Ehehe Burger Bolvar… Ehehehehe Ragnaros in a shirt is silly…. Waaaait a minute….
EXCUSE ME! MAIEV ON A WATERSLIDE…. HELMET STILL ON!
Apparently Ada was going to be in Village, but was cut because of “conflicting scenarios”
Plague doctor Ada would’ve been dope.
“Conflicting scenarios” never stopped you from shoveling shitty canons at us before, Crapcom
*especially looks at RE6*
Not mine. Just golden
Reblogging because I made this into a crack fiction. Absolute nonsense ahead, Miranda x Jack. Usually I advertise with some snippet, well this is it instead for this one.
Summary: Shepard calls everyone together to collect up the new gear, which inadvertently leads to tension between Miranda and Jack. Hate-mance ship, absolute crack, that means utterly non-serious, nonsense fun.
A snippet of an old fic that I found and am considering continuing:
…If only Sam would bring it up. Lara didn’t even know if she should be apologizing for it. Samantha had initiated, but Lara had probably, admittedly, enjoyed it more. Samantha’s continued silence only spoke to her fears of that. She could be trying to pretend it hadn’t happened at all.
“I had to,” Lara answered simply enough. “I had to get you out of there. I promised.”
“Yeah…” Samantha reached up a hand and pushed back a few, short strands from her face. It reminded Lara of when Samantha had reached up to her, brushing back her hair, and held her cheek in that kiss… God. This wasn’t good. Samantha’s hesitations had only started after their kiss, marking it the source of them. Lara had to forget it before that hesitation in Samantha’s eye grew all-encompassing. “We… we need to check your burn wound,” Samantha finally said, meaning her stomach one. “You really screwed that one up.”
Lara frowned again as she touched at the bandage edge to unwind it from around her stomach. Samantha took the edge from her at Lara’s first wince and did the chore for her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Samantha added, “I know you had to stop the bleeding. It… must’ve really hurt.” Samantha’s eyes roved over all the injuries then, “They all had to.” Her eyes roved up to Lara’s. “How did you do it, Lara? How’d you keep going with all of this?”
“I couldn’t let you die,” Lara murmured.
When Samantha’s eyes lifted to her again, Lara could feel them piercing. She’d never taken the time to notice how exquisitely beautiful Sam’s eyes were before “Thanks for it,” Samantha breathed on the exhale. “I mean, really, Lara. Not just saving me… for all of it.”
“Sam…” Lara started, aching to tell those pretty eyes that there couldn’t have been another way. To tell her how horrified she’d been when Samantha had been taken and that it wouldn’t leave her mind for anything else but to get her back and safe. Samantha knew her as her close friend; Lara herself hadn’t realized how much she loved her. Even if their kiss had been Samantha’s fluke, Lara just wanted to know, to breach this silence between them.
The door opened abruptly. “Lara?” If you liked that, continue reading at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30845537
Here’s a snippet:
“Rachel?” she asked, so shaken, she couldn’t annunciate her name properly. Chloe began to turn over on the bed. Vacant blue eyes glistened the instant they laid upon her, and as Chloe rolled over, Rachel spotted the handcuffs that chained her precious girl to the bed. Beneath them, a bloodied bandage circled Chloe’s wrist, and in the other hand, she clutched a bag of letters to her chest in a white-knuckled grip.
“Rachel,” she tried to repeat and failed again. She choked, but maintained eye contact, even as she began to tremble.
Rachel began crossing the room to her.
“I found her,” Chloe whispered as best she could, words blurring together in a rush. “Found Sera. She didn’t forget you. She never forgot. She stopped taking the money, wrote letters– ” Chloe said, holding out the bag in a quivering hand.
“Hey– ” the officer started to protest, but at that moment upon reaching the bedridden mess that was her only lifeline, Rachel brushed the offered letters aside and climbed straight into the hospital bed. She collapsed atop of Chloe and wrapped her arms around the handcuffed girl.
“Chloe,” she whispered, her own voice starting to quiver “Oh my God, Chloe.”
If you’re an old fan of my Burn Wounds fic, I felt bad and gave a little tiny update, this is part of it. Read the rest here at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13949595/chapters/76142357
Here is a snippet from the chapter 5, which went up today
“That just makes it worse!” Carver snapped, red-faced and eyes filling with rage. “She doesn’t even have to do it on purpose, and she’s still ruining my life! I can’t take it, Beth. I’m so sick of living in her shadow. Even Dad chose her over me.
”Bethany’s heart pulsed in hot pain at the mention of their recently deceased father.
“Carver, Dad loved all of us,” Bethany said, for surely Carver knew this, or must know.
“Not like her, he didn’t. He told her, Beth, when he was dying. He told her that she was the heart of our family and would be the head when he was gone.” Bethany saw both the anger and the sense of betrayal creased all over his features, especially prominent in his eyes, which glistened. “Told her and not me,” Carver said, his fists balled.
At a bit of a loss, Bethany wrapped her arms around her twin brother, who didn’t resist, but didn’t return the gesture, either. “I don’t want to serve this family under her,” Carver said through gritted teeth.
“Carver,” Bethany gasped, shocked.
Carver pulled away from her then, his jaw setting. “I mean, I should be leading us in Dad’s stead. Not her.” He glanced at her again, then, and the anger faded from his eyes a little bit. One angry tear had shed out of the corner of his eye, and Carver hastily wiped it away. “I haven’t been the brother you deserve, Bethany. I know you look up the Marian more than you do me. And I’m at fault for that; I’ve been an ass. But not anymore. I’m not going to live playing second place to Marian all my life.
”“What are you going to do?” Bethany asked, slightly alarmed as Carver stood and retrieved his sword.
“Prove it,” Carver said definitively. “Now, come on, Beth…
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My Tomb Raider adventurers ended here with this beautiful note.
Got out the rest of overwatch commission! Chapter 2 released!
“Amatuer,” Amelie spat.
Sombra reached out and Amelie grabbed her uninjured arm in mid air. Without hesitation, she dropped her most treasured weapon, the Widow’s Kiss, and grabbed Sombra around the rear, hoisting the hacker to her breast bridle-style.
Sombra automatically reached around Amelie’s neck with both arms to help the strong, flexible Prime keep her situated. Cradling her snugly with only one arm, Amelie fired her grapple at a nearby watchtower. The shot looked casual, even, but Sombra didn’t need her enhanced cybernetic mind to know it was perfectly measured.
An instant later, they smashed through the only window on the north side of the tower. Amelie shielded her as best she could and released the fasten on the grapple just before they crashed through the window, and then she was kneeling, still cradling Sombra close to her chest with only one arm.
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A few shards of glass had scraped her, but Amelie paid them no heed as she reached to touch Sombra’s cheek.
“You dropped your gun for me,” Sombra pointed out, and Amelie’s gorgeous, predatory, golden eyes locked on her. After completing an olympic-worthy aerial assassination and rescue, Amelie didn’t even look phased.
Friends! I was commissioned to write an Overwatch fiction! So I stayed in the fandom and wrote out one for Kelli, the commissioner. Here’s a snippet of the piece:
In Amelie’s quarters, Sombra groaned as her Acute, the smart wrist device she had not taken off yet, noisily beeped with an emergency signal.
“Ignore it,” Amelie ordered, beneath her, but very much leading their latest escapade into the depths of her seemingly-unquenchable appetite.
Before Sombra could do or say anything in response to the command, Winston’s hologram emerged from the device on display before both of them.
“You’ve got heavies,” he started to say, “coming in hot on the base, and– ” Winston froze, suddenly uncomfortable as an image of Sombra and Amelie were projected back at him, capturing Sombra’s face barely an inch away from the crevasse between Amelie’s legs. “Oh,” he said, lifting a hand to his glasses in nervous habit as he looked away and began to clean the lenses on his fur. “Ahem…”
“Told you not to use the emergency channel,” Sombra quipped, and below her, Amelie groaned.
“I’m listening,” Sombra said, and returned attention to her lover who had entwined a furious and demanding hand into her hair, forcing her back to the more important task at hand.
“Heavies?” Angela asked, and Winston recovered himself enough to swiftly turn off both Sombra and Amelie’s projected visuals.
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An excerpt from the latest chapter:
“If I were a templar, I’d call you out as a mage,” Bethany’s heart skipped a beat as the older man who cheers’ed her leaned against the bar casually. “For no one’s that beautiful without a touch of magic.”
In the back of her mind, it registered that she’d just been hit on. Bethany swallowed the lump in her throat. She inhaled quickly, momentarily remembering the last time a man had taken interest in her. “Hey,” she managed, barely lifting her eyes to him. The man was much older than her. At a guess, Bethany would put him around thirty-five or so, but he wasn’t unfortunate. With dark brown, ruffled hair, and the beginnings of stubble on a strong, square jaw.
“Hey, girl,” the man winked, his suave grin sending a twinkle all the way up to his eyes. “How was the Maker when you left His side?”
Bethany flushed, not sure if she ought to be more embarrassed or flattered. .
Still, it wasn’t exactly a situation Bethany would willingly put herself in. She fidgeted, offering another meek smile. “So tell me, m’lady,” the man prompted, an easy grin taking his features as he stood. “Has Andraste changed her name?”
“It’s Bethany,” Bethany mumbled, red-faced.
“Ahh, Bethany,” his green eyes twinkled. “Orlesian in its beauty, Antivan for your wiles, and I adopt it now, translating it to be ‘our only gem’ of Ferelden.”
Bethany could barely contain the warmth in her cheeks. “Oh, stop.” She requested genuinely, not sure her face could take any more flushing.
“Of course, Madam. Bold as I may be, I cannot refuse the order of Divinity.”
In a distant corner, just out of a backroom, Marian hopped down the last few steps, fast tracking for the door, but pulled up short at a most horrible sight.
Bethany was at the bar. With a man. She was blushing. Next to a man. Who was touching her hand.
Marian almost hemorrhaged on the spot.
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Amelie placed her hand over Angela’s and dragged it down a little further, revealing more, and gave Angela a suggestive eyebrow.
“Anything?” she asked.
Amelie moved Angela’s hand over a pale, exposed breast to cup it.
“Now?” she asked.
Angela gave her patient a look.
“Are you done?”
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Soo, just some more nonsense. Always thought there was Not enough reaction to Merrill suddenly slitting her wrists in front of the characters and using blood magic… so I made one !
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A teaser from the latest in Growing Pains, https://archiveofourown.org/works/30187734/chapters/74380329 , updated today
Bethany leaned against her heavily. A very familiar warm rush spread through Bethany. She tried to push it down, but the flood was overwhelming.
“No,” Bethany trembled, oblivious to Marian’s hand grasping hers. “Marian…”
When Bethany turned to her, Marian’s eyes bulged. “Bethany!” Lifting a hand to cover her sister’s glowing eyes, Marian whispered desperately. “Keep your eyes shu- ” Before she could finish, an invisible blast ricocheted out from Bethany and shoved her back, hard. Hawke’s back hit the side wall thirty feet away with a wicked snap as other groans around the room joined hers, alerting her that she wasn’t the only one to take the hit.
All around her, springing out from Bethany herself, leafy vines and roots stretched across the floor, some growing from between the floor panels themselves. A thick, gnarled root started curling over Marian’s leg while vines stretched to encompass her wrists.
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Got a prompt from one of my discords to write ‘an unanswered letter’ so I wrote this small drabble. Takes place a few months after Isabela left Kirkwall. Just a short little piece, oneshot. From Bethany Hawke to Isabela
New Dragon Age Fic!
Hey guys! I haven’t been around for a longg while, but I’ve finally motivated myself back into writing again. Back in the DA fanverse, I’ve begun a fic about Hawke & her family backstory, growing up, and including some romance and unseen bits that we didn’t get to in the game! So just going to post it here for any old readers who would still like to give it a go :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30187734 and https://www.fanfiction.net/story/story_preview.php?storyid=13845590 (Just depending on where you prefer to read it).
If you like Marian and Bethany Hawke, take a look! The story will revolve around them, and is part of a series. Teasing bits of Bethany/Leliana to come as well :) Enjoy!
Hey fans of my humor,
I’ve started Twitching. If you’re curious to see me stream and narrate a very gay spartan’s life in the game, check it out at https://www.twitch.tv/ladyofthegreens Just if you’re interested ;)
Almost finished! But I neeed to come up with names for these girls! The one in red is Ada’s and Helena’s and the blue one is Carla’s and Helena’s. So I’m ask you guys on the name! @twoshots-eggrolls, @twoshots-keylimepie hope you girls can help!
Btw, The eyes for Carla’s child was complicated because she was force to become someone else…So i mixed green and amber and the eye color came out like this…sue me :)
For some reason, I can’t comment or like it, just reblog, so i will reblog with comments ;)
Two baby girls is much more like it! Much, much better, you have my approval ;) what little cuties
And ahh, the ever problematic quest for names. I agree with EGels, give these girls some kittum names and be done with it ;) what are their personalities going to be like?