You taunt him, circling your legs on his hips to keep him buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck!” Din swears, hissing while he steadily leaks precum all over your wet heat, leaning his head to yours and rutting deep against your sweet spot. “You're playing with fire, rid'ika. Can't just say things like that.”

“But I want you to,” you beg, moaning wantonly when he starts pumping in and out of you. “Want you to keep fucking me until I'm so full and swollen with your baby.”

Din growls, pounding deep into you with punishing pace. He's watching you, watching your cunt swallowing his cock, watching your face grow slack with pleasure. You slip your hands under the shirt, covering your breast and squeezing them, making your milk leak until there's a wet patch over the shirt.

“Filthy girl,” Din grunts, pawing on the piece of clothing. “Lift it up baby, let me see.”

You lift the shirt up, revealing your breasts for him, shiny from both milk and sweat. Beads of your milk trickling from your nipples, leaking steadily as he fucks into you. He slips one engorged nipple to his mouth, sucking until he can taste you on his tongue while his fingers play with the abandoned one, rubbing and squeezing, spraying him with milk.

“Everything about you is just so sweet, rid'ika, my perfect girl.” He praises. He licks your nipple clean before switching to the other side, pressing open mouthed kisses before bringing the sensitive buds to his mouth and sucking on it, drinking you until he's full while his hand loves on the other one. His cock never stops pounding into you, bringing you closer and closer with each snaps of his hips.

He folds your legs into a mating press, tucking your knees against your chest and his cock is so deep inside you. So deep he reaches your cervix, kissing your womb with his tip. You clench hard around his length, your wall seizes violently around him, milking him irresistibly as he keeps hitting the spot that makes you see stars, begging him to please, never stop. You're wailing as your whole body shakes, tipping your head back and moaning Din's name so loud he has to cover your mouth with his palm, worried the filthy noises of the snap of his balls slapping your ass, your loud moans, and the squelching sound of your wet pussy might wake the sleeping kids up.

With a shaky shudder, you come down from your high, whining as Din keeps fucking you, chasing his own orgasm. After a few brutal thrust, your riduur groans loudly, shouting punched out moans as he peaks. His cock twitches in your soaked, messy cunt, filling you with his hot cum, flooding your insides and claiming you his. He kisses your lips, muffling both your moans, only parting to plant another kiss to your temple while he pumps you full of his cum, murmuring sweet, loving praises and filthy promises to you.

“That's a good girl, rid'ika. Take it, baby, gonna get you all round and pregnant. That's what you want, right? Want to give me another? Want to be bred all over again?”

Din keeps rutting with you until you both shake from overstimulation and he gently pulls out of you. He admires your blissed, fucked out face, trailing soft kisses down your jaw and your neck, sucking his marks all over your body. You tip his jaw up and catch his lips in another kiss, laced with a content smile, before breaking away to whisper sweet I love yous to each other.

Din gathers you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and lowering you gently into your shared bed. He leaves for the fresher, fetching a damp rag to clean you up before slipping into his side of bed beside you. He pulls you close, kissing your lips lovingly and rearranges the covers, tucking you into his arms.

“You're my dream girl, you know that right?”

“I tried,” you smile contently, caressing the scruff of his jaw softly.

“You don't have to,” Din mutters, humming when you snuggle closer to him, pressing your heartbeat over his. “You're perfect just the way you are.”

You exchange more kisses, lazily making out in bed until sleep takes over, safely nestled in each other's arms.

About a few weeks later, you start to feel the tiniest flutter in the force.

#expanding clan mudhorn #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian smut #din djarin smut #din djarin imagine #pedro boys #pedro pascal fic #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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dovescheck · 1 year ago

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day 2 of calling out proshippers in the murder drones tag so they can get blocked by everyone whose not a freak like them lol

EDIT: found another one im just gonna add onto this post with proshippers i encounter while casually scrolling the tag because i dont think anyone even wants to see their regular stuff - putting a spacer so that it doesnt clog the tag when ppl scroll past

text unrelated lol

#murder drones

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missholloween · 3 months ago

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"We have loved the starts too fondly, Galileo"

"John and The Earth", Pulp Musicals episode 2: The Brick Satellite

Hyl or Hylian

They/them

Ao3: chaoscomeswithin

Welcome to my blog!

One year ago, I was a regular tumblr user that posted about tma and other stuff, until the fatidic day I watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Ever since then, Starkid projetcs (as well as Tin Can Bros and Pulp Musicals) have taken over my life. I now write analysis and fics for those fandoms, as well as sillier posts and the ocasional drawing.

Main tags:

#hyl rambles -> text posts/personal

#hyl writes -> fic tag. They can also be found in Ao3

#hyl draws -> drawing tag

#hyl answers -> ask tag!

#hyl doesn't write -> whining about writing + process of my different WIPS

I also tag spoilers for different media. Right now the main ones are #pulp 4 spoilers, #cc spoilers, #arcane spoilers and #wwdits spoilers. If you need another one, let me know and I'll tag it!

I like being tagged in posts/tag games. If I don't answer them, that's on me. In the same fashion, my askbox is always open for anything <3

Thanks to @enchanthings for the spacers!!!

and @paranormaltheatrekid for the status quo blinkie <3

#i need to do blinkies. might update this in some days/this afternoon #but intro post!!!! finally have one!!!!!#yall should be proud of me #hyl rambles #into post #last edited: 14/11

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eridanidreams · 1 year ago

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Snippet Sunday

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon @violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson

from stars through my fingers like grains of sand

"Engaging grav drive," Cait said, touching a control; guitars shrieked and the universe opened up to receive them in a waterfall of light.

If you like to gamble I tell you I'm your man

If twice was a pattern, Cait really liked music when she was dogfighting.

Win some, lose some

It's all the same to me

Sam was on the stick; the second they dropped out of jump, he re-allocated power to the weapons. Good thing, too—Cait was equally quick to respond, sending the Razorleaf in a sharp dive after a Spacer Raccoon. It was a maneuver that would have left the Frontier groaning, but the 'Leaf took it in stride. The radio crackled to life; Spacers transmitting in the clear for intimidation effect. "Looky here, boys, we got ourselves a mark!" Cait just rolled around an asteroid, easy as dancing, while she waited for a targeting lock.

The pleasure is to play

Makes no difference what you say

A second voice came on. "Aw, honey, don't run. You just hit the wrong place at the wrong—" Another voice cut in. "Fuck—it's the Mantis! THE MANTIS!!!" The Raccoon abruptly stopped firing and tried to slew away, but—

I don't share your greed

The only card I need

Is the Ace of Spades—the Ace of Spades

"LOCK!" Sam snapped, as the firing solution came together, and the Razorleaf's weapons fired in anger for the first time in years. Cait had opted for dual particle-beams instead of the basic laser/ballistic combination, and they punched through the Raccoon's shields like they were tissue paper. "Got their grav drive!" Cait twisted the 'Leaf to drop in behind a Hyena, and Sam knew what she was doing; the Raccoon wasn't going anywhere; having crippled the small fry, she was going after the heavier hitter. They took a few hits—shields dropped to 80%—before putting a rock between them and the Raccoon.

"No way," the first voice snarled. "Scan that morph-suck—shit! Spin up the drives! SPIN UP THE DRIVES!" Sam couldn't help but laugh at the way the Spacer's menace turned so utterly to panic. "We're leaving—we're leaving! FASTER!"

"No, you're not," Cait growled, as the targeting lock sang out in counterpoint to the driving music. "Firing!" P-beams lanced out, invisible to the naked eye, but their effect was quite visible. The Hyena's shields flared yellow, then white, then actinic blue. Sam launched his missiles; they punched through the tattered remants of the Hyena's screens just before they failed entirely. There was just enough of them left to hold the explosion in; the Hyena's spine snapped in two as the reactor blew. "Nice shot!" Cait flipped the 'Leaf end-for-end and arrowed back toward the Raccoon.

"Please," the second voice blubbered. "Please, don't kill us—" Lasers spattered against the Razorleaf's shields, and above the din came the sharp, warning whine of incoming missiles.

"Shields at 40—30—!" Sam's harness bit into his shoulders as Cait hit the boost. The enemy missiles streaked past them harmlessly; Sam watched the Raccoon roll, trying to line up on where they thought the 'Leaf would be. Cait dropped the throttle to nearly nothing and let the Raccoon overshoot—right into her sights. Once again, the p-beams did their work, and the Raccoon detonated soundlessly.

The entire engagement had lasted about as long as the song had.

#snippet sunday #sam coe #fanfic #eridani writes #starfield #caitlyn lynch #stars through my fingers like grains of sand

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stormikins · 10 months ago

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Mass Effect Trilogy Tag

tagged by @nowandthane thank you!! Warning I ramble a bit in this lol

I am a fan since: 2017, I got it for Christmas in 2016 so I always just say '17

Favorite Game of the series: By virtue of simply replaying it the most, three. I really love the combat in it so I've played it near thirty times? But all time fave would have to 1 because of the aesthetic, tone, and story. There's something about first discovering a world which is what me1 is about.

MShep or Femshep? Gotta go with Femshep. I have played both, its just hard to capture the male shepard image I have in my head in the character creator so Femshep it is.

Earthborn, Colonist, or Spacer: earthborn! My main Shepard Jenn is earthborn so that's what I'm going with. Though, I have numerous Shepard's are various background combinations. I have feelings about each background trust me

Biotics or tech: Both! Though I really do love biotics, you can do some cool stuff with them, setting up and detonating both biotic and tech explosions.

Paragon or Renegade: I have to repeat what nowandthane said, paragon choices, renegade dialogue.

Favorite Class: Sentinel. I love the versatility of the class, but I do have an affection for Infiltrator because that's what got me through me2 on insanity.

Favorite Companion: Tali. By story value, Javik. He's like one of the most important characters

Least Favorite Companion: Javik, throw your attitude out the airlock. IM JOKING! (he has every reason to be like he is. I love him very much) Liara is my answer though only because I don't like some of the story choices the devs did with her. (ex: why does she have Shepard's armor in a display case when i didn't even romance her??? I can't mention this at all??)

My squad selection: For Jenn's playthrough: Wrex/Tali in me1. Garrus/Mordin/Miranda generally in me2. Thane and Miranda/Samara for the collector base. Kaidan/Javik/James in me3. Of course, I mix it up based on story aspects and the difficulty settings. But me3 is pretty fixed bc I always play on insanity.

Favorite in-game Romance: Tali and Garrus. I'm a sucker for awkward, wet cat of a man like Garrus is. But Tali's romance man.... her parting line to Shepard during the beam run "I have a home" makes me insane actually

Other pairings I like: Obligatory Nihlus/Shepard/Kal (and the duos within in this throuple) mention here. Other than that, Joker/Miranda and Joker/James, Ashley/Garrus, and Shepard/Wrex, I could list a whole lot so I'll keep it to those ships lol

Favorite NPC: Nihlus and Kal'Reegar for sure. Victus and of course Niftu Cal our favorite biotic god.

Favorite Antagonist: Saren. He's the best one that we get in all three games (Harby could have been number one if they did anything with him in three but that's a rant for another time lmao)

Favorite Mission: Haestrom/Tali's Loyalty mission because that's when I get to see Kal <3 and blow up a colossus with the Cain. Also, the Collector Ship mission I have to mention because it's frankly the only mission besides the two previously stated where I've loaded up the save to play it on insanity when I'm bored. It's fun. Of course, this is with the Infiltrator.

Favorite Loyalty Mission: Tali for numerous reasons. Kal mention here. But I love the insight into Quarian culture we get. Also we see that fire in her when she's talking to the Board which I always appreciate. Along with her dialogue at the end, "I got better, Shepard. I got you." and then on the ship afterwards, "I don't think life is about what we deserve." I love her so much.

Favorite DLC: Leviathan. Only because of the horror aspect.

Control, Sythesis, or Destroy? Destroy. I have so many issues with the ending and that's the least worst option in my opinion so. (I too ignore that it wipes out the Geth and Edi fuck that)

Favorite Weapon: The M-90 Cain or the M-99 Saber aka the "Big Iron". Lancer in three was my favorite weapon before I found the Saber. Special mention to my bud the Mattock, I have been convinced of its glory. I do not think the Harrier is better anymore lol which my brother would be happy to hear

Favorite Place: me1 Citadel my BELOVED.

A quote I like Quotes I Like: The ENTIRETY of Sovereign's dialogue on Virmire GOD ITS SO GOOD!!!! / "Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer." / "Does this unit have a soul?" / "Just followed your example, Shepard. Yell loud enough and eventually someone will come over to see what all the fuss is about." / "I won't let fear compromise who I am." / "I MADE A MISTAKE!" / "Help me out here, Shepard. The line between friend and foe is getting a little blurry from where I stand." / There are so many great quotes in these games I could go on and on but I'll stop myself

No pressure tags: @spacebunshep @jtownnn

#mass effect #tag games #brb gonna go play the game now

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mediumsizedwildcat · 6 months ago

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i know i'm like 10 years late but i started playing me2 & fandom never truly dies (i hope) i have shepard's sibling/garrus vakarian pre-mass effect thoughts

c-sec garrus, drugs, smoking, shotgunning(?), family drama, spacer shepards, m.i.a. father (shepard), f!commander shepard's brother (john)

they first meet due to john smoking at the one spot on the citadel where it's actually legal which is in view of a c-sec station. every day at the same time he bickers with an older officer who threatens to arrest him if he keeps doing this but until the officer's last day before retirement, nothing ever happens

on the officer's last day, john finishes his smoke and eggs the officer on until he gets arrested and brought into the station. he waves any complains, admitting to his fault in the situation, and the officer tells garrus, the newbie at this station, what the deal is. that human will smoke at the same place at the same time every day and every day people will complain and every day he'll bicker, knowing c-sec can't do shit. it's in garrus' hands now.

john returns the next day to the same place at the same time. he smokes, again. c-sec officer garrus vakarian introduces himself, effectively making a peace offering. john tells him his name -first name only, not many shepards around the citadel & he doesn't want garrus looking into his file

garrus drives him “home,” meaning to john's legal address, that day. john walks to where he actually lives once garrus is off again

they see each other every day for weeks. john begins to look forward to this. eventually, garrus eats his lunch there. he notices that john never lets any smoke get to the other people around the citadel, just as he uses an ashtray every time.

john gets a message from his mother, garrus joins him at the usual spot and mentions how his boss said to be kind to him today. john sighs, says, “it's bad then, huh? haven't gotten a message in years and now even the officers are being told to take it easy on me.”

john elaborates that he thought the message would be about his parents finally finding out that he's left med school. that c-sec knows means worse news. garrus asks if john wants him to stay as he opens the message

“you turians have good reflexes, right? better safe than sorry” john says as he sits on the stone railing; shock or surprise could make him fall. he doesn't intend to. he just likes the wind.

hannah shepard informs john that they know about his dropping out of med school and that his father is missing in action. john doesn't know what to make of it.

“missing in action means they haven't found remains or dog tags yet.” john says, shakes his head. “so human, to assume missing in action. they have hope. but they're both soldiers, odds are he's dead.”

garrus doesn't like leaving him alone, offers to keep him company, and john accepts. after his shift, john's still there, waiting, smiling when he meets garrus' eyes.

they go to a bar john frequents. warned beforehand, garrus agreed but wasn't prepared. john buys a drink for garrus and something to smoke for himself. a all-races-friendly drug.

garrus watches, tells himself it's absolutely legal (unlikely), dances with john. sees john pull on the bud, then share the smoke from his mouth with someone else.

garrus leans over, says he wants to try, too. with a tilt of his head, john smiles, leans closer so garrus can hear him over the music. “are you sure? this is, like, advanced stuff. pretty intimate, too.”

a pang of jealousy at the intimate part, considering the people john already shared with. garrus sees him blow out in another direction, gently grabs his chin and turns his face, a talon pressing against john's cheek. “i'm sure. i wanna try.”

john's eyes narrow, a new interest sparks in them. he pulls on the bud, presses his thumb against garrus' chin, coaxes his mouth open. leans forward, presses his own open mouth against garrus', fills it with the vaporized drug

he pulls away, meets garrus' eyes, waits. garrus relaxes, sneaks his arm around john's waist, pulls him closer. john smirks, traces his jaw, pulls him onto the dance floor.

a bit after garrus asks for seconds. john obliges, gives him the last bit. garrus breathes it in, presses forward, steals a kiss. john giggles, reminds him they haven't even had a date yet.

the night moves on, garrus wakes up in john's bed. john sits at a window, cup of tea in hand, looks over to garrus, smiles. offers him coffee, reassures him nothing happened between them. he just doesn't know where garrus lives.

garrus asks if he's lying, considering where (and how -naked) he woke up. “you were high,” john reminds, “and i only know my limits, not yours. were i in your position, i hope whoever i'd be with would recognize my state of mind and do the same as i did -let me sleep it off. not take advantage.”

they don't date. garrus asks, john says he's not the type of guy one dates. he's a one night stand in the bathroom at the club. he's the one they regret. he's not the guy one dates.

garrus asks again. says he wants to try, that john's worth trying. john's heart is already in. he agrees. just no restaurant and garrus won't pay for him

their first date is grocery shopping (mostly for snacks) and watching movies at garrus' place. john pays for himself, they cook together, they fall asleep cuddling

they're official when john gets another message from his mother. she wants to call, to hear his voice, see him. garrus encourages him. john accepts the voice call.

he's hesitant. says med school wasn't for him, that they can have the money they've been sending back if they want to. she says they found his father, that he's in the hospital. she's not mad. she calls him “sweetheart” and “my baby.” asks to see him. john disagrees, says he's not alone, which is true. once again, garrus encourages him

his father joins the call just when john agrees to let it show him. both parents gasp, his hair too long, is that hair dye? leather clothes, makeup? at least he has some knowledge from med school, no?

his father says “i thought he would've dropped out after half a year” john glares at garrus, wishes he could say “i told you so” and instead tells his parents “that's what happened, glad to disappoint” and hangs up

they have their first fight. john leaves the apartment. when he comes back, they make up with sex. their first time with each other. a drug john took right before kicks in during it. garrus gets worried, then angry. a second fight. john tries to coax him back into bed, but garrus leaves.

they break up, as john had predicted after their first date. “this won't end well,” he had said. a self-fulfilling prophecy.

they meet again. they miss each other. they try again. garrus gets caught up in work, john does, too. they miss each other. they hurt each other. they break up, swear to never talk to the other again.

john gets a call from his mother to inform him of his father's passing. a few months later, a proud message about his sister joining the spectres. a message about his sister's death.

the citadel becomes too much. his sister is everywhere, every corner reminds him of the one relationship he had. john moves to omega, gets hired for the mechs of the mercenary bands.

commander shepard opens the door, aims her weapon at the hooded man. he retaliates by aiming his gun at her. she speaks. he presses her against the wall, checks her wrist for a tattoo they'd gotten as children. shows her that same tattoo in the same spot on his own wrist.

john hacks the mech suit, dons armor of his own, and follows his sister. they meet that brilliant sniper called “archangel” and he takes off his helmet.

“garrus! what are you doing here?” jane says. john turns away and pretends to look at his weapon. he wants to cry, wants to scream, wants to jump into garrus' arms and never let him go.

jane asks john to stay behind and have garrus' back. john nods his agreement, doesn't say a word, watches her leave with his team.

when the door to the battery opens behind garrus, he expects his commander. he turns, says “shepard,” and freezes.

“technically not wrong,” john answers, his throat dry. garrus stares. john clears his throat and looks away, “don't worry, i won't fuck this up. i'm clean and i know how important this is. just... how do you know jane?”

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #garrus vakarian #john shepard #jane shepard #commander shepard #shakarian #shepard x garrus

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silurisanguine · 6 months ago

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OC Questionnaire Tag (bookish-karina questions answered)

Thanks to the lovely open tag by @bookish-karina I have more questions to answer as my OCs! I am loving doing these so if i haven't answered any you guys posted, send them my way!! As usual I'll be answering as Seren Jones, Aeryn Ryder, Zofie Orel and Kiara Black under the cut! Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and @bearlytolerant @staticpallour @fangbangerghoul

@atonalginger @eridanidreams @toxiclizardwrites @therealgchu @aro-pancake @a-cosmic-elf and open tag to anyone who like to answer these questions three as their OC- 1- If you could time travel without consequence what moment in the past would you visit? 2 - Do you have a favourite food and drink? 3 - What do you think about the supernatural and magic?

Now to answer the questions given me - 1-have you ever wanted to stab someone? 2-what's your worst memory? 3 -what are you hoping to avoid? First up Seren Jones ( My Starfield Coemancer Starborn)

Have you ever wanted to stab someone? "Wanted to? I have, multiple times, with my beloved Va'ruun painblade 'viper's fang' - Spacers, Crimson Fleet, Fanatics and other Starborn. Damn I sound bloodthirsty don't I? Just the Settled Systems are the frontier, It ain't safe for an explorer and especially a Starborn one. You got to know how to defend yourself. But In truth, the only one I've ever really wanted to drive my blade into would be The Hunter for who he is, what he represents...what he did and could do again." What's your worst memory? "...Oh void, I hate talking about this, but... seeing Sam dead in front of me on the floor of the station. The Hunter had killed him, but I blamed myself for not being fast enough, for choosing to protect the people in the Lodge and not run to the Eye. It took me a long time to accept it wasn't my fault. But it hurts, especially when I see another Sam. I'm learning to live in the moment now, jumping through universes, taking a little happiness where I can until I find the right one. But that wound is still there on my heart and not sure if it will ever heal." What are you hoping to avoid? "Becoming like the Hunter in the amount of times I jump universes. Losing my humanity and compassion like he has to become this empty, cold and bitter creature. I... also really want to avoid dying before I find a universe to finally stop and settle down in again, like Aquilus has managed to do. Much as I don't subscribe to his faith, I admire what he's done." ✨ Next Aeryn Ryder ( My Mass Effect Andromeda Pathfinder )

Have you ever wanted to stab someone? "Yeah! That son of a bitch Archon would get the pointy end of my asari blade if I could get close enough to him. The rest, I don't want to do it, I just have to as they are trying to kill me!...well maybe if I ever find out who the Benefactor is, they might get to meet my blade too for what they did to Jien." What's your worst memory? "Dad told me that mom never wanted a funeral, that she didn't want people standing around her body crying, so we had a memorial service to celebrate her life and I remember just feeling so empty that she wasn't around anymore. That all I had were memories of her. That stayed with me. Close second would be waking up to find my dad had sacrificed his life to save mine after I'd...died. I didn't get to say goodbye or anything and then becoming Pathfinder, I haven't even really had chance to mourn or process the fact that I...died." What are you hoping to avoid? "Oh god, failure. Failure to live up to my dad's standard as Pathfinder. Failure to secure a viable home for everyone in Heleus. Failure to stop the Archon and the kett. Also really like to not die again." ✨ Next Zofie Orel ( My Deus Ex/ Assassin's Creed OC)

Have you ever wanted to stab someone? "I am an Assassin in the Coterie of Assassins. It's my job, so yes I have stabbed someone...many someones. Whether I wanted to, was very much up to learning what they'd done to warrant such an action. Sometimes it wasn't so much a want as a need. They were doing bad things, even if they thought they were doing good and couldn't be convinced otherwise. I took no pleasure in stopping them." What's your worst memory? "I could say it was the attack that caused me to be augmented, but truth be told, I don't remember it well. Being hit hard in the head has a tendency to do that. I think the worst, was waking up in the LIMB clinic and finding out Sarah, a fellow Assassin I was...close to, had died saving me, and my goshhawk Ghost had been killed too. That devastated me for quite some time. But I channeled that into my recovery, swearing vengeance for them both." What are you hoping to avoid? "Having to prevent Jensen from interfering with my mission. I'd prefer he was on board with what I have to do. So far the signs are good and I think once he finds out the full story he wont want to miss working with me." ✨ Lastly Kiara Black (My Dishonored/ Thief OC)

Have you ever wanted to stab someone? "Wanted to? No...maybe? Sometimes I saw an Overseer in Dunwall abusing his power, scaring someone, threatening them and I wanted to hurt them for it. But I don't really know how to fight. Garrett's shown me how to avoid fights and how to take someone down without them seeing you, but it's always no lethal. But there is a part of me that wants to see those who hurt people- be stopped for good. I have a feeling Garrett did that once, but he wont talk about." What's your worst memory? "...Finding out I might have caused my best friend's death. I was fourteen and Dylan was my only real friend. I thought I could trust him with a secret but he must have talked about it and it caused the Abbey to come to his family and try and take him...there was a fight, he and his family were killed by the Abbey and my family and I had to flee Caulkenny to Dunwall. I hated him for blabbing about what I told him, but I never wanted anything like that to happen to him or his family. That still haunts me." What are you hoping to avoid? "Getting caught. Either by the Abbey back in the Isles or by the City Watch here in the Eternal City. Both are as corrupt as they come, though if I had to choose, I'd take the Watch. least I know I could probably escape them. What the Abbey do to 'Heretics'... I think I'd rather die than be caught by them."

#Seren jones #Aeryn Ryder #Zofie Orel #Kiara Black #Siluri writes #Oc questionnaire tag

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fangbangerghoul · 9 months ago

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Writing Pattern Tag Game

Thank you @silurisanguine for the tag. This is cool!

tagging: @therealgchu, @bearlytolerant, @eridanidreams, @a-cosmic-elf, @booburry, @5oh5, @atonalginger

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern

1. Fleeting Pleasures: Ghoul stood on the edge of the launch pad with her hands on her hips in pride. The mammoth size victory that stood in front of her was almost overwhelming and she was just about to jump for joy. 2. Ghoul Files: There was a slight chill in the room as Ghoul laid in the bed with her eyes closed. She was irate that she woke up in the first place because she wasn’t even sure what the local time was and last night she had stayed up later than usual. 3. What Did I Get Myself Into?: The sun was baking the sweat against her skin as she dragged a pile of old dusty wood back towards her shop. This particular wood pile had a few boards in it that would prove to be quite useful to her for her current project. 4. The Damn Rock: She found herself pounding away midafternoon. Sweat on her brow and sweat falling down her back. It had been a few days of gathering materials, lack of sleep, and small meals in between the short breaks she allowed herself. 5. soft spurs and leather: The air was heavy with dry heat as the stars sparkled the sky above. The noise from the bar was getting further and further away while you both stumbled back to the StoneRoot inn. 6. Tear You Apart: Your eyes open slowly to the sound of a crackling fire. Your memory is foggy as you come back to consciousness trying to remember how you passed out in the first place. 7. Cellar Door: The thrill at first was enough for her not to question the choice to deeply. Having to ride on the stars into an unknown hole of infinite possibilities was something everyone was excited to experience. 8. Capacity Limit: The last shot fired and another one was down as you looked at the pile of spacers that laid dead around the abandoned lab facility. It wasn’t everyday that a mission board request came so easy for the two of you. 9. Settling with the Stars: The busy nature of Kay’s House was not new to Ghoul. There was an array of sounds from the clinking of plates, the hissing of water, and the commotion of consumers finding solace in this place. 10. Neon City Delights: “Here goes nothing” Ghoul said to themselves as they got off the Razorfleet once more. Walter had just asked the new member of Constellation to help him retrieve another alien rock the association was searching for to find more answers.

There is definitely heavy visual imagery in the first two lines. I am always keen on trying to set the scene so that checks out. If anyone notices another pattern let me know!

#fanfic #writing game #fang writes #starfield #starfield fanfiction #mtas fanfic #mtas #my time at sandrock

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delphi-dreamin · 1 year ago

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Hello my darlings! I have news.

I went to see a new surgeon today. He seemed like he was a bit skeptical until hubbs mentioned that I haven't been able to move my foot for a month. So, I am scheduled for surgery in two weeks.

The surgeon is going to fuse my spine and insert a spacer to try to relieve pressure on my nerves. If I wake up from the first surgery and I'm still having issues with my leg, we're going to go back in for another laminectomy. Which is what I had done the first time.

He estimates an 85-90% chance that I'll regain function in my leg, so I'm hoping. I'm hoping really hard.

But now that I'm scheduled for surgery, I have two weeks to get my house cleaned up for my recovery. And after that, I'll have two weeks of down time. I mean, not really down time because I'm gonna be trying to recover from major surgery. But, y'know.

Anyway, that's what I have for y'all. I appreciate all the support you've shown me so far and I hope that I'll have more good news soon!

Tagging @attic-club-sandwich, since you requested an update 😘

#the oracle speaks #personal shit #medical shit

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atonalginger · 9 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday! and I do have something to share: another memory from Goose's perspective this time. I'm not sure who to tag today so I'll say I'm generally tagging the Coemancer Crew as well as anyone who sees this and says, "I want in, I have something to share."

“Just remember to play nice,” Sam said as he leaned against the wall next to the docking bay.

Goose looked his dad up and down, “real rich coming from you.”

“Hey, I play rough but I know when to rein it in,” Sam reached out and poked Goose’s arm.

“Yup, you just take it out of the poor comms and slates in your pockets later,” Goose flashed an ornery grin at Sam and shook his head, “do we even know what this job is or why they can’t handle it themselves?”

“Freestar intelligence caught wind of a va’ruum installation on Toliman II-c and forces stationed out there are sort of busy.” Sam stopped, listening to the newcomer’s ship dock with the Key. It was clean and once everything was locked down he continued, “FC intel also suggests the snake kissers are prepared for an aerial assault so instead we’re sending in you and the freestar rep to sneak in and clean it out.”

“We could clear it out faster without them,” Goose wagered as the docking bay hatch hissed, the locking mechanisms clicking as internal parts slowly unlocked.

“Your mom is off collecting parts with Jazz’s team and someone needs to watch Ruby,” Sam was off the wall, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to greet the newcomer.

“So we take her with us and tell her to stay on the ship,” Goose rolled his eyes.

“Or we could play nice with our allies,” Sam nudged Goose with his elbow and leaned in close so only Goose could hear, “wouldn’t want everyone to think you can’t get a job done without your mommy or daddy, would we?”

“Oh fuck you,” Goose laughed and pushed his dad away, “everyone knows what I’m capable of.”

“Do they?” Sam taunted with a playful grin, “I’m beginning to doubt, what with all this pouting.”

The hatch swung open and the newcomer stepped through while fussing with his militia uniform, tugging at his sleeves and smoothing the front of his jacket under the belts and cross strap. His focus was on his uniform, his head down as he took a few steps forward into the narrow bay, loose curls of dirty blonde hair smoothed back with a stiff pomade. As he raised his head Goose noted the short clipped sides with minimal blending and how meticulously styled the solider’s hair was to give the appearance of being tastefully unkempt.

Goose’s first instinct was to roll his eyes at the all the preening of the well put together soldier but his sapphire eyes stopped him, as well as stopping him from thinking of anything else as he continued to stare at the newcomer. He looked like the living embodiment of the Greek god Apollo: tall and muscular, the blonde curls, perfect chiseled jaw, soft pouty lips, and sun-kissed skin.

He blinked and ran his fingers through his feral mop of curls before he could even stop to think about what he was doing, snagging a tangle and fighting back the urge to curse and draw more attention to his stupid attempt to straighten his appearance. Goose checked his wrist for a hair tie, and then a pants pocket, trying to recover from his embarrassment by looking like he was going to tie the mess back.

“…and this is Captain Goose,” Sam’s voice hit his ears, which instantly felt on fire. He gave up on managing his wild hair and looked over to his dad, who wore a shit-eating grin as he spoke, “he’s between ships right now after his last one ran into some trouble over on Skink.”

You just had to bring it up, Goose narrowed his eyes at his dad.

“On Skink?” the soldier asked, a subtle drawl in his smooth baritone, “what would take you over that way? That’s ‘morph country.”

“One of our newer captains and a gaggle of rooks were forced to land on Stink after getting shot by spacers during a trade with some outlaws,” Goose avoided eye contact, staring at the soldier’s lieutenant bars on his jacket collar, “sacrificed my ship to get theirs up and running so we could all get off the planet before the locals figured out how to rip the loading bay open.”

“And the Major says y’all don’t care about others,” the lieutenant said with a small chuckle, “mighty selfless of you.”

“I was doing what needed done,” Goose said, his cheeks and neck on fire. He glanced over at his dad again, his shit-eating grin widening as he watched him. Sam was clearly relishing in his boy’s awkward flustered state, “might have been able to keep the ship if they hadn’t lost a key component. It was faster to pull the part from my ship than transfer their cargo to mine.”

“Quick thinking like that is why the captain is being sent with you,” Sam said proudly, “not to mention he’s a crack shot and not too shabby in a brawl.”

“Learned from the rowdiest, most temperamental asshole on the Key” Goose said as he stared down his dad.

“That you did,” Sam nodded without a second glance, “But enough about that, it’s time you got going with Lieutenant Benbow.”

It hit Goose that he’d been zoned out during introductions and completely missed the lieutenant’s first name. He quickly scanned the soldier’s uniform but saw no name patch anywhere. Shit! He panicked internally while nodding and checking his kit one last time, It’ll be fine. It’s fine! I’ll find it before I need it. It’s fine, I can just check the registry while we undock. It’s fine.

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #the coemancer crew #atonalginger writes #crimson fleet #wip wednesday #Goose #Cooper Benbow

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messydiabolical · 10 months ago

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Mass Effect Tag Game

I was tagged by @illusivesoul, thank you! <3 I'll tag in @shadowthehedgehog1 @angstyastro @zet-sway @stormikins @bluerose5 @jtownnn @yellingaboutmasseffect @callista-curations @impishbiscuit @spookyvalentine @skittidyne @jadevakarian But I could be tagging all day so please everyone join in if you'd like and no worries if you don't!

Here's the blank questions, and my answers are below the cut!

I am a fan since: Favourite game of the series?: MShep or FShep?: Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: Biotics or Tech: Paragon or Renegade: Favourite Class: Favourite Companion: Least favourite Companion: My squad selection: Favourite In-game romance: Other pairings I like: Favourite NPC: Favourite Antagonist: Favourite Mission: Favourite Loyalty Mission: Favourite DLC: Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Favourite Weapon: Favourite Place: A quote I like:

My answers:

I am a fan since:Legendary Edition release (better late than never!)

Favourite game of the series?:2 wins overall, due to how much I loved learning about the new companions and all their little side quests and the excitement of prepping for the big mission. 3 has the best overall mechanics though, and the npc’s being able to banter is top notch.

MShep or FShep?: Both, but I tend to create themsheps anyway.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?:Keahi is a colonist, Blaise a spacer AU. I think all the backgrounds have juicy potential but find the idea of growing up out there in this big new galaxy exciting.

Biotics or Tech:Probably tech for my sheps, but I love having a biotic in the squad as backup. I’ll usually have 1 biotic ability as my Shep’s bonus and chalk it up to funky side effects of how they resurrected Shep in 2.

Paragon or Renegade:Generally paragon but some renegade interrupts.

Favourite Class:Infilitrator. Sniper Rifles are always my fave (or archers in fantasy games).

Favourite Companion: Such a tough question. As there’s a romance question later, i’ll save Thane for then. I’m also going to answer as me rather than who my shep’s would pick. I think Mordin is honestly the companion I got most excited about going to chat with or hearing unique lines from. And while not ‘companions’, I have such soft spots for Traynor and Cortez and consider them honourary squaddies.

Least favourite Companion:I mean there are plenty who I think have questionable morals/ideas/attitudes, but it doesn’t make me dislike them, it makes them interesting and gives fresh perspectives, so this is also a tough question. I feel bad for saying it, but I guess Liara? Only in that she gets so much priority in 1 and 3 but I don’t find her as interesting to chat with compared to others and also found her going from nerdy excitable anxious dork in 1 to ‘flay your mind’ corpo bad bitch in 2 gave me whiplash. The fact she sold shep’s body is another point deducted. And the way she let Shepard drop like hot shit in shadowbroker too, oof. I really don’t dislike her though and still find her overall character interesting.

My squad selection:I change it up a lot so I get to hear all the different things they have to say

Favourite In-game romance:Thane, followed by Steve Cortez and Samantha Traynor. Is anyone surprised?!

Other pairings I like:Feron x Kolyat, Thane X Cortez (why romance them separately when I can put them together instead!) Femshep x Miranda. I tend to headcanon my shep’s as older than the in game age so Jack feels too young for them, but I do love the Jack romance generally.

Favourite NPC:That one completely chill smoking salarian in the citadel DLC. Dandenbo’s icon always makes me grin reminding me of him. Also the salarian Thane rescued who had his whole world rocked and wrote an email about it. You go you funky little horny guy.

Favourite Antagonist:TIM is interesting because you get that having to work together and resenting the hell out of it aspect in 2. And look he’s by no means an effective antagonist, but Donovan Hock is objectively very funny.

Favourite Mission:The suicide mission. It isn’t the best mechanically, but it’s very satisfying after working towards it the whole game and getting yourself as ready as can be.

Favourite Loyalty Mission:Thane, i’m biased. Grunt’s rite of passage is also just fun.

Favourite DLC:I’ll go with 1 from each game. Bring down the sky- I just find something pretty satisfying about pootling around shutting the 3 rockets off and finding all the little out the way side bits. And that view! Lair of the Shadowbroker- Feron my beloved. Gotta save my boy. Leviathan- felt like a breath of fresh air with the piecing together clues, and such a great creepy atmosphere. You really finish it feeling like ‘this may help, but at what cost?’ and it feels significant.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy:So funny story, I got so confused the first time I played and kind of panicked, completely missed that you could choose to run a different direction and just ran full pelt forwards yeeting shepard to the centre. When that activated synthesis I spent the next 40 odd minutes watching my computer in growing utter horror/confusion. Anyway destruction is the actual choice but fuck that whole ‘this has to genocide the geth and Edi’ thing fuuuuuck.

Favourite Weapon:Upgrading to the widow is nice but I am quite fond of the M-97 Viper in earlier/lower levels, the 6 shot mag is especially favourable.

Favourite Place:I really love the brutalist architecture of Port Hanshan.

A quote I like:

I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty. Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going til it hits something. That can be a ship, or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into space and hit somebody in 10,000 years. If you pull the trigger on this, you are ruining someone’s day, somewhere and sometime!

#tag game #mass effect #md answers

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ryaiga · 2 years ago

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WIP- Price x Reader (x Ghost maybe?)

Yes i know there isn’t a title to this, but wanted to see how others think about it. Here’s a small snippet from the first chapter, kinda aiming for 5k words minimum so it’ll take a bit of time till I feel satisfied with the first chapter. Not to mention college started. A/N: (N/N) Nickname, spacers/dividers by @mmadeinheavenn and @imlevis , not my Gif, found it on google.

Laswell had informed him of the prestigious yet silent soldier that was being considered for his team. He’d lost a recruit in an earlier deployment, one he took to heart. Like many from the past, another scar added, that lay permanent by his chest and the haunting that left him shaking and restless at night, another one failed by his very leadership. Making even the unshakeable captain wake in cold sweats and trembling and to his vices in the attempts to be grounded to earth once more. So to hear that he was getting a new member, that was asl or more skilled than the one before, meant that the military was willing to sacrifice yet another valuable asset if it meant that his team was complete from every angle. A well trained sniper, hardy in hand to hand, a versatile team player yet nothing more than your skills were known. Similar to his lieutenant, You were an enigma. Not even a drop of ink was placed about your past and how you came about the military. Your file had a picture, a battle hardened soldier who completed every mission with ease and precision of high caliber, but no other name besides (N/N). You hadn’t been rewarded with a callsign, no one knew enough about you to even give a title to your talents, unlike Soap or Ghost. Price read up on your previous missions, but to his disappointment (or amazement), every debrief on the details stated that no one saw how you executed. It was always done and over with by the time the rest came to you, and it happens within mere seconds. A regal display of crimson red, a mural of your skill assets that leaves even your lieutenant in fear of ever being your enemy. However, No one was ready for what was to come. For you’d gain a title like no other, a prestige as high as the greatest artist known to man, the difference being that it came not from art. But from your ungodly fits to kill and survive, a display left out to strike fear in any person who wronged you.

Price and his team sat in the helo, adrenaline slowly creeping along their nerves as they awaited for the pilot's call to jump. “Hope we get there in time, wouldn't it be good if we found ‘em KIA. Laswell seemed rather fond of the enigma.” Ghost briefly spoke, an utter breath that Price barely caught. Nodding in response, Price wanted to see what you were. How you handled the predicament you were in, knowing full well if it was one of his men, that they wouldn’t even think of breaking. Could he blame you? Not even your company had knowledge that you were against a group of skilled mercenaries guising as cartels selling American weapons on middle eastern soil. He’d seen what they’ve done to the soldiers before you, they never made it home and if they did, it was a closed casket ceremony. Needless to say you were in desperate need of saving if you even want to think of coming out alive. Ghost reminds the rest that they aren’t to hope too highly of your chances, another tag and body bag might be amongst them on their return. A slim chance that you’d even be crawling out that hellscape. It was a bad omen that Price hated, he didn’t like the thought of a rescue being a failed attempt before it even began. Before he could even try to save the person. The helo landed miles away from the building, too many for the team’s liking. It meant time was wasted traversing the dunes, and time was not on their side.

Sorry for any grammatical errors, it’s my first fanfic ;v; Any feed back is welcomed!

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #cod mw #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #cod price #captain price #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #wip #fic wip #snippet

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my-hot-awkward-turian-boyfriend · 9 months ago

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Mass Effect Tag Game

I stole this from @onedismay and anyone can now proceed to steal it from me

I am a fan since: The release of Legendary Edition, which came out on my birthday. And--1500+ hours of playtime later--It's the gift that keeps on giving lol

Favourite game of the series?: Mass Effect 2 is definitely my favourite because there just feels like there's so much more at stake and all the new characters introduced are great

MShep or FShep?: Most of my Sheps are women but I do have a few men even though I technically haven't played all of them yet

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: I know a lot of people probably consider this the boring option, but I do prefer Earthborn because, for whatever reason, I have a thing about my OCs never knowing their parents

Biotics or Tech: 100% tech, I don't fuck with biotics

Paragon or Renegade: My main Shep is renegade with a touch of paragon

Favourite Class: Infiltrator is my go-to class, but I'll admit that I don't have a lot of experience with any of the other classes

Favourite Companion: Uhm all the techies are essentially my faves lol so Garrus, Tali, EDI, Legion, Kasumi, and Mordin. I also adore Joker, who I feel like gets accidentally excluded a lot because he's not someone who can tag along on missions. Then I have a bit of a soft spot for Vega. Oh, and Aria is pretty much the only asari character I enjoy lol

Least favourite Companion: I might get hate for this, but Liara. I hate how forced she is on you in the first game, and the fact that that does change for the rest of the series makes me so uncomfortable. I literally don't even both talking to her. Ever. I forget she's there half the time. If it weren't for the couple missions in ME3 where you're forced to take her, she would never leave the ship

My squad selection: Garrus is almost always there. I've forced myself to broaden my selection in recent playthroughs and utilise (almost) everyone, but Garrus is still definitely a top pick. Tali is up there, as well. Frankly, this answer is essentially the same as my fave companion(s) plus Wrex

Favourite In-game romance: Garrus. The only romance I honestly give a shit about

Other pairings I like: Joker and EDI, 100%. I'm also into the Jack/Miranda pairing, and I enjoy the thought of Ash and James ending up together

Favourite NPC: This is probably the proper place to mention Joker and Aria, but I'm not going back to edit my other answer including them lol

Favourite Antagonist: I'm not sure I really have one. Saren had potential and it would've been neat if he had stuck around for at least another game, but obviously that didn't happen. The Illusive Man was kinda lame and just overall a nuance soooo idk Udina? lmao

Favourite Mission: I'm not entirely sure... I don't think I necessarily have a favourite because they're all mandatory, for the most part. Even if they're not mandatory story-wise, they are to level up so it's ike...idk none of them really stick out to me and I dread something about each of them, to be honest lol

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Obligatory Garrus answer, but then I also enjoy Tali's mission, uhm... Kasumi's is fun, Mordin's is good, aaaand that's probably it

Favourite DLC: Citadel, hands down. Just the absolutely campiness and insanity of it. I mean, it was a good way to lighten the mood of what the rest of ME3 is, so the ridiculousness of it was honestly much appreciated. A close second would probably be between Omega and Leviathan

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I prefer Synthesis. I don't give a shit what people say about it, I'm not going through all that bullshit of ending a 300-year long war between the Quarians and Geth just to fucking destroy the Geth in the end. It's pointless. Plus, I could never do that to EDI

Favourite Weapon: While I usually am the Infiltrator class, I always choose assault rifles as my specialisation (or just use them in general when I can), so in ME2 my go-to is the Mattock while in ME3 it's the Valkyrie or Chakram Launcher. As for sniper rifles, in ME2 it's the Viper and in ME3 it's the Valiant

Favourite Place: I enjoy Omega and Illium the most. I wish we could've explored them more because I feel like there was so much lost potential there.

A quote I like: "I won't let fear compromise who I am." ~Shepard. I would honestly get that tattooed on my body lol Garrus has a lot of good/funny quotes, too, especially in ME3 but that Shepard one is always the first to come to mind

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