Finished commission for @wingedblack , with her OC Caoihme and Lucanis.
Just a night time picnic on the roof to lift the spirits.
Loved painting this, thank you ever so much for the opportunity to portray them! ♥️

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Finished commission for @wingedblack , with her OC Caoihme and Lucanis.
Just a night time picnic on the roof to lift the spirits.
Loved painting this, thank you ever so much for the opportunity to portray them! ♥️
Oh, I completely forgot to share - yesterday was my birthday!!! I would be grateful for reposts, and thank you so much for supporting my art! I'm so glad to share my paintings with you 😄🎉
Illario our failwife <3
If Looks Could Kill and Coffee?
Thank you so much for asking!!
If Looks Could Kill is my forever wip for Nia and Illario. I only have like 11 chapters and only about 8 of them are completely finished. Nothing really makes sense and my story has kind of gone off the rails. Hopefully one day I will finish it so I can share the whole thing 😫
Nia woke up feeling groggy. When she tried to move her entire body ached. She let out a groan as she opened her eyes and took in the surroundings of an unfamiliar room.
She sat up in bed. It was larger than the one she remembered falling asleep in,much softer and leagues more luxurious. She remembered a single size bed with tattered blankets in a darkened back room. She also vaguely remembered Illario next to her.
This was not the same place, and she was definitely alone.
She pushed the covers off her to reveal someone had changed her out of her clothes, or at least what was left of them. She now wore a clean white button up linen shirt. It was loose and baggy on her, but enough that she was covered up from her collar bone to her thighs.
Her skin and hair still smelled of smoke and she still had blood and soot underneath her fingernails. The events of what she hoped was just the previous day came back to her.
Nia assumed no one had figured out she was involved in the whole fiasco. If they had she was pretty sure she would have woken up to Viago yelling at her, possibly in a prison cell. But that was only a matter of time. He would probably find out eventually.
That was a later problem to deal with. Right now she needs clothes and to figure out where she is. She slipped out of the bed and began rummaging around the room for her clothes. They were nowhere to be found. Although she was pretty sure what was left of them was unsalvageable.
She wandered over to the window and slid the curtains open to see if she could figure where she was.
The sunlight blinded her at first, but as her eyes adjusted from what she could tell she was on the third floor of what seemed to be an extravagantly large home. The view from the window was of a beautiful garden, filled with flowers and fountains and trees. The garden faded into the canal which bleed out into the open waters of Antiva.
Only one family in Treviso would ever have a home this nice with this view.
Just then she heard a light knock on the door and then it slowly opened.
With the curtains now open the room was filled with light as Illario stepped through the door, closing it behind him.
He smiled when he saw her by the window.
“Good morning, Princess.” He came further into the room. “I assume you slept well?”
Coffee is a little Shenko snippet that happens in ME3 right after Kaidan returns to the Normandy. He and Shepard are finding it hard to get back into their old grove. There is awkwardness around the morning coffee station.
The smell of fresh coffee pulled her towards the steaming pot in the mess hall. As she approached the counter she collided with someone.
“Oh” she gasped. “Kaidan, sorry I didn’t see you there.” She looked at him blankly.
“Ah no sorry, my fault.” Kaidan muttered. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He grinned sheepishly as he held up his own data pad.
Shepard smiled politely at him and gestured to the coffee.
“Please, go ahead.”
“No, no,” he stammered. “You go.”
She chuckled. “You were here first. And as the senior officer on board you should take the first cup.” She teased.
Kaidan's face went flush. “No Shepard we talked about this. l am just on the crew. This is your command, your ship, I follow your orders. My rank has…”
Shepard put up a hand and tried to stop him. “Kaidan, relax. It was a joke.” She reassured him. A bad one she thought to herself.
“Ah, yeah of course.” Kaidan rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. He chuckled nervously and took a step back, giving her room to take the first cup.
Shepard hurried and took a mug from the cabinet and poured her coffee. Leaving it black, Kaidan paused and asked, “No sugar?” She always puts one packet of sugar in her coffee.
She sighed. “Sugar is in short supply these days. I’ve had to go without.” She looked up at him and smiled. “These truly are dark times.” She took a sip. She was getting used to the bitterness. It seemed to suit her more these days anyway.
Kaidan nodded in agreement. Then an awkward silence fell over them. Kaidan looked at her expectantly like he was waiting for her. Then she jumped. “Oh sorry!” She exclaimed. “You’ll be wanting the coffee now…” she hurried and moved out of his way. He moved over to take his turn at the pot and began to pour his own cup. He heard her rummaging in a drawer behind him looking for a protein bar.
“You know,” Kaidan started as he continued pouring his coffee. “I know a guy on the citadel, he runs a restaurant. He could probably get us a good deal on some su….”Kaidan trailed off when he realized he seemed to be talking to himself. Shepard was already making her way to a table in the back of the mess.
Nice, Alenko...Kaidan thought to himself. He grabbed his own protein bar and headed for a table himself. Much to his dismay all the tables were occupied. He didn’t know anyone on the ‘new’ Normandy crew. He didn’t really feel comfortable joining any of them yet. He supposed he would head back to the observation room and eat his breakfast there.
He passed Shepard’s table on his way out but he stopped when she looked right at him as he approached. She smiled again. That polite smile she gave to reporters, fans and anyone she felt she needed to get what she wanted from, at least before the threats started. The thought made him smile back and he suddenly found himself asking if he could sit.
Oooh the WIP ask, post war party, morning after, and kneel if I can pick more than one 👀
Heeeyyy! Thank you for asking ❤️❤️❤️ Sorry it takes me so long to answer these. I get self-conscience and then see how much things need editing but then I have to remind myself that is the whole point of a wip ;)
Long post below!
Post War Party - This is some Shenko silliness that takes place between ME1 & 2, so it's not really a post war party really it more of a....post reapers first attack on the citadel party to honor Shepard for saving them kind of deal. So of course Shepard is forced to go to and does not want to be there but thankfully she spots a familiar face :)
Her eyes subtly scanned the crowd, looking for her escape route, but instead she spotted a familiar face. She had to bite her lip to keep from smiling as she watched Kaidan Alenko struggling with the same situation she was in. She knew he hated crowds, and too much light and noise usually triggered his migraines. But she watched him as he sipped his whiskey and tried to act engaged in the conversation. He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked her way, he attempted to hide his grin behind his glass as he held it to his lips, still holding her gaze and offering a very subtle wink.
“Commander?” Raine was shaken from her gaze. She looked to the man who had apparently asked her a question. She smiled sheepishly, “I'm sorry, I uh, didn't catch that.”
“I asked if you would care to dance?” The man asked her again. She couldn't remember the man's name, she believed him to be a reporter or was he a C-Sec officer?
“Oh, I'm sorry but I don't dance.” Raine said politely. Just as the man was about to insist, she noticed Kaidan approach them.
“Excuse me, Commander,” He said, looking only at her. “The Admiral would like a word with you.”
“Oh,” she feigned surprise. “Of course Lieutenant.” She turned to the man who had asked her to dance. “I'm so sorry, will you excuse me.” She didn't wait for his answer, but nodded to Kaidan and allowed him to lead her away.
She leaned in close to him as they walked away. “Is there even an admiral here?”
“I don't think so but he doesn't know that.” Kaidan whispered back. They both tried to stifle their laughter.
They maneuver through the crowd, Kaidan in the lead. She wasn't sure where he was leading her but she was all too happy to follow. They arrived along a wall of the room made completely out of glass, giving the room a breathtaking view of the citadel. They moved along the edge of the room for a moment until they reached a door. Kaidan opened it then turned to her.
“How about some fresh air.” He gave her a coy smile.
She sighed in relief and matched his grin. “You read my mind.”
Morning After is a little snippet I wrote for Aymeric and Shyera, my character from FFXIV. I have a few little snippets here and there for them but again always a wip as I haven't done anything with them for a while 😭
He turned his attention from the frosted window and towards the bed he had just vacated. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, the warrior of light, asleep in his bed.
She laid on her stomach with her arms outstretched toward the empty side of the bed. The fluffy comforter sat just below her waist giving Aymeric the beautiful sight of her bare back and silver hair that spilled across it.
He flushed at the thought of exploring every inch of her the night before.
She had been away for what felt like an eternity. Not exactly missing, they knew where she was, of sorts, and that she was relatively safe, but beyond that no one could tell him much else. She had been taken away to a completely different plane of existence. Stolen away from their world to another. Not knowing when or even if she would return.
Aymeric was sickened by the thought that he might never see her again, never hold her in his arms again or get the chance to tell her just how much he loved her. Those months she was away were some of the hardest he had to bear. He buried himself even deeper into his work to distract himself. Night brought him no rest as he would lie awake agonizing over if something might have happened to her. So he rarely slept, only work could keep his mind occupied enough to no think of how much he missed her.
Soft sunlight slowly crept through the window. The morning glow began to illuminate the room. Aymeric watched her sleep. Her back rose and fell with her deep breath and hair, a bit disheveled from their activities the night before, covered her face. Naturally Aymeric couldn’t help himself as he took a soft stride back to the bed and he gently swept the strands off of her face, trailing his fingers across her warm cheek. He thought about pulling the blankets up to cover her and keep her warm, but he hesitated to do so as he gazed at her exposed skin, remembering tracing every scar on her back and body. Committing each one of them to memory.
He leaned down and softly touched his lips to her forehead, being very careful not to wake her. He heard her sigh deeply as he pulled himself away.
He thanked The Twelve that he had her back. She was safe. She was home.
Okay so I am cheating cause I had one called kneel and one called kneeling lol
Of course it's Nia and Illario cause I'm still obsessed. Ironically I am having trouble getting the proportions of Illario's lower body actually kneeling...sooo it's in perma-wip for now.
possibly the funniest thing is that ashley/kaidan on horizon are like 100% right to be suspicious of shepard and to be freaked the fuck out that their old dead commander is back to life on a ship owned by a human supremacist group who has committed multiple atrocious crimes in the previous games that they were witnesses to, but since shepard is your player character and can't be wrong + their writing is so..... subpar, the fandom has found them unforgivable for this ever since
🫧 Mermay 2026 🫧
But make it Illarook 😉
Just an underwater prince in love with a beautiful pirate ☠️🪸🫧
reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years
🫧 Mermay 2026 🫧
But make it Illarook 😉
Just an underwater prince in love with a beautiful pirate ☠️🪸🫧
will i finish my mermay art before the end of may....???
Mass Effect Trilogy Appreciation Week
When: June 15 to 21 (2026)
Tag: #metrilogyweek2026
What the week is about: It's a special week to celebrate the trilogy, our Shepard, the characters, the universe, the lore!!! Make it your week as much as you want, by posting, liking and reblogging what you really enjoy as a fandom participant. Have fun! :)
How is it different from any other week? Appreciation weeks can get people excited about a specific fandom and be more active. It can bring more fandom content. The fact that there's one tag that fandom can check every day of that week is very nice for everyone who wants to share their thoughts and fanworks. It's also a good week to find friends in fandom! So if you're new, enjoy!!!
What can be posted in the tag: Fan fics, fanart, gifs, picspams, meta, memes, fanvids, etc.
What can't be posted in the tag: Avoid bashing ships and characters, respect other people, don't be a bigot, etc. Apply the usual fandom rules that mean we can all share a nice space together. Be mindful that other people think differently than you and that's okay.
Prompts
They can help to inspire and motivate you. You don't have to follow them but here they are below.
@gravitonspike suggested those prompts (thank you!):
Day 1- Background / "I like the person it's made of you" Day 2- Choice / "This ends now" Day 3- Alien / "The food of my people" Day 4- Ship/AI or After the war Day 5- Citadel / "Big place!" Day 6- Love / Laugh / "I'll protect you" Day 7- N7 / Free Space
And here are mine:
Day 1- Shepard (Background/Identity/Picture) Day 2- Shepard's relationships (Friends/Li/Lovers/Family) Day 3- Characters (Traits/Quirks/Meaning) Day 4- Non-Shepard Relationships (Romance/Friendship/Family/Care) Day 5- Ships/Universe (Normandy/Miky Way) Day 6- Lore (Leviathans/Reapers/Citadel/Protheans/...) Day 7- End/Future - "Thank you Mass Effect for..."
Enjoy!!!!!! :) And if you're interested, you can also participate this summer in a Mass Effect Andromeda Appreciation Week!
My blog is now probably older than most people on this site.
For the WIP folder Meme
Can you tell me about The Ring and Shut up and Dance?
Sure! Thanks for asking!
The Ring came about from when I was browsing pintrest for some references and came across a really pretty ring that made me think of something my OC, Nia would wear. When I clicked on it, it had a matching ring for a male and I was like "Awww it's Nia and Illario's wedding rings!" So then I was just plagued by the idea of Illario having this ring burning a hole in his pocket being scared to death of asking Nia to marry him. At some point he is going to have to face Viago, in which case I fear for his life...anyway....
"Illario stared at the ring he had slipped on his pinky finger. It barely fit over his first knuckle. It was exactly the right size, he knew it was. Her fingers were more slender than his, long and delicate. It would fit hers perfectly.
He couldn’t help but smile as he gazed at the blood red ruby in the center of the shimmering black band. The man that made it for him in Ravain said it was a rare black gold, one of the rarest metals in Thedas. The band twisted elegantly into vines and leaves, delicately cradling the flawless ruby in the center.
Illario had spent a small fortune on it. A sprinkling of small diamonds surrounded the ruby. These diamonds were made from one of the diamonds they found from the first job they did together, well the job Illario had maneuvered his way into. He thought it was a nice sentimental touch. Nia would no doubt roll her eyes at this but he knew it would make her smile, at least he hoped it would."
Shut Up and Dance was this silly little snippet I wrote about Shepard and Kaidan on a one night shore leave and the rest of the crew insist they all go to the dance club on the citadel. Shepard get a little liquid courage from Ashley and asks Kadain to dance. This was a while ago and I based it off that song by the same title :D cause I'm cheesy like that....
"Shepard was amazing on the battlefield. She was graceful and precise, almost fluid when she was fighting for her life. It came so naturally for her. But dancing, dancing was entirely different. Kaidan couldn't believe that the woman standing before him, this beautiful, fearless, intelligent, amazing woman, just…could not dance at all. He eyed her suspiciously, maybe she's dancing that way to make him feel better. After all he wasn't that great of a dancer himself. He chuckled and leaned down to yell so she could hear over the music. "You're holding back aren't you?" He asked her. It took her a few seconds to get his meaning, she then rolled her eyes, the playful smile never leaving her lips, she grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him close so she could say into his ear. "Shut up and dance Alenko!" She let go of his shirt but didn't step back. They were extremely close now, and he couldn't help but smile back and try to follow whatever rhythm she had made up."
Thanks for reading my silly snippets and for asking
Companion!Abel recruitment scene!
WIP Folder
Rules: post the names of all files in your WIP folder regardless how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.
I was tagged by @alyssalenko and @commander-krios thank you so much!!!
I am very disorganized in my wips and sometimes I don't name my wips, especially my art wips but I went through and tried to name them according to what they kind of are so hopefully that helps!
Writing:
Dragon Age:
If Looks Could Kill - Illario x Nia de Riva story
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - Illraio x Nia Rock Band AU
Love and Ashes - Lucanis x Emmra Mercar (Cannon Rookanis Fic)
Swim Lessons - Rookanis snippet
Double Date - Rookanis snippet
The Ring - Illario x Nia snippet
Mass Effect:
These are all my Shenko one-shots that I can never seem to finish or just get into one cohesive document to make a complete story. But here they are :)
Shut Up and Dance - Shenko
Coffee - Shenko
Post War Party - Shenko
The Trouble with Clones - Shenko
FFXIV:
Dancing is a Dangerous Game
Knights Healing
Next Steps
Morning After
Art:
Mermay
Prisoner
Crawl
Lap
Kneel
Floor
Shyame
Tagging (with no obligation to send asks or post yours) @lonyn @corinnesin @himluv @pixiedurango @thebookworm0001 @hawkeykirsah @vorchagirl @erubadhriell and/or anyone that wants to 💕
Ummm so I went to reply to a message in my inbox and I hit save it to my drafts and now it’s just…gone….😩 it was from one of those ask about my ships or something games. Sooo that kinda suck…sorry to the person who sent it to me 😕 I did try to answer it 💕
Also is tumbr randomly unfollowing people again?? I feel like it’s out to get me tonight.