TMI TUESDAY

I haven’t done it in a while, so have at the invasive OC questions.

I would like to hear any fun facts about your girls that you've yet to mention. ;)

One of the pieces I’m working on for @loga-boga! I’m so excited to share all of these Mass Effect smuts, finally! 😄 This is their Ryder, Leia, and Peebee, gettin’ frisky on the Tempest.

Pathfinder wonder twins Khadi and Asad - a late b-day gift for @arrowmaker247.

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Pairing: one-sided F!Ryder x Liam (or is it?) Rating: PG Summary: In which Cora has to give the Pathfinder advice about boys because apparently this her life now.

Cora liked Grace.

Really.

Sure, at first Cora had been justifiably annoyed that Alec Ryder had opted to transfer the role of Pathfinder to his unprepared twenty-two-year-old daughter rather than his extensively-trained second, but she wasn’t unreasonable. Alec was a parent, his child had been dying, and he’d made a perfectly understandable split-second decision to save her.

And for all of Grace’s inexperience, she was… actually doing a pretty good job. Hell, the angara seemed to not only tolerate but genuinely like her, which was something the most seasoned of diplomats might not have been able to pull off in a matter of decades. Establishing that sort of relationship within weeks was absolutely unprecedented, and (if pressed) Cora had to admit that she doubted she or Alec could have done any better.

That being said, there were times Cora wished Alec were still the one in charge.

This was one of those times.

“Come again?” Cora asked, needing to make absolutely, positively sure that the Pathfinder fidgeting in front of her had actually said what Cora thought she’d said.

“How can you tell if a guy likes you?”

Yep. The Initiative’s hopes and dreams did, indeed, rest in the hands of someone who’d come in here to ask about boys.

Fantastic.

“Like, actually likes you,” Grace continued, “not just ‘will-have-sex-with-you-if-he’s-bored’ likes you. For real likes you. How do you know?”

“Okay. Wow,” Cora said, setting down her data pad. “So, unpacking this piece by piece: no one who has sex with you because he’s bored likes you at all–”

“It’s not like they ever tell you that’s why before you have sex with them–”

“–and you should, under no circumstances, spend any more time with such a person, because that is not a good person.”

Grace opened her mouth as if to offer a rebuttal. She closed it. “Noted.”

“Secondly, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you didn’t exactly have great self-esteem in college?”

“That would be accurate.”

“Alright, so: work on that,” Cora said. “Assholes can smell low self-esteem a mile away, and they’ll continue to take advantage of it if you let them. You’re a smart girl, and you’re turning out to be a very capable Pathfinder, so you should really give yourself a little more credit in terms of what you deserve from men.”

“Awww, Cora–”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Sorry.”

“As to how to tell if someone does like you, that kind of depends on the guy. Was there… anyone in particular you had in mind?”

“What? No,” Grace said far too quickly. “It was a totally hypothetical question.”

Oh, lord.

“Uh-huh,” Cora said flatly. “So if, hypothetically, you had a huge crush on Liam that everyone knows about–”

“I don’t–! He’s just–! I mean, why would you even think–?” Grace deflated. “Everyone knows?”

“Yep.”

“Even Liam?”

“Especially Liam.”

“That’s… not great,” Grace said, raking a hand through her hair.

“My point is that you’d probably get a lot farther talking to him about this.”

Grace looked mildly ill.

Oh, for God’s sake, Harper, throw the kid a bone.

“But… if it helps,” Cora said, “from what I’ve seen, he seems to like you, too.”

Grace’s face broke into an absolutely dopey grin. “Thanks, Cora,” she chirped, darting from the room.

Cora sighed and picked the data pad back up, trying to find where she’d left off.

The door opened again.

“So, do you think he, like, like-likes me, or–”

“Ryder.”

“Right.”

Happy Birthday to one of my favorite people in the world, @arrowmaker247!!!!! I was told you might want a little Dick for your birthday 😉😉 (and some Miranda too lol) Shout out to @of-elves-and-wolves for being super sneaky and gathering reference materials for me! I hope you love it!!

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Pairing: pre-Zevran x Female Amell Rating: PG, for blood Summary: Zevran’s sense of self-preservation is lacking at times. Solona is unamused. @ridiculouslyzevran

“Pity,” Shale said. “If the Painted Elf was so keen to have its head crushed, it could have asked.”

“A generous offer,” Zevran said, wincing as Solona mopped the blood from the gash above his temple. “The Painted Elf will keep that in mind.”

Shale made a face–inasmuch as a golem could–and lumbered off to the far side of their makeshift camp, its crystals casting an eerie glow in the dim light of the Deep Roads.

“It looks worse than it is,” Solona said, and it was. For all the bleeding, the wound was surprisingly superficial. “Not everyone can get tossed across the room by an ogre without so much as a concussion to show for it. You were lucky. And stupid,” she added, drawing energy from the Fade to knit the torn skin back together.

Zevran grinned. “Ah, but if I had not been, the ogre would have gotten its hands on the prettiest Grey Warden in Thedas, and then where would we be?”

“Your concern is touching, but I’m more than capable of handling myself,” Solona said flatly, shifting her attention to the livid bruise along his ribcage.

“An alluring quality in a woman, to be sure–ah!”

Solona muttered an apology, pressing more gingerly on the purpling flesh. “Your ribs are broken.”

“Yes, I could have told you that.”

Solona rolled her eyes but bit her tongue, reaching out with her magic to scan for further damage. “No internal injury,” she pronounced. She cast into the fractured ribs, watching the bruise fade as the bones fused together. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hold. “Magic is only so useful for broken bones, but it’ll do in a pinch. Provided you don’t get flung around by any more ogres.”

“There you may trust that I have learned my lesson.”

“One you’ll forget with impressive haste, I’m sure,” Solona said, pursing her lips in annoyance as she reached once more for the dampened cloth she’d used to clean the blood from his head. She brought it halfway to the minor abrasions on his arm, then paused.

He was grinning at her.

“What?”

“Have you any idea how difficult it is not to kiss you when you make that face?”

“Oh, for–clean yourself up, then!” Solona snapped, tossing the wet cloth at his face as she pushed herself to her feet and stomped off, hating the predictable blush rising in her cheeks.

Zevran’s merry laughter echoed behind her.

Come on, Solona. Don't make Zev wait. :p

Commission for @right-in-the-vhenan of the Wonder Babes ™ Aisha and Paven Lavellan. 

Thank you for commissioning me again - I always love working with you and I adore your Lavellans. 

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One Night in Antiva

Some purely self-indulgent Isii/Orion smut to help me work my way through a writer’s block, lovingly written for @arrowmaker247. A sequel to Keeping Things Professional. Modern Modelling AU.

Isii had been breaking a lot of rules today.

Rule #1: keep things professional. There was always a line in the sand that she told herself she shouldn’t cross when it came to her work. She understood the reality of what she did for a living, being dressed up and posed like a doll for someone to snap her picture, using her body and her face to sell whatever the product of the day was. Sometimes these assignments, like the one she was on now, called on her to sell eroticism - to wear next-to-nothing in order to sell overpriced scraps of fabric as lingerie, to have a stranger’s hands on her and pretend for a few moments that the camera’s voyeurism was capturing something real.

But it was an act. It was always an act. They were only simulating something sensual, because anything beyond that made things murky and sent mixed messages.

Which was why Orion had been chatting her up at the hotel bar for the past forty-five minutes.

She knew what he wanted the moment she spotted him, loitering a short distance from her seat. Past experience taught her that this would likely go one of two ways. Either he’d be starstruck and stammering in a desperate bid to fulfill some adolescent fantasy about banging a supermodel or he’d be so convinced of his own sexual prowess that a denial from her would strike a severe blow to his masculine ego. She was in the mood for neither, half-tempted to finish her drink and leave in favor of the solitude of her room.

Instead, she stayed while he worked up the nerve to move closer and pretended that she didn’t feel the weight of his eyes or catch the furrow in his brow as he finished off his glass of liquid courage.

Isii felt she should at least give him the benefit of the doubt. She was the one who screwed things up by breaking her rules during their photoshoot together. She’d let things go further than she should have and it was understandable if he’d walked away from their session thinking that she wanted something more from him.

Maybe a small part of her did. He was, after all, an attractive man. His body had felt so warm and firm against her back, broad hands skimming over her skin, grasping, his kisses leaving her lips feeling swollen and slick. That first touch had been accidental but he’d made it easy, so easy to ask for more than she should have because she hadn’t been with anyone in over a year. Not since -

That didn’t matter though. Orion was in the business. She had a rule about not hooking up with people she worked with. And another about sleeping with people she’d only just met.

Though she was considering breaking both of those now, too.

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Omg omg this is the best. Thank you again!

Next one finished! Featuring:

#20: Velhera Adaar - @lesbianbastion

#21: Athi Lavellan - @ellstersmash

#22: Reyna Lavellan - @denerim

(Opening the file from my blog lets you see more, tumblr doesn’t let one zoom that far in, sadly)

The next one will be the last!

[First] - [Second] - [Third] - [Fourth] - [Fifth] - [Sixth Batch]

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Sorry this one took so long to finish! Here we have the following OCs:

#17: Sarine Trevelyan - @andrasteshaircurlers

#18: Asaara Adaar - @darkkittymews

#19: Ruslan Ar Fánaíocht - @arrowmaker247

(Opening the file from my blog lets you see more, tumblr doesn’t let one zoom that far in, sadly)

[First] - [Second] - [Third] - [Fourth] - [Fifth Batch]

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I know this is a Dragon Age blog, but I need to do this and I hope you all as my second family can help me spread the word. As you know what has been happening lately with immigrants and ICE in the United States. This is actually not new to my family and is terrifying and hard to bear. My cousin faces deportation to Panama despite coming to the United States when he was a toddler and only knowing New York and America as his home.

Please read his story and consider downloading a template letter and mailing or emailing:

Director Thomas Decker New York Field Office Director U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement U.S. Dept. of Homeland Security 26 Federal Plaza, Suite 1105 New York, NY 10278

He has two children and a loving wife, and their life has been torn apart. Your words may make a difference in his case, and is very very appreciated.

Third batch of the #birthday draw-athon finished! 

Featuring:

#09: Anna - lliviaoftheshire

#10: Cherisse “Daar” Adaar - @thisiswhymomworries

#11: Neie - @secretsofthemasquerade

#12: Virassan Alasan - @geeky-jez

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Second batch of the #birthday draw-athon finished!

Featuring:

#05: Athlas Linnarel - @siofrasongs

#06: Ell’ahnaa Lavellan - @fleschybits

#07: Lyra Lavellan - @allthedragonagenamesaretaken

#08: Yaevinn Lavellan - @christina-emilie

The stream of the next batch will start soon!

Submissions are still open, as I’ve received 23 of 25 submissions so far.

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First batch of #birthday draw-athon finished!

Here’s

#01: Aule Lavellan for @fleshwerks

#02: Nia Lavellan for @letti-adventures (whom I can’t tag for some reason)

#03: Imogen Trevelyan for @adjectivebear

#04: Armistice Ryder for @right-in-the-vhenan

The stream of the next batch will start soon!

Submissions are still open, as I’ve received 16 of 25 submissions so far.

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@mistsonfire asked me about Layla’s tattoo and instead of answering the question like a normal person, I had to go and draw it.

After the incident on Akuze, Layla got a tattoo of an almost-empty hourglass as a reminder of her limited (and, in her mind, likely to be very short) time left on earth. 

When she woke up from the Lazarus project, she was surprised to find that the top half of the hourglass was almost full, and realized that Miranda took a few liberties in her reconstruction… 

Hi, team

It has come to my attention that a small portion of the Dragon Age fandom is squicked by this event. I’m sorry. The hashtag was meant to be a dumb, eye-rolling joke. After reading some of the replies, I can see why some folks would take issue with it. Mea culpa.

Why the focus on human/elf? They were meant to be the first in a series. I had intended to run dwarf and Qunari shipping events in the future if this event went well so that these rarer origins could get their own spotlight rather than being buried under a mountain of elf fic, so if your sticking point is that this event was focused on a single type of pairing, I apologize for not noting my intentions in the original post. Again, mea culpa.

I am truly, deeply sorry to all of those who wished to participate in this event. But, on the bright side, I hear a second event is in the works encompassing all mixed ships, so I’m still holding out hope to see some great art and fics from you guys this weekend!

Hey folks,

There's a number of people upset by the hashtag name "shemtits" and wondering who coined it. I did. It was intended to be silly, ridiculous, and eye-rolling. Instead, it was offensive and hurtful. I'm sorry. I'll try to be more thoughtful in the future.

Rainfall

So, I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted any writing (life has taken me for a freaking ride these past few months, but slowly sanity is being restored) but since it’s OC Kiss week, I thought Ella should have at least one kiss posted. 

Paired with her OC hubby Osiris in a Modern AU, who is written by my fabulous friend @arrowmaker247 (and owned by him too), Ella and Osiris find themselves at her apartment during a storm…and soon clothes come off. 

(Rated M for Mmmmm, Smut) 

Oh! Also Kellina belongs to @kellinahasaship

Rain beat down against the pavement in short, staccato bursts. Cold splashes that stained Osiris’s shoes, and left the hem of his trousers soaked through.

A frown crossed his face as he stepped over the threshold and into Ella’s apartment complex. But it soon dropped as warm air touched his face, and a familiar series of barks reached his ears.

Five wet, inquisitive noses met his hands and clothes as he opened the door. Ella had given him the key some time before, thinking it wise to offer him access to her home, should any troubles arise. In truth, he’d had a key made months beforehand, pilfered neatly and quietly copied from the one in her purse. But it was a gesture he appreciated nonetheless.

“Hanon and Kellina are out, I take it?” He asked, chuckling as a lab bounded forward, and licked his face. “Jackson is only this happy to see me when he’s been starved for attention from–”

All words died on his tongue, as he caught sight of Ella. Flush and supple, hair the color of dried tea leaves falling in wet curls along her shoulders. She was fresh from a bath, her blouse closed hastily over her chest.

…And only the barest press of lace covering her bottom.

It seemed that he had chosen an inopportune—depending on one’s perspective—moment to walk in.

“I didn’t realize you weren’t in a state for visitors.” Something salacious touched the corners of her lips, pulling his mouth into a wolfish grin. “If I’d known, I would have dropped in even earlier.”

While Laura and Isis sniffed at the familiar smell of Scorpio upon Osiris, Ella stood with a blush blossoming upon her cheeks. The shirt upon her did little to hide the response of her chest to the cool rush of wind from the door. In truth, she’d forgotten about the key in Osiris’ hand. Though she was quite sure the man needed no key to get into her apartment, she knew the skills he held, and how he could use them.

Or rather how her mind imagined he could use them.

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