Liz - 30ish - She/They 🏳️🌈
Chaotic Dumbass
Header from the wonderful @frankiesoup
DNI - Minors - Forgot you existed
Know me IRL? That's a you problem babe
Since I want to actually give this a go, figured I could curate my nonsense into one place.
Liz (she/they) - Queer/Bisexual - Mental Health Advocate
Self-portrait under the cut (1st pic)
Fanfiction and (aspiring) novel writer, occasional artist, committed yapper
Main Fandoms: Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and BG3
Writing Thoughts tag
Art tag
You can find me on ao3 @ capnmarvl
College Professor & Social Psychologist - Research focus in secondary traumatization and compassion fatigue
Teaching tag
Herder of 4 dumb cats (Aurora, Liliana, Silas, and Deacon) with my wife
Additional hobbies: Archery, weight lifting, playing dnd, asking farm animals to stop biting me, cosplaying, general crafting
Fic list, OC list, and some art under the cut
Mass Effect Fanfictions
Shakarian
AU - Fostered Rivalry - 3-part alternate first meeting w/ Extras
1. Priority: Old Friends and New - 26k; Mature
2. Priority: Making and Breaking Amends - 44k; Mature
3. Priority: Loved, Needed, Wanted - 38k; Mature
4. How to Raise Your Human (Currently Updating!) - 5k+; Mature
5. Priority: You've Got to be Kitten Me - Standalone - 2k; Teen
You can follow my shenanigans about this series here
2. Buy in for Skyllian Five - 10k; Explicit
3. Bare Minimum Functioning Adult - 5k; Teen
4. Asphyxiation Supernova - 2k; Teen
Vetryder
New Galaxy, Same Ryder - 1.5k; General
Novel(s)
The Lives and Deaths of Maple Feychild - Tag
Main Ocs (Mostly dnd characters)
Isbel Goldfluff(she/her) - Lupine Archdruid Circle of the Beast
Valiant (she/her) - Tiefling Warlock Pact of the Archfey
Goodberry "Berry" Goldfluff (he/him) - Isbel's son; Lupine Paladin Oath of the Ancients
Maple Feychild (he/him) - Main Character of my novel; Fey Elf Bard College of Glamour
Thomas Reynolds (he/him) - Maple's LI in LaDoMF
Varian (he/him) - Mass Effect OC; Turian - Part of Fostered Rivalry
WIP Wednesday! Sorry I missed the last couple weeks tho.
This week: part of a scene from the games with a couple modifications where Vetra introduces Ryder and Cora to the Tempest, as well a deviation where Vetra has a proper conversation with Ryder that I felt was missing in the game.
"Part of the job. All things considered, it was an easy ask. And right now you need people tearing down obstacles, not putting up more." She explained while walking back up to the ship, gesturing to get the pair of them to follow her.
"Damn straight, thank god." Ryder muttered in relief.
"Glad to have someone aboard who takes action instead of just talking about it." Cora said in turn.
Neither could see the huge smile on Vetra's face, now very glad she had seemingly won them both over.
Upon entering the ship, Cora went off on her own. Vetra realized that Liam Kosta had snuck aboard without her noticing, witnessing the man pushing a couch into the other storage room, she was a little upset he had done so without talking to her as she had wanted to know everyone on the crew. There'd be time enough for that later though.
Vetra escorted Ryder around the ship, showing him around as the crew got the ship ready. She explained the purpose of each room and what he was able to do with it if necessary. During the tour, Ryder seemed focused on the details of each room, pensively listening to her talk with a seriousness she didn't expect.
At the end of the tour, Vetra took Ryder to the top of the ship where the quantum entanglement communicator was.
"It's all yours. She's light, stealthy, and the fastest ship in her class." She concluded as Ryder positioned himself against the railing, face illuminated by the artificial skylight of the Nexus.
"All ours, you mean." He responded. "I just got here, you all have as much ownership of this ship as me."
She was quite glad to hear such a comment. She was a little concerned that the ship would be run military given his background. Now she was relieved to know what type of operation he intended to run.
"Well we still need a leader, and you're it." She pointed out, subvocals intending a lighthearted tone.
"Yeah. Right. Still not used to that." He said with a sad chuckle.
Vetra came a little closer to him alongside the railing.
"Hey. Heard you've had a rough day. I may not be Lexi but if you ever need an ear, I got your back. I like to know the crew as well as I can."
Ryder looked despondent before giving a soft smile. "You know, you're the second turian today who's offered that sort of thing."
She laughed. "Let me guess, Kandros beat me to it?"
"Yep. He and Kesh both were pretty friendly."
"Well if Kesh likes you, you and I are gonna get along great."
Ryder turned to her and grinned. "You already thwarted Addison, so consider me firmly in your camp."
She laughed again. "Anytime, Ryder."
"You mentioned you had family, too?"
"Yeah. I have a sister. You do too, right?"
His expression returned to sadness as he stared glumly at the floor in front of him. "I did. I hope she makes it. Her pod got damaged when we showed up here."
*That must be what he was on the Hyperion for* "I'm sure she'll pull through." She tried to reassure.
"Your sister doing alright? Can't have been easy with everything going on from what I hear."
Vetra twiddled her thumbs. "She puts on a brave face, I'll say that. I worry about her though."
"Well if she's anything like you, she'll be alright."
That comment made her mandibles flare slightly.
"So where we headed?" She changed the subject, glad that he seemed to like her, but now wasn't the time for banter.
"Eos. I got SAM in my head, hopefully we'll be able to succeed there this time."
5 for the kiss prompts please - dealer's choice of characters - but only if you want to and absolutely in your own time!
I had too o7 Featuring Soup’s disaster golden retriever Caesus
5 - hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
I’m going to get fucking fired. It was not a thought he had had before. Varian Azer was many things, but a piss poor detective had never been one of them. Surly, sure. Mouthy, without a doubt. Overconfident, he’d earned it. Bad at his fucking job? Never.
And yet he stalked away from a meeting with his boss with a stack of reprimands and the Citadel’s shittiest PIP in existence. His parting gift had been eyes that nearly looked sympathetic and a “whatever has gotten into you, Azer, figure it out.”
Talons closed around his wrist and yanked him sideways through a door he had never noticed before. He barely had time to register the sudden darkness or the sharp banging of his fringe against steel shelves before a tongue was halfway down his throat. The talons moved from his wrist to his waist and clung to him in a way that was going to leave permanent pinpricks in his otherwise pristine dress uniform. Spirits there was something intoxicating about being wanted.
It was a simple move, hook ankle just below spur, press (not so gently) into opposite shoulder, pivot on planted foot, slam would-be-assailant into the same shelves he had just banged his fringe on. For a little extra flair, he snatched the assaulting talons that had grabbed his wrist and pinned them over their heads. The free talons continued to shove at his shirt and it was only when they finally pushed desperately, gently, too fucking gently, against the exposed small of his back did he break the kiss.
There was an intimacy he played as dominance in the way he pressed his crest to the unfortunately handsome other man’s forehead, “Needy this afternoon are we, Caes?”
Some logical, un-sad part of his brain knew that fucking his workplace situationship in a broom closet of C-Sec headquarters was a bad idea. But then again, what was his life if not a series of increasingly bad ideas?
#wipwednesday! shepard's out cold and garrus is going through it, even though she's not even a foot away from him. what if they both let themselves relax and get too complacent risk losing everything all over again? / text under the cut:
His next breath gathers in his chest, dissipates across his carapace as hers evens out into her pillow. He wants to reach out for her—smooth a hand across her back, settle it on her hip. Before, in the early days of their not-relationship turned something serious, they’d had to work out various configurations to sleep comfortably together: he ran hot and she liked it cool; both were light sleepers and would jolt at the barest brush. Soon that had transformed into her hand on his arm, his settled over the curve of her hip.
He’d marveled at the various positions she could sleep in—often deferring to her stomach as she got more comfortable with sharing a space. For a bit there he’d envied her some because lying with a slight incline was the closest he got to comfortable until he’d shown up one night to find a pile of pillows better suited for his physiology. Shepard had never been embarrassed, but there had been a dusting of pink on her cheeks when she told him the option was there, but maybe she was being a little forward. He couldn’t remember what he said, but he remembered that he’d kissed her.
After a while he’d noticed she’d favored her side facing him, back to the aquarium and armor locker, curled into him with a hand reaching across the mattress. They’d fallen asleep touching one another more often that not. Sometimes they found a way for her to lie in his arms, keel following the notches of her spine. He’d like some of those nights the most.
He’d gotten so used to sleeping beside her that the first time woke up alone he wasn’t sure where he was.
i wanted to do a quick drawing of ro in her middle age (taking the extended human lifespans of mass effect into account)
i imagine that working as an instructor at ICT is her idea of retirement. she's a tough but fair teacher and enjoys designing complex field training exercises that can really challenge her recruits. maybe she even brings in a certain fellow sharpshooter in as a guest instructor from time to time.
in addition to the burns from harbinger's beam, she suffers from nerve damage as a result of her destroyed cybernetics. her right hand has a significant tremor and she has neuropathy. this significantly impacts her ability to hold, aim, and fire weapons until she creates weapon mods that can accommodate her disability - she doesn't really feel like herself until she can nail a target from a thousand yards.
after roughly fifty years, her skin grafts and other scars would probably be more healed than this, but i got a bit carried away lol. i like the idea of her having some kind of zuko thing going on with obvious facial disfigurement. she owns it
bonus under the cut because it came out a little wonky and i don't like it that much but i do want to share her jumpsuit
5 for the kiss prompts please - dealer's choice of characters - but only if you want to and absolutely in your own time!
I had too o7 Featuring Soup’s disaster golden retriever Caesus
5 - hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
I’m going to get fucking fired. It was not a thought he had had before. Varian Azer was many things, but a piss poor detective had never been one of them. Surly, sure. Mouthy, without a doubt. Overconfident, he’d earned it. Bad at his fucking job? Never.
And yet he stalked away from a meeting with his boss with a stack of reprimands and the Citadel’s shittiest PIP in existence. His parting gift had been eyes that nearly looked sympathetic and a “whatever has gotten into you, Azer, figure it out.”
Talons closed around his wrist and yanked him sideways through a door he had never noticed before. He barely had time to register the sudden darkness or the sharp banging of his fringe against steel shelves before a tongue was halfway down his throat. The talons moved from his wrist to his waist and clung to him in a way that was going to leave permanent pinpricks in his otherwise pristine dress uniform. Spirits there was something intoxicating about being wanted.
It was a simple move, hook ankle just below spur, press (not so gently) into opposite shoulder, pivot on planted foot, slam would-be-assailant into the same shelves he had just banged his fringe on. For a little extra flair, he snatched the assaulting talons that had grabbed his wrist and pinned them over their heads. The free talons continued to shove at his shirt and it was only when they finally pushed desperately, gently, too fucking gently, against the exposed small of his back did he break the kiss.
There was an intimacy he played as dominance in the way he pressed his crest to the unfortunately handsome other man’s forehead, “Needy this afternoon are we, Caes?”
Some logical, un-sad part of his brain knew that fucking his workplace situationship in a broom closet of C-Sec headquarters was a bad idea. But then again, what was his life if not a series of increasingly bad ideas?
16 for the kiss prompts with whoever makes the most sense, please 🙏
I laughed to myself the whole time writing this, please enjoy~
“I never knew turians could pout,” Shepard laughed and traced a finger over Garrus’ brow plates that were dangerously close to fusing together.
The distance between them shortened as his eyes briefly shot to her face and then narrowed, “One, you’re lying, you tell me I pout all of the time. Two, I. Am. Not. Pouting.”
“It’s okay, big guy, we all miss shots on occasion, I still think you’re the hottest sharpshooter in Citadel Space” She patted him on the mandible and did her best to mimic his sour expression. Light danced in her eyes and she couldn’t hold the frown for long.
An unamused growl was all that she received in response.
Disentangling herself from his lap, she stood up and stretched, “It’s a-okay! You’ll get ‘em the next time.”
“I didn’t miss the shot!” He surged upward to meet her, glaring down at her brightly smiling face, “My shot was perfect, the trampling elcor that Charged into me from halfway across the battlefield is to blame!”
“And besides,” he jabbed a finger into her chest, “I’m not mad about missing the damn shot! I’m mad you knocked us into a giant industrial pipe!”
“Oh. Right,” Shepard narrowed her eyes and looked up above his head, her mouth pinched as she made a quick assessment. The pipe edge was just outside of either of their reach, even with a biotic jump boost. Her nose twitched as she ran through some quick scenarios. Garrus saw the moment she latched onto a plan as her eyes widened and she looked at him with feral glee.
She planted a quick, sloppy kiss directly between his scrunched up brow plates before she leveraged herself up and onto his shoulders. In an instant she had her fingers hooked onto the edge of the pipe and then she disappeared. Her face, backlit by the sun, reappeared over the edge and she grinned down at Garrus as she tapped on her comm, “Hey, Joker, we need a rope… mmhmm… yeah… Garrus fell into a hole…yep…oh no, I’ve no idea… okay great, thanks, you’re the best!”
