#shepards of haven

[ollietime]

Hilde Erkan, one of my OCs (from @shepherds-of-haven’s game) fresh off a battle! Can you guess what her heritage is?

About the drawing:

In my head, Ket features are a broad, flat nose, a strong jawline, deepset eyes, and a square face. So I tried to give her all of those features! Hilde means battle-ready or battle-woman and can be lengthened to Hildegarde, but I liked the more blunt feeling of Hilde. Erkan is from the Turkish Er (brave man) and Kan (blood) and I feel is a fitting Ket last name! Hilde is looking very intense here: maybe you’re the last demon she has to kill or something, but it’s clear you’ve pissed her off. Tried my best to get that spooky raccoon glow I’m sure the iialdrin (is that how you spell it?) gives off in the dark! This is a quick drawing but I’m very happy with how I captured her!

About Hilde:

Hilde is a Ket-raised self-taught Shifter (Historically I’ve gone for Enchanter or Wild Mage, but I’m having fun playing her! I’m really falling in love with the Arcane branch :D) who’s romancing Ayla! Her closest friends among the Shepherds are Blade (Ket solidarity), Chase (he makes her laugh), Halek (she just likes the guy), and Lavinet (Hilde thinks she’s cool, and really appreciates the different perspective on missions). She’s close with everyone, but that’s who she would say she’s closest with if asked! Her highest skills are silver tongue and bright mind. Hilde’s personality is a little weird: she’s got a bit of that classic Ket stoniness about her, but only if she’s comfortable enough around you (or cares little enough) to drop her upbeat and friendly facade, if that makes sense? Like…. a customer service persona? But that’s just for like acquaintances and missions. If she knows you she drops that and lets her unexpressive side shine through! Otherwise she’s down to earth and practical, but not overly so. She’s chill, even if she looks intimidating (which she does despite being short). She’s got a good heart and a strong sense of justice. Her biggest character flaw is her tendency to take the easy way out or the path of least resistance: even though she’s got a strong sense of morality, her practicality and survival instincts win. Whenever she gives up like that she’s sick with herself for months or years afterward, not only because she’s crossed her moral lines, but because she feels she’s betrayed her “mythas” or her culture, like she’s abandoning it by not being strong enough to fight for her beliefs. Hilde gets very passionate about nerd stuff things she’s interested in, so she has a great time talking to Red and Riel! I think she’d definitely be into DnD, but alas, she lives in the SHoH universe. Her hobby is painting and she loves cartography (whether for real places or for books she’s read) which is why she interested in Ayla initially! Another anecdote is she has some complex feelings about her name. One part of her loves the simplicity and the connection to her culture, but the other part gets a bit insecure when she’s introduced next to Lavinet or someone, like she’s worried she sounds like she’s some farmer or something. And then she gets mad at herself because she is some farmer or something. Fun stuff!

[baku-usagi]

Me and my sister playing any interactive game that let's you make a character

"what if our characters were in the same squad at the same time.. And what if they were siblings? 👀👀👀"

[ollietime]

Lavinet: Lavinet is a badass and I love her. She covers the social aspect incredibly well and she has access to lots of resources and places the other 4 do not. She is an incredibly intelligent and savvy woman who is very resourceful and is overall a great addition to the team. (Side note: she is absolutely Nadia from the Arcana. They are both extremely competent noble women, they both are charming and manage the court well, they both fight with a rapier and they are both saving the world!)

Red: He is the most knowledgeable on the team, as well as the most well-educated in the arcane, so he fits in quite naturally. He also can hold his own in a fight and does fine in the field, which is why I chose him for this role and not Riel. Sorry Riel.

Blade: He covers the physical and tactical aspects quite neatly, as well as being intelligent and perceptive. He is very much a commander and provides a solid backbone for the others to thrive off of. He is serious and focused, which lends itself well to keeping a team like this together.

Briony: Briony is obviously a heavy hitter as well, she is emotionally aware and charming in her own right, and she is able to assist Red with magic as long as she has direction. She is here to supplement the other members of the team and is definitely a social glue because of her cheerful personality

Definitely Portia from the Arcana. I mean:

Overall, this team covers all bases pretty well, and leaves room for any type of MC to join comfortably. I can see them working will with all three of my MCs (Emyr, Lark and Aesis), and they would do fine by themselves as well I think. Red, Briony and Lavinet combined more than make up for Blades social awkwardness and they would all get on quite well. I was toying with the idea of replacing Blade with someone else for better chemistry as a group; he feels a lot like the odd one out and of course he hates Red, but I just couldn’t think of someone that would do as well in his place. Guess it sucks to be Blade.

Form Your Shepherds of Haven Adventuring Party!

Since we've been talking about this a bit the last few days, I figured I'd see what people's opinions of what the ideal party composition for the ShoH characters would be! You can only have four companions in your party... How will you rank them all?!

Go here, drag and drop the characters according to how you rank them, then save your tier list at the bottom and reblog this post with a picture of your results! You can even customize the text in each category to make it whatever you want! :)

[beautouslysandy]

headcannons of the boys dating a soc!reader

by- sandy

the outsiders x gn!reader

warnings- a bit of language, lowercase intended, not proofread, and some fluff

word count-

request- Headcannons on dating each of the greaser boys, as a soc??

a/n 💌 - ahh finally finished! i apologize for the long wait, this longer than expected.

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darrel curtis-

-oh my my, darry usual is strong but he was weak knees for you my friend. he has known you since the diapers, growing up together, learning and exploring together has created such a strong bond between the two of you. nobody can take that from you two, nobody.

-you may have different lifestyles, bank numbers, and lived on opposite sides of the town but that has never stopped you two. high school sweethearts, the golden couple, then couple that was going to go places. unfortunately due to the death of mrs and mr. curtis, there was a halt in darry's plans. you were more than willing to help out and change your plans completely but darry insisted that you go to college. you gave in, unwillingly. you live at the curits estate and feel more comfortable there than you ever had in your own home.

-you guys love going on dates together but recently it’s been a while since you two have had a night to yourselves.

-he sometimes will randomly being home flowers for you (most likely roses). even through his busy schedule he still makes time for you because he doesn’t want to lose you because you mean so much to him. -your parents would have preferred you had ended up with a soc but they love darry and know he is gonna go places.

-overall your “social status’s” don’t change anything between you two

sodapop curtis-

-you and sodapop are one of the cutest couples out there, this boy worships the ground you walk on. you are everything he has ever dreamed off, the perfect s/o.

-at first you thought he was too cheery but you hav grown to love that side of him. your parents we’re not keen on him and still aren’t especially since he is a dropout.

-when he told you he was dropping out…you needed a second. it was only fair, i men’s he just threw it on you but you knew he was the one and didn’t let this stop you from being with the love of your life.

-you help with some schoolwork if he wants but you don’t force it on him because he left school for reasons that are valid. you always say you can help out with money but he always declines, he doesn’t like taking peoples charity. (a canon i have for him.)

-i do think at times he thinks about your future together at you which consists of two ending up married and having kids but he fears he won’t be able to provide for you and get everything you ever dreamt of. and though that may be true…all you have ever wanted is him. you have to remind him constantly.

-he does fear you might leave him for someone more intelligent and more wealthy but deep downs he knows that you would never think of that. you belong to him as much as he belongs to you…this definitely isn’t one-sided love

-overall i do think he worries he won’t ever been enough but you always change his mind.

ponyboy curtis-

-he knows he is too young to start thinking about your guys future but that doesn’t stop him. his feelings about the future are a mix of his older brothers…at times he worries he isn’t worthy of you but other times it never bothers him.

-your parents, though ponyboy is from the north side, have taken quite a liking to him. he is smart and is going places.

-he wants to take you to the city and help you reach your goals and dreams. he wants to achieve your guys dreams together and get outta town together. he wants his kids to already be at a place where they don’t have to leave to gain their dreams.

-he wants to be enough for you, he doesn’t want to lose but if it’s for the best for you…he will let you go. he wants you to do well in life and get everything you deserve…even if that means he isn’t right there by your side.

-he thinks your worthy of the entire world, he secretly thinks your the most amazing person to ever walk to planet. unlike sodapop, he keeps it to himself. -part of the reason he studies so hard is so that he can prove to everyone (including himself) that he is worthy of calling you his. -though bank numbers don’t mean anything to you and sometimes him. he wants to be able give you everything you look at and like. he wants to give you your dreams.

johnny cade-

-this poor boy is worried about everything, that your going to leave him, that he won’t ever be enough, that he might accidentally make you run away, that he will mess this up. he wish life was simpler. but it isn’t (sorry johnny)

-you always try your best to prove to him that your happy with him but it never works. he is nervous that your gonna leave. -he spends a lot of time at your house because it’s one of the only places he truly feels safe. your mom adores johnny and always checks up on him. she knows about his living situation. your dad on the other hand isn’t so fond of him but you seem quite happy and all he wants is for you to be happy, and i mean what harm could being with johnny do? -he can be quite a worry wart and nervous wreck, you really are the only person who can calm him down. you have to be super calm around him when he is anxious or scared and you can handle that. he loves you inside and out would never ever hurt you the way his dad does to him but gets scared he might get angry and accidentally hit you. you always say he can come live with you and your folks but he always declines. he doesn’t want to be a burden.

-i think one of his biggest fears (beside you leaving and him hurting you accidentally) is that he will pull you down, that you won’t be able to achieve things with him around. he doesn’t want to leave your side and won’t realize that he is pulling you down and that you won’t say anything because you don’t want to lose him either. that you will end up miserable and it was all his fault. -i think that he feels like you could do so much better then him partly because you have the choice of many options and opportunities. people at school i think make fun of you two being together and he lets it get to him…they make fun of the top of you because johnny is a poor kid with an unstable family while your a rich kid with a happy white picket fence family

dallas winston-

-at first he was totally against the idea of you two being together, i mean dallas is infamous for hating socs but slowly he began to fall for you and everything about you. at first you decided to keep your relationship a secret and oh was it the time of your life. sneaking around and giggling at night, looking at each other form across the room at bucks and him slipping dirty little notes in your backpack when your heading to your car after school (he picks up johnny- a canon i have). it was like a mission not to get caught.

-but then at some point you got tired of the fooling around, you wanted something serious and you wanted it with dallas. i am not going to lie, this scared the shit out of him. he has only ever fooled around, it’s all he knows. he probably ghosted you for a bit (i am sorryyy) and this shattered your heart. he saw your vibe had completely flopped ever since he ghosted you and this made him feel terrible. “you did this to them, you , you asshole.” was all he could tell himself when his eyes woudl laid on you.

-at some point he couldn’t handle it anymore and said that he was ready for a serious relationship, you guys most likely had an argument about how he completely ghosted you and then out of nowhere cam up to you and said he was ready. you guys sooner or later began dating, serious dating. -when he met your parents they completely disapproved of the tall brunette due to many thing one of the main things was of his criminal record. he probably tried his best at the dinner (look at my meet the parents post for a kind of play by play of what it might be like) to be a gentleman but then one of your family members got to him and his true colors showed. i think you guys probably had an argument.

-overall i think it would be to much pressure for our dallas, he would feel the need to be perfect 24/7 and that would get to him. it wasn’t the fact that you two were in a serious relationship it was that he could handle getting judged for every action he made that he had made before he met you and they weren’t judged. i don’t think the relationship would survive more than a year before dallas broke it off. but later down the road after dallas had matured and cleaned up his act, you had changed and grew as person, soon enough you two would find your way back to each other and this time your relationship would survive.

keith “two-bit” matthews-

-at first it was just fooling around, i mean you could never picture your future with him, but the farther down the road the more you could picture it. and soon enough you found your daydreams and dreams being about you and his life together with kids and the perfect house, the whole package.

-you never said anything about being a serious couple but he felt the same way which was odd for a character like him. he pictured him and his kids eating chocolate cake for breakfast every morning and you lecturing them how it’s not good for you as he took a sip of beer. he always smiles at the daydream.

-when you guys eventually got serious, you wanted him to meet your parents. he tried his best to clean up himself and his act when he met your parents. he made your dad laugh more then once, your mother thought he was childish but your dad loved him. which was a shocker to you and two-bit. you walked out of that house beaming like a million suns.

-overall i think you and two-bit would make it with your looks and his sense of humor…you two fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, at times he may doubt his worthiness of you but he doesn’t like to focus on the negative…he wants to put all his focus on you

steve randle-

-to be honest you guys probably met because you car needed to be fix and since he works at dx, one thing lead to another. he was the one to fall first by far, he was in awe of your presence. a lot like soda he probably worships the ground you walk on but not as much as soda would. no one can.

-i think that steve probably thought that he was to immature for you and undeserving. you are an angel and he doesn’t deserve you, is what he told himself. you refuse to let him think like that. to you his other dream guy.

-i think he would get along with your dad if he is in to cars but other than that probably not. he is a bit childish if i do say so myself so people don’t always love their child going out with someone like that, if they want to be together in the future. your mom most likely isn’t fond of him because unlike your dad who likes cars equaling he likes steve, she has nothing in common with him.

-i would like to think that steve spoils you a bit, he doesn’t want you thinking you deserve less just because your dating some guy on the north side. you deserve the world and he knows it.

-overall i think you and steve would make it because he had won over your dad. your mom grew to love him and you were the happiest person in town, beside steve of course. he still at times thinks you deserve the world and then goes but everything he can and gives you it. sometimes it can be really random stuff like a pan or a fish bowl which you don’t need either but you love it. you still have a drainer he got you once in your room. and you guys got a fish together so the fish bowl was put to use. you never don’t use the stuff he gets you because it means a lot that he buys it for you.

tim shepard-

-this guy could care less about statuses with you. he doesn't care if your the most hated person on the planet or the most beloved person...the richest or the poorest. to him your just you, a perfect human being that he has the gift of calling his. he is super protective of you, nobody can touch you but him.

-your parents hate that you are with him but know that they have no control. they think he is a bad influence.

-you most likely are a maternal figure in curly's life. he looks up to you and goes to you when somethings wrong, something that he thinks tim wouldn't understand. honestly you love being able to give curly that kind of support and care.

-i think tim would definitely try and get you to see that he is a bad guy and that you deserve someone better, someone that can give you everything you could ever dream of, someone who can provide. it didn't work, he was what you wanted not some egotistical ass from the south side. you wanted tim shepard.

-he would secretly worship you. he knows he has caught a good one and isn't gonna let you go. he doesn't want to seem lovesick, it ruins his street credit guys come on. deep down though he would do anything for you, if would make you happy and means he gets to see that life-changing smile of yours...then he is going to do it.

-overall, you and tim would be endgame. he just wants you to be his. he doesn't care about the bank numbers or what people think, and neither do you.

curly shepard-

-curly shepard was definelty intimadated when he first saw you, for sure. your beauty and riches made him feel like he had no chance with you. little did he know that you were pinning for him.

-i think the reason your parents don't approve of him is because of his record other than that they think he is sweet boy.

-i think he would feel like that he is never enough for you. that you need someone steady and mature. to him he is neither and he feels that is what you deserve. he would never dare to break it off because he wouldn't be able to handle the pain of losing you and he wouldn't be able to handle knowing he was causing you pain.

-curly unlike his brother does care about the numbers and statuses because it makes him see that he doesn't deserve for which some reason empowers him. he wants to be better for you meaning that he is trying his best not to get in trouble, to do well in school so that he can have those big numbers and statuses for you. a lot people think its stupid, his curly shepard. how is he gonna make it out of tusla with his record, but you believed in him and thats all that mattered.

-overall, curly is head over heels for you and you bring out the best in him. what's in it for you? well you get good cuddles and a sweet boyfriend who loves you for you nothing else.

[muhammad-90]

My name is Mohammed Akram, I am a Palestinian mother living with my family, father and brothers: Ahmed, Hamza and Elias, in addition to my family of 15 people. Until last October, I was living a regular and stable life with my father, mother, brothers, immediate family and in-laws

Pictures of my beautiful house that was destroyed

After October 7, my life turned upside down because of the war on Gaza. On the night of October 28, the neighborhood where we lived in Gaza - the neighborhood where my brothers and I grew up and where we started our family - were completely bombed.

Unfortunately, the shelling was heavy, and the snipers were targeting anyone trying to leave their homes. A nearby house was bombed, and our house was severely damaged. We were trapped inside, and me, my father, my mother and my brothers were rescued from under the rubble and broken glass. That night, I witnessed. And my family..

Unimaginable things - from injuries to bloodshed and corpses...

The suffering didn't end there. We fled to the schools of the agency (UN) neighborhood of victory, which was considered a safe area at that time. However, we did not survive the heavy bombardment and constant airstrikes. As the evening approached, shelling intensified in the area, and the smell of gunpowder spread from nearby houses being bombed. We lost our ability to see clearly and had difficulty breathing, so I had to put wet masks on the faces of my child siblings in a desperate attempt to protect them.

Their screams and fear did not stop. I didn't know if we would survive. I grabbed them up close, trying to calm them down, while the sadness crushed my heart. I can't forget the first words of my four-year-old brother Hamza when he started talking about war-related terms such as bombings, rockets and tanks

Goods have become scarce and expensive. My father tried all possible ways to provide something to feed us, from weeds growing in the ground to bread made from animal feed

In the end, we were forced to flee to the south, the supposed safe haven that turned out to be otherwise. Rafah was crowded with displaced people, and we could only find a small tent that lacked the necessities of life. My family suffered from epidemics and skin diseases caused by pollution in the camp. Unfortunately, I have had viral hepatitis due to the shared bathrooms at the camp. And so was my appearance in the disease

After miraculously escaped from death with my family, I realized that there is no safe haven in Gaza. With multiple displacements, we faced the harsh reality of lack of essentials such as water, food and medicine, and the inability to even perform basic activities such as bathing, eating or accessing clean water

We have lost everything: our home, our jobs, our dreams. My biggest concern is Ali, Ahmed and Hamza, their future is uncertain. Where will they live, study and grow up? Gaza offers little hope now, as the fundamentals of life are being destroyed. My future seems, overwhelmed by uncertainty

Today, I ask for your help. I ask for the support of me and my brothers to recover from the shocks of the war we have gone through. To get a new warm home for my family, help my brothers go to school and get a decent education, and help us start our lives again. To live from the beginning again.

Your support is our hope and our future for a new opportunity in life for me and my children's brothers. Thank you for being part of restoring hope and stability in our lives.

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[wafflesrock16]

Shakarian Viking/Soulmate AU

Remember how I said this idea wouldn't leave me? I had to write it out. Who else wants Viking berserker Shepard and Anglo-Saxon prince Garrus? Below a the cut.

Shepard watched as Jarl Anderson lowered his torch, setting the brittle branches at the base of the pyre aflame. The scent of pitch and smoke filled her nostrils, the loud crack of timber breaking the stillness of the gathered group of watchers. They stood near enough to feel the heat of the fire on their faces as it consumed the wooden structure, red tongued flames licking at the platform and the shrouded form that lay atop it. 

“He’s in Valhalla, now,” she heard Kaidan murmur. “We should all be so lucky to die in glorious battle.”

Shepard frowned. Jenkins had only been raised to the berserkers the year prior. He had never voyaged to the havens. This was to be his first raid along the Widow Sea’s frontier. He had known the risks, as did all who ventured here. Still, his death sat like a heavy stone in the pit of Shepard’s stomach.

At least he didn’t have a soulmate tethered to his spirit. There’s no one feeling hollowed out with inconsolable grief back home. The reasoning did little to staunch her guilt; if anything it only made it worse since it caused her to feel grateful she didn’t have a soulmate, either. 

Shepard sighed. She was the berserker commander. Jenkins was her responsibility. She wasn’t a wet nurse, but she ought to have kept an eye on him; at least admonished him to stay out of the trees. The silver-barked forests in this region were deadly. Old enemies with eagle eyes and rapier-like claws favored the cover the thick woods offered. 

She turned away from the funerary pyre and the low, solemn chanting that had begun as fire swallowed Jenkins mortal body. Nobody stopped her as she strode away from the conflagration, back toward the longboats. She needed a moment alone with her thoughts without guilt crowding in on her.

 The turians know we’re here—they must have spied us well before we made landfall though bleed me if I know how. Shepard found herself walking past where the dragon-headed longships had been pulled up onto the beach, lost in consideration. We outnumber them, though they have the advantage of knowing the terrain. They also have at least one skilled archer among them, even though that’s not who sent Jenkins off to Odin. 

No, a turian swordsman had done Jenkins in, and Shepard had returned the favor with her axe. It was small comfort. Humans and turians had battled for the land and wealth along the Citadel’s coast for time immemorial. There was talk of an asari negotiated peace treaty, but so far that’s all it was. Talk. Shepard wagered that nothing would come from those talks in her lifetime. And who knows how long that’ll be if we stay here?

Gravel crunched under her boots in the lengthening shadows of twilight. Shepard rounded a gentle curve in the land and came to stand on a dead tree, facing the North. The wind that whipped her fiery red hair about her face was warmer than back home. Then again, they were a long way from home, now.

She watched the dying light upon the waves, the ocean glittering like crushed diamonds. It would be dark soon. They’d need to make camp and plot their next course. Did they take the river deeper inland, as was the original plan? Or did they double back, take their chances in krogan territory where turians didn’t dare venture.

Against the crash of the breakers, Shepard missed the sound of a bowstring drawing taut. It was something else, some inexplicable tug at her heart, a susurration of unheard whispers in her ear, that caused her to suddenly duck and roll, the hidden knives she kept about her person flying into her hands. 

There was a loud thawk, as a barbed arrow embedded itself into the driftwood where she’d been standing. 

She flung a knife, gratified to hear the sound of a large body diving to the sand. She charged before the archer could restring his bow, tackling him to the ground with a savage roar. 

Eyes bluer than the center of a flame stared up at her from within a silver plated face, painted with the bold cobalt markings of Clan Vakarian. The turian’s crest of horns was cushioned by a clump of dried seaweed, tiny insects furiously buzzing about his head at the invasion. 

He flared his mandibles, exposing long, sharp, silver teeth. His jaw dropped as he took in his soon-to-be killer. Shepard sat astride his narrow waist, holding her second knife above his ridged nose, poised to strike. 

Something in those burning eyes softened. “You’re beautiful.” The rumbling subharmoinics seemed to embrace her, a vocal hug to reinforce the sincerity of his words. 

Shepard sucked in a deep breath. For the first time in years, ridiculously, tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “Shut up!” She shook her head as if to dislodge his words. “I hate you!”

Her hand holding the knife quivered. In the crystalline depths of his alien eyes, she saw herself reflected back, lips pulled back in a vicious snarl, red hair framing her face. The embodiment of a valkyrie and harbinger of death. Except, I don’t want to kill him, she realized. 

“I wasn’t trying to hit you,” the turian murmured. “If I had been, you’d already be dead. I hadn’t realized you were . . . you.” He suffused the word with a mix of awe and wonder that left Shepard’s chest feeling tight. 

With a cry born as much from confusion as frustration, Shepard rolled off him. She leaped to her feet, kicking a clump of sand. “Leave,” she commanded, wiping at her treacherous eyes. 

The turian slowly rose to his degi-grade feet. Sharp claws extended from the open toes of his boots. “What if I want to stay?”

Shepard glared at him. “Why should you stay? After what your clan did to our landing party this morning and us to you, shouldn’t you be regrouping?”

Why in the frozen hells was she crying? What was it about this turian of all people that had her feeling vulnerable as a new babe? She should kill him—he’d be back tonight with more men and slit her throat in her sleep. A small voice she couldn’t name told her that he wouldn’t do that. Not him. Not ever. 

“My name is Garrus,” the turian replied instead. “There are those who call me Archangel, but . . . it’s just Garrus, for you.” 

Shepard forced herself to look at him. Really look at him. He was tall and lean, as most turians were, and covered in metallic looking plates. He wore a deep blue tabard with the Vakarian family crest stitched out in thread-of-gold across his chest. A brown leather belt with well-made leggings and fine boots completed his attire. Not some common foot soldier or hunter turned mercenary, Shepard mused. Her eyes settled on the longbow laying at Garrus’ feet. It was nearly as tall as he was and looked like it was made of black yew wood. An expensive weapon. One only someone with a high tier could afford. 

Shepard’s eyes went wide as she realized who Garrus must be. “You’re the Primarch’s son.”

He dipped his head in acknowledgement, a hand moving to rub the back of his neck. Shepard was no expert on turian expressions but she’d swear Garrus looked embarrassed. 

Bright blue eyes met hers. “You seem to know me and my lineage, yet I confess, I have yet to learn your name.”

Shepard hesitated a moment before discarding any notion of subterfuge. What was the point? He could have killed her and hadn’t. She could have killed him and didn’t. Besides all that, she wanted to know him. “Commander Jane Shepard,” she said. “You can call me Shepard.”

Garrus extended his hand in a human gesture of greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Shepard.” 

Shepard slipped her smaller hand into his. It was like being struck by lightning. There was a jolt, a suffusion of warmth flooding her veins, an invisible push in his direction. They collided at the same time, Garrus likewise shoved by an unseen force. 

She grasped onto his cowl, feeling like she were trapped in an undertow, liable to be swept away in the exultant rush of emotions, apt to drown in the depths of a feeling humanity blithely called ‘soulmates.’ Her skin tingled and she was hyper aware of Garrus’ proximity; the rough calluses of his three-fingered hands and prick of talons through her tunic where he held her waist. His pupils dilating and eclipsing the blue of his irises while his subvocals stuttered and a deep, percussive purr sundered in his chest. 

Shepard exhaled. “Oh.” 

Garrus lifted a shaky hand to gently brush away an errant lock of hair. “It is you,” he whispered, reverent. “You feel it too?”

She gazed up at him, feeling more a maiden than seasoned berserker. Her mouth parted to answer—

“Commander!”

Shepard pulled herself free from the whirlpool of Garrus’ presence to peer into the murky distance. “The others are looking for me,” she muttered. How long had she been gone? Sudden fear squeezed her heart as she considered what would happen if Garrus were discovered. She gave him a forceful shove. “They mustn’t see you. Go! Hurry!”

Garrus moved as though in a daze, stooping to retrieve his bow and taking a few tentative steps backward. “I’ll find you,” he swore. “I’ll come back for you, my dea.” 

Before Shepard could respond he was sprinting; a glimmer of lancing starlight through the gloam, a shape half-seen on the edge of the forest. We’ll find each other, she promised herself, even as Kaidan and Ashley came into view, helmets donned and axes at hand. What joke of the gods is it that my other half should be an ancestral foe, on ground my kin intend to soak in blue blood?

She turned towards her comrades, trying to shake off the chill that had settled over her like heavy snow with Garrus’ departure. The others would want to know what she’d been doing out here, alone in the dark. “Searching for answers,” she’d tell them. “Considering what to do next.”

She’d omit her blue eyed archer. That whatever came next, Garrus would play a major role. For now, she kept her soulmate sheltered within the confines of her rib cage, a constant companion to her own beating heart.

[pirunika]

last updated: 27.12.24

Tags :

#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #reference #photography #self reblog etc.

Art Blog @mandoart

A03 (being revised)

LIs of choice bc why not :

Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)

Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)

Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)

Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Danse (Fallout 4)

Torian, Aric (Swtor)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav (Lovestruck)

Liod, Andvari, Chris (Romance Club)

Asra, Julian (The Arcana)

Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)

Hanzo (Nightshade)

Raze honestly all 3... (Demonheart)

Ernol, Haron (Ebon Light)

Leander (Touchstarved WIP)

Flannan (The Good People WIP)

M, A (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Ortega (Fallen Hero)

Hadrian (The Golden Rose)

Uly (Whiskey-Four)

Tosh, Junko (Samurai of Hyuga)

Zhu (Relics of the Lost Age)

Preston (Tin Star)

Marcel for now (Thicker Than WIP)

Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)

Laurent (Perfumare: Avulsion WIP)

O, G..idk everyone (Infamous WIP)

Ash, Rin (Vendetta WIP)

Games I Play/ed

Dragon Raja Mobile

Sims free2play, mobile, 3, 4

Black Desert Mobile

Fate Grand Order

Cookie Run Kingdom

Vampire's Fall: Origins

Eldarya

Lovelink

MeChat

Blush Blush

Choices

Ikemen Sengoku

Samurai LBP

A Date with Death

Andromeda Six

Tailor Tales

Hollywood Red Embrace

Guild Wars 2

Slay the Princess

Fear & Hunger

Soul Stone War

Tally Ho

I, the Forgotten One

Blood Moon

Fields of Asphodel

Choice of the Deathless

Werewolves series

Playlists :

Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)

Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)

Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)

Shepherds of Haven WIP IF

Infamous WIP IF Band

Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)

Some main-ish OCs/MCs :

Manolya 'Mili' Rosebud Sackville (Lord of the Rings Online) #oc: mili

Gulsary (DnD Online) #oc: gulsary

Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther

Balta Granar (Elder Scrolls Online) oc: #balta

Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins) #oc: ayka

Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora

Talas Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aysha

Sue (lol i made a self insert for Fallout New Vegas) #the courier

Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna

Elnara 'Ellie' Seitosmanovna Krymsky (Saints Row series) #oc: ellie

'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect trilogy) #oc: lia

Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina

'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino

Emija Prizrak (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija

Berra H'akan (Star Wars the Old Republic, Cathar Mando -by birth- Bounty Hunter) #oc: berra

Kartili Kelborn (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Smuggler mando ) #oc: kartili

Yvadin Stagard (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Bounty Hunter) #oc: yvadin

Lirash Paaran (Star Wars the Old Republic, Togruta Bounty Hunter) #oc: lirash

Koalcha (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Imperial Agent token male oc) #oc: koalcha

Eos Eremenko surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, interactive fiction (guess all of them with exceptions) & Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the titan goddess with the same name) #oc: eos

Ela (The Arcana, Fictif, interactive fiction where Eos isn't the mc lol - Blood Moon for one) #oc: ela

Eve Mac Diarmada (Obey Me / Nightbringer, my WIP interpretation of Eve herself!) #oc: eve

Others :

Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also, father of Berra ) #clan h'akan

Star Wars Clan Strillir (also my Mandalorian clan on Werda, led by Sidar Strillir) #clan strillir

ASOIAF House Dawnbreak (a semi-noble household) here

Cultist Simulator (Follower) OC here

My Writing :

Homecoming, gen but Lucifer being Lucifer (OBEY ME)

My Moodboards, Edits :

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC TEMPLATE

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD 2

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 1

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 2

ALAIN RICHTER MOODBOARD

[flibbertygigget]

"I saw My Fair Lady [...] I sort of enjoyed it." - Franklin Shepard

"It's hard to comment on or even write about Alan Jay Lerner because his work is so professional and uninteresting when compared to that of the other major theater lyricists. Critical of Hart and Gershwin though I am (as you'll find out further on), I would rather live with the second-best of their songs than the best of Lerner's. Having said all this, I must report that I saw the second preview of My Fair Lady in New Haven and the eventual product in New York, and it's the most entertaining musical I've ever seen (exclusive of my own, of course)." - Stephen Sondheim, Finishing the Hat, being an absolutely delightful bitch

[captainjamster]

Underrepresented!Reader Series

Pairing(s): Ghost x vision impaired!reader Warnings: Mentions of dogs and ducks :) Wordcount: 2.9k Summary: A gentle, domestic morning with Simon and your dog as an individual with vision impairment. AO3 Link: Right here <3

AN: Reader has been written with vision that is limited to distinguishing only the outline and colour of items. A good visual example would be these shots from The Experience Unseen Campaign showing the Australian bush through a visually impaired perspective.

As I recognise the possible interpretations of the scene, I want to clarify that Simon is not infantilizing the reader in his insistence to make breakfast and general servitude - I just think that his primary love language is acts of service and he wants to do what he can for you, vision impaired or not!

Full fic is under the cut <3

When your eyes flutter open, breath speeding up as life begins to seep into your muscles, the world is a familiar, colourful fogginess that you know you can’t blink away. A warm square fills your vision, the sunlight speckled across your face as it peeks through the window behind the rippling curtains. The room is quiet with the gentle hum of electricity, buzzing from the electrical appliances just down the hall, and the gentle patter of water droplets echoes from just further along. Rolling away from the luminous sight, the spot next to you is cooling to the touch, the heat of the sun’s rays intermingling with the last remnants of your lover’s warmth.

“Phone, time?” You yawn, pressing a palm against your eyes, watching the pale morning colours disappear into a blackness. A tinny voice from your phone announces that the hour has just turned eight, the day seems clear but cool, and wishes you a good day before falling silent.

You lay there, fading in and out in the silence, bathing in the last tendrils of sleep until a leathery, wet nose pushes itself underneath your hand spread out against the mattress. The sensation draws a sleepy giggle from you, exciting the nose which begins wriggling underneath your palm as a furiously wagging tail drags through the air loudly, thumping against the bedpost with each swish.

The large shape of your german shepard perched on the bed fills your vision, and based on the whines he exhales with each breath, you assume he’s giving you a look that Simon calls ‘the saddest puppy in the world’.

“Yeah yeah, I know, you’re hungry sweetheart,” you croon, rubbing the bridge of his head affectionately. Riley nuzzles into the pat with a happy pant, pulling himself off the bed as you sit up and swing your legs over the edge.

The slippers are cosy on your feet, shielding them from the air far colder than the haven of body heat underneath your blanket, and Riley jumps excitedly as you finally right yourself up off the bed. He keeps to your left as you shuffle sleepily to the door, a soft barrier of fur between your knees and the bedframe, having learnt after listening to you curse the thing out in pain more than once when you were becoming accustomed to the new flat.

The smell of soap is clearer in the hallway, drifting from the slightly cracked bathroom door that allows the soft sound spotting of droplets to spill from the room. Riley brushes past you to sit himself in the hallway with a huff, acting as a very determined blob of a barrier between you and the bathroom, the outline of his head just distinguishable enough to see it pointedly stuck towards the archway to the kitchen. He pants happily as you bump his head playfully, nudging at your leg as you grab his food from the fridge in its designated bottom draw, listening to his nails click against the tiles with his gleeful tapping.

“This what you’re after, handsome?” You laugh, tipping his food into the bowl as he gives a loud woof before his muzzle is deep in the dish. Washing your hands to make a start on breakfast, the water splatters uninterrupted by dishes against the sink basin, and the kettle is chill to your touch as you tentatively tap it. Simon’s mug is right where you expect it to be, still hanging on the wall from last night’s dishes.

Grabbing the cool ceramic and popping the kettle on, the frigid chill has you regretting not grabbing something to wrap around yourself. The desire to escape its grips drives you to reach for the default, everything needed for Simon’s usual breakfast.

Different shaped containers are scattered against the wall on the counter, your fingers skimming the lids until you feel the curve of the sugar pot and the metal of the tea container. You fish for the teaspoon lingering inside the pot, dumping in the respective amounts – just one sugar for Simon – and two teabags, putting the pots back as you reach for the liquid level indicator hanging neatly off the hook Simon installed for you. It slots on the side of the mug as you fill them up, waiting for the tempo of the beeps to increase as the water nears the rim, before topping it off with milk and repeating it again for Simon’s mug. The kettle’s heat faintly stretches to the handle, warming the inside of your hand as you tilt it back up right, cutting off the stream of water.

Between your preoccupation with making breakfast and the low rumble of kitchen appliances, the absence of running water going unnoticed as you bustle about. It isn’t until you hear Riley’s paws scrabbling against the cold kitchen tile from where he was laying down, bounding to the entryway with happy growls, that you realise Simon has finished in the bathroom.

The tag on Riley’s collar tinkles as Simon rubs at him aggressively, deep thuds as he slaps his hind with affection, charging the pup up with a shower of love that has him whining and squirming in enthusiasm. You can hear Simon rumble soothing affection as he makes his way across the kitchen to you with padded footsteps, pacifying Riley back down to a lively bouncing buzz as he comes up behind you.

You turn in Simon’s arms as you feel them trap you to the counter, resting on each side of you. The pout you give him is smothered by the kiss he plants to your lips, soft and minty with the taste of lingering toothpaste, and he pulls away.

“Our boy got you up?” He mumbles into your shoulder, a smile in his tone while his lips graze against your skin, his hot breath washing against it.

“Yeah, thought I’d get started on breakfast ‘til someone interrupted me. Not hungry this morning?” You query, bringing up a hand to run through his soft, still damp hair.

“Jus’ wanted to shower first, didn’t think you’d be awake before I finished.”

You grunt in response, closing your eyes and relaxing as his arms embrace you. His hand dwarfs the side of your head, pulling it against his clothed chest as the other slips around your back, rubbing it gently. The soft patter of his heartbeat lulls a sense of sleepiness back into you, and just for a moment, it’s easy to forget you’re not back in bed. The tranquil trance is broken as Simon pulls away, arm still around your back. “Want a cuppa?”

You chuckle, detaching yourself from his embrace. “Already made one, made yours too.”

His socks rub gently against the tiles as he turns to the counter, letting out a rumble of appreciation as he walks over to grab one. “Didn’t even notice. Too good to me, poppet.” He hums, sipping at the steaming tea before returning the mug back to its spot. You return his affection with your own happy hum, grabbing the spatula from where you left it on the bench before your arm is stilled by a firm grip.

“Didn’t you say you made a cuppa already?” He teases, taking the spatula from your hand as he gently bumps you to the side. “Go sit down, let me.”

You cross the kitchen to the little table pressed up against the corner, placing your hand flat against the wood to feel for the edge before you put the mug down and take your own seat. Running your thumb along the ridges and bumps of your mug, you listen to Simon’s movements as he works in the kitchen.

“Want everythin’, full plate?” He asks, stirring the content of the pan.

“Yes, please.”

It falls silent again as you sip at your drink, taking in the wide shape of your man blocking the light of the stove’s overhead. His figure is dark today, even in the light of the room, but from being within them, you know the only thing wrapped around his arms is the extensive, intricate ink he’s described to you.

“Got plans for today?” His voice carries over the sizzling, interrupting your thinking. You hum thoughtfully, leaning back in your chair before responding.

“Yeah, actually. Wanted to go for a walk to the park, got some fruit scraps for the ducks. What shirt is that?”

The clank of Riley’s tag announces his captured attention at the word walk. He trots from his place of hovering at Simon’s feet in hopes of stray scraps, moving to sit next to your chair and nudge your thigh with his nose, and Simon snorts at your question before he answers. “Was hopin’ you wouldn’t ask that. S’the one Johnny got for me, skeleton on the front with the extra bone.”

He emphasizes the last words in a mocking Scottish accent, huffing playfully as you laugh against the rim of your mug at the memory. “That was a good one. I know I heard Price chuckling at that one, I don’t care what he says.”

The hinges click as he pulls the cupboard open, grabbing plates out to serve up the food. The metal of the cutlery clinks against the plate as it hits the table with Simon’s delivery, taking a seat across the small table. Finding its home tucked behind your ankle, his foot rubs the back of your calf, a gentle up and down. You give your thanks with a smile as you pick up your utensils and dig in, taking time to savour the food as Simon’s figure hunches over with each bite into his toast.

“You want to go right after?” He questions, voice thick with a mouthful of food.

“I think Riley wants to go right now,” you giggle, and Riley whines with a huff at his name, tail sweeping across the floor as he presses his muzzle against your thigh.

“Comprise with right after,” Simon affirms fondly, pulling off a piece of meat to offer Riley who gobbles it down with a series of dramatic slurps. You rub his muzzle affectionately as you finish the last of your plate, and the big pup returns to your thigh in hopes of extra feedings. He huffs when your fingers only deliver apologies, moving away to scratch noisily at the metal of his collar. Simon scoffs as he reaches for your plate, stacking it on top of his as he rises from his chair. “Reckon ‘e’d eat until ‘e was sick if we’d bloody let ‘im.”

You stand up with him, brushing off your gown and pushing your chair in. “Well, let’s go before he gets any more excited, or he won’t last until we get our shoes on.”

Simon laughs quietly, putting the dishes in the sink before following you to the bedroom. His clothes ruffle as he shucks them off, chucking them into the laundry basket as you open the closet. Running your hands through the orderly fabrics, Simon slips behind you, hands on your hips.

“Something loose, nice to walk in,” you hum, answering his silent question as you feel Simon’s arm brush across your shoulder as he reaches for something.

“The blue one?” He suggests, pulling away to redress himself, and your hands trail to the one he’s talking about. “Looks good on you.”

The compliment sways you, your hands sifting through the rack of fabric and tugging the clothing off the hanger before letting your dressing gown fall to the floor. Before you can fully pull the cloth over your head, the gown brushes against your feet as Simon grabs it, grazing against you again to return it to the closet. He already has socks in hand, giving them to you as he calls Riley out the room, who scrabbles from his bed to follow. You pull the socks on, grabbing the bag hanging from your doorknob as the sound of Riley’s whining grows louder with each step to the front door.

Simon’s form grows as he rises from the floor, and you can hear him nudge your shoes across the floor to you. Sliding them on, you reach for your cane on the wall as the click of the leash connecting to the harness sends Riley onto another cacophony of excited yips. “Ready, love?” Simon’s face is obscured moreso than usual, hiding behind his cap as his mask slightly muffles his words.

“Ready!” You chime, wrapping the strap of your cane around your wrist. The breeze is slightly cool against your face as you step out the door, waiting for Simon to lock it. Riley sits with restrained excitement, tail sweeping as you reach down for his harness to double-check it’s secured into the lead. When you stand up straight, the rough callous of Simon’s hand grazes against your inner arm, feeling for your hand, and you allow him with a small squeeze as your fingers intertwine.

“Got the fruit.” He shakes the bag as you walk into the street, the click of your cane setting a comfortable rhythm. “Thank god,” you mutter, “or it’d be a short time at the park.”

The walk is tranquil, only interrupted by Riley’s pauses to sniff around eagerly or mark his territory at each streetlight and fire hydrant. The familiarity of the path you walk frequently aids your confidence, easily navigating each rise and dip in the pavement and avoiding the bins that’ve been put out for collection.

Peals of laughter and squeals echo through the fresh morning air as you near the park, the faint quacking of ducks punctuating each pause of audible joy. The high-pitched, youthful clamour grows with each step of your feet against the pavement, and by the time you’ve reached the park’s entrance, there’s a much busier buzzing than usual from the playground.

Simon’s grip on your hand tightens just noticeably as Riley leads the way, well accustomed to the routine as you move away from the noisy children. The walk is slower with more people to avoid, though Simon’s inherently insinuating nature often creates a wide berth that you’re silently thankful for, leaving you to focus on avoiding any sticks or rocks that have found their way onto the path.

The clicking of your cane dies as you veer off the path, replaced by grass squeaking under your feet as you head for the bench overlooking the lake. Instead of letting the cane graze across the ground, you raise it to tap from left and right to minimize the chance of getting caught on the uneven dirt and jabbing yourself in the ribs.

When the bench becomes more defined, you retract your cane, tucking it into the holder of your bag. The sturdy wood of the structure is smooth under your fingers, well-kept with maintenance as you reach for it, and your bag thunks heavily next to you as you sit.

Simon takes his seat a moment after, tying Riley’s leash to the armrest before settling next to you, thigh pressed up against yours. He fiddles with the knot in the bag, the rustling of plastic combined with a grunt as he tugs it open. Extending your hand expectantly, he grabs a handful of fruit before giving it over, sitting it in the palm of your hand.

The presence of humans has attracted a few braver duck who waddle up with a noisy swish and a shake of their feathers, quacking cautiously at the big, furry dog parked almost on top of your feet. Simon coaxes them in with friendly grumbles, throwing cuts of apple that hit the grass with a quiet thump and send the ducks into a flurry of feathers as they fight to peck it first.

A few slices of fruit later and the ordeal has drawn in more ducks than you can distinguish the noises from, crowding around the bench without getting too close to Riley. Simon describes each funny-looking duck, teasingly insulting them or characterising them in silly ways that make you giggle. “Got a big arse, that one, talk about fuckin’ boyant. An' this little fucker keeps pushin’ in. Y’know what – oi, back of the line, you – there y’go, someone take ‘is spot.”

With the sizeable group of eager beaks to snap up the food, the bag quickly empties, leaving you with nothing but plastic to stuff back into the draw. The crowd of ducks disperses as they realise the feeding has come to an end, disinterested in your friendly, waggling fingers or the hungry way Riley licks his lips. The pups’ patience has worn thin, which he makes clear with his gentle whines and huffs as he licks impatiently at your leg. When Simon unties his leash to give Riley more room to walk around, clinking against the metal legs of the bench, Riley bounces up to stretch with a dramatic yawn, digging his nails into the ground and tearing at the dirt.

Simon’s amused snort makes you smile, and you assume he catches the way his reaction tugs at your lips, as his hand slips into yours again. “Glad I have you,” he murmurs into your ear, planting a soft kiss against your head.

You turn your head to press a kiss into his shoulder, taking in the smokey smell of his jacket as you prepare to get back up again. “Glad I have you too.”

[http-mandy]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

Rules: list your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

Thank you for the tag @meg-noel-art 🫡💗

1. Alex Chen (Life is Strange: True Colors)

2. Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

3. Liv Moore (iZombie)

4. Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

5. Commander Shepard (Mass Effect)

6. Duke Crocker (Haven)

7. Petra Forgewoman (Horizon)

8. Asami (Legend of Korra)

9. Isabela (Dragon Age II)

10. Tenderheart Bear (Care Bears)

Tagging @glowstickfracture @moonstruckenby @avidxmn and @latibulemark if you wanna play!! 💗

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

About your oc post

What do each of them do on daily basis? Like do they work or study or something?

Also what's their special interest in life?

Jeremy does not work☺️ he is a free bird

Vasilisa is currently studying for her master’s degree in social work :) 

Saint works in HR for a lightbulb company 

Shepard works an office job

Haven manages a podcast for two superhero siblings (Nina & Mateo)

No one knows what Mason does. He stays in his room most of the time, but he pays his half of the rent in time so🤷‍♂️

i need to work on their motivations since theyre so,,,, normal 

[lavampira]

OC MASTERLIST

last update: 02 september 2024

ORIGINAL

.

INTERACTIVE FICTION

ANGEL PAVON

alias: operative vesper

age: 28

identity: he/him, bisexual

appearance: 6’2

specialization: infiltration

romance: nash, evie thierry (ex, au), seb ariti (au) [belongs to consulaaris]

verse: project hadea + original

BENJAMIN “BENJI” FINCH

alias: sunset bird resident

age: 23

identity: he/him, bisexual

appearance: 5’10

occupation: guitarist + freelance artist

romance: cove holden, rowan hill (au) [belongs to consulaaris]

verse: our life + original

DAVINA VIRAC

alias: the painted phoenix

age: 25

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 6’, phoenix mythosi

weapon: double-bladed scythe

romance: syfyn javall (ex), amilia von clamile

verse: the exile

LEOVIC “VIC” RANE

alias: omen, commander-legate

age: 29

identity: he/him, gay

appearance: 6’4, hunter-raised mage

specialization: circle-trained diviner

romance: red antiqua (ex), trouble alder

verse: shepherds of haven

LINDEN “LUX” KENNEDY

alias: lead vocalist of saint reverie

age: 26

identity: they/them, bisexual

appearance: 5’11

occupation: alternative rock singer

romance: seven lawless (ex), orion quinn

verse: infamous

RIVER LOVELL

alias: rivlaughluv

age: 27

identity: they/them, bisexual

appearance: 5’10

occupation: private lab technician

romance: olivia santos (au)

verse: blooming panic + original

TABITHA ABRAMS

alias: the preacher

age: 26

identity: she/they, lesbian

appearance: 5’7

occupation: vampire-hunting swindler

romance: celina sokolova

verse: larkin

VERONICA SCARLET

alias: the wayward scarlet

age: 25

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’8

occupation: biology grad student

romance: avery belle

verse: scarlet hollow

YANA ROMANUS SEVILLA

alias: white company mercenary

age: 29

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’4

occupation: mercenary + latin translator

romance: hadrian

verse: the golden rose

TTRPGS

ELAITH NATHAIR

alias: the druid

age: 32

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 5’7, half sun elf

class: circle of spores druid

romance: none

verse: dungeons & dragons

LON LAURIER

alias: the investigator

age: 33

identity: he/him, gay

appearance: 6’3

occupation: wwi veteran + museum curator

romance: ethan ripley

verse: call of cthulhu

DC COMICS

OLIVIA SANTOS

alias: the lawyer

age: 27

identity: she/her, demiromantic bi

appearance: 5’5

occupation: defense attorney

romance: dick grayson, river lovell (au)

DRAGON AGE

GABRIEL COUSLAND

alias: hero of ferelden, hound of highever

age: 23 in 9:30 dragon

identity: he/him, bisexual

appearance: 5’10

class: duelist + shadow rogue

romance: leliana

ALTHEA “THEA” HAWKE

alias: champion of kirkwall

age: 25 in 9:30 dragon

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 6’

class: reaver warrior

romance: merrill

ARACELI “CELI” LAVELLAN

alias: the inquisitor, first to the keeper

age: 30 in 9:41 dragon

identity: she/they, bisexual

appearance: 5’5

class: knight-enchanter mage

romance: TBD

TBD

alias: rook

age: # in 9:52 dragon

identity: they/them, bisexual

appearance: TBD

class: reaper warrior + mourn watch

romance: davrin

THE ELDER SCROLLS

ARISE VALEN

alias: the vestige

age: 33 in 2E 583

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’9, dunmer

class: dragonknight

romance: fennorian

TORA THE DOVAHKIIN

alias: the last dragonborn

age: 29 in 4E 201

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’8, nord

class: conjuration warrior

romance: farkas

FALLOUT

MARISOL REYES

alias: courier six

age: 29 in 2281

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 5’6

skills: speech, guns, repair

romance: none

FINAL FANTASY XIV

D’ALIA LIVEQ

alias: warrior of light

age: 28 in ARR

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’4, seeker miqo’te

job: summoner, dark knight, dancer

romance: minfilia warde (ex), sidurgu orl

MASS EFFECT

MALENA SHEPARD

alias: the commander

age: 29 in 2183

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’10

class: vanguard

romance: kaidan alenko

SONORA “SONI” RYDER

alias: the pathfinder

age: 22 in 2819

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 5’8

class: sentinel

romance: vetra nyx

PATHFINDER

MERITHIA DE CHARON

alias: queen of the stolen lands

age: 29

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’7, aasimar

class: celestial line sorcerer

romance: tristian

RESIDENT EVIL

EVELINE “EVIE” THIERRY

alias: the detective

age: 28

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’1

occupation: private investigator

romance: jill valentine, angel pavon (ex, au)

STAR WARS - KOTOR

SHIVA AMHI

alias: the jedi exile

age: 31 in 298 BTC

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’5, mirialan

class: consular + master

romance: atton rand

VANNA PHY

alias: revan

age: 33 in 303 BTC

identity: they/she, bisexual

appearance: 5’9, human

class: scout + sentinel

romance: malak (ex), canderous ordo

STAR WARS - SWTOR

ANA MAITE VICARI

alias: the wrath

age: 21 in 10 ATC

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 5’3, human

class: marauder + shadow

romance: jaesa willsaam

ANDAN VICARI

alias: cipher six, sith intelligence commander

age: 24 in 10 ATC

identity: he/him, demiromantic bi

appearance: 5’11, human

class: operative + gunslinger

romance: rysandor riel [belongs to consulaaris]

CADRIEN TIRAI

alias: lord tirai, claw of the empire

age: 19 in 12 ATC

identity: he/him, gay

appearance: 6’1, miraluka

class: juggernaut + sage

romance: minaiph tirai [belongs to hythlodaes]

EDELIE LOK CADERA

alias: champion of the great hunt

age: 18 in 10 ATC

identity: she/her, bi demisexual

appearance: 5’2, human

class: mercenary + powertech

romance: torian cadera

JORANI RHA

alias: captain of the fortune’s favour

age: 24 in 10 ATC

identity: she/her, lesbian

appearance: 5’7, twi’lek

class: scoundrel + mercenary

romance: blaire myrrho [belongs to consulaaris]

KAIZEN “KAI” AMHI

alias: jedi battlemaster, the outlander

age: 20 in 10 ATC

identity: he/him, gay

appearance: 6’2, mirialan

class: guardian + sage

romance: theron shan

MITTH’ALIA’MIURANI “THALIA”

alias: CEDF infiltrator/biochemist

age: 25 in 10 ATC

identity: she/her, bi demisexual

appearance: 5’9, chiss

class: sniper + operative

romance: saganu

MITTH’ASTON “THASTON”

alias: cipher nine

age: 23 in 10 ATC

identity: they/them, bisexual

appearance: 6’1, chiss

class: sniper + powertech

romance: kaliyo djannis (ex), hunter (ex)

SARAJAH RIZAS

alias: jedi barsen’thor

age: 23 in 10 ATC

identity: she/her, bi demisexual

appearance: 6’, cathar

class: shadow

romance: felix iresso

VIN KHARU

alias: havoc squad commander

age: 25 in 10 ATC

identity: he/him, bisexual

appearance: 5’8, nautolan

class: vanguard + mercenary

romance: elara dorne

WYLAN ORIAS

alias: ex-padawan mechanic

age: 20 in 20 ATC

identity: he/him, bi asexual

appearance: 6’4, echani

class: shadow + guardian

romance: jase bralor

ZOYAH KALLIG

alias: darth occlus

age: 26 in 10 ATC

identity: she/they, poly bisexual

appearance: 5’, rattataki

class: assassin + sorcerer

romance: andronikos revel

VAMPIRE THE MASQUERADE

INES DELAROSA

alias: the fledgling

age: 25 at embrace in 2004

identity: she/her, bisexual

appearance: 5’2

clan: toreador

occupation: metal singer

romance: ash rivers

THOMAS REAUX

alias: the sire

age: 28 at embrace in 1919, final death in 2004

identity: he/him, bisexual

appearance: 6’2

clan: toreador

occupation: jazz pianist

romance: none

[shepherds-of-haven]

My Mc arguing her case to Blade about her dating Briony

Blade: “You know my stance on fraternizing with fellow Shepards.”

My Mc: “ But sir, you don’t have all the facts!”

Blade: “which are?”

My Mc wholeheartedly: “ I love her!”

Really love Shepards of Haven, hope your doing well and have a great day!

If we were to finish this quote, it would entail Blade trailing off and then asking in a subdued, hesitant, filled-with-dread-voice, "...oh god. how far has it gone?" 😂😂

Thank you so much for sharing, and for your very kind words, I hope you're doing well and have a great day too! 💖

[carnalapples]

Hey Ad! I want to know about everything in your WIP folder!! It's so hard to choose what to ask about. But maybe I'll just keep it to "Cross the rooftop, run away" and/or "more envy demon stuff?"

Hi Grey!! Thank you for asking!

"cross the rooftop, run away" is a post-destroy mass effect fic where Shepard is trying to contend with her choices, and ends up recovering in Vancouver with Miranda and Kaidan's mother. It's a little celebration of female friendship and recovery. I haven't worked on it in a year or so, but I think it's almost finished and I might be able to get it out early next year!

The opening snippet:

In the end, she is able to snake one hand out of the rubble. A warning sign, leave me be. She can’t even feel her other arm; she’s numb save for the insistent burning of her lungs. Just one more corpse in the trail that led her here. 

It’s one of my favorites, Ashley sighs, before launching into another verse of Keats. Shepard wants to tell her to give it a rest, or at least to request something more apt for her situation, something funereal, but her throat is dry to the point of pain. When she closes her right eye, everything gets dim; to avoid the suffocating panic this knowledge sparks in her, she keeps her gaze firmly from the left. 

Time must pass, but all she has to track it by is one shaft of artificial Citadel light which never dims. Ashley moves through ages and nations, bouncing between poets she doesn’t even remember knowing. Turning and turning in the widening gyre. Shepard always did prefer novels. She used to spend all of her time back in college in the library, and half of it reading instead of working on her diagrams. 

Surely some revelation is at hand, surely the Second Coming is at hand—she feels the shift, like the Citadel is yawning back to life. A sharp pain flares in her stomach as a shard of something digs into it. That reinforced glass, maybe, the kind that’d really lodge into you if you broke it. 

“Spirits.” She blinks up into the glassy eyes of a shaking turian. His face swims before her, morphing into something grotesque.

Ashley laughs. Who’s like us?

/ / /

And then "more envy demon stuff" is a Cullen/Ashna fic--basically, I love the envy demon lol. But I like the idea that Ashna is struggling with newfound power, freedom that is not really free, confusing feelings for Cullen, and then she goes on this Wonderful field trip to Therinfal Redoubt and gets to have that all used against her... And then after Haven falls she gets a little bolder and asks Cullen to help her Work Through It. This one is floundering a little, so I'm waiting to see if I can find a better angle for it!

I think I shared this snippet before, but it's the best one I have haha:

“It…” Ashna closes her eyes, but the image comes back to her. Sure hands, broad frame, the smell of a thunderstorm, and she opens them quickly. 

“Was it someone you knew?” he asks. 

Feeling bold, she opens her eyes and looks at him. After a moment, something seems to dawn on him. The flush spreads down from his cheeks to his throat, a brilliant pink.

“When I was at Greenfell, a long time ago, they would have us separate reality from the dream.” He hesitates. “By mimicking what happens in the dream in real life, we would see how improbable it was.”

She’s flushing now. This is not happening.

“Would it help you, do you think? To divide reality from the dream?”

“It would help, yes,” she says slowly. 

“Well, what would happen in these dreams?”

The reality of the situation slams into her like a crashing wave. Cullen, sitting here, his knees barely touching hers—that is what needles her most, the chastity of it all—asking her to tell him how he takes her apart every night. 

“Commander, I don’t think this is possible,” she says quickly, moving away from him. He looks up, startled, and she feels bad, just for a moment, for drawing and redrawing these lines between them. 

“All right,” he says finally, reaching for his gloves. He fumbles to fit his hands inside, and Ashna watches this like a hawk. 

/ / /

Every time I open these I also try to write a little more, so this is helping a lot!!

[fllagellant]

Okay now that I have been An Adult for a few hours and now that the idea has mellowed out ..

Based on what @neonbutchery offered , Wyll is a biotic but completely manufactured.. he wasn’ t born as a biotic but signed up for testing for how well man-made biotics can function when he was 17 , under the eye of lead scientist ( and benefactor ) Mizora . How bad is this for his health ? Very . But he can preform equal to born biotics , and shows that you can give biotic powers to non-biotics , but . Well ,

For him and Ulder … Ulder is definitely high ranking Alliance I think ? Him and Wyll probably had a falling out and that lead to him applying for the testing so he can feel like he was Doing Something .. or he applied for the testing so that he could have a better chance protecting others on the field and Ulder was Very Much against this decision .. they haven’ t talked in years and avoid each other’ s stations and missions Extremely Well …

I think Wyll would be a Spectre honesty ? He’ s got that Commander Shepardness to him that would put him in the Spectre candidate position .. also this could function as Mizora’ s lobbying so she can show off her creations and design and have a human spectre with her “ aid “ in public perception … also it would fit with his folk hero / vigilante thing … Mizora definitely uses his high rank to force him to deal with competition and whatnot . No one can stop him so she can just tell him what to do and he Has to comply

Giilvas . Oookay . He is human , but I did toss around the idea of him being Krogan or Quarian too , and the idea of him being Asari was neat too .. but I think I will keep him human Alliance for the sake of simplicity . Biotic , vanguard specifically , but I think that he prefers being an Engineer to anything else . He can use his biotics well ( do I put him in baat . Audience vote now on your phones !!! ) but he’ s been exploring other ways that he enjoys Far More . Him being a heavy mech operator …. He deserves it

Trying to adapt his personal quest to mass effect is near impossible , but . The closest I can really get is he was a colony kid , colony was attacked , lone survivor sort of thing . Family’ s bodies have been in alliance custody for years and he cannot seem to lobby or demand their return to him so he can begin the burial process . One of the only things keeping him in the Alliance is the possibility he can get to a place that he can force Brass to give up their bodies . Or he gets a chance to throw away his entire military career in exchange for them getting proper burials .. he guards colonies now , mainly

As fun as Spectre Giilvas is , he has too colourful of a background to really make him a viable option for a candidate .. Probably gets assigned as staff lieutenant most of the time , is the stand in CO for most teams he is placed on if needed .. listen he’ s just a big guy with a bigger mech who’ s a literal nightmare for any Brass member they are trying to keep him from doing anything Crazy

[faejilly]

writing patterns

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

tagged by @junemermaid, no-pressure tagging anyone who would like, because I have no idea who's seen and either done or passed on this one lately. PLEASE PLEASE DO IT AND BLAME ME IF YOU HAVE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST INCLINATION, I love seeing these things, I'm just brain-dead re: tagging today. 💙

1. Vakarian makes Shepard feel old.

Chicory, Mass Effect, Weaver Shepard, not on AO3 yet because I'm trying to turn it into a series of first/early impressions of the ME1 crew from Shepard's perspective. But then I've done Kaidan's first impression of Shepard already, so I can't decide if I should do her version of that or figure out another one. But also should I add Joker? I should always add Joker. But then in what order? (You can see the overthinking process here, can't you?) SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE WEAVER & TALI AND IT WILL BE DELIGHTFUL. She adores Tali. But also wishes to keep her safely in engineering 99% of the time. BUT ALSO...

anyway. back to sentences. ->

2. Emmett had known that he would see her.

Almond Blossoms, 7kpp, Emmett/Sheltered Princess & a lot of chaperone POV's. Also I posted that in September last year so this is clearly going to be a little depressing in terms of my ongoing 'am I a writer anymore?' existential crisis

3. “Don’t move.”

Never Again, Shadowhunters, Malec, sort of omegaverse, sort of weird magic bonds, a very belated prompt fill from the @knotinmyname anti-ai-scraping event.

4. The Matchmaker may have announced them, they may consider themselves engaged, this might be exactly what they should be doing as these connections are exactly what the Summit claims to be for… but Nathalie’s a 'known’ seductress and suspected murderer, but Clarmont’s only 'allowed’ here for the Royal Family to keep an eye on him, to make sure he knows how generous they are being with their mercy.

Relief, 7kpp, Clarmont/Ambitious Widow (Revaire feels!). Yes, that is just one sentence. Yes, I did that on purpose. No, I probably shouldn't have, but idc. 😅

5. Alec hasn’t even been Marked, still technically a fledgling rather than a Shadowhunter, when he learns that most nephilim can’t hear their weapons sing.

untitled eldritch angel powers prequel, Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood & Politics is my jam, even when he's like 10 or something. As is weird magic and angel lore that I get to make up! Not on ao3 because I think it's going to be in a bigger thing, but I haven't actually done it yet, but I also get really tired of trying to rearrange my AO3 stuff because then I lose links and comments and brain power that should have been used for maybe writing something again some day.

6. All the dealers know Magnus’ name.

Fluff for @foodsies4me! Malec Auctioneer AU on the floor because it made me smile. (I used to be an auction block clerk.)

7. A familiar flare lit up his apothecary, and Magnus reached out to catch the fire message.

working title is 'wtf the clave is competent' and this is another playing-with-lore Shadowhunters prequel (that will eventually be Malec) started off via a Tangential Tuesdays prompt (which is a thing I would like to properly do again, but I keep not writing which makes it tricky)

8. An Omega heir to two old bloodlines in line for a Headship was something the Nephilim hadn’t seen in almost a century, and ought to have been prestigious enough for Alec to have chosen any path or mate he wanted. [x]

9. That was Magnus. [x]

These are both omegaverse prompts for the aforementioned anti-ai event and actually posted on time last June. Both Shadowhunters and Malec and just little bits and pieces of almost things. And fun on their own, imo, but. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. Cullen thought he’d gotten used to seeing this new Hawke in Haven.

Gladiolus, Cullen/Hawke, Dragon Age: Inquisition (Hawke as Inquisitor). Another prompt fill, a ficlet for a collection I have on AO3; its continuing existence is almost entirely @jadesabre301's fault.

Well, picking chapters and scenes posted on tumblr rather than my ao3 was probably good for my sanity, since my ao3 is a bit of a mess.

I seem to start with very declarative sentences this past year or so: we are here and this is what we're dealing with. Which is not... how I have previously concluded this meme, but I'm not sure that it's really any different than usual, just more obvious. It's a habit developed, I think, in writing relatively short-fic and also playing with lore or setting, because I very much need to set up my framework if I want anyone else to follow it.

I definitely should try and play some ME and/or watch some Shadowhunters and clean up some of the bits that I would really really like to have as finished stories though. This has successfully reminded me that I do, in fact, usually like writing and still think like a writer, so that's probably good!

/thank you june 🥰