#it still helped me with a couple details i needed :3c

[sunlaire]

360 the terror ship video

@apocalypticdemon, @dykeredhood, @johnnyy-guitarr

last google search, go

um. Tag four people.

what do they make sewer tunnels out of

@ncc1701ohno @affixjoy @the-magpieprince @twinkboimler

[sysig]

Striped (Patreon)

Bonus:

Obviously I bought it! The collar is Slightly odd with a stitch down the center, like a very shallow V Neck, and it’s quite big on me lol, but it’s very workable! And so soft, like you wouldn’t believe. Very comfy!

Also, pretty sure I’ve talked about this before, but here’s a refresher: I always pick up any Lalaloopsy from any second-hand shop I find them in, being out of production and so inexpensive and so cute - I’m a casual collector ♥ I never expect to see them, so I’m always so excited when they’re there! I actually managed to get three this time, not only with their original clothes, but also their shoes! (Why are they always missing their shoes?) And you’ll never guess which ones, what they were wearing:

It’s Rain E. and Storm E., with their black and white striped shirts!

We match <3 <3

[lord-squiggletits]

"blind Pharma au" Please tell me more 👀

Oh shit hiiiiii dsklfjsd I'll try to write down some sorta interesting details in bullet points, I don't really have a specific "plot" for it or anything it's literally just, "everything is the same but Pharma was born blind" so here goes. Also, warning for made-up medicine, sketchy biology/scientific knowledge, and lots of headcanons

Pharma was still a forged medic, only when he finished forging everything about him was top notch except his optics. They're still there on his face and look like any seeing mech's eyes, it's just that there's just no connection between his eyes and his brain for whatever reason

This leads to a lot of discussion of what classification he should be put underneath, as Pharma has beautiful medic hands (scientific class) but is also a flight frame (typically consigned to transportation or soldiering) but is blind so how is he supposed to do any of those things (disposable class)? Pharma is sitting there through all this and gets increasingly irate at these mechs calling him useless because he can't see and this is apparently a big deal. From Pharma's perspective, he has all the tools he needs to live a normal life, but apparently because he's not "seeing" there's something wrong with him

Pharma meanwhile was forged with plenty of extra strong senses including keen hearing, echolocation, electromagnetic sensors, sonar, etc even sensitive touch and taste and smell. He can walk around and avoid colliding with other mechs without aid. He can detect objects around him even if they're of very small size.

Somehow or another Pharma ends up successfully becoming a doctor (maybe they just decided they didn't want to waste a forged medic or something) and his medical hands + his increased senses actually allow him to do just fine. Things that other mechs would observe with their eyes, Pharma can sense through his hands but also unorthodox senses like tasting/smelling faint chemical traces in the air and being able to hear small changes in patients' organs and whatnot

Yes, Pharma gets a lot of questions about "but how can you fly if you're blind???" and his answer is always that his alt mode works just fine, he just avoids flying in the city because he doesn't want to get hit by anyone.

Which actually means that Pharma spends a lot of time living among ground-frames (taking public transportation instead of flying, living in an apartment with ground floors instead of high towers flight frames usually favor) and thus he becomes accustomed to near-constant attention and more or less being a spectacle. As a result, Pharma really doesn't like being stared at or having people crowd too close to him (sometimes people on the bus would get...touchy with him, with the wonder of seeing a flight frame on the ground and all).

Pharma could navigate on his own and do his job without disability aids, but he does buy a cane at some point just because it makes things a little easier (and also he can stab/whack people with it "by accident" if they get in his personal space)

Eventually, Pharma saves enough money from his job as a doctor to buy a seeing eye drone (this is why I was reblogging your art with "blind Pharma AU" :3c ). I imagine the drone also has flying capabilities and can augment Pharma's senses with its own due to some Cybertronian Bluetooth connection or something. It gives Pharma enough extra sensory and spatial information that he CAN do things like fly in crowded areas, since the drone can help him navigate traffic and guide him from open area to open area

Why doesn't Pharma just get his eyes fixed or something? A couple of reasons, one being that Pharma insists that there's nothing to fix out of pride. From the moment he came online people talked about him like he was defective just because he couldn't see, and frankly Pharma is so offended about it that he partially wants to remain blind just to spite everyone who thinks he's odd or can't be a good doctor

Another reason that Pharma doesn't "fix his eyes" could possibly be that the cause of his blindness isn't well known (he was forged, not cold constructed, which means there are no "schematics" to explain how each piece of his frame works) and Pharma is afraid of letting anyone tinker with his body or especially his brain without knowing exactly what the potential side effects of surgery could be. I mean, Pharma literally works for the Institute before the war; he knows exactly what things like shadowplay are capable of doing, and quite frankly, he doesn't want to even risk anyone getting inside of his brain and tampering with something that could completely alter his mind

That's about everything I can think of offhand ^_^ I'm happy to answer any follow-up questions or maybe dig through my Discord DMs if you want more details!

[ploodabloo]

Hello! I have decided to reopen my commissions now that Im much more comfortable with my art style now! I'm also opening these since I’m having trouble affording things so this would give me something else to do with my free time. Please read the rules before commissioning!

Rules

1. I have a set schedule I follow, I will finish all my work every Friday.

2. If I'm running behind I will notify you asap!

3. If you commission me Thursday night or Friday, expect the commission to be complete by the next Friday!

4. I request 50% payment upfront and 50% payment after the sketch, please respect that.

5. Please have the money immediately, I will not accept late payments or holds regardless of the situation

6. If you’d like to see my NSFW examples don’t hesitate to ask, I will be more than happy to send them!

7. If you’d like your piece in higher definition, I’d be more than happy to send it through discord or anywhere else besides Instagram (I know Instagram is messy with quality).

8. have the right to deny a commission if I'm not comfortable doing it or if I don’t have the time to do it at that moment.

9. I will have a written contract on google forms and I request your electronic signature of it, if you’re not comfortable with this then you don’t need to commission me.

10. I will have a list of people to do, however, once I hit the limit on that list I will close it until all commissions are done.

11. Please check up on me every now and be available when I complete the commission or if I have any questions or regards to your commission.

I Will Draw!

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Masculine characters

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Plus size

Facial hair

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Please Ask Me!

NSFW

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OC x Canon ship art

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I Won’t Draw!

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Propaganda

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Gore

Creepy/Horror

Insult to other people

Build A Character ($25+)

Need an OC but you have no clue how to make one or do you need a DND character? I’m here to help! I’ll have you answer a couple of questions about the character you’re making and I’ll send you 3 designs of said character! I will give the design and other simple so you can create the story and personality on your own. If you’d like to do this DM me for more details!

1. I will create a single character base but 3 different designs, and you’re allowed to keep all three of them whether for different characters or for the single character’s alternative outfits

2. All questions on the questionnaire are required unless there’s a mention of optional on them

3. If you have any issues with all three designs, I will be more than happy to recreate them again for free once. If there are still issues I will give a partial refund as I have given my time and product for this service.

4. If you’d like a more complex character it will cost extra based on how much you’d like on there.

Stickers (+$15)

I now offer a sticker option for your commissioned art! These will all be 3 inches x 3 inches and I will work with a company to send your custom sticker over. I will have a google forms sheet that will ask for your name and address so if you aren’t comfortable with that I wouldn’t recommend this service. If you are comfortable I’m more than happy to help you out!

1. These are for personal use only, do not use them for profit

2. If the sticker doesn’t come in, I will resend it, I do have tracking so I will check to see if it genuinely came in.

3. I will notify you when it shipped and I will notify you when it gets delivered, if you see it please notify me and don’t hesitate to share it on social media! I’d love to see it!

If you have any more questions please DM and I'll be more than happy to answer them! If you need more art examples my instagram user is @MeliiSama :3c

[yezielmoore]

16. Deiform (Interlude)

Ever wondered what Athene dreamed of in the Lifestream? :3c

Although, in all honestly, Athene doesn't dream. Her personal Echo let's her dreamwalk so she never dreams herself. But, well, they're trapped in a special place, after all, and her guest is pretty special herself. :)

6.2 SPOILERS

.-,-.

The dream was hazy, bleeding into static and white noise at the edges. It gave everything an even more unreal feeling than usual.

Athene had never seen a place like this before, although a part of her resonated strongly with it. The floating cages (test tubes?) guarding twin strands of red and blue, the uncanny sky or the floor with a symbol she had seen somewhere stamped everywhere. All of it was disturbing. All of it was achingly familiar.

However, nothing resonated more strongly than the plateau she was witnessing. A man and a woman having some sort of standoff and, to the side, a restrained child. She couldn't see their faces, but she didn't need to. She knew them (did she?)

The talk of transcending mortal limits was worrying, but in a distant way. Becoming as gods. Then heartbreak, so strong that even in memory it reached and dug fingers in her heart. Heartbreak that bled into rage and invited recklessness. A soul torn in two.

Athene gaped in disbelief.

The woman smiled.

It was so, so very familiar, like a book you read in childhood suddenly falling in your lap years later. You knew it, remembered it, but only in the most general of ways, the details filed off, the plot holes covered with imagination and nostalgia.

The child still hung in the air, forgotten.

The dream halted. A perfectly horrifying picture frozen in time. Athene blinked, she hadn't done that.

Then the woman looked at her. She was masked, but Athene had a feeling that, even if she weren't, she wouldn't be able to see her face. There was a distinctly distorted air around her. As if she existed and yet didn't.

She took a step towards her, breaking the picture. Athene twitched.

"I didn't expect to see a new face here," the woman commented lightly, as if talking about the weather or something equally inconsequential.

"And I didn't know the dead dreamed, so I suppose we are all learning new things." Athene retorted immediately, feeling defensive all of sudden. Alarm bells started ringing in her head.

The woman threw her head back and let out a bright laugh. "Oh my, how spirited." She cocked her head. "Tell me, little familiar, why have you come?"

Athene drew herself in offense. "I'm not a familiar!"

Another step forward.

"No… you're not. You're so much more, l̴̮͓̱̉i̵̳̥̓t̸̛̟ţ̷͍̟̑̾l̴̘̗̀̑͂e̷̖̻͆ ̶̢̞̉̃́m̵͈̠̅̿̍e̵̙̯͇͗." She smiled mysteriously. Athene's head hurt, the words lancing through her head and dissolving into static. "So what do you think?"

Immediately Athene knew what she was asking about. The man, the child, the wild impossible dreams of becoming gods.

"A waste," she responded tersely, tensing slightly as the woman advanced another step. "The rules exist for a reason."

"Ah little spark," she stopped a couple of feet away. This close Athene couldn't help but be intensely aware of the physical discrepancy between them. The woman was a giant in comparison. Her composed and regal bearing made her seem otherworldly. "You still have so much to learn."

Athene bristled but bit her tongue. Her head was pounding in a way that hadn't happened since the very first time she overused her Echo.

"You should wake up, little spark, before your fire goes out."

Athene almost snarled at that, if it was that simple then she'd have woken up as soon as she realized she had invaded a dream. (Was it a dream though?) However, even as she thought that, she could see the dream starting to dissolve, the cages, the sky, the boy and the man, one by one they disappeared, until it was just them.

She was still smiling.

"Until next time."

.

Athene woke up with a start, breath coming harshly.

"Bad dreams?" came Funana's tired voice. It had been another sleepless night for the lalafell, it seemed.

Athene opened her mouth to agree, but paused as she tried to recall it and came up empty. A feeling of dread stirred in her soul.

"I… I don't know."

Sheets rustled as Funana sat up. Even with their best efforts the room wasn't truly dark, so Athene could see the worried frown Funana threw her way. "I thought you don't forget Dreams."

"I don't."

[pika-ace]

I FINALLY SAW THE IN THE HEIGHTS MOVIE

HOLY SHIT

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I JUST WITNESSED MANNA FROM THE FUCKING GODS

My skin is clear, my children are fed, and my crops are thriving and I have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT IT

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Seriously, do not read if you want to see the movie, I want you to experience this emotional ride yourselves

- I don't really need to talk about the music because, as expected, it was top-notch. Everyone was great, great voices, god-tier dancing, just good shit all around

- Songs are cut and things are changed, but honestly, NOTHING was lost so there's no need to worry. For every story element they take away, they add SO MUCH MORE with the changes they made to make up for it. It's like ITH for the first time all over again :D

- First up, Usnavi. MY GOD ANTHONY RAMOS, I AM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SLEEPING ON YOU FOR SO LONG! I never paid him any mind back in the day because his face was just plastered all over Lams stuff (UGGGGH) so seeing him doing his own thing SEPARATE from that? I WAS ONCE BLIND BUT NOW I SEE

- The whole beach story-telling thing was throwing me off the whole time. I remember how PETRIFIED everyone was when the trailers showed that, but I had faith that there was a point to it and I WAS RIGHT!! The SECOND Sonny pointed out that green crab he painted, it was like a slap in the face, and when Usnavi started his whole 'There goes my flight' part, my cousin and I silently fist pumped in pure joy

- Also, USNAVI👏AND👏VANESSA👏AS👏MARRIED👏BUSINESS👏PARTNERS👏FUCKING👏ALL👏MY👏YES (Why did none of us think of this before????)

- USNAVI AND VANESSA GETTING A CANONICAL DAUGHTER, FUCKING YES PLEASE, PUT THAT HAT ON HER HEAD

- Next, Nina. Just...OH her voice...so soft...so gentle...I could fall asleep to that shit...

- The extra details of her being discriminated against at Stanford, just...DAMN, that shit HURTED. Best Girl doesn't deserve that shit!!!

- And her deciding to go back after learned that Sonny wants to be like her but can't due to discrimination just...BEST GIRL

- Benny just...OOZED charm, man. It almost makes me sad that he and Nina didn't play as big a role in the movie as they did in the play compared to Usnavi and Vanessa. ALMOST.

- Speaking of, Vanessa got an expanded role, HELL TO THE FUCKING YES. (She got a last name change from Otilla Garcia to Morales, but hey, her last name was just a workshop thing anyway so it's JUST not-canon enough to make changing it acceptable)

- Vanessa being the one who decided on the mural thing and getting Pete and Sonny to help just...BEAUTIFUL. That's TRUE LOVE right there

- Lin as Piragua Guy and Chris Jackson as Mr. Softee; that was the funniest meta shit I've EVER seen.

- I?? Did not expect?? To come out of this LOVING Kevin Rosario??? Like, he was SO MUCH BETTER and less antagonistic??? And I LOVED IT??

- Seriously though, getting rid of his prejudice against Benny was THE MOST WELCOME CHANGE in this whole movie (to me at least). When those two were together in the dispatch during the Blackout and helping people, that was just *chef's kiss* That was the pseudo-father-son shit I have been CRAVING for those two!

- Blackout was much less scary and chaotic than we were led to believe in the stage play; a part of me was disappointed, but the way they made it with everyone taking it in stride made up for it. It was like 'Aw dammit, blackout! Welp, bust out the fireworks and the Bingo boards, we're gonna be in the dark for a while, you all know the drill.'

- Also, lights turning back on RIGHT after Carnival del Barrio? Nice touch 👌

- Pete was SO GOOD. Favorite scene:

Usnavi, with Sonny: You're out here; who's watching the store? *points to Pete who's booking it out of the store having stolen something*

Sonny: *runs after him* PETE NO, YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!!

- Age gap still seems a bit ambiguous between Sonny and Pete, so until confirmation is given, this pairing is staying EXPLICITLY in the stage version tag on Ao3 XD

- PETE PROVIDING VANESSA WITH INSPIRATIONAL MATERIALS, THAT IS A FACET OF FRIENDSHIP I NEVER KNEW I WANTED

- Also, appreciate Usnavi being MUCH less antagonistic towards Pete, just treating him as an annoying kid that enjoys getting a rise out of him rather than a vandal that's a bad influence who Usnavi WILL call the cops on if pushed.

- Daniela and Carla were REALLY awesome together and I'm DOWN for them being a couple, even though Hollywood STILL decided to be cowards about it with no on-screen kiss or mention that they were girlfriends (come on guys, it's 2021, stop hiding the gays!!)

- Abuela. ABUELAAAAAAAA. NEED I SAY MORE????

Usnavi: I wanna take you and Sonny to DR

Abuela: I'm not leaving without Sonny

Me: MY QUEEN, YEEEEES

- When I saw her lying down during Blackout and staring at Usnavi and Sonny and then started transitioning into Paciencia y Fe, my writer brain IMMEDIATELY began putting those metaphor pieces together and was like 'No...no no no no NO, don't you do this to me, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS TO ME-'

- Alabanza had me sobbing; no comment.

- The lotto money twist was SO GOOD??? Like, my cousin and I were VERY concerned when it wasn't brought up AT ALL, but then when it turns out she saved the ticket to give to Usnavi as a final gift after her death just...TEARS EVERYWHERE

- And last but not least...Sonny. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny SONNYYYYYYYYYYY! My son, my child, the light of my life, the stars in my sky, was given justice on this day!!!

- HE HAS A DAD!! IT'S A SHITTY DAD BUT HE HAS A PLACE TO LIVE!!! IT'S BETTER THAN WHAT WE HAD BEFORE AND I THANK BASED LMM FOR GIVING MY BOY THE BACKSTORY HE DESERVED!! (Fanfic writers, I expect MOUNTAINS of angst and hurt/comfort from you all with this new material!)

- RIP Smol Sonny, but that baby face of his MORE than made up for it :3c

- Usnavi WANTING to take Sonny to DR right off the bat, just...THANK YOU. That was DESPERATELY NEEDED and was even wrapped up early and neatly with Sonny saying to Usnavi 'Nah, I grew up here in NY, I have no memories of DR but YOU do, so if you wanna go, then go, I like it here.' and since he HAS A FUCKING HOME here, the worry for his well-being is GONE and it feels GOOD.

- Learning Sonny was undocumented was a PUNCH IN THE FUCKING HEART! My mind IMMEDIATELY reminded me when his dad asked Usnavi why he only paid Sonny in cash and the FACE HE MADE when Nina said that undocumented kids can't get in college just BABY NOOOOOOOOOO

- Usnavi. Using. The goddamn lotto money. TO GET SONNY DOCUMENTED. MY DE LA VEGA COUSIN LOVING HEART HAS FUCKING ASCENDED AND IS NEVER COMING BACK DOWN. DADNAVI SUPREMACY.

Do I have ANY gripes with this movie? Yes, I do.

THEY FUCKING KILLED CAMILA. I DO NOT APPRECIATE BEST MOM GETTING THE DISNEY TREATMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH >:/

Other than that though, this movie is a 10/10, go see it. Right now. I mean it.

[pioneergirlsie]

Hope is Like the Sun || Part 2

Part 1 || Part 3 || Masterlist

Poe Dameron x fem!reader/OC

Summary: Poe sees potential in you. That’s why he has a series of special surprises for the Resistance’s newest pilot.

A/N: Thank you for all the support I’ve gotten so far for this series! Please feel free to send me ideas, feedback, or anything! Also, please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist.  

Either Poe Dameron had some serious pull in the Resistance’s decision-making process, or you’d done incredibly well on your flight assessment because the very next day, Commander Dameron personally came to inform you that you were now officially a Resistance pilot. You clasped your hands together and pressed them to your mouth when he told you, trying to resist the urge to do a little happy dance. You couldn’t help the little squeal of excitement that escaped your mouth.

Poe laughed, clearly enjoying your display of happiness.  “You haven’t even heard the best part yet!”

“What’s the best part?” you asked suddenly, a nervous pit growing in your stomach despite knowing that this was good news.

“Well, Red Squadron just so happens to have an opening,” he said before pausing, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “How would you like to fly Red Five?”

It took a minute for the news to settle in. Your eyes went wide, and you realized your mouth was hanging open. You started to laugh and finally let yourself do a tiny happy dance.

“No way. No way!” you cried. “You’re joking!”

He just shook his head, smiling wide. The corners of his eyes crinkled up when he smiled that big. “You know Luke Skywalker flew Red Five at the Battle of Yavin, right? And you’re telling me I’m Red Five?” you laugh again in disbelief.

“I was hoping you’d pick up on that!” Poe said. The pride was evident in his voice. “A legendary callsign for a future legendary pilot.”

“Almost as legendary as you?” you tease. “I’ve heard that you’re the best pilot in the Resistance.”

“Hey now,” Poe said, holding up his hands as if to slow you down. “I wasn’t the one who came up with that.”

“Sure you weren’t.”

You weren’t usually one to banter so easily with someone you’d just met, but Poe was different. Somehow, you felt like you’d known him your whole life even though you truly barely knew each other.

“Well, do you wanna see her?” Poe asked after you finished laughing.

“See who?”

“Your ship!”

You practically ran to the hangar, stopping short when Poe said, “There she is!”

The T-70 X-Wing had a red stripe painted on it. Slowly working your way around it, you let your hand trail over the ship, taking in every detail. A dent there, a scratch here. It was beautiful.

You place a hand on the ladder to the cockpit, glancing over at Poe as if to ask permission. He nods, and you scramble up into the seat. The ship is definitely sleeker than the old T-65s with some much-needed upgrades in the cockpit. You softly grip the stick, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. If only your dad could see you now.

“Whatcha think?” Poe asked. He’d climbed the ladder, too, and was practically hanging off the side of your ship.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, still taking everything in. You could feel Poe’s eyes on you, reveling in your happy moment. 

“Well, I’ve got another surprise for you before Red Leader wants to run some drills with you to make sure you’re mission-ready.”

“Another surprise?” you laughed. “This is too much already.”

“Too bad. You have to have another one,” Poe laughed along with you before working his way down. “Commander’s orders.”

“Well, I suppose if it’s orders, I don’t have a choice,” you teased, following close behind him.

As you make your way through the base, an orange-and-white blur zipped past you, narrowly avoiding tripping you up on its way to Poe. The droid beeped excitedly.

“Hey buddy!” Poe greeted his droid. “What’s up? Is everything ready?”

You don’t know much binary, but you caught a little of BB-8’s message confirming that everything was, in fact, ready. He seemed really excited about whatever it is.

Poe just grinned at you as you kept walking. The faint sound of binary chatter grew louder as you reached your destination. Poe steered you inside a large workshop filled with droids, parts, and tools. A few mechanics fiddled around at various stations around the room. Finally, your attention landed on a small line-up of droids that BB-8 whirled up to.

“What’s this?” you asked, looking over at Poe.

“You’ve gotta pick a droid to fly with!” he said proudly, gesturing to the group.

“But how in the galaxy am I supposed to pick one?” you ask, a little overwhelmed.

“You’ll know,” Poe assured you.

The droids ranged from ancient R2 models to a couple newer BB units. They all chattered excitedly. One blue-and-green BB unit just couldn’t seem to contain its excitement, rolling forward toward you. You crouched down next to it.

“Hey,” you smiled. “What’s your name?”

The droid beeped happily, letting out a whole string of excited chatter. Unfortunately, you only caught bits and pieces, but thankfully Poe translated.

“She says she’s BB-3C, and she hopes you’ll pick her because she’s new here, too, but that doesn’t mean she’s not good at her job. She wants to assure you that she’s the best—” BB-8 chattered indignantly here, interrupting BB-3C’s ramble. “I know, buddy,” Poe responded with a laugh before continuing. “BB-3C would also like to tell you that she thinks you have a lovely smile.” Was Poe blushing after that last bit? It was hard to tell.

“Well, Threecee,” you said, laying a hand on her head. “Is it alright if I call you that?”

The droid beeped in the affirmative.

“Perfect. Threecee, would you do me the honor of flying with me?”

Threecee let out a loud whir of excitement, zipping several circles around you. You laughed as you stood back up.

“I think that’s a yes,” you said to Poe.

“We better get back to the hangar. Your new squad leader’s anxious to meet you,” Poe said.

You nodded. Your new friend Threecee followed you both out the door along with BB-8. You were a Resistance pilot. You were Red Five. You were ready.

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Taglist: @agentmalfoy24601​ @sunch1ld

[gretehart]

IM ALIVE (NEW UPDATES AND MORE!!)

HI GUYS! So I know I disappeared for... a couple months.. now.. KGJHS

Things have- as you might have guessed- been really crazy and I just hadn't had the energy to draw or interact outside of my immediate circles n all @_@

BUT New month! New plans! New and Better me!!

I wont get into details of it all, but after such mental exhaustion and general craziness/stress of life, I'm finally gaining my energy back and even seeing a therapist and psychiatrist, and feeling more like myself again ♥

And with that, there are New Announcements as well! Regarding things like art, freebies, artfight, and more!So let's get right into it!!

Firstly; Yes I am drawing again! Starting this Monday, July 5th, I will be back to streaming just about daily! I plan to do a Monday-Friday schedule streaming.

Mondays will be for warm-ups and doodles (maybe throw in some quick freebies in there >:3c wink wonk) Tuesdays through Thursdays will switch up between Patreon Rewards, Commissions, Trades/Artfight, etc. And Fridays will either be for more Personal works or just fun stuff! Whether freebies or other things! A sort-of winding down thing!!

NOW GRANTED: I may not instantly follow through this schedule, as I dont wanna overwhelm myself, but I figured having a sort of routine should at the least help! That way I can give myself breaks throughout the week and have the weekends for relaxing (when Im not doing the freebie streams!)

Which brings me to my next thing-

Freebie streams are coming back!

I do plan on doing the weekend freebie streams as before- they just may not be until later this month! That way I have time to get back into the rhythm of drawing and not immediately throw myself into the midst of everything (that wont turn out well JGHJHSD)

So although i dont have set dates I will keep you guys updated! <3

Patreon Rewards!

I know Im extremely behind on rewards, but I do plan on getting those done! Slowly but surely!

I will be working on the earlier ones through this upcoming week, and (hopefully) get in July's rewards in before the month ends! So if you Patrons want to, you can send me your requests for this month! (Please wait until after the 5th tho!! When the payments are processed/deposited!) I will make an announcement for rewards as per usual.

For those of you not already, You can be a supporter on my Patreon here, and depending on your tier, have access to my Discord server where you get access to posts and things before anywhere else!! (And even other things >:3c )

Commissions!

I dont know if I will be re-opening my commissions this month, but if so it probably wont be for a couple weeks at least- Until I can get my bearings again.

For those that have commissioned me already, I will be eventually reaching out to you to either work out a refund or some sort of compromise! I know a LOT of you who commissioned me have been waiting months if not a whole year for your commission, so I completely understand if you want your money back! If you absolutely do not mind the wait then we will figure out the deets on getting your commission done within the next couple of months!

Thank you guys so much for those who have been patient with me on that ;3; i owe you my life Artfight!! WOOO

Since July already started, Artfight 2021 has been an absolute hit already, and Im already so happy and proud of everyone doing so well in those! And I DO plan to participate this year as well, but i just may be a bit late to the party as I still have to catch up on my profile (and of course actually drawing so-) I will (eventually) update my page for that, but you guys are welcome to check my page out regardless!!

(ALSO: My girlfriend Noxxi-a has joined the site as well!! Go check her page out >:3c)

I think??? That about covers everything, but if there's anything else I need to bring up, I will let you guys know!!

Thank you guys- again, numerous times- SO SO MUCH for being so incredibly patient with me and for understanding!!

You guys are the best and idk where I would be without you all <3

[headoverjojo]

AAAAAAA ASK BOX IS OPEN AAAA. So, uh, can I ask for either a scenario or hcs for fem s/o (or wife :3c) caressing and tracing Giorno's tattoos while they cuddle? Perhaps after an intimate night? I don't know, surprise me? uwu

Hi Lena! Sure thing! Sorry it’s not a scenario, and sorry if it went weeellll a bit far from fluffy in a couple of points, I couldn’t help myself-

Don Giovanna’s s/o caresses and traces Giorno’s tattoos while they’re cuddling

(Under the cut for length!)

During the years after that terrible week, Giorno found other methods to honor his fallen comrades. Other than always remembering them in everything he did and trying to act in the fairest way towards his subordinates, as they would have wanted, he got tattoos; a chest tattoo that matched Bruno’s chest tattoo, Narancia’s favourite flower, the one Giorno made grow to protect him in Rome, on his arm and Moody Blues’ last replay numbers on his shoulder. Then, when he met his girlfriend who became, then, his wife, another tattoo was added to the ones he already had: a ring tattoo, with a small and detailed sunflower, the same tattoo on his wife’s ring finger.

He was holding her close, as always, after an intimate moment, relishing in her comforting warmth and scent that always seemed to keep far bad thoughts and nightmares -and, oh, after everything he had seen, Giorno had a lot of nightmares-, when he felt a more peculiar touch than the ones he was used to. Opening his eyes, he glanced down, and he saw his wife, safely nestled in his embrace, gently tracing the intricate arabesques tattooed on his chest with the tip of her finger. She was barely brushing his skin, but Giorno felt those touches deep in his soul, like she was following not just a tattoo, but something more intimate, more important than that.

Seeing Giorno’s lost gaze, like when he was remembering something from his past, G/N asked him what was wrong. Maybe she was annoying him… after snapping back and recognizing the gaze in her eyes, Giorno rushed to reassure her: she wasn’t annoying him, not even a bit! It was just… it was hard to explain, even for a person like Giorno, so fluent with words. However, he did his best, deciding that, well, it was time to disclose to her that part of his past that he never mentioned, if not briefly and rarely.

So, he finally explained her the meaning of his tattoos; he talked about Bruno’s kindness and charisma, he told her how Abbacchio fought for the truth’s sake literally ‘till his last breath, and he smiled when he remembered Narancia’s bravery and energy. G/N could see in his eyes and the way they both softened and saddened that, even if he had spent just a little time with those people, they had left a deep mark in him and that they, or better, their memory, influenced him a lot. And, hearing his words, G/N could understand why. And now she could also understand why her touch had affected him so much; it was like touching a sort of relic, an important memento…

So, when he finished his story, she lifted her head, to look in his eyes, finding them a bit misty, a bit blurred. She didn’t comment it, knowing that Giorno didn’t like a lot to show weakness and, especially, to cry; she just bent her head down, softly kissing his brow, free from his iconic hair donuts, and then his lips, murmuring that she knew that they would have been proud of what he had done in those years, of the man he had become… and the simple thought of it, the thought of having made Bruno, Abbacchio and Narancia actually proud, wherever they were, undid Giorno. The powerful Don hid his face in G/N’s shoulder, and she didn’t say anything when she felt his tears soaking the sleeve of her pijama; he needed to finally vent it…

After that night, Giorno actively sought for her touch on his tattoos. It was comforting and relaxing, and, even if sometimes his soul still ached, when memories emerged on the surface, it wasn’t anymore a totalizing painful ache, but a more bittersweet one; yes, it pained him that they weren’t here, but he was making them proud. G/N noticed how Giorno was visibly more relaxed, when they were cuddling, now, and she always indulged in gentle caresses on his tattoos, and, now that she fully knew their meaning, it was even more intimate and private, something just between them and no one else.

[gumnut-logic]

We’ll Be Home For Christmas 1.1

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day One – A Tale of a Fateful Trip – Part 1 (Prologue)

Author: Gumnut

8 Dec 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 3490

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven’t seen it yet.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph

This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic and it is a big one ::headdesk:: I hope you enjoy it. I know I have thoroughly enjoyed researching a gorgeous corner of this planet.

Many thanks to @vegetacide and @scribbles97 for cheering me on and their wonderful support through this craziness. And to @onereyofstarlight for geeking out with me over the setting.

And as always, thank you all for creating such a fantastic fandom. Thundernerds rock! I hope you all have a wonderful festive season. Thank you all so much for everything.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

 Day One: A Tale of a Fateful Trip

Virgil was miserable.

Pain was minimal as long as he didn’t move too much. He didn’t really even need any of the painkillers that he was given to take with him at the hospital. It was just that he knew his brothers were tired, and despite the attractions of the beautiful city of Auckland, all they really wanted to do was go home.

His brothers could quite easily do just that. The ‘birds were at the local GDF base, it would be a matter of minutes and they would be home. But Virgil wasn’t allowed off the ground, they wouldn’t risk him and they wouldn’t leave him behind, no matter how many times he told them to do just that.

The glare Scott raked him with the last time he suggested it had been scathing.

Didn’t make him feel any better.

Grandma, of course, sensed his sadness and was known to slip up behind the couch he was chained to and wrap her arms around him. She kissed his hair and mumbled reassuring words in his ear.

He was ever so grateful, but he was still miserable.

Balled up cartridge paper lay about his feet. His pencil just wouldn’t create anything of value. Creating gave him a boost, and he desperately wanted to feel something positive, so he persisted, but the pile of balled up paper at his feet just got bigger and in the end he threw the pad and pencil aside, wincing when the pencil hit the table and likely destroyed the lead inside.

With a groan he levered his feet onto the couch and curled up into a flinching ball of misery.

His brain conveniently listed off all the positives about his life, everything he should be thankful for and all the reasons he shouldn’t be feeling sorry for himself. That just made him angry and annoyed that he was so pathetic.

God, he hated this.

He wasn’t really that ill. Just had some small difficulty moving and couldn’t fly to go home.

His family was suffering and it was all his damn fault.

“Hey, Virg?” The voice was soft, but it was definitely Scott testing to see if he was awake.

“What?” So he was grumpy, big deal.

“You’re awake.”

Well, yeah. He didn’t answer that.

Scott edged into his line of sight. Maybe his brother sensed his foul mood.

Of course, that thought just made him feel worse. The word ‘burden’ came to mind.

He closed his eyes, took a second, and then forced himself once again upright. Familiar hands reached into help, gently holding his shoulders until he was steady. “I’m fine.”

Scott shifted the detritus over on the coffee table and sat down in front of Virgil, his long frame folding neatly and a lot smoother than Virgil had any hope of achieving at the moment. “How would you like to go home?”

Virgil looked up at him. “How? I can’t fly.”

“Flight is only one way to get to Tracy Island.” He smiled. “We have a very versatile aquanaut on our team.”

Virgil stared at him. “Thunderbird Four? It’s just as pressurised as Two. Carries the same risks.”

The smile softened. “No, Virgil, Gordon can pilot more than a submarine. He’s bought us a boat.”

“A boat?”

“Actually, technically it is a yacht and a luxury one at that.” Gordon’s grin was broad and eager as he entered the room. “All aboard for Tracy Island, bro. She’s got all the perks and enough under the hood to get us there in time for Christmas.”

Virgil stared at him. Then stared at Scott. “Really?”

Scott’s smile was a sight. “I really don’t know why we didn’t think of it earlier.”

“Because all you pilot types live in the clouds.” Gordon strode up to his eldest brother and dug him one in the ribs before turning to Virgil. “So, what do you say, Virg? Up for a little cruise? Should take us about three days. Kayo and Grandma have gone Christmas shopping and will likely haul half of New Zealand’s food supply back in Two. Scott’s already stashed One and Tracy Two can stay until we need to pick her up.” Gordon had obviously worked out all the details. His brother was literally bouncing where he stood. But then it wasn’t often the aquanaut got to ferry his family around.

Virgil stared at his brothers. “Us three?”

Scott’s smile became a grin. “No, us five. All of us.”

“Five bachelors cruising on the open sea.” Gordon waved his hand across the room as if peering into a far horizon.

Virgil arched an eyebrow at him. All of them. All five brothers. Together. On a boat. For three days. His gaze turned to Scott. “You sure you want to do this?”

There was something in his brother’s blue eyes. “I’m sure.”

Virgil straightened where he sat. Surprisingly, he felt lighter, more positive. Could be the energy radiating off Gordon. His brother was always a bucket of sunshine in the rain. “Okay. When do we leave?”

“Yes.” Gordon actually fist pumped the air. Virgil couldn’t help but grin. “Now, big bro, pack your bags, we are going now.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Now?” That explained why he had been alone all morning.

But Scott had already started moving, Virgil’s meagre pile of supplies being shoved into the overnight bag that had sufficed for his hospital stay. “Well, we want to be home for Christmas, so we have to get going.”

Virgil moved to stand up.

Gordon stepped in front of him. “Hey, no, you stay there. This is a full service operation, Virg. We’ve got this.”

Another arched eyebrow was an answer to that, but Gordon was as good as his word and before Virgil could think twice, he was in a car, luggage in the trunk and on his way to the docks.

-o-o-o-

Scott was tired. It had been a long...well, everything. International Rescue never stopped, Tracy Industries never stopped and apparently, his brothers never stopped.

Virgil had scared him.

Okay, so nowadays appendicitis was a mild inconvenience, but in the past it was a killer and a painful and sudden one at that. Perhaps it was because it was something innocuous, something not related to a rescue and so out of the blue that it knocked Scott around so badly. But what worried him more was that his brother had ignored the warning signs of serious illness in favour of International Rescue. It wasn’t the first time and he wasn’t the only one of the brothers to do such a thing. Hell, Scott himself had done it. Lives had been saved despite injury and illness many times. But perhaps this was a louder warning. Perhaps they should be taking better care of themselves.

Grandma’s scathing words had driven it home. The Tracys were taking this Christmas off. They were due the time, they were tired, Virgil was ill. Any of those three on their own were cause for concern. All three together forced their matriarch to lay down the law.

Scott knew his place.

And she was right.

But their dilemma was a frustrating one. None of his brothers, particularly John, could fully relax away from home. There were celebrity issues to begin with, and this forced idleness rankled badly.

So, when Gordon suggested they go home via sea, Scott jumped on the idea wondering why he hadn’t thought of it earlier. Three days on the ocean. They would still be idle, but they would be away from restrictions, out beneath the blue sky and they could be home for Christmas.

And how long had it been since all five of them had been together like that? Had it happened since they were children on one of Dad’s road trips?

Scott swallowed as the car with himself, Virgil and Gordon made its way down to the docks. The sight of the ocean lifted his spirits more than he would ever admit to his aquanaut brother.

The vehicle slipped through a security checkpoint and into a private area.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Gordon was bouncing again, this time in his seat. The aquanaut was going to have the time of his life over this little trip. Scott couldn’t help but smile at his happiness.

And yes, the boat was a gorgeous craft, even to a flyboy like himself. She had clean lines and looked fast sitting still. White with a streak of yellow down her length...no doubt, very recently applied along with the name on her bow, A Little Lightning.

She was large, but not huge. Just big enough for five tired brothers to live in comfort and fly fast over the waves.

Gordon was spouting off her specs to a politely interested Virgil. Scott tilted his head to one side...no, that spark in his engineer brother’s eyes spoke of genuine curiosity. Scott smirked just a little. Might need to watch Virg for the first couple of days to keep him out of the engine. He could pull it apart and put it back together once they were home and he was better.

Scott lent his brother a hand to get out of the car. He was still walking slowly, careful of his incisions, but he was a touch straighter than a couple days ago and he was off medication - though that was no surprise. Getting him to take any medication at any time was a challenge.

“She’s beautiful, Gordon. How did you find her so fast?”

Their brother grinned. “I have friends, Virg. You know, those people you can share a drink with from time to time.”

Virgil’s flat eyed glare was more fond than exasperated. “How much money did you throw at these friends?”

A shrug was all the answer he gave. “It’s worth it.”

“Give me a number and I’ll throw it your way.” Virgil was sincerity itself.

“Forget it, bro. Not required.” The hand waved in Virgil’s direction was entirely dismissive. “Just have a look, Virg. This girl has speed!” And the discussion devolved into specs again as the two of them walked towards the pier.

Hmm, apparently, Scott was cabin boy today.

To be honest, he didn’t care.

Loading himself with luggage, he followed their slow progress onto the dock.

-o-o-o-

John wasn’t much of a sailor, but when Gordon suggested the trip, he jumped on it.

Out in the middle of the ocean he could see the stars unhindered, it would be quiet except for the wind, water and their boat and, to be honest, it would be good to just be with his brothers uninterrupted.

And besides, on Earth, the ocean was the closest he could get to the weightless freedom of space.

So the astronaut was happy to help prep the boat. Being a resident of Tracy Island required at least some marine knowledge for safety’s sake and it felt good to exercise it for a change.

Alan was a little less enthusiastic until John mentioned a new video game recently released in beta. He had meant to mention it to his littlest brother some weeks ago, but life got in the way. Years ago, the two of them used to tackle each other in various games and they hadn’t done so in ages. John had contributed to this game at the request of a couple of associates from college. It was a high level space simulator matched with an adventure storyline. It should have a good enough mix of reality and fantasy to keep the hi-octane teenager amused in those moments of too much quiet.

Gordon had already allocated some time to some extra-curricular activities around the Kermadec Island group south of Tracy Island, so there would be plenty of the softer sciences to go around somewhere in their second day of the voyage.

John smiled at Gordon’s reaction to the term ‘softer sciences’. He hadn’t known his younger brother actually knew the definition of the word he used. Then again usage didn’t always prove understanding. A few more words in Swedish at a later date should clarify that situation.

As he placed the last of their food supplies into refrigeration, he heard the first distant rumble of a familiar voice, followed by the excited chatter of his aquanaut brother.

His smile widened and he made his way out onto the deck. Virgil had an arm tight against his belly, but his expression was excited as Gordon rabbited on about the engine specifications of his new boat.

Well, John, Alan and Scott had contributed to the cost of the boat, but it really was Gordon’s regardless. None of them really cared about it other than it getting them and their brothers home safely. Gordon was the one who loved a good ocean-going vessel and this was definitely a brilliant contender.

John rolled his eyes at Virgil as he offered him a hand getting onboard and his brother grinned at him. A few solid steps and the engineer got his feet securely on the boat. His brown eyes caught John’s and he suddenly found himself caught in one of his bear hugs. Perhaps not as rigorous as usual, but just as warm.

John couldn’t help, but hug back.

“Hey, where’s mine? This was my idea, after all.”

Virgil laughed and wrapped his arms around Gordon. “Thanks, fishy.” It was brief, but all three men were grinning as the two brothers separated.

“Well, that’s sweet and all, but some of us have to work for a living.” John smirked as Scott arrived at the water’s edge draped in luggage. A quick leap onto the dock and he helped him shed bags and the odd suitcase and with Gordon’s help, lug them onto the yacht.

Virgil was hugging Alan, who had emerged from the cabin.

John nudged Scott. Under his breath, “He okay?”

“Seems happy enough about the boat.” A sigh. “Looked miserable enough to sink it before I told him.”

“Let’s hope it cheers him up.”

“Let’s hope it cheers us all up. It’s Christmas, for crying out loud.” Scott grabbed the bag with Virgil’s art equipment, which had been added to without the artist’s knowledge and clambered onto the boat and headed in the direction of the cabin assigned to Virgil.

Gordon had dragged Virgil up to what he called ‘The Bridge’, what Scott called ‘The Cockpit’ and what was blatantly and obviously the control centre of the yacht - it would be flyboys versus fish for the entire voyage, no doubt. Said fish could be heard still babbling excitedly to his engineer brother.

John made a note to rescue the invalid if necessary.

Between John and Scott, they unloaded the last pieces of luggage and sent the driver on his way with a generous tip. John ran the supplies list through his head. Gordon had managed all the permits and regulations an international voyage by sea required and there were quite a few. There was less red tape in space.

Of course, when your daughter is an AI, the red tape moves just that little faster. And yes, he did smile to himself. He couldn’t help it.

-o-o-o-

A Little Lightning left dock just after the tide turned midafternoon. It would have been better to leave early in the morning, but time was what it was and they set out when they could. It had been decided that between the autopilot and four out of five brothers and no, Virgil, you are not piloting this ship, so forget it, they could make up the time overnight.

“It’s a boat, Scott.”

“Semantics, Gordon.”

“Reality, Scott.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Are we going to hear this discussion the entire way?” He had stashed himself in a comfortable seat at the back of the ‘bridge’. He had a great view of Waitemata Harbour as they cruised slowly past the CBD of Auckland itself. The weather was fantastic and the sea calm as glass. The forecast said the same for the next three days and the only stormy hints were in his brothers’ eyes.

“Regardless of the type of craft, Virgil, you aren’t able to drive a car at the moment, much less pilot a boat.” Emphasis was put on the word ‘boat’ as his eldest brother glared like a petulant child at his aquanaut brother.

“Fine. I’ll be chauffeured.”

Gordon snorted as he directed the yacht between past an incoming liner. “Now you know how it feels.”

“Know what feels?”

“Not being allowed to drive.”

Virgil glared at his brother, but couldn’t think of an adequate retort.

Alan snickered.

“Shut up, Alan.” Okay, so perhaps Gordon had a point. “She’s my ‘bird, Gordon.”

“It’s okay, Virg. We understand, don’t we, guys.” Gordon grinned back at him. John smiled. Alan rolled his eyes.

Scott shrugged. “I don’t have a problem. Virgil doesn’t hesitate to let me fly Thunderbird Two.”

“You’re hardly ever on Two.”

“So? Virgil doesn’t have a problem with me flying Two, do you Virg?”

Four pairs of eyes stared at him in challenge, but not all from the same perspective.

“Er...”

“You think Scott is a better pilot that the rest of us?” Alan was always the direct one.

Virgil opened his mouth, but his eldest brother beat him to it. “I am a better pilot than all of you.”

“What?!” It was an offended scoff from the two youngest.

“Though I will admit that you each have your specialities with your ‘birds. Virgil is much better with Two than I am, for example.”

“And you are totally pathetic in Four, let me tell you.” Gordon was staring out across the bow, but there was still a smirk on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“Who buried my girl in sea sludge recently?”

“That was unavoidable.”

Gordon spun on the spot. “What?! You’re still claiming you had no choice? I gave you recommendations on comms, you ignored them and look what happened, oh mighty pilot. You may be the greatest in the air, but you suck underwater, Scott, face it.”

“And I can run rings around you in Three, trust me on that.” Alan folded his arms and stuck his nose in the air.

“Hey!” Virgil shouted and cut off the discussion. “What the hell? You’re all damn good and fine pilots, no matter the craft. So, I’m a control freak with my girl. You’re all the same. When was the last time I piloted any of your craft? I’m fully trained and fully capable as any of you are, but she is my ‘bird and while I’m alive and kicking, I will fly her. That is no reflection on your capability, only on mine. And for god’s sake, get over it.”

Okay, so he got a little angry. It wasn’t his best attempt at diffusing an argument, ever, but the dumb ass looks directed at him were at least silent ones.

“Now stop fighting and let us enjoy this trip.” He blinked. “And Gordon, you might want to avoid that oncoming container ship.”

The aquanaut jumped and the yacht swerved as he shifted her quickly to the left to give way to the massive cargo carrier bearing down on them. The sharp dirge of the ship’s horn emphasised her captain’s ire at their deviation into his vessel’s path.

“Sorry!”

It was a vain apologetic gesture of his little brother’s part. It did put an effective end to their argument nonetheless.

There were many islands at the mouth of Auckland’s main harbour and it was extremely scenic, particularly the volcanoes.

Virgil was intimately familiar with volcanic structures and had visited several as part of IR, he understood their power and had witnessed it first hand, but the artist in him never failed to be caught by their symmetry and their mystery. They still caught his imagination and stunned him.

As they accelerated around the islands and out into the bay proper, the sea opened out into a beautifully flat expanse of watery blue. They were still surrounded on all sides by distant patches of green. Another little volcanic island reared up and they cruised past. A couple of dolphins danced along in the wake at their bow. John helped Virgil climb up the stairs to the railing at the front of the boat. He twinged several times, but ignored it despite the frown of Scott following up behind him.

It was worth it to stand up the front, the wind in his hair, a brother either side of him. The last of the islands passed by and the ocean opened up in front of them.

Dolphins continued to keep them company.

Both Scott and John kept a grip on an arm each, wary of him stressing himself in any way. Virgil turned his face into the wind and closed his eyes, letting the sensations fill his mind.

“Better?” It was a whisper from Scott, barely heard above the rush of air over his ears.

Virgil smiled.

“Better.”

-o-o-o-

End Day One, Part One.

Day One, Part Two

[feather-x-crown]

May I ask what you use to draw? You mentioned having an iPad, is that what you use? Or do you have an actual drawing pad? And what's the software you use? Are you happy with your equipment or do you plan to 'upgrade'? What do you recommend for other artists to use? And what's your process when it comes to drawing? Do you make basic shapes before refining them later, or do you rely more on grids and filling in small sections at a time? Sorry for all the questions, I hope I'm not overwhelming you.

Hello Anon! Asks are always welcome, thank you for sending it and being patient!

What do you use to draw? You mentioned having an iPad, is that what you use? Or do you have an actual drawing pad? 

2 months since starting this blog, all I have relied upon previously was a Wacom Bamboo Fun which I’ve had since maybe 2008. I’ve gone through multiple chords and the surface of my tablet is absolutely scratched up from years of heavy handed drawing, pets running over it (claw marks I tell you…) and accidental drops to the ground, I’m amazed and thankful it still works. 

Up until February 2019 I had still been using my tablet religiously for all kinds of work.  Since playing around with the brushes and finding resources on pro-create I can tell you I haven’t looked back since. 

What’s the software you use?

My main softwares are Photoshop (Computer only) and Procreate (iPad only). 

Are you happy with your equipment or do you plan to ‘upgrade’?

I’ve always had a make-do attitude/mindset. I work with what I am given. If it works, I’ll keep using it as it saves time and money. I know right now I need a replacement battery for my MacBook, because the battery life is trash... which goes at CA$ 259 ( ; w ; ) *cries*

What do you recommend for other artists to use?

I actually do sculpting and traditional media too (ex. Cosplay, ceramics, painting etc.) and I’ve also taught some sketching+cartooning kids classes for a couple years.  And like I tell the kids, it’s really up to you. Everyone is different so exploring is a good way to go. You have to try it to decide what you like to work best with. Sure, I can tell you what I use but…. I can also create the same style and quality of work on another program, if you know what I mean? There are just different ways to go by it (tools, buttons…etc). Just because everyone is using it doesn’t me you have to. If something else works best for you, go with that!—–

I will list my Pros + Cons of using an iPad compared to drawing on computer

Pros:

- Very transportable- Light weight compared to just lugging my tablet AND 15” MacBook- Everything is right in front of me. - I can zoom in REAL CLOSE to draw details - There are a variety of free resources available ( both on comp and on Ipad too)- Takes up very little space physically - Can be quickly rescued before another pet decides to run over it….

Cons:

- The iPad has a lower storage space- iPad file storage is very different than on a MacBook - For whatever reason, my pen strokes get all wiggly…- I swear I will lose my Apple Pencil and all hell will break loose. - I swear I will also loose my Apple Pencil cap….- Unlike the Table Pencils, I don’t have the eraser on the back of the pencil (boo)- The computer Photoshop contains more editing options (understandable)

What’s your process when it comes to drawing? Do you make basic shapes before refining them later, or do you rely more on grids and filling in small sections at a time? 

I absolutely dislike grids as I feel they can be constraining. I am all for natural forms and organic strokes. I am the kind of person that loves WIPs because I can see all the raw strokes and the expressiveness behind them. 

I start with the head as a basic shape or place holder shape, then the positioning of what they are doing before blobbing out the chest, legs and arms. Imagine a buff Stick person. I have to create the basic bone structure before adding flesh to the body, then clothes (if required :3c ). Rough features come into the sketch either when I have established a pose or am happy with the head shape - these are later refined when I clean up the sketch or when doing line art. 

I’ll see if I can pull up some process pictures if that’s something you’d like to see - lmk! 

Hope this is helpful, If you have anymore questions, ask away! (≧◡≦) ♡

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Sixty-Four: Cold Day ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, pregnancy ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

Like most mornings, he’s the first awake.

Dressed lightly in a tank top and sweats, Sasuke stares quietly out a window of the bedroom. Outside, snowflakes fall softly, lightly blanketing the mostly-empty compound. After a long night, the hearths are cool, and the floor chills the bottom of his bare feet.

Another cold day...not that he’s surprised. Hi no Kuni’s Winters are fairly temperate, but it still gets cold enough to be noticed for a few months. And they’re not out of the thick of it yet.

Behind him, soft noises can barely be heard from the bed. Hinata stirs, not quite waking. Shifting to her side to curl around her growing middle, still little more than a bump, the curtain of her hair spills over her neck to either side.

Before he can stop it, a soft smile gives a hint of a lift to Sasuke’s lips. Few things give him more peace than just...watching her. Realizing that she’s here, with him...especially now that they know she’s with child. At last...his part of the family is growing. A new little cousin for Itachi’s twins.

He’s both ecstatic...and terrified.

But Sasuke pushes those thoughts away for now. At the moment, he has a house to warm against the dropping temperatures outside.

First thing’s first: leaving the bedroom, he moves to the irori in the heart of the house, stoking the charcoal with a careful breath of katon. Once that’s going, he preemptively begins heating the kotatsu in the kitchen before starting breakfast.

He’s about halfway through the meal before he hears soft footsteps. Another smile is born as he feels arms sneak around his waist, and a cheek at his back. The subtle protrusion of her middle only makes the smile grow.

“Good morning,” he rumbles, tending to their meal.

“G’morning,” is Hinata’s slurred response. “You didn’t wake me up…”

“I wanted you to rest.”

There’s a small sound of disbelief behind him. “I’m not that tired.”

“You said you were groggy yesterday.”

Sasuke can practically feel her eyes roll. “Yes. I was. Briefly. You’re exaggerating…”

“I’m being cautious.”

His wife heaves a sigh, already knowing there’s no convincing him otherwise. Instead, she asks, “Can I help?”

“I’m almost done now. Best thing you can do is sit and get warm.”

Hinata’s lips pout before withdrawing. She is, admittedly, a little chilly. Already clothed in a padded yukata, she snuggles down under the thick material of the kotatsu, leaning forward and resting her chin atop it sleepily.

It’s not until Sasuke brings the dishes over that she sits up and offers the small pre-meal prayer. The meal passes mostly in a comfortable silence, neither of them ever feeling a need to fill the air for the sake of noise. Not until meaningful conversation starts.

“So, should we take the day to run errands? At least the village shouldn’t be too crowded due to the snow,” Hinata notes, pausing between bites.

“I suppose. You want to go out in the cold?”

“The cold doesn’t bother me much. I was born in the middle of Winter,” she teases with a smile.

“And I in the belly of Summer. Doesn’t mean I like the heat.”

“No, but you’re an Uchiha: you have fire within you all the time, hm?”

Sasuke just scoffs, still smiling just a hair. “A common assumption.”

“But is it true?”

“You tell me.”

“Well, I didn’t get cold in the night...so I’ll say it is.”

Finishing another bite, he thinks for a moment. “...I suppose it won’t hurt to get a few things done in town.”

“We should see if anyone else needs to make the trip.”

“Shisui’s out with the Hokage detail this week. Itachi and the missus were just out yesterday. Pretty sure it’s just us.”

They finish their meal and do up the dishes before bundling up for the walk. By now, the ground’s generously coated with a layer of snow. Letting Hinata take his arm, Sasuke leads their meandering pace out of the compound and into the village proper.

Free from the Academy, kids are everywhere, running amok in the white powder and clearly revelling in it. Breath plumes in the chilled air, but that doesn’t stop the shouting and squealing of little ones. Watching Hinata from the corner of his eyes, Sasuke doesn’t miss the longing smile on her face.

“Won’t be long.”

She startles a bit, looking confused.

“August, right?”

A blink, and then understanding lights her face. “...yes! Mid August. Or...thereabouts.” A pretty blush dusts her cheeks, ducking her chin down into her scarf. “...I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

“I’ll admit, it’s been n-nice to help with the twins. I think I have half an idea of how to handle all of...that.”

“Hn...true.”

Taking their time, the pair mosey around various shops, picking up essentials and going off spoken lists. A small break is taken in a cafe to refuel on hot tea and a light lunch. By now it’s stopped snowing, and trails are already worn into the white. Hands clinging to her mug to warm them, Hinata watches passersby through the window. “...you know...I think I like Konoha best in the Winter.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm...things seem to just...slow down. There’s not as much hurry. Business as usual, of course. Things don’t stop. But...it’s like the whole village gets a little sleepy.”

“...I suppose I see what you mean.” While Sasuke can enjoy the slower pace, part of him feels a little...antsy about it. The part that still can’t help but feel a bit of unease when things are too quiet for too long. It’s like he’s just...waiting for something to go wrong.

...and things have gone wrong.

But before he can linger on that, they finish up and go to run their last errands. The shorter Winter day is already starting to dim, so they hurry along before making their way back home. All in all...a rather uneventful day. He’s working on learning to enjoy those.

As they release their burdens in the house, Hinata gives a soft sigh, hands at the small of her back.

“Are you all right?”

An amused sigh leaves her, form wilting. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a little tired. And no, I’m not going to bed,” she teases, glancing to him.

“...didn’t say you had to.”

“But you were thinking it.”

They end the day with organizing before just...spending a little time lounging and enjoying each other’s company. Snuggled on a couch, they take to hobbies: Hinata knits while Sasuke reads over a few reports from the last month at the precinct.

Just another quiet day.

Later they have dinner, the house warm and cozy and full of delicious smells. Hinata even gets him to indulge in a bit of dessert, but happily accepts what he doesn’t finish. A little more time spent winding down, and then they ready for bed.

“...today was kinda boring, wasn’t it?”

“Was it?” Sasuke asks, finishing washing his face.

“I don’t know...it just seemed slow.”

“You were just talking today about liking the slow.”

“I do! But maybe I’m also eager for Spring.”

“Hn...you and me both. I can’t wait to see the trees leaf out and the grass gain back a little color.”

Settling into bed, Hinata sighs, nestling down into her pillow. “I’m eager to get the garden looking nice again…”

“I bet you will. You’ve got that green thumb, after all.”

“Hm…” Eyes closed, she smiles, expression growing as Sasuke latches onto her with a contented sigh. “Well, for now...a little while longer in the cold…”

“It’s not cold with you around.”

“You, too.”

     A little bit of mostly-plotless fluff to make up for two days in a row of angst x3      There's...really not much to say about this one. Rather tired and a little museless today, so...this is a more meandering, pathless drabble compared to the usual scenes I try to do. Just a little day in the life of the happy couple. Well...mostly happy. ALAS has its share of problems in the post-699 arc, but...while hinted at in this, that's not the point for today. A little break for them both!      For now :3c      Anyway, I'm...very tired, so time to call it a night~ Thanks so much for reading!

[ourlordandseivior]

ocs? what they like?

Oh man I have... several. my first ever OC was based on one of my high school best friends’ cats. His name was Soup and he had the prettiest icy blue eyes and we just got this vibe off him that he may have been an exiled prince in his past life so like....idk we made up this lore about him so like, Prince Soup was a thing. 

Then fast forward to 2017 when I made my first dnd character, Ivellios Siannodel, Duke of Quavein and lord of the Underdark. I didn’t do a whole lot fleshing him out until last summer but he is a 7′6″ dark elf rogue noble bitch who is charming and highkey horny on main. Like deadass my dm makes me roll checks to see if Ivie has a random boner or nah. In creating him and assigning him a character flaw, I just so happened to roll “insatiable desire for carnal pleasures.” Once I got to giving him personality and backstory and flair, my friend was there right by my side creating his dnd characters and basically Ivie got a fuck buddy and a future husband out of it. I need to play with him more, I love him dearly. 

I also have a Monster Prom OC who is the daughter of Dr. Frank N Furter. Her name is Raquel F. Furter and she’s a, you guessed it, Frankenstein-esque monster girl. Basically in her story, Frank n Furter went back to Transylvania and decided that instead of making a Rocky to be a toy for himself, he wanted to be a father. So he instead made a Rockie to be his daughter. She’s basically the Frankenstein monster ver. of Ariana Grande and she has a #squad and they’re the power trio and also she hate fucks Vera

Then for a while I didn’t bother creating anyone new, really, because all the OCs I was making were characters to fit in AU fics I was writing. They are treasures as well but they’re not my Main Baes, ya feel?

And then. THEN I played The Arcana and while I did it the first time under the assumption that it was just the kind of thing where you stick yourself in the game, I came to realize people were making apprentice OCs for it and I was like “bitch what the fuck is this what we were supposed to be doing all along????” And that’s how Jade Della Penna was born. I’ve got a little bit of a character detail sheet I made for her and like, I just kind of went through this list of OC questions and answered them as a means of giving her more substance. I drew loose inspo from Jade West from Victorious, but only loose. Mostly in terms of name and a couple god-tier insults. My Jade is the daughter of two beautiful lesbians, Nova and Claudia. I’ll admit, I did put a bit of Italian influence in there too b/c I saw a lot of people doing shit with their heritage and all :3c “Della Penna” means “of the pen”, so I made her a spell writer and knowledge seeker. She’s absolutely dealt with some more taboo magic without Asra being aware of it, and I’d love to write some proper angst along those lines at some point. I gave her a couple other little Italian things as well. Example, I made her birthday on November 2, aka Italian Day of the Dead (Giorno dei Morti). She also has a familiar that I’m quite fond of, his name is Cyrus and he is the sweetest little peacock ever. He’s a wee lad, and he likes to try and perch on her shoulders if he can help it but he’s still p big so it doesn’t always work out. Jade isn’t near as much of a chicken as Cyrus, but her fighting skills are exclusively from a distance. She is a knife thrower and keeps a set of 3-4 holstered to her thigh at all times. When she patted Julian down and he was trying to be all tough about having a dagger, Jade kinda just hiked up her skirt and was like “aw, cute, but mine are sharper” and teased him a lil. Ya feel? I could properly post the character sheet stuff I have for her once I buff shit out. 

I also made a second apprentice just to be Muriel’s tiny wife b/c he’s a giant ass mountain man who is a bottom that needs to be hella pegged. Thus, Lillith was born. She just, like, doesn’t look like a top but is kind of a fiend in bed. And that’s it, that’s who she is. Jade isn’t toppy enough to top Muriel, and I think Lilith has good chemistry with him. Been playing his route as her just to let her tease and fluster the fuck out of him. 

That’s the gist, and I have a handful of names I’ve set aside to use for future OCs, because honestly like, a name is what I come up with first.

Annnnnnd that’s basically everyone

[deerfests]

Trench and Darling: 1, 2, 6, 14, 18, 19, 23, 28, 36, 42, 42 >:3c

Ship ask

Pairing: Trench/Darling

1. How do they fallasleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Fallasleep: They barely leave the oldest house, so when they do sleep it has tendenciesto be in Trench’s office, on the couch. Not together, though—the couch is toosmall. While Darling sleeps (forced by Trench, mind you), Zachariah works onpaperwork and doesn’t let anyone enter his office—strict instructions to hissecretary, “Do not let anyone in and, sure as hell, do not let anyone eventhink of knocking on the door.” As for when Trench sleeps, it’s either passing out on the same couch or at hisdesk. Darling sneaks into the office usually just so he could wake him and tellhim to go home to his bed. The rare moment they do go to either’s home to sleep—ittends to be just that. Them just going to sleep. (Mind you, Darling is all overTrench when they do sleep).

Wakingup: Trench has tendencies to wake up before Darling and he makes coffee, helpsDarling who is usually half asleep in the mornings anyway, get dressed by doingup his shirt’s buttons and alike—they talk during that, which is mostly just teasingthen.

Dailyrituals: Getting coffee together in the morning, lunch during non-lunch hours inthe cafeteria and alike.

2.  How’s theirteam work? Do they share well?

Their teamwork is prettygood, Darling does the research and informs Trench of every detail, and when I sayevery detail—I mean every detail. Trench listens and remembers what the other said,applying it more often perfectly from the first go. There have been occasionallysome hiccups along the way which result in Trench showing up in Darling’soffice all bruised up… But he never gets too mad about it.

6. Any tasks that are always left to one person?

They divide the task between eachother well in work. But the issue is that most banal task like “remember to go food shopping” andso on are not either of their fortes.  Darlingcan cook though, not ideally but hecan—so that goes to him, while Trench is usually too tired to bother but hedoes most of the cleaning around the house—least he can do, he figures.

14. Anything they both dread?

The other dying in theline of duty due to a dumb mistake/slip up and the other to find their bodies.Also known as—exactly what will happen in the game, that’s their worst scenario.

As for more personal/unshared:Casper always feared that Zachariah will get fed up with him one day and justup and leave.Trench always feared that they would get found out by others.  

18. What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feelthe need to take a break from each other?

The Director of  FBC and the head of research sadly cannot goon dates in a sense—they both can’t muster up the time. But they see each otheroften through the day. In other words, if one misses the other, they will clearenough work for that moment to go to see each other.

Casper got employed 24years ago as of 2019, I can easily imagine that they dated since like a year ortwo into working for the bureau.  So around22 years now? That’s a long while, right? But it was an incredibly slow movingrelationship, let alone they didn’t call it “dating” till much later. But nowlook at these old men! //sobs

As for breaks—not at all,their work sort of prevents them from getting enough of each other. As much asthey sneak off, there’s always so much to be done that the whole sneaking offthing—is not so often.

19. What do they fight about? What are theirarguments like? How do they make up?

Arguing is tough but ithappens often enough, actually. Their fights break out either when Trench doessomething “unethical” according to Darling, or for the opposite—when Darlingbehaves eccentric and doesn’t follow through a given script, agreed uponbehavior. They argue passive-aggressively, and everyone in the Oldest Houseknows because the air becomes stiffer than ever before between them. Themmaking up is neither of them apologizing to one another, at least not Trench—Darlingmight mutter a “sorry” but even so rarely. They just sort of end up carrying on likenothing ever happened. The arguments grow stale and they let go.

23.  How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt?Comfort?

Hugging: Publically, Zachariahis not a hugger, so all their hugs there are Darling getting overly excited andjumping at Trench. Obviously, the director of the FBC can’t show everyone how the headof research has him like putty in his hand by just touching him. As for privately,majority of the hugs are initiated by Zachariah because he just is very fond ofthe other, but they come as other pretenses to be close to him.

Kiss: All the fuckingtime, when nobody is around! They’re pathetic about it. Blinds down in theoffice the two of them are in? Probably making out… bastards.

Tease: All the time, butwhen in front of people – they tend to be inconspicuous enough.

“It’s time to get up, Darling—““Lay off me, I’m hibernating.”“…Fine, then I suppose I’ll just have to go take a shower all by myself.” “*instantly sits up* wait--”

Comfort: Darling is overlyempathetic, Trench is only decently so. Darling tries his best, whenever Trenchcomes back all bloody and so on after messy encounters and so on—instead ofmaking him go to the medic’s office, he will personally patch him up and talkabout other things then whatever object of power is responsible (even if it’shard). Trench pretends he doesn’t need it, that he’s fine without thereassurance, but it’s been a long life. While Zachariah himself, mainly just wordlessly tends to use psychical contactto calm the other.

28. What are their vacations like?

They can’t exactly take avacation due to the importance of their roles in the Bureau.  

So they take micro vacationsaka breaks. The Oldest House is a shifting place after all, so they just go getcoffee someplace in a threshold and proceed to talk about nothing in particular.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple?Their weakness?

Strengths: They actuallypay lots of attention to each other so it’s easy to play off each other’s cues.

Weaknesses: They havetendencies to disagree, and not be entirely honest with each other. It tends toend poorly.

42. Do they let each other get away with thingsthat would normally bother them?

Trench: Yes. Incrediblyso. There are few things that bother him—the mess and chaos Darling can sometimeswork in, amongst a few similar details. But he understands that you can’t havegenuine genius without eccentricity and allow it.

Darling: Brings it up consistently,like Trench’s smoking or lack of public signs that they’re together. While he understandsthe latter, he still feels like it’s unfair. He knows that internal affairswould have a field day if they found out and either shut them down or demoteTrench at the very least. But he still wishes there was more than being called just‘Darling’ amongst other agents.

[some-cookie-crumbz]

Any Kidge NSFW headcanons? :3c

As pictured above, I got same question twice - pic included here - but I’ll be attaching the answer here since this was the one I got first. But thank you both for sending in asks and hopefully these headcanons are as spicy as you were hoping~! ;3c

I kinda tried to start out with tamer stuff and thengradually work my way into the naughtier bits! So, starting off, it’ll be tameand get a little more involved and might be some kinky stuff down the line, soI’ll be adding that little additional disclaimer here so that if things startto get too steamy, you can back out whenever!

Additionally, a lot of these are things you’ll probably havenoticed me putting in to practice in the handful of naughty fics I’ve writtenwith them. This is due to the fact that I like to be consistent. ;3

In regards to PDA, they aren’t particularly into stuff likethat. Like, they’ll cuddle sometimes or hold hands, but they never really do alot of touching, kissing or other intimate gestures in public. Lance went on ahuge tirade one time about how they were probably going to be the most boring,vanilla couple to ever exist once they actually did end up having sex becausethey weren’t constantly getting caught making out all over the Castle of Lions.

Lance questions the validity of his statement two days laterwhen he catches them making out on Pidge’s work bench in the hanger. And again,a decent amount of time later, when he makes some other interesting discoverieswhile looking to hi-jack Pidge’s headphones again.

Now, let’s talk about what their first few intimateencounters were like before we get into what things are like once they’re morein-tune with one another!

They were dating for about two years before they ever saweach other’s naughty bits, with the ages I had in mind for them being around20-22-ish at that point.

The first time they’re naked alone together is something theytalk about and makes sure they’re both comfortable with and they spend thatfirst nude session just kind of kissing and, because they’re both still alittle awkward, don’t really touch anything below where their belts had been.The second time they do anything intimate like that, they actually do touchlower and explore each other, mostly just mapping each other out and seeingwhat the other likes. The third time, they actually do get each other to climaxthrough oral experimentation. The fourth time is when they have actualintercourse for the first time, with proper protection and discussionbeforehand, of course.

Their first time is actually thoroughly planned by both ofthem, due to them wanting to have as much time as possible to really enjoy eachother and wade into that level of intimacy carefully. They don’t tell the otherswhat they’re doing – because they can hardly handle the others catching themkissing, the last thing they need is to advertise they’re about to have theirfirst Mattress Mambo practice session – and actually sneak away for the day toan alien resort. They claim they’re going to be going on a small peace missionto meet up with a few of their newer allies to discuss their place with theCoalition. Shiro figures out the truth pretty quick but decides against callingthem on it.

Also, note regarding some habits that start up during theirearlier sexual encounters; they communicate A LOT. Like, they are bothconstantly asking if this feels good or if that is okay and making sure theyare both 100% comfortable before they do anything. As such, this means that allkinks brought up here are things they are both comfortable with, are sexuallyaroused by, and have discussed/ researched thoroughly before engaging. Theconcept of communication becomes a constant between them, though it doesdeviate from being about confirmation – as they’re already familiar with theothers’ boundaries – and more just because of other things I’ll get to lateron. ;3c

Additional side note about the whole communication thing;this also includes if they don’t actually get off. They have an agreement thatthey’ll always tell each other if something is good, if it’s bad, or if it’sjust kind of meh. There were instances – mostly in the earlier encounters whenthey were still learning about each other’s bodies – where one of them didn’tactually get to orgasm. Pidge resolves this by basically always making sureKeith is already pretty close to blowing his load before any penetration, andKeith handles this by aiming to make sure Pidge has at least one orgasm beforeany penetration.

They have different ways of going about making it known whenthey’re feeling a little frisky. With Keith, he’s pretty direct. He’ll waituntil they’re alone and then get really close to her and just start with littlethings like kissing her cheek/ neck, sliding his hands up so that his fingersare just barely grazing the bare skin under her shirt, etc. With Pidge, shelikes to play coy because she knows that the game of cat and mouse gets her andKeith both a little hot under the collar. She’ll rely more on lingering touchesand sultry looks, etc.

Keith takes a ridiculous amount of time with foreplay; inspecific, he is the King of Body Worship and Well Placed Love Bites. He lovesgetting to take his time, building Pidge up to the peak of pleasure, leavingher needy and begging and littered in little hickies. He loves it specificallybecause Pidge is normally so smug and confident – which he loves - but he lovesseeing her drop her guard and be vulnerable and wanting him. His favoriteplaces to leave marks are on her stomach, her inner thighs, and high up on herneck; the ones on her neck, specifically because he may have a bit of apossessive streak in him.

Also, small side note regarding Keith and his wholeattention to detail; he’s a surprisingly good masseuse. This is something thatPidge tends to take advantage of a lot more during her pregnancies, but duringparticularly stressful work weeks, Keith will convince her to let him take careof her through massage and usually him eating her out, to help clear her headand relax her a little more.

Pidge isn’t quite as passionate about marking Keith up as heis with her, though she does feel pretty smugly satisfied when she leaves himwith a handful of sizable marks on his neck and collarbone or red lines downhis shoulders and back.

Pidge has a mouth built for snark and sass, which can beturned into some pretty spicy dirty talk. She learns pretty early on that Keithdoesn’t mind a little bit of teasing or goading in her dirty talk, but if she really wants to get him going? Boy hasgot a praise kink so serious thateven basic little compliments can get his blood going.

Pidge specifically likes to call him “Kitten” and “Beautiful”and whenever she does? Yeah, she’s got the boy wrapped around her finger at herbeck and call praise the Lord Hallelujah style. Pidge gets this and alwaysmakes sure to treat that adoration and dedication with the respect it deserves.

For the longest time, most of their sexual encounters are supersweet and sensual and gentle affairs, regardless of who is instigating. This ismostly because they’re still learning each other’s preferences and what they’reboth comfortable with, etc., and don’t really want to risk pushing boundariesor testing other things out just yet.

But then they have a mission where things go to Hell in and ahand basket.

Their plan gets completely unraveled in spectacular andrecord fashion, they don’t get the chance to form Voltron, and Keith implementsan extremely risky maneuver that he ends up taking some pretty serious injuriesfor. He spends a few hours in the healing pods and, when he gets back out, itis clear that Pidge is Pissed™. She proceeds to blatantly ignore him for a fullthree days, spending the nights in her room by herself and even going so far asto put temporary locks on the hanger that require her to open the doors ifsomeone wants to get in or out.

At first, Keith is a little hurt and upset about herignoring him. Then he starts to get a bit more annoyed, then frustrated, andthen he just gets outright Pissed™ himself. Because, seriously? He wasn’t onDeath’s Door or anything! He’s a little pissed that his girlfriend is beingthis petty about her disapproval of his actions.

He ends up cornering her in the training room and challengesher to a “friendly” match. Hunk, being the highly intelligent young man that heis, knows there will be nothing “friendly” about this and bails outimmediately, insisting he has work to do in the hanger. Lance and Shiro stay toobserve, but the longer they continue their dual, the more Shiro picks up onwhat’s actually going on here. He all but drags Lance out with him, saying thatthey need to work this out themselves and he needs with planning their nextcoalition meeting. Lance whines but let’s Shiro drag him out; later, he thanksShiro for having his back like that.

Keith starts trying to question Pidge about why she won’tjust talk to her about why she’s upset, but that only sets her off even more.At one point, he accuses her of not caring about his safety, and she just losesit. She full-on tackles him and he tumbles back and hits the ground hardbecause… Seriously? Having your girlfriend launch herself at you like a feralfucking spider monkey? Not really something you’re expecting, even when you arekind of pushing her buttons.

She pins him down hard– and Keith later has to reflect on how he certainly wasn’t expecting the wayhe reacts to that – and reads him theRiot Act. And Keith? Boy is smart enough to know when to shut up and let hergo.

“Do you really think I don’t care? Is that really why youthink I’ve been ignoring your ass for three fucking days? Do you really knowthat little about me to honestly think that? I know sometimes things go overyour head but you can’t honestly be that dense!”

“…”

“Black isn’t the same as Red; you can’t do nearly as much ofthe death-defying nonsense you could with her! You don’t have the speed oraerodynamic build with Black for half of the shit you try pulling! There’sabsolutely no excuse for it!”

“…”

“But no! You just keep acting like a reckless moron withoutany regard for his well-being or safety! I think I have a right to be pissedoff when you do reckless shit like that without any valid reason! If someonehere doesn’t care about the other, it sure as shit isn’t me not caring aboutyou!

*This is the point where Keith snaps and starts squirming totry and get out of her grip.* “Excuse me? How the Hell do you come to thatfucking conclusion?”

*Pidge responds by pressing him down with a bit more force,tightening her grip on his wrists and squeezing his hips with her knees.* “Ifyou thought about things from my perspective, it’d be pretty damn obvious! Yousure as shit wouldn’t get mad at me for putting some space between us until Icool down if you did!”

“Maybe if you could ever just say shit outright beforeclosing yourself off then I could actually get your side of things!”

“Like you have any room to talk, you Goddamn hypocrite!”

At some point in their little shouting match, Pidge ends upleaning down right in his face and Keith decides that kissing her would be theideal way to shut her up right quick. For a split second, Pidge is kindastunned, before she growls into the kiss and gives his lip a far-from-gentlewarning nip. And Keith? Well, he’s kind of in the mood to test her patience.

It’s the most aggressive, sloppy, rough sex they’ve had upuntil that point, as well as being the first time they actually have sex in aplace other than one of theirs bedrooms. There’s lots of biting, fiery kisses,a constant struggle for who has the other pinned, lots of scratches andvocalization… The whole kitten-caboodle. If not for Shiro making sure that everyoneknows those two are having a huge fight – he has no idea that they’re gettingkinky in the training room because he thinks they’re better behaved than thatpppfffftttt – and they need to work this out on their own they would haveprobably gotten caught with how much noise they’re making.

When they’re done, they just kind of flop over on thetraining mat beside one another and breathe for a moment. Keith’s back andchest both kinda ache from Pidge clawing at him, and a few scratches on hisback are actually beading with a little bit of blood from when she came, andhe’s pretty sure that his lips are bruised but so are hers. Pidge’s got acouple of really dark, big hickies on her neck and shoulders, and there arebruises on her hips in the shape and size of Keith’s fingers. Slowly, Keithsits up and looks over at her, sprawled out with her eyes closed, and justslowly leans over to brush some of her bangs out of her eyes and press a littlekiss to her forehead.

Pidge cracks her eyes to stare at him for a moment beforeshe just starts outright sobbing, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyesto try and stop herself the second it starts.

Keith starts to panic and awkwardly scrambles to try andfigure out what to do, because he isn’t sure why she’s crying but he’s soscared that she was planning to break up with him and she was not actually okaywith this and his stomach starts to churn at the very thought-!

“You… You don’t get to be all sweet when I’m still mad atyou, you ass!” *Pidge, practically smelling his anxiety, managing to choke itout between sobs.*

*Keith, a bit surprised but a little less terrified,swallowing slowly.* “Can you please tell me why you’re upset?”

And so, she does. Pidge explains that she was so scared thatsomething was going to happen to him, that he was going to be seriously injuredor worse. She isn’t naïve or stupid. She understands that part of being aPaladin is going to require them to take risks and constantly be in the line offire. She gets scared and worried when he does reckless stuff in othersituations, too, but this was the first time she’s gotten mad at him. Why,exactly? Because she was mad that he took actions he had no reason to believewere absolutely necessary. Between their team of five, they could have figuredout a much safer plan pretty quickly. There weren’t any civilians orsignificant monuments or anything of that ilk in need of being protected,either.

It bothered Pidge that he didn’t take the time to thinkabout what could go wrong. It bothered Pidge, as selfish as it sounds, thatKeith didn’t stop to think about her and how she would feel if things wentabsolutely horribly for him. And, she admits, the sex was fine and wasn’t whattriggered her to break, but rather it was the little kiss.

Because, ultimately, it’s the little things about him andtheir relationship and how they are together that she loves the most and wouldache the most to lose.

With things cleared up, they agree to do better aboutcommunicating and taking each other into consideration when dealing with theirlives as Paladins. This whole situation does, additionally, lead to them havingto admit to a few things about their sex life that they hadn’t consideredbefore.

They both like dominating and being dominated by the other.

They’re both totally cool with getting treated with a littlebit of roughness during sex.

They both like the idea of pinning or being pinned down bythe other.

They both kinda like the thrill of getting hot and heavy inplaces they probably shouldn’t be.

So, with those kinks in mind, they start doing some moregradual exploration and learn a lot more about themselves and each other.

In regards to positions they like, Pidge is partial toCowgirl, simply because she likes being able to control the flow and keep Keithon the edge of his seat. Keith, meanwhile, isn’t particularly picky, though hedoes prefer positions where he can still see Pidge’s face because he likesgauging her reaction.

Keith, in specific, fuckingloves it when Pidge pulls his hair; especially when he gets her going tothe point that she is pulling hard. Like, he generally likes it when Pidgeplays with his hair – running her fingers through it, lightly stroking the hairalong the nape of his neck, etc. – but there’s a special kind of satisfactionwhen he’s getting her right there andshe just starts crying out and pulling for all she’s worth that just does it for him.

Meanwhile, Pidge likes it when she can get Keith to be loud.Normally Keith is a quiet sort, even during sex. He’ll talk when he’s promptedwith questions or when she’s teasing him in all the worst and best ways, but toget him to be a bit more vocal outside of that is a treat. She gets such a kickout of being able to roll her hips in justthe right way that has him arching his back and letting out this guttural,almost primal growl of a moan? Oh, yeah, she can get her rocksoff to that.

When it comes to who takes charge, Pidge tends to be the onetaking the reins more often than not. This is partially because Keithoccasionally needs a break from being in charge, what with the title of BlackPaladin and all, as well as Keith just liking how Pidge can work him up toultimately help him unwind. Though, when Keith does get the surge to takecharge, Pidge is open to letting him. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit tofinding something kinda hot about the serious, commanding expression thatsettles in when he’s setting the pace. But, I’d say a solid seven times out often, Pidge will be the one to take charge.

Also, there are times where Keith will initiate the sexytimes and Pidge will still end up taking charge when they start getting reallyinto it, and vice versa.

For the most part, these two aren’t into any super bigkinks, but they do have a small collection of toys, bindings, blindfolds andsome other very, very basic gear. Pidge also has a small collection of cutelingerie but she mostly just wears those when she feels like doing somethingdifferent or just wants to. While Keith definitely likes the way those outfitslook on her, she’s noticed he has a much greater weakness for when she trotsaround wearing his clothes.

They once tried to do a Naughty-Student-Strict-Teacher roleplay but they both ended up getting way too ridiculous and slipping out ofcharacter too much because they’d start laughing too hard and instead hadreally fluffy, giggly sweet sex. Keith was the student, btw, and he was rockin’that miniskirt just sayin’.

Pidge is very loud when she’s really enjoying herself duringsex. This isn’t normally a problem for them, but sometimes when they’revisiting alien planets, they have to be a bit quieter. They have a few small,easily concealed gags for this, but in a pinch Keith’s hand/ fingers will work,too. Though, admittedly, that is a double-edged sword, because Pidge is afucking minx and will suck and nip and lap at his fingers in ways that have himgrowling with a bit too much volume and force.

Also, there are a few instances where the Noisy Pidgeon ruledon’t necessarily apply. If they’re having sleepy morning sex or really slow,tender sex, typically Pidge makes slightly different sounds. In instances likethat, it’s less screams and shouts and pleads, and more hitched breathes andcontented mewls and things of that ilk. Keith likes this variety of noises justas much as her regular roster.

The blindfolds and bindings are mostly for Pidge to use onKeith. Keith, despite the rebellious streak, is actually pretty subservientwhen she’s in charge, so she doesn’t typically need them, but sometimes she likesto go the extra mile. The addition of the blindfold is more just because itseems to heighten the sensations and is an easy way to get him to be a bitlouder when Pidge wants that itch of hers scratched but isn’t patient enough towork him up to it the old fashion way.

Pidge’s favorite piece of binding for Keith is a pair of gelhandcuffs she got on an alien planet. They’re as sturdy as regular metal cuffs,but the gel is smooth and slick enough that it doesn’t leave marks, no matterhow much Keith tugs at it.

Keith is supreme when it comes to oral. He actually does abit of research before he ever eats Pidge out so that he has an idea of whathe’s doing, and then he just pays a lot of attention to what gets the bestreactions from her. There was once a time where, just by eating her out, he gother to climax like four times and Holy Shit neither of them felt and shame whenPidge rambled about it to Allura a day or two later.

Also! Keith is the Ultimate Edge Lord, like seriously. Hehas spent ridiculous spans of time before using his fingers, mouth and toys tokeep building Pidge up and then pull back just before she can reach climax.He’ll build it up until she’s hoarse and her voice cracks and all she can focuson is him, and then he’ll finally let her cum. He doesn’t typically use any oftheir bindings to keep her strapped down or anything, though, because for asmuch as she’ll whine and fuss and complain, she respects that he’s doing it hisway and trusts he’ll get her off.

Pidge may or may not own a double-sided strap-on thatthey’ve gotten some decent mileage out of don’t @ me.

They have totally fucked in the hanger on Pidge’s workbench. They have also totally fucked in both of the Lion’s cockpits, too, andgot caught when it happened. The Lions weren’t familiar with how their vitalsspiked – they could sense it due to how close they were and through theirtelepathic link – and ended up roaring to alert the rest of the Castle to thepotential danger their Paladins were in. Keith and Pidge couldn’t look anyonein the eye for a full week afterwards. They still ended up doing it againthough.

Running with the Season 5 canon I used in a good chunk of myfics in the last few months – especially some of the more risqué ones – theytotally snuck in a couple of quickies in the hallways when Keith was betweenmissions with the Blade. One time, in specific, they were really pressed fortime and Keith actually had to put his mask back on, like, hallway through andPidge thought it was probably a lot hotter than she reasonably should have. Imean, getting fucking destroyed against a wall by your boyfriend while he’swearing a mask so all you can hear are the echoes of his pants and moans ofyour name? That’s kink-worthy, I think. Also, despite her misgivings towardsthe Blade for how often they hijack her boyfriend/ husband, she does appreciatethe fit of their uniforms. Probably much more than she should, too.

Even after having the kids, they still have a pretty healthysex life. As the kids get older they all kind of gravitate towards someextracurricular stuff – I’ll elaborate more in my last Parenting HC post – plusthe kids have plenty of aunts, uncles and doting grandparents that don’t mindtaking them for a few hours so that Mommy and Daddy can have some afternoondelights.

I could also probably write another good chunk on all thekinky shit they could get up to if Keith presented as Galra more/ was fullGalra but I’m only gonna reveal all those extra kinky ass thoughts if someoneasks me to so for now this is all I’ve got! ;3

[ramblinganthropologist]

MER Week Days 3 and 6

Prompts: Midnight Rendezvous and Break my Heart

Eh heh heh... I’ve been wanting to do this one for a while. >:3c

Summary: What’s left behind when Commander Shepard dies? Not a lot for Bo to hold onto. It’s hardest at night, and it’s not easier with what remains. But sometimes it helps. Setting: Between 1 and 2.

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-June 23, 2183-

Bo wasn't sure what she hated more: the sound of military music or her formal uniform.

Both were grating on her nerves as she sat there in a green field covered in headstones. Most of them were small. After all, in that day and age they rarely got a whole body back. At best, ashes were buried there under the names and dates. Sometimes... well, the less said about the larger plots the better.

For her, there was nothing left.

She clenched her fist tight as she stared down at the small plot of ground that had been marked out for the Citadel's savior. In plain dates, “Commander Alistair Michael Shepard, 2156-2183” was spelled out in heavy black letters. Nothing but the basic facts about the man who was anything but, even if she had said otherwise.

“Fuck.”

The ceremony had been over for a while now. People had tried to give her sympathy but it had bounced off her like bullets off her armor. Bo had just stood there, staring at the ground. Maybe she was numb, maybe she was pissed. It wasn't every day she got to watch her best friend memorialized.

The priest was an asshole; Al wasn't Catholic anyway.

“Excuse me, Commander Shepard?”

For a brief second, Bo didn't move. After all, someone that polite would have been for Alistair. It took her a second to remember that he wasn't at her fucking side where he was supposed to be, fielding comments for her. Her buffer was gone now, and she had to face it alone. So, she turned to face them, not really looking.

They had a box in their hands and an Alliance uniform on their back. She didn't really notice the rank or the face. Details like that didn't really matter lately – someone would probably say that was depression. Honestly, she was just tired. Some asshole with a degree would probably say that was depression too.

“Yeah?”

They didn't shrink back from the bite to her voice. She had to give them that. “We recovered this from the crash. As next of kin, it's yours.”

They handed the box over without another word. “All we found was some armor and his pistol. I'm sorry we couldn't give you more.”

And then they left Bo alone with the little box that held the one possession Alistair loved almost as much as his hamster. She would have laughed, but it just wouldn't come out. Instead, she just stared at it, frowning. Then she gave the box a shake – too much rattled around for it to be in one piece. Given the Normandy had blown up, that was to be expected.

Disappointing... he had always liked that damn little gun. Even when there were better models, ones that maybe accounted for his shitty aiming, it was at his side like a little red nightmare. Dead eye, dumb gun. That had been her brother.

And now it was all she had left.

“Fuck.”

That was all Bo could get out as she turned to walk away from the empty grave, broken gun in hand. What else could she say? It wouldn't bring Alistair back if she suddenly developed his ability to speak to people, nor would it make her feel any better. All she could do was just keep walking and hope she figured out the rest later.

Stupid Alistair... he had to get himself blown up for his own damn pilot.

-December 11, 2183-

Explosions were what shot Bo out of bed that morning.

None of them were real – she would have been moving faster if they had been. But she heard them all the same and saw the Normandy exploding before her very eyes as she sat there on the edge of her bed, sweat pouring down her face and her chest heaving from the effort. It took every  effort to remember she wasn't in space, and the only thing that was threatening to explode was her heart. Even after a few seconds of staring around the dark room, it didn't calm down.

So it was going to be one of those nights, huh?

“What fucking time is it?”

Somewhere off to the side, her computer glowed. “The current time is 02:30.”

The pleasant voice that came from the speakers had a thick Irish accent that hadn't been reproduced well. Where vowels and consonants came together, the awkward electronics showed themselves. It wasn't a person.

It wasn't Alistair.

Bo took a deep breath as she looked over at the computer again. Even in the darkness, she could see the little hologram standing there, projected by her screen. The voice had come from a VI she had picked up her last time at the Citadel. The man selling it had cowered and given her a deeply discounted rate. He should have – the damn thing was broken half the time.

She sat down at her desk, not really looking at the little projection of her brother in his fatigues. He hated wearing those – something about them never fitting right in the legs and causing him to trip if he didn't roll them up right. It had been his curse of being so damn short.

“Anything good?”

The Shepard VI was as cheery as always. “You have 74 unread messages and one missed vid call from Admiral Anderson.”

Bo rolled her eyes as she briefly scrolled down. Nothing she gave a fuck about. “Delete them and remind me to call Anderson later.”

“Can do.” Then the VI switched to its deletion message. “I get rid of you on the way to real problems.”

She had to laugh, but it was like there was broken glass in her throat. It was her words in Alistair's dumb accent like some fucked up fusion nightmare. The real one would have never said anything like that. Hell, he probably would've offered to fix his own damn VI if he were around to see just how buggy it was.

Something about that was so wrong it had to make her laugh, but damn if it didn't hurt when she did it.

“Those volus patching you need to get off their asses and fix the personality. Did they get us mixed up again?”

Pleasant Alistair VI was back. “Sending a note to the development team. Thanks for your feedback, you make the galaxy safer.”

Nerdy; that was closer. Bo shook her head as she looked at her empty inbox and the pending call. Part of her – she swore it had an accent – was telling her to pick up her omni-tool and give Anderson a call. Then it was telling her to put on pants and go do something outside. All were sensible, yet horrible ideas and she didn't want  to do any of them.

“Fuck I don't even know.”

Her leave was almost over, and then it was back to who even fucking knew. The Hong Kong wasn't around to take her back – even if they had loved her. Like the Normandy it was smashed to a thousand pieces and just as useful. Maybe the Council would want her to do something. Those fuckers owed her one after all.

A couple ones, but she would settle for one. Just... something. Anything.

Something wet trickled down her face – maybe the ceiling had finally sprung a leak due to her dumb ass neighbors upstairs. Bo didn't investigate it. She just kept staring at the damn VI, half hoping that it would do something other than read her messages for her. But it just stood there, waiting for her to give it a task to complete.

And the ones she needed it couldn't do. She had learned the hard way that a VI couldn't hug for shit.

“Maybe I should go back to bed.”

Her bones creaked as she started back over towards her unmade bed. Sometime during the struggle, her pillow had wound up on the floor. Grumbling, she bent to pick it up. That was when she felt it in her lower back – a dull pain throbbed to life.

“Fuck!”

She slapped her hand over it just as a similar burning ache stabbed its way through her lower leg. Bo fell back on the bed, half expecting gunfire. When she pulled her hand away there was nothing there, though. She wasn't bleeding – shit just fucking hurt.

“Are you ok, Commander Shepard? Do you require medical attention?”

Now that was fucking Al. Maybe the volus were finally on to something.

Bo blinked back surprise as she looked down to the source of pain on her leg. It wasn't anywhere she had been injured before as far as she could remember. Instead, it was centralized around a band of pinks and reds inked into her skin. Even in the dark, her fingers found her way to the tattoo and rubbed against it.

“Commander Shepard?”

Another throb, this time from her lower back and right where another tattoo was. Bo's eyes went higher than the VI, to a shelf she hadn't touched since she had installed it. On it rested a dusty box, marked down “personal effects” in ink that hadn't started to fade.

“Can't be.” but it was hurting right where her N7 tattoo was inked into her skin, as bad as it had when she had first gotten it with Alistair on the Citadel. He had had a matching one inked in the same spot on his own skin, though he had complained about it the entire time it was healing. For a medic, it was almost funny.

It had always hurt when either of them were about to do something stupid.

A strange smile crossed her face as she managed to get back into bed. “See if there are any available shuttles out of here in the morning.”

“Can do, Commander. Remember to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night for optimum efficiency.”

Hopefully, someone else was hurting as much as she was, because Bo wasn't going to be getting any sleep that night. But as a plan formed in her head, she couldn't say she minded much at all.

-April 11, 2184-

“You have two missed vid calls from ID “Bonecrusher” and “Demonslinger” and three unread messages from the Alliance.”

“Tell them they can suck it I'm busy.”

The bruises from last night's fight were still healing and it hurt to move. Bo really should have been resting or at the very least swimming in medigel. Instead, she was at her desk pouring over a bunch of dumb, stupid pieces.

In front of her, oh so careful dissembled, was a pistol. Half the pieces were new, bought or fought for during her time on Omega. The rest, the more beat up looking ones, were the originals she was trying to build around.

It didn't help Alistair never fucking cleaned his guns right. Fuckin' southpaws.

“I have informed them you are busy.” VI Alistair popped up in front of her. “Do you require assistance?”

Bo scowled as she held a piece up to the light – this was a new one, to help fit in the clips the pistol was being modified to use. “Pull up the Stinger maintenance manual again. I think I got this damn thing on backwards.”

The diagrams popped up large enough for her to read without her glasses on – yep, the damn thing was backwards AND upside down on top of it. She scowled and turned it right side up, then clicked it back into place. That sound was becoming oddly therapeutic in a way only knocking Krogan skulls in had been as of late.

They had always said she had laser focus back in school. Once again, she was proving them right.

Alistair VI glowed for a second as she continued to work. “Update: the part you ordered has come in. You can pick it up in the morning.”

“Great, make sure that asshole isn't trying to short change me again.” Bo grabbed her glasses from her forehead and pushed them down onto her face in order to inspect the next part. “Otherwise they're going to be my 13th win in the ring next week.”

The little VI of her brother flashed for a second – there were those damn bugs again. “Confirmed. Your message has been sent. Do you need anything else?”

“I need the full diagram for the Stinger firing system again. Damn thing looks like it needs another part.”

Maybe at this point it would've been easier to just get another a fucking gun. It wasn't like the Stinger pistol was particularly hard to find. Maybe a little rare on Omega, but that was more personal preference than scarcity. The mercs there liked flashier models that had a shotgun's kick to them. She could appreciate a good shotgun as much as the next person, but it wasn't her taste in consideration.

Besides, it was a pain in the ass to modify any fucking gun to be left handed. Why couldn't her dumb brother learn to shoot right handed like a normal person?

Alistair VI worked quietly, but he talked while he did it. “Searching. The Stinger pistol is a favorite of mine.”

“I know it is, that's why I'm fixing it.” She held a piece up to the light and then slid it in. “You're going to need a working gun when I find you.”

Maybe it was wishful thinking or maladaptive coping or just plain denial, but tattoos didn't lie. Hers especially didn't. Somewhere, she knew deep down in her gut that the dumb ass who owned the gun she was working on was going to want it back. And hell, she was more than ready to give it to him and then some.

The VI flashed its error message. “Request misunderstood. Could you please repeat?”

“Ah, forget it.” Bo reached for another tiny tool in order to work on the grip. “Play my workout music, 60% volume.”

Loud, high energy music began to pour into her apartment as Bo lost herself in the work. If she was lucky, she'd finish her modification on the Stinger's grip before she had to square off in the ring again. If not... well, as long as they didn't break her arm she'd be good to go.

And hopefully, it would be good to go with her modifications when she saw Alistair again. With any luck, that asshole would appreciate having a gun that shot a little steadier the next time she saw him. That would be after she kicked his ass for dying, of course.

After all, that was just rude. Who went off as a big, stupid hero without saying when they would be back?