#it took me three playthroughs to see the way his eyes shift as he realizes you don't know yet and that he can Use That Against You

[raelis1]

#scenes that make you feel insane in retrospect. scenes that make you say 'oh you motherfucker' out loud in real life#it took me three playthroughs to see the way his eyes shift as he realizes you don't know yet and that he can Use That Against You#tfw you killed one of the last people on the planet that actually thought of you as a friend and savable and who you deeply respected#but his idiot protege doesn't know he's dead yet and you're a bastard who WILL take advantage#the way the scene darkens when he finishes talking is actually crazy too. idk if that was purposeful but it's evil#i love him a lot unfortunately (via op)

"He said that's your style. Never quite lies, clever half-truths that let you convince yourself you're doing the right thing."

[homeformyheart]

scathing - colt kaneko x mc (rod)

author’s note: first ride or die one-shot featuring colt kaneko! i picked him in my second playthrough and GEEZ the route changes near the end caught me off-guard but did NOT disappoint 😂. includes tiny callout to red carpet diaries. also, i know nothing about cars.

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: ride or die – colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler) rating/warnings: 14+; swearing based on/prompt: title inspired by lyrics from “mad woman” by taylor swift word count: 3.8k summary: ellie drops in to surprise colt only to find that he is out with another woman.

scathing

ellie whacked colt with a large pillow with one hand while doing her best to punch his chest and stomach with the other to keep him from grabbing her, knowing she physically wouldn’t be able to do much to hurt him. colt tried to dodge as best as he could while looking for an opening that would let him stop ellie’s attacks without hurting her. he had to not only do this while half blinded by a giant pillow but while protecting his body – he had never seen ellie this mad before and did not want to find out if she was mad enough to knee him in the groin.

“you cheating motherfucker! how dare you, asshole!” ellie screamed, her face shifting between displays of rage and tears.

colt didn’t know which was worse. “god, ellie, stop! will you let me explain?!”

3 hours earlier

ellie weaved in and out of traffic seamlessly, her eyes trained on the inconspicuous white sedan two cars ahead. she had dropped in at the body shop to surprise colt a day early. she was able to convince her dad to let her leave her grandparents’ house early considering they had already spent the christmas holiday with them. she pulled up to the body shop and was told that colt had left for a job by himself, which ellie immediately knew was suspicious. colt was reckless, but he wasn’t stupid. he knew he should never work a job alone, which likely meant he thought this was one he could do in his sleep.

something didn’t sit right. ellie found out where colt was headed and got back in her car. she quickly got on the highway, heading toward the address of the downtown hotel colt was supposedly heading to, when she noticed the white sedan ahead of her. even though it was a completely standard white sedan, of which there were hundreds, if not thousands, in l.a., ellie knew it was colt’s. it was the car they had prepped for the upcoming koenigsegg job. this was even further proof that colt thought this job was brainless – he would never risk taking out their getaway car more than once.

ellie watched as the sedan pulled into the underground parking lot and she quickly found a spot on the street not far from the entrance to the hotel. it was definitely a high-end hotel and she would need to dress in something other than a tank top and sneakers if she was going to blend in. she quickly changed in the backseat into a glittery bodycon dress and flats, running her hands through her braid to loosen the curls to give it that “beachy” look. she swiped on pink lip gloss as a final touch and made her way inside the hotel.

she scanned the room and identified the parking garage elevators and ducked behind a pillar that gave her a good vantage point. she listened for the ding! that signaled the elevator doors opening and peeked carefully to see if it was colt. he was dressed in his crisp navy blue suit, with a white dress shirt but no tie. lucky for her, he didn’t seem to notice her as he walked across the room to the hotel bar. ellie darted over from the pillar to the other side of the doorway, relying on her peripheral vision to see where colt went. he was facing away from her, standing at the bar next to a tall, gorgeous redhead wearing a backless dark green halter dress that definitely showed off her assets.

ellie felt a little silly for spying on her boyfriend, especially when it was definitely clear he was working a job. this woman was not unlike others they had to deal with in the past but she was definitely the prettiest. she considered heading back to the shop when she noticed that they had switched positions – colt was sitting on a barstool with the woman between his legs. his hands were on her waist and she was gripping the collar of his shirt as they kissed passionately.

she felt her heart shatter and tears were quick to prick the back of her eyes as she ran as fast as she could out of the hotel. even through the tears, she pulled her car out of the street seamlessly and raced back to the shop. she let herself cry in the car, the sobs wracking her body. shoulders shaking, she grabbed her tank top from before and used it to blow her nose and dry her face. she was not going to let colt kaneko get away with this.

ellie told the rest of the crew to take off because she was going to need to talk to colt alone before she went upstairs and sat on the bed to wait.

colt sensed something was different when he got back to the body shop. he had been excited to see ellie’s car out front but noticed the backseat still had all her stuff. if she was back, she definitely would’ve brought her duffel bags up to his room. it was quiet in the shop, which was unusual, because he was expecting his crew to work at least a couple more hours. it wasn’t like them to take off without talking to him first.

“ellie! i didn’t know you were coming back early. i missed you, baby,” colt grinned, walking over to ellie to give her a kiss.

she stood up and grabbed one of his pillows. “oh, really? did you miss me while you were sucking face with that redhead? or are there other women i should know about?”

colt rolled his eyes. “don’t be so dramatic. it was for a job, it meant nothing. you know what it takes to get a job done.”

ellie felt her blood boil and started whacking him with the pillow. “no job is ever worth you cheating on me, asshole.”

colt’s eyes narrowed as if he was trying to calculate the likelihood that this was going to escalate. unfortunately, what he didn’t realize was that he was too late and his dismissive attitude already hit ellie’s escalate button.

“ellie, i know it looks bad but it was a job. i promise that’s all it was. i was playing a part and we got what we needed,” colt tried to appeal to ellie’s logical side.

“how stupid do you think i am? i saw you with my own eyes, colt. and even if i didn’t, you reek of chanel perfume, which only old women wear, and you have lipstick all over your face and your shirt.”

colt was starting to lose his patience but clenched his fists as a reminder to avoid saying anything that would nuclearize the conversation. “sweetheart, come on, we’re in this together. you know i only have eyes for you.”

“don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me. everything out of your mouth has been a lie,” ellie snapped. “tell me – was she good in bed? was it worth however much you got from the job?”

now this was getting ridiculous. “ellie, you know i would never sleep with anyone else. i would never cheat on you.”

“i clearly don’t know anything because you did cheat on me, asshole,” her voice dropped but retained the dangerously angry tone that kept colt from coming closer.  “you know perfectly well how i feel about jobs that require you to hook up with someone else. clearly the only thing that matters to you is the job, even at the expense of our relationship.”

“el, come on –”

ellie shook her head and cut him off, “no, you’re not talking your way out of this. we’re done.” she bolted from the room and down the stairs toward the front door.

colt knew if he didn’t catch her before she got in her car, he’d never catch up to her. she was by far the fastest driver on the crew and if she left l.a., he might not be able to find her. he sprinted after her, jumping off the stairs recklessly and barely catching himself before he hit the wall, saving himself from a nasty concussion. he pushed himself up quickly and let the adrenaline propel him out the door just in time to see ellie slide into the driver’s seat.

the car squealed away from the garage and quickly out of sight and colt had no clue where she was headed. dammit, he cursed inwardly as he quickly grabbed his helmet and hopped on his bike to chase after her.

* * * * * ellie had managed to lose colt after half an hour, which she counted as a massive win given that he had the advantage with his bike in l.a. traffic. but she knew how to navigate every nook and cranny of l.a. having spent the better part of the last couple of years charting courses and back-up escape paths. she pulled into the underground parking lot near her destination, pulled on a blonde wig, fixed up her makeup, and changed into heels.

she stepped out of the car and took the parking elevator to the ground floor, walking as fast as she could in three-inch heels outside to flag down a cab. she gave the driver instructions and sat back, giving her appearance a once-over and spritzing a light perfume on her wrists and neck. she pulled up the discreet app on her phone, the one they used to message with their buyers and targets in a way that was untraceable, and texted her contact. he wanted to put a job before her? two could play this game.

when she arrived at the very expensive club, she gave her alias to the bouncer and was escorted quickly to the vip room, where her contact was waiting.  aaron montmartre, the spoiled nephew of famed hollywood producer viktor montmartre, who was known for his extensive collection of expensive cars, spending sprees on viktor’s black card, and his weakness for young, attractive women. he was supposed to receive the newest koenigsegg model before it was even available to the public. and ellie was going to find out exactly when and where the drop would be.

* * * * * colt pulled up around the corner of the vip hot spot that was a known celebrity hangout. he knew ellie and knew she was pissed enough to want to teach him a lesson. he couldn’t help but be impressed with how seamlessly she drove through l.a. to get him off her tail and how she succeeded briefly. he prided himself on being able to handle any route with his bike and the fact that she was still able to lose him was beyond sexy. there was no one else that could compare to her.

although he didn’t know exactly what she was doing, he did know that he needed to be really careful not to give himself away too early. he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked casually up to the bouncer, giving him a curt nod. the bouncer gave him a long, scrutinizing look before letting him in. it took colt a few seconds to let his eyes adjust to the dark, hazy atmosphere of the pulsing nightclub.

he walked toward the bar – it would give him the most unassuming vantage point to observe the club and he could do with a drink – only to notice a blonde wig and curve-hugging dress that looked all too familiar. he approached the bar slowly, making sure there were enough people between them that he wouldn’t get noticed; even though her back was to him, all she would need to do was turn to the right and she’d spot him in her peripheral.

colt ordered a glass of whiskey neat so that he’d have something to keep him occupied as he watched ellie flirt openly with their target. colt knew what ellie was likely up to and he was both angry that she would jeopardize the job by potentially tipping their hand early and furious that she would openly flirt with another man. most people didn’t understand the difference, but a furious colt was a jealous colt; the concept of jealousy was something he kept out of his vocabulary.

ellie knew. she knew the moment colt walked into the room. after three years, five months, seventeen days, and twelve successful jobs together, she had learned a thing or two about him. she knew that he would eventually get back on her tail and actually, she was counting on it. it was what she was good at. reading people. learning him. studying the ins and outs of the road and the job. memorizing the ins and outs of him.

and one of the things ellie knew was that colt was a jealous man, although he would rather shoot himself in the foot than admit it out loud to anyone. but if he could use his raw magnetism to get a job done, then she could use her innocent appearance to disarm a target and gain intel. she had already spent the better half of the last 30 minutes pretending to be a tipsy flirt and encouraging aaron toward drunkenness, knowing he’d be more likely to spill details that way.

what she expected but still wasn’t prepared for was how handsy and charming aaron could be. she actually found herself enjoying their flirty banter and perhaps realized that she was a little tipsier than she should be. ellie turned to lean against the bar so she could subtly inch closer to aaron, placing a hand carefully on his bicep as though to steady herself. she immediately felt colt’s eyes staring at the back of her head and had to make a conscious effort not to shiver. she barely registered aaron placing his hand on her hip and leaning in far too close to ask her if she wanted to leave with him.

“i just got the newest koenigsegg model delivered to me. we could take it for a test drive,” he murmured in her ear.

it took every ounce of willpower ellie had not to tense at the situation. her mind was reeling with this new tidbit of information that would put a wrench in their plans; they had assumed the drop would happen in the next few days.

she knew what she had to do but she also knew colt would be pissed, even more than he already was. ellie pulled back slightly and smiled. “i would love that,” she said invitingly.

that was all it took. before ellie could say anything else, she felt colt’s presence appear behind her, his hand hovering by her right hip.

“if you know what’s good for you, you’ll back off,” colt said through gritted teeth. ellie could feel the tension radiating off him as he sidled up next to her. “we’re together.”

aaron stood up slowly, taking out a wad of bills from his pocket and leaving a generous tip on the bar counter without breaking eye contact with colt. ellie instinctively took a step back away from colt only to have the wooden bar press into her back.

“who the fuck are you?” aaron said, casually inching closer to ellie so his shoulder was angled in front of her.

colt’s hand clenched into a fist. “someone you don’t want to mess with. now back off.”

“i don’t think we should be speaking for the pretty lady. leah, you know this creep?”

ellie blinked, slightly startled before remembering that her alias was leah. she slowly turned to give colt a pointed glare, raising an eyebrow and hoping he’d get the hint.

she turned back to aaron and gave him her best impression of an innocent smile. “no, i don’t think i’ve seen him before in my life.”

aaron turned back to colt. “you heard the lady. now i think you better leave before i have security escort you out.”

colt unclenched and clenched his fist a few times as though he was stretching it. ellie knew where this was headed and inwardly sighed; she could countdown from five at this rate.

right on cue, colt’s fist flew at aaron’s face, hitting him square in the jaw and sending him backward into the bar seat he was occupying previously. to his credit and ellie’s surprise, aaron seemed unfazed, picking himself back up and massaging his jaw briefly.

“why don’t we take this outside and settle this like men?” aaron said, challenging colt with his glare.

ellie’s brow furrowed. normally, colt getting into a bar fight with someone who had been flirting with her wouldn’t faze her, but they did need to figure out how to lift aaron’s car without him suspecting them or getting caught. she wasn’t sure how beating the guy up would help with that. and now she was stuck pretending she didn’t know who colt was.

“fine. after you,” colt seethed, stepping to the side so ellie and aaron could move away from the bar. aaron was a good head taller than him and ellie didn’t think this would be that easy of a fight given how quickly aaron had bounced back before.

aaron reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black fob. “why don’t you go hang out in the car, leah? this shouldn’t take long. it’s in one of the reserved parking spots in the garage, closest to the elevator,” he said, grabbing her hand to place the fob in her palm and closing her fingers over it.

ellie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she looked at him. “oh-okay,” she said, turning away from aaron. she gave colt a pointed side-eye as she passed him.

well, that was a freebie, she thought to herself as she made her way down to the car. it was exactly where aaron said it would be. ellie slid into the driver’s seat and ran her hands over the steering wheel, relishing the feel of the cool leather underneath her fingers. she grabbed her sunglasses and put them on as she drove out of the garage, quickly dialing toby on speakerphone.

“toby, i need you to ready the drop site off exit 54. i’ll explain later. if colt calls, tell him to meet me at our spot,” ellie said quickly, as she navigated the local roads to the drop site, taking extra care to avoid intersections and neighborhoods with traffic cameras.

once she arrived at the drop site, she checked with toby that the car stayed off the radar before emptying the glovebox, wiping down her prints, and shoving her wig into her purse. being methodical was ellie’s forte, even with the adrenaline running through her body, she knew she did everything right.

the dryve back to her car was uneventful, which did little to ease ellie’s nerves. she wasn’t worried about the job in actuality, but about colt. she knew he could hold his own in a fight, but she also knew how stubborn he could be. and despite still being angry with him, she was admittedly worried for his safety.

ellie felt like she was holding her breath the entire drive over to the cliffside. it wasn’t until she saw the familiar motorcycle parked near the railing that she felt a sigh of relief escape her body. she parked and stepped out, her gaze falling on the back of colt’s head.

she walked slowly over to him with anxiety in her stomach at the thought of how bruised he might be. it wasn’t until she saw that he was mostly unscathed, other than a purple bruise forming on his cheekbone and his knuckles, that her shoulders finally sagged, the tension she held all evening releasing at once.

“colt… thank god, you’re okay,” she said softly as she looked up at him, raising her hand hesitantly toward his bruised cheek.

instead, she closed her hand into a fist and punched him in the shoulder.

“ow— ellie, i just got out of a fight, seriously?!” colt yelped, angling his shoulder away from her.

ellie stepped forward every time he stepped back so she could punch him again and again. “you asshole. don’t you dare do that again, i was seriously worried about you! and you almost cost us the job!”

“i’m sorry, ow— will you let me, augh!” colt said, finally managing to grab her wrist and hold it in place while grabbing her hip with his other hand and pulling her close.

she made a half-assed attempt at struggling, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to break away. ellie did her best to glare at him, but as she looked into his eyes, she felt her anger cracking. her eyes softened and she found herself subconsciously leaning in. in a split second, colt’s lips were on hers, hot and desperate.

ellie almost forgot why she was mad at him to begin with as he gently bit her lower lip, eliciting a contented sigh that gave his tongue entrance. he pulled her hips as close as possible to his and ellie wrapped her arms around his neck. she gave back just as desperately, fighting him for dominance as she traced her tongue around his bottom lip, sucking on it gently.

colt let out a ragged breath and finally pulled back. “i’m sorry, el,” he said quietly, punctuating her name with a tender kiss. “i’m sorry,” he said again, giving her another kiss.

“if you ever cheat on me again—” ellie threatened quietly before colt silenced her with another gentle kiss.

“believe me, i won’t do that again. i did not like seeing another man put his hands on you, even if it was for a job,” colt said sheepishly, avoiding her gaze.

ellie grinned. “at least we got the job done,” she said.

colt smirked at her. “good, so i didn’t take a beating for nothing. now i don’t know about you, but i could go for a swim.”

“pretty sure you’re not supposed to go in the ocean with open wounds,” ellie warned as she watched colt strip down to his underwear.

“i hear the salt water is great for cuts,” colt grinned cheekily. “you gonna join me, sweetheart?”

ellie rolled her eyes and smiled. “okay, but don’t say i didn’t warn you,” she said, taking off her dress and shoes.

“hey,” colt said with a sudden seriousness just as she was preparing to jump. she turned to look at him and he pulled her closer.

“thanks for having my back,” he murmured, leaning in to give her a deep kiss that took her breath away.

“i’m still your driver, aren’t i?” ellie said affectionately.

colt smirked and gave a nod in response. he held out his hand for her to grab and they turned to look at the glittering horizon before they jumped, together.

* * * * * mentions: @choicesficwriterscreations; @lovehugsandcandy; @kat-tia801 choices permatag: @withbeautyandrage; @agentnolastname; @freckles-spangledvampire

[gh03st-writer]

Madam Kadara

Summary:  Phoenix Ryder got herself exiled after joining the revolt on the Nexus when both the Arks and Pathfinders were nowhere in sight. After over a year of coping with losing her family and being stranded in a whole new galaxy, she finally gets word of an Ark docking the Nexus: the Ark Hyperion. The arrival of the Hyperion and its Pathfinder shakes Phoenix's world and forces her to consider her position as an information dealer on Kadara.

Pairing: Reyes x OFC

Warnings: some angst

A/N: This has been bouncing around my head for a while, especially since I just finished my second playthrough of Andromeda! If you enjoy reading this as much as I’m enjoying writing it then stay tuned for more!

Chapter 1: Hope

Phoenix tapped her foot to the music as she leaned against the railing that overlooked Kralla’s Song. It had already more than a year since she was exiled to Kadara with the rest of the members of the Initiative that revolted when the Arks were nowhere in sight and nothing was being done to make anybody feel any better about it. She had made a decent home for herself, if she were to be the judge and jury of her own life, club owner and information dealer wasn’t as bad of a gig as the rest of the world would like you to believe.

           Someone silently walked up next to her and whispered in her ear about someone who just docked and had information regarding the Nexus she would want to hear. Phoenix arched her eyebrow and glanced at the individual next to her before pushing herself off the railing and walking towards the exit, “I’m on my way.”

           She silently made her way to the dock, wondering what this information was the value of bringing it all the way out to the home of the exiles. Phoenix noticed the man waiting for her, he was a little twitchy for someone trying to make a deal with Andromeda’s most prominent information dealer, “I heard you had information for me.”

           The man rubbed the back of his neck and look over his shoulder, Phoenix couldn’t decide if it was a nervous twitch or if he was trying to make sure he wouldn’t be shot in the back once the words left his mouth, “Can we do this somewhere less crowded?”

           Phoenix folded her arms, her impatience getting the better of her, “Look, I don’t have times to play games, either you give me the information and I compensate you or I have you kicked off the port.”

           The man shuffled his feet closer to Phoenix so that he could whisper within earshot, “It’s about the human Pathfinder.”

           She inhaled a sharp breath and looked at the man incredulously, last she knew none of the Arks had made it to Andromeda, “If you’re lying, I’ll drown you in the deepest lake on Kadara.”

           Phoenix turned on her heels and started to walk back to Kralla’s song. The man stared at her, unsure if he should follow or if he should stay where he was. She looked over her shoulder when she didn’t hear footsteps behind her, “Are you coming or do I need to find someone to drag you?”

           The man quickly moved his feet and did his best to catch up to Phoenix and follow her to a hidden room in Kralla’s Song that she used as her office of sorts.

           She sat on a nearby couch and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, making her look just as intimidating as every rumor had made her out to be. The man continued to shuffle his feet nervously and twitch. Phoenix huffed, “Calm down, this is one of the most confidential rooms in Kadara, if you have secrets to tell then this is where to do, so stop shuffling and get on with it.”

           The man looked at the door nervously before deciding that Phoenix was probably right, “I heard that the Ark Hyperion made it to the Nexus and the human Pathfinder showed up but it wasn’t the one they were expecting, this one’s a woman, not Alec Ryder.”

           Phoenix’s eyes turned into slits as she absorbed the man’s information, “What else?”

           The man continued to fidget, “This Pathfinder can control the Remnant, she is restoring the Vaults and making planets livable.”

           She stared at the man for a moment, nearly burning holes through him as she processed everything she told him. He shifted from one foot to the other as he watched her take in everything her told her. She lifted her Omni-tool and transferred credits to him, “Thank you for the information, this should be more than enough to compensate you for your time,” and waved him away. The man thanked her and left quickly.

           Phoenix ran a hand through her hair before rolling her shoulders as she leaned back against the couch. A million things ran through her head as she considered the implications of what the man said. If the Ark Hyperion really did finally reach the Nexus and the Pathfinder that was leading them wasn’t her father then she wanted to know who the hell it was. There is only one other person on Kadara that she could ask without raising any flags or having to pay to get the answers she needed.

           Reyes Vidal.

Phoenix took the lift to the Slums, acknowledging everyone who waved at her or said their hellos. The number of people who knew her in Kadara Port seemed to grow each day and she wondered just how far into Andromeda her name has been spoken. It’s a dangerous game, trading information, but she enjoyed chasing death every now and again. Her father called her an adrenaline junkie, she wondered what he would call her now.

           She entered Tartarus and stopped by the bar before heading to Reyes’ room. Kian started mixing a drink for her, Phoenix always ordered the same thing when she came to Tartarus, “What brings the Madam of Kadara to my bar?”

           Phoenix laughed and gratefully took the drink from Kian, “The only smuggler on this damn rock worth my time.”

            Kian started cleaning a bar glass, “You just missed him.”

           “I’m patient, I’ll wait,” Phoenix replied with a smirk that said more than her words.

           Kian shook their head as Phoenix walked off towards Reyes’ private room. One of the few benefits of Reyes having this room was that it got some of the best transmission signals in the Port.

           Phoenix opened the door and flopped on the couch, opening her Omni-tool and waving her hand to project the screen on the nearby wall. She scrolled through her messages and the information she had coming in from several people she had stationed in various parts of Andromeda. There was a key phrase she was looking for: Human Pathfinder. She narrowed her search and started to immediately find what she was looking for; the Human Pathfinder was a hot topic in Andromeda and gaining traction by the minute.

           Hours flew by as Phoenix sorted and read through every mention of the Human Pathfinder, and what she found shook her to her core:

           The Human Pathfinder was not her father, Alec Ryder died on Habitat 7 shortly after making landfall and restoring the Vault. The new Pathfinder is her little sister, Artemis Ryder, the only Ryder twin to wake up from cryo, leaving Apollo Ryder stuck in a coma until they can safely wake him up. Artemis Ryder has successfully freed the Moshae from the Kett and restored three more Vaults in the process; creating a strong alliance with the Angara.

           Phoenix leaned forward in an attempt to make sure what she was reading was really there. She lifted her hand to her cheek as she felt something run down her face, her hand came away wet and it made her realize she had started to cry. She thought her family was lost to dark space, the very thought of having the chance to see them again overwhelmed her with an emotion she hadn’t felt since being exiled to Kadara: hope.  

           She was so wrapped up in her own emotions that she hadn’t even noticed the door open and that Reyes had walked in.

           Reyes noticed Phoenix’s tears and wrinkled brow the minute he stepped in the room. He shut the door behind him and crouched down next to her to be able to grab her attention, “What’s wrong?”

           Phoenix barely heard his voice, the entire world sounded like it was submerged in water. She slowly registered his words and looked over to find him looking up at her, tears still streaming down her face, “My family made it.”

[amusewithaview]

Certain Doom (DA Soulmate AU)

A/N: I am not even remotely sorry.

“So have you chosen a canon Inquisitor yet?”

Yes!  My first elf girl who romanced Cullen.

canon quiz?

“Whichever character you use to build the world state for your next game is the canon,” Lisbeth explained.  “Mine is an elf, too, and I romanced Cullen, too.  I’ll fight you for him, Ashley!”

u guys and your jocks i swear i only have the one playthrough and i’m romancing solas for the lols so idk my canon is unwritten undefined so we’ll see i guess?

We can share him, Liz.

Thunder rolled, rattling the windows and making Lisbeth jump.  “Oof!  It’s storming here so I might cut out,” she said apologetically.  “If that happens I’ll just restart the stream, no worries.”

Storming here too!  Ashley replied in the chat.

yeah same  Hayden agreed.  weird

“It’s not that weird.  Storms happen.  Speaking of, how should I upgrade Bethany, you guys?  Do I make her an ice mage, or...?”

One second, storm is picking up and I need to check my windows.

ICE ICE BABY

Back!  Is Force mage unlocked yet?  Been forever since I played DA2...

ICE ICE BABY!!!

OMG fine do ice or Hay will never let it go.

Let it gooooo, let it gooooo, can’t hold it back anymooooooore!

“Okay, ice it is,” Lizbeth said, smiling at her friends’ antics.

FUCK THAT WAS CLOSE SHIT SH

you ok Ash???

“Ash?”

o fuck ME

“Hay?” Lisbeth called, frowning at the chat log.  She waited a few seconds before calling their names again.  The number count on her stream hadn’t changed, so their systems were still logged on and watching her playthrough.  But... they weren’t answering.  The hairs on Lisbeth’s arms and the back of her neck stood on end all at once.  She shivered, looking to the windows where the constant flicker of lightning kept illuminating the driving rain.

It looked like the lightning was getting closer, maybe she should-

Her world dissolved into brilliant white.

Too late.

It took three blinks for Ashley to realize something was wrong.  That wasn’t her ceiling, this wasn’t her bed - what the hell?  She sat up and looked around.  To her left was a person, curled up with their back to her.  To her right, another person, curled up with their back to her.  She made out red hair to her left and dark brown to her right.  Ashley was the only conscious one, and while that remained true, she intended to find out as much as she could.

She stood up and dusted herself off, frowning when she realized that her clothes had been changed.  She’d been in pajamas, but now she wore a green coat over a simple gray tunic and pants.  There was a soft gray cloth wrapped loosely around her neck and when she felt behind her head she found a hood.  Hayden ran her fingers over her hair - wrapped in a complicated braid and significantly longer than she remembered it being - and froze when her fingers encountered delicate fleshy points.

Pointed ears.  Elf ears.  What?

“Oh.  Ow.”

Hayden turned and saw that the brunette was sitting up, one hand to her head.  Now that her hair had shifted, she could see that this person also had pointed ears.  “Hey...” Ashley said, awkwardly waving.

The brunette looked up, squinting and revealing large, luminous hazel eyes set in a delicately featured face that screamed Disney Princess™.  “Ashley?” she said, looking confused.  “You look...elfy.”

“Hayden?!”  Ashley dropped to her knees and immediately grabbed the smaller elf into a bear hug.  “Hate to break it to you, but you are also elfier than normal.  Wait, is there a normal amount of elfiness we should be shooting for?”

Hayden laughed and hugged her back.  “No clue.  Think that’s Lisbeth?”

They broke apart and turned to the last person, still unconscious on the ground.  “By process of elimination, probably?  But where are we, why are we elves, and what the hell happened?”

“Search me.”

There was a low groan from the third person, and then vicious grumbling in what Ashley recognized as German.  The body on the ground flopped over, revealing a thunderous expression made even more ominous by the thick brows overshadowing dark eyes that looked-

“Lisbeth?”

“Ja?  I mean, yes,” the redhead said, sitting up.  “What-?”

“It’s me, Ashley, and that’s Hayden.  I think...well, I think we might be in Dragon Age?  Somehow?”  She sat back on her heels and clenched her hands into fists on her thighs, trying not to freak out while she sorted her thoughts verbally.  “We’re all elves now?  And you look like that picture of your Inquisitor you showed me screenshots of, and Hayden looks like the Inquisitor she’s been streaming, so I-”

“You’re blonde, and very tall, and look sort of like a cat,” Lisbeth said bluntly.  “Actually, the eyes are kind of creepy in this light...”

“I think they look cool,” Hayden said, giving her an appraising look.

“Not important right now, guys!  We might be in Dragon Age!  Dragon Age!”

“Yes, but where?” Lisbeth asked.

“And when?” Hayden chimed in.

“Hell if I know, but we need to find out, fast.”

It took mere minutes for them to sort out what they could, because it wasn’t much.  They confirmed that yes, all of them had been morphed into their canon Inquisitors (only Inquisitor, in Hayden’s case), but with a few small changes.  Hayden’s hair was significantly darker, almost black in the dim light of the tunnel they’d found themselves in.  Lisbeth’s eyes were purple, which made her mutter about Mary Sues and bad fanfiction.  Ashley’s eyes had been green in her Inquisitor’s canon, but the switch to amber-gold didn’t bother her, since it added to the, as Lisbeth put it, ‘creepy cat’ aesthetic.

None of them had the vallaslin they remembered choosing.

They were all wearing what looked like a facsimile of the Inquisitor’s gear in the game’s opening, minus most of the armor.  Each of them identically outfited in green, gray, and brown.  They had no weapons, and only thirty copper coins between them.

“We’re fucked,” Lisbeth said.

“Don’t be so negative,” Hayden chided.

“We’re fucked!” Lisbeth repeated, this time in a faux-happy chirp.

“We’re Schroedinger’s Fucked,” Ashley said.  “Our state of fuckery is yet to be determined because we still don’t know where or when we are.  Lets follow the tunnel and see where it leads.”  She looked down the tunnel.  She could only make out another fifteen feet before it took a sharp turn out of sight.

“You going anytime soon?” Hayden asked.

She shifted on her feet.  “Yes, just-”

“Let’s go!”

Lisbeth and Ashley exchanged grim looks before following Hayden down the tunnel.  It took another ten minutes of walking before they saw signs of habitation.  There was an offshoot to their tunnel that led to a door.  Since the door had three obvious traps and probably at least twice as many ones they couldn’t see, they kept going.

Eventually, after several more nerve-wracking minutes, they emerged into a larger area, lit with torches.  There were a few people waiting outside of what looked like a house, built up against a curve in the cavern’s wall.  There was a sign by the door of the house, and the sight of it made Lisbeth grab both of her companions and yank them to a halt.

“We’re in Kirkwall!”

“Fuck,” Hayden sighed.  “I haven’t played this one yet.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been several years since I played this one,” Ashley muttered.

They both turned and raised their eyebrows at Lisbeth.

“I haven’t played it in two years!  I was in the prologue!”

“Do you remember what you chose?  Odds are, we’re in your worldstate...” Ashley pointed out.

“Um... I was playing a Rogue Hawke, male because-” she paused and smirked at Ashley.

“Shut up,” Ashley hissed.  She could feel her ears twitching as she glared.  She swept her hands up and clamped them down over the pointed ends.  “Shit, this is going to take some getting used to.”

“You’re one to talk,” Lisbeth muttered.  “At least your ears are normal sized.”  She reached up and poked at one of her own ears, easily the largest of the three of them.  They’d all gone for wildly different looks when designing their Inquisitors.  Aside from being elves, they couldn’t have looked more different from each other if they’d tried.

“Guys!  Focus!” Hayden said, scowling at them.

“Okay, so we’re in Kirkwall.  Great, not ideal but it could probably be worse.  Now, when are we?” Ashley said.

“Well, if the clinic is there, then Anders will be there,” Lisbeth pointed out.

“Great!  Let’s go, then,” Hayden said, turning on her heel and heading for the building.  The other two scrambled after her, reluctant to enter but utterly unwilling to be left behind.

The clinic was large, and appeared to be in the process of expanding.

“Act Two!” Lisbeth murmured.  “Must be!”

“Maybe not,” Ashley replied.  “Look, there’s-”

“Can I help you?”

The voice had all three of them turning to face the speaker.  There was a tall human male with reddish hair pulled back into a half-tail striding towards them.  He had a thick coating of stubble lining his jaw and looked tired.

“Oh!” Hayden cried out, curling over and falling sideways into Ashley.

“Is your friend ill?” Anders asked, speeding up.

Lisbeth raised her hands as if to ward him off: “She’s fine, thank you, we’ll just go now, we don’t want to be any-”

Ashley bodily picked up the smallest elf, backing away from the mage.

Too late, a wash of cool blue magic swept over the trio as Anders’ eyes lit from within.  “Wait, you-” he froze in place, eyes raking over each elf in turn.  “What have you-” he shook his head and swayed in place, eyes screwing tightly shut.  Suddenly, little wisps of light started to emanate from behind his closed eyelids.

Lisbeth shoved Ashley towards the door, “Now would be a good time to-”

“Run?”

“Yes!”

They booked it, ignoring the strange echoing cry that called for them to halt.

“What was that?” Ashley asked, poking Hayden in the forehead.

They’d sprinted till they’d found sunlight and what was probably the docks, based on the water, boats, and people bustling around.  They were seated on some barrels in an out of the way corner, catching their breath.

“Ouch!  Don’t Itachi me, you weirdo.”

“Well, stop Sasuke-style brooding, then.”

Hayden scowled, rubbing her hand over her heart.  “I don’t know, I felt...something.  Like a pull?  I don’t know how to describe it.  It got worse when I saw him, though.”

“That was Anders,” Lisbeth said, sounding shellshocked.  “Anders.”

“We’re in Kirkwall, yes, Anders is here,” Ashley said.

“We have to stay away from Anders,” Lisbeth said firmly.

Hayden grimaced, but didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Liz - have you always had that tattoo?”

Ashley’s words had her frowning: “Tattoo?  I don’t have-”

“Your hand, look at it.”

Lisbeth looked down at her hands, ignoring the way they’d gotten longer and skinnier since her transmigration into an elvhen body.  There was nothing on the backs of her hands, but on the palm of her right hand she found three symbols that looked like a cross between hieroglyphs and cuneiform.  The symbols were a vivid and sparkly pink.

“What the fuck?” she breathed.  “What the fuck!  What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fucking FUCK.”

“Shit, I think you broke Liz.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Ashley cried.

“What is this shit?” Lisbeth exclaimed before switching to German and going into a tirade neither of the other two could understand.  She paced back and forth in front of them, kicking out at the barrels and walls as she passed them.  Finally she stopped, fisted her hands at her sides, and yelled at the sky.

One of the barrels abruptly caught on fire.

“Hey, Liz?” Hayden called.

“WHAT.”

“I know this isn’t the best time, but I think you might be a mage, too.”

“FUUUUUUUUU-”

[thedreamingreaper]

My favorite moments/quotes from Five Days in Galdin Quay by pinkmoogle

January 18th, I completed my first playthrough of Final Fantasy XV I was having a big case of the feels and I just needed more content. So what do I do afterwards?

I read fanfiction.

I went on Fanfic.net and then I hit the motherload on AO3. Just holy crap there was so many fics. Like any new fandom I start with the really sweet, cute to the humorous. Read some NoctisXLuna fics, they were cute. Though there was fic one that caught my attention. Jump to the 24th of January, a day at the laundromat, you know how those days work. Anyway, while I was waiting I open AO3 to help pass the time and a fic called “Five Days in Galdin Quay“ by @pinkmoogle pops up. A reader-insert with Noctis. Okay okay. A vacation with the Chocobros and Noctis as the love interest....hhmmmm. So a small part of my brain is like hmm what if its like those badly written self-inserts? but the other part was screaming READ IT READ IT READ IT, TO HELL WITH IT.

*tap*

Okay sooo I didn’t really read it at the laundromat, BUT I saved it for that night!

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Lemme just say I stayed up all night reading up to chapter 4, when it was still the latest chapter. So obviously I didn’t regret this. ( ॣ•͈૦•͈ ॣ) Now it just updated Thursday with chapter nine!!!! Its soooo BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN and omg my poor ovaries had the most damage. I’ve read this over and over until I can almost memorize the whole thing...okay I’m exaggerating. SO anyway the point of this post is I will be listing My favorite moments/quotes from Five Days in Galdin Quay by @pinkmoogle. Fair warning: spoilers cause I’ll be going through each chapter and this may get to be long as hell....I’m sorry...I’m not sorry tho. I TOTALLY AND STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU READ THE WHOLE DANG FIC

Chapter One: Change of Plans

Okay let’s start this!

I can immediately hear the character’s voices in my head.

Galdin Quay is the ultimate vacation spot.

Each of the guy’s clothing choice ON. POINT.

“She can sit on my lap, if she has to. The drive isn’t that far… An hour, at most. With the top down, there’ll be plenty of room. Don’t worry.” The situation where they are about to leave Cape Caem and there is literally no space left for Reader-chan, except sit on Gladio’s lap for the whole ride. This reminds me of one time back in high school my friend was the ONLY one in our small group to have a car and a license so she gave us rides home. Anyway all six of us piled in her car and the backseat was EXACTLY LIKE THIS. We were packed like freaking sardines.

THAT EYE CONTACT THO. Hoooo boy oh boy oh boy.

Chapter Two: Partners

Iggy and his can of Ebony. “...somewhat perverse interest in the way that his throat flexed when he swallowed down a mouthful of it and the way that he clicked his tongue against his palate to protract the taste...”

“I’m fine. You’re just… uh, really hard to sit on.” yeah I would totally be willing to throw myself off the Regalia

“God, just GET me OUT of this car before I decide to climb onto the back dash for the rest of the way… I’ll look at nothing but my hands, I swear.” ʱªʱªʱª (ᕑᗢूᓫ∗) HAHAHAHA just internal screaming

the drive from Cape Caem to Galdin Quay...always start FFXV with a drive to Galdin from Caem. ALWAYS.

‘Galdin Quay was everything that you'd expected it to be…’ Making it my mission to travel and find a real life Galdin Quay SOMEWHERE ON THIS EARTH.

When they met in high school and and well, what little that we know what happened.

‘If he wanted to look…… then you’d give him something to look at.’ DAT LIL STRIP TEASE. CLAP CLAP CLAP. Also VERY nice touch on the black bikini another round of applause. *clap clap clap*

 THE ULTIMATE GAME OF CHICKEN!!! PART ONE

Chapter Three: Poison

“...he shifted his russet gaze over toward you - the pearly-whites of his anteriors surfacing beneath smirking lips as the tip of tongue licked intently at the corner of his mouth just as his right eye sealed in a wink. “Super  starving…” WELP IF THIS SHOWS A JEALOUS NOCTIS...I’m ALL FOR IT!!!

“Concentrate... Concentrate… God, he feels  so  good, though… So warm, so soft, so strong... “HOOLY  CRAPPP READER-CHAN AND NOCTIS PAIRED UP FOR THE SECOND PART OF CHICKEN. IT BEGINS. THE SPARK IS LIT.

Can I say I LOOVVVEEE the use of using the left, middle and right margins?? Its such a breath of fresh air.

That intense eye contact before REader-chan went unconsciousness. OHH LORRDD.

Chapter Four: Panic

“Would you like to come in there with me, maybe?” IF only If only we could get Ignis.

“Why did blood still blotch the surface? Shouldn’t all effects of the sting have dissipated along with the wound itself?....Do I…? Do I have a hickey? Is that a hickey? Is that…?....Your inner-thigh to the tops of both of your legs - eyes widening when you detected twin, circular bruises in the shape of the Prince’s fingertips.” WELP WELP WELP...DANG DANG INTERESTING PLACE TO HAVE A HICKEY.

THAT WHOLE MASTURBATION SCENE. *pulls hair* 

The small lil NoctisxreaderxGladio fantasy...sweet baby jesus.

MOTHER FUCKING NOCTIS JUST HANGING OUT OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM DOOR

“Hopefully your bed helps you relax more than the bathtub did…” YOU CHEEKY SEXY BASTARD.

Chapter Five: Situations

“...Irradiated streaks of carnation-pink, dreamsicle-orange and pastel-blues that decorated the morning sky, it couldn’t have been later than six o’clock...” I LOVE THIS DESCRIPTION.

“You’d been insatiable - trembling fingers heedlessly coaxing your heated flesh into orgasm while you took a patch of the comforter between your teeth to stifle the broken whine that followed, even though your bedroom hadn’t harbored another set of ears for such sounds to fall on.”

SO MUCH ADAM CROASDELL

“...if Ignis,  of all people,  were to act as a secondary tally to that list, you’d pack your luggage and  walk back to Caem...” totally imagines all bags packed and just speed walking out of there. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

“Ignis vocalized his approval with something of a groan - the deepened drawl rumbling from within his chest and tickling at your ears until the shell of them turned pink from the praise...” PRAISE KINK SO MUCH PRAISE FROM IGNIS YASSSSSS

Blueberry pancakes - BEST WAY TO START THE DAY. Anyone who says otherwise is invalid.

Freshly squeezed orange juice with Ignis...YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE RIGHT PRESSURE.

Chapter Six: Standpoint

This chapter from the POV of our sleepy prince.

Hear hear to Pale Ales!!

‘She looked demoralized, wrecked and ruined, and all within a matter of minutes...” ohhhhhh.

“She watched him with a keen, avid thirst, irises flickering from one of his eyes to the other before dropping to watch the way that his mouth strenuously moved against her. As she watched him -  and as he watched her - her marring whimpers and restless shifts had almost completely ceased, as if the eye-contact alone had been the sole alleviation to her misery.But amidst these fervent ministrations and deep, nasal intakes of breath, Noctis quickly realized…...that he could  smell  her. “ Ooohhhhhhh

“...the floor of his mouth instantaneously flooding with saliva from the sheer  carnality of it and magnifying his pupils into swollen, ravenous pits of gluttony and greed. Her scent was wispy and almost floral in nature, damp but not foul with a salty distinction that classified it as one thing, and one thing only...She was enjoying this.” OHHH

*PAUSE, goosebumbs and oh lord help me through this*

“ heaving out an audible, yet shaky exhale as blood thundered directly to his groin from the luscious, honeyed purrs that lewdly poured from the other side…“ sweet baby jesus

“Goddamnit, she sounds so... fucking... p r e t t y... “ *no words only squeaks*

“Mmmn. Let’s see your reaction, pretty girl… “ *SQUEAKS INTENSIFIES*

 "Don’t... you... dare. Don’t you   dare  be quiet…   Not with me… “ I would like to thank everything good and holy in this world and it has been a good good thing. O///w///O

I would like to summarize this whole chapter with, “Oh, f u c k.“

Chapter Seven: Seabound

THE GLASS FLOOR

GLOWING BARRELFISH

BEST NIGHTLIGHT

“The fish, dude!The fish! Do you know how cool it’d be to fall asleep to the glow of a barrelfish? Best. Nightlight. Ever.”

The S. S. Odin

“...opening your eyes that you didn’t even know that you’d closed, your gaze was quickly met with the black, downy fabric of the chest that you were pressed against -- confirming that it  hadn’t, in fact, been Prompto that had caught you -- but the startling realization of who had was enough to make your heart-rate spike unsettlingly...” ohhh lord

“You haven’t looked at me all morning,”....”I’m looking at you right now.”   Boom. “ *sinks down chair*

“Do I make you nervous?“ ..... ......YES OMG YES YOU MAKE ME FUCKING NERVOUS. YOU HAVE TURNED ME INTO A NERVOUS WRECK.

Chapter Eight: Storm

GLADIO the ultimate sexy distraction.

“If I don’t make it, Noct and Gladio can make fun of me for the rest of the trip, but if I  do make it…” Prompto trailed off, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth as aquamarine irises shifted from one set of curious eyes to the other. “... We get to do karaoke tonight out on the beach.”...”I’m thinkin’ about… oh, what’s that one song? It came out in the late nineties. Iris, you would know! It’s about genies, I think.“ Ahhh such a classic song.

NOCTIS IS THE EMBODIMENT OF TEMPTATION

“What are you trying to say?“, “Oh, you know  what I’m trying to say“, “You really want me to say it?”,“I  really want you to say it.”, “I think that you’re a pussy.” OHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHH

Chapter Nine: Rubicon

AKA THE DESTROYER OF OVARIES

AKA HARBINGER OF SEXY DEATH

AKA WE ONLY JUST STARTED YO

I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS CHAPTER AGAIN I AM GOING TO EITHER A) SCREAM MY HEAD OFF OR B) DIE AN EXTREMELY EARLY DEATH WITH MY LAST WORDS OH GOD OH GOD.

C-can I say this WHOLE CHAPTER IS MY FAVORITE?!?!

LIKE ASDSFDGFHJKKL MY OVARIES HAVE EXPLODED

We’re gonna need crates of band-aids and STAT.

(×_×;）DED

[obibail]

"He said that's your style. Never quite lies, clever half-truths that let you convince yourself you're doing the right thing."