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🧡 Dot Dot Dot 🧡

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Sketchdump

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mass effect sketch dump

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OCs for the #samecharacter hashtag on twitter

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i miss them so much

i got her outfit from modcloth

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Fan fiction prompt for @taterchoc Part One (the second one will be in the ask!)

This story actually has a part two also, from another ask! 

  6. The externally enforced proximity

Dot x Reyes

This mission couldn’t have gone more wrong if she had actively TRIED to sabotage it.

“You claustrophobic? I’m not claustrophobic. But I’ve always been interested by the phenomenon of claustrophobia, you know? Like space is just space, however big or small, human beings don’t actually really REQUIRE that much space, it’s just a preference, but like, what an interesting preference right? I mean, you have to wonder if its somehow ingrained in us sociobiologically, like the fear of spiders or snakes, but I would have to guess that it has something to do with our uh… Sleeping… Arrangements.”

She had fully expected to have been interrupted by now. The fact that Dot had not been interrupted by her close quarters companion seemed odd, and brought her back down to the fact of the matter. They had been exploring a cave in Kadara, for a lead on some Rem Tech he had found for them, and offered as a thanks for all the favors. Cave collapsed, two of them stuck inside the only safe nook and what a small nook it was. For a time, she had been trying to convince herself that the Most Beautiful Man in All the Known Universe was just that, objectively, and not the object of an intense (potentially first time for everything) real, honest to God Crush, but standing chest to chest, fully flush up against one another in a dark and solitary cave, slowly running out of air, well, that illuminates things for a person, and well uh.

Yeah. Crush.

He smiled, amused, but also not particularly bothered, clearly thinking of other plans. He put his hands on her waist, peering over her shoulder (probably for a way out, she kept telling herself, willing her face to calm the fuck down with that rising heat). Satisfied that there was nothing there, he looked up, and down, and behind just to be sure.

“If it calms you down, you should keep talking, Pathfinder. I don’t doubt your team is fast at work releasing us, and it seems all other options are… Well. Null and void. So we might as well pass the time.”

“Until we die of asphyxiation,” what a fucking thing to say, Dot.

He laughed, and his nose did a little crinkly thing that he tried to quickly hide by turning his head. As if he hadn’t meant to think it was that funny. A little burst of electricity shot through her, head to toe at the thought. Cool, he thinks I’m funny.

Or he’s embarrassed, and trying to not let you be afraid, SAM unhelpfully provided. He shut up after that thought.

“I don’t think it will come to that, no,” he said, looking back at her a moment. He wasn’t very tall, but Dot was a short person, and she had to look up at him. He really was quite beautiful, pretty soft lips, and it looked like he’d done a bit of eye makeup today to emphasize their shape, their bright brown color, and she must have been in the first stages of asphyxiation because her mouth was dry. It felt like her heart had started thumping right inside of it.

He coughed though, and a light appeared above them. Small, but full of profound relief when accompanied by Liam shouting down, “Damn, Ryder, you really got stuck. We’ll have you out in a jiff.”

“O-okay, take your time, Liam!” she said, trying to find her voice, and only realizing when Reyes winked at her what she had said.

She realized too that he was blushing, now that she could see from the light.

Huh.

Probably just flushed from the potential asphyxiation. Yeah. That. That was probably it.

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Part two for @shimmerbee and for this fic too!

Dot x Reyes for 10. The gazing-induced loss of train of thought

“You claustrophobic? I’m not claustrophobic. But I’ve always been interested by the phenomenon of claustrophobia, you know? Like space is just space, however…” she was talking, and oddly enough it was calming. He was not claustrophobic, but the fact of the matter was they were trapped in a cove in a cave smashed together and with very little air. He had no doubt that the Pathfinder’s team would find a way to rescue them, but that did not stop him from being mildly worried—it still was, all around, a terrible situation. He had found a lead on some interesting RemTech, and perhaps, maybe, he wanted the excuse to see her. But this had certainly not been what he’d had in mind. No, no, even with the added benefit of being flush against one another, imminent suffocation or crushed to death by rocks were not things he had had in mind in wanting to see Dot today.

She was a very small person—he wasn’t tall, but she had to have been barely five foot. She was shaking, mostly from adrenaline, he noted, as she didn’t seem afraid. In fact, she seemed hyped up, which he had to keep himself from laughing at. Only the Pathfinder would be excited to be stuck in a pile of rocks. And she did not seem afraid of staring. She looked at him directly, watching with big brown green eyes, her thoughts just as fast as her mouth, which seemed it could go on a constant tirade if given the chance. He wasn’t about to stop her. It honestly was helping.

But Reyes was not good with silence, and when her voice trailed off, they were left to just stare. She swallowed. It wrinkled her nose in such a way that put him to mind of a small mouse, and he wanted to laugh again, but didn’t. All he could feel was how close they were, the heat share between them against the biting cold of the stone around them, how comforting it would be to lean into the closeness and just be held…

Instead he took the opportunity to look behind her, having to awkwardly grasp at her waist to be able to lean over to get a good look at the stone behind her. Nothing. Now the question was would she be offended if he took his hands off her or kept them? He was thinking too long about it, and just kept up the charade of looking for any opening—there was none, he knew that already, but he’d already started this, and he was starting to feel a bit light headed.

Air, it was about air. And he was starting to feel its lack. Or perhaps he was getting nervous. He looked back to her, shyly, “If it calms you down, you should keep talking, Pathfinder. I don’t doubt your team is fast at work releasing us, and it seems all other options are… Well. Null and void. So we might as well pass the time.”

“Until we die of asphyxiation,” what a fucking thing to say, Dot.

He couldn’t help it. He laughed out loud. One he hadn’t in quite some time—he could feel the heat rise in his face as his nose crinkled and he quickly hid. His brothers had said something to the effect that he always looked like he was about to sneeze or that he’d sucked on something sour whenever he laughed, and so he avoided letting himself get so comfortable. But that was how Dot was. She made you comfortable. So of course he hid, and tried to bring them back down when he could, ““I don’t think it will come to that, no.”

But he got caught in that stare again. She smiled, and he couldn’t help but think he hadn’t seen that particular one before. Usually she smiled completely, with every inch of her face, bright and shining, completely loose with her self and her expressions. This… Was small. Mostly in her eyes.

Some dust hit him in the face, and he realized he was staring. So he coughed, and looked up, and lo and behold, there was a hole, and there was her team.

“Damn, Ryder, you really got stuck. We’ll have you out in a jiff.”

“O-okay, take your time, Liam!” she squeaked, and the full reality of their situation hit Reyes swiftly. His hands were still on her. He pulled them back as best he could, trying to lean away, and to top it all off, he winked, to put her back at ease when she glanced at him.

It did nothing for him though. His heart was racing, and his face felt hot. He’d get an earful from Keema about this whole endeavor, but the first thing she’d tell him for sure was “This is what you get for chasing around a crush.”

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I don’t have anything really big to celebrate Mass Effect: Andromeda’s 1st anniversary, but it’s my birthday, and I’ve been wanting to finish something Dot related for awhile, so I thought it was a good time to share!

My wonderful, lovely friends ( @kalecgos @shimmerbee and @tinibellbeanie ) coordinated with Ken last year to surprise me with Mass Effect Andromeda for my birthday--it was honestly the nicest, most wonderful surprise I’ve ever gotten! I had been planning Dot for a year or so in advance, and ever since getting to play and experience her story, I’ve just loved this goofball Ryder. Reading the books, comics, all the extra stuff has just helped me fall more and more in love with my Ryder and Andromeda-- even if I don’t always share it, I’m always still doodling her somewhere, building more of her up in my mind, and its all thanks to the folks at Bioware, and my amazing friends, and the lovely community of folks who love this game too that I get to do that! <3 So thank all of you for such a fun year in a far off galaxy <3

As for the picture, after reading the newest Andromeda book, I loved getting a little bit of insight into Alec Ryder--I know he’s not Dad of the year, and he’s not the best person around, but I think Dot isn’t that top tier either, and gets A LOT from her dad. xD The book describes him rolling his shoulders as a nervous habit, and I immediately wanted to draw Dot sharing that same quality. I always draw her fidgeting and tapping on things and curled up in herself, and I think she got all of that physicality from him. I always figured she and her dad were close, even if he wasn’t always physically (or even emotionally) around because they shared a common kind of display of affection--creating stuff together, building things, talking science or Star Trek. If she was a retrospective kind of person, maybe she would realize some of his choices weren’t the best, but I think Alec was her hero, and Andromeda as a story is trying to come to terms with the fact that nobody can just be that.