#ryan balter

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OTP: Shyan - SFW 11, 12. NSFW 4, 7, 8, 9.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Shy's not too big on baths because she gets restless. If she's alone she goes for showers. One of her favourite things to do though is just sit sext to the bathtub when Ryan's in and play with the water, listen to music, or read. 

12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

Anywhere that is not a bed is automatically "odd" for Shy. The old virgin.

7. Genital headcanons?

Well, in ME canon they're purple...

8. Favourite erogenous zones?

Neck and under the jaw. 

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

on: having her neck kissed

off: using slurs as part of dirty talk. You call her bitch or slut or any of that sort she will not just end the current scene, she will lose a good amount of respect and trust. 

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Ryan / Shyama - DA!AU : ♦

♦: Slow dancing

He had to drag her to the ballrom. No, literally. She had put both her feet firmly to the ground and all he could do was grasp her arms and pull. Her boots made an awful squeaking noise as she skidded across the floor.

"Ryan, no! Maker's sake, stop, I can't-. Kaffas, I can't dance!"

When they reached the dance floor he pulled harder and she stumbled into his arms. Ass.

She was ready for his smug comments, for his proclaimed victory over her but all he did was whisper in his ear.

"I'm looking fairly common but you are wearing tevinter clothes. If you don't try to do what everyone else does at a ball, it'll look suspicious. They'll think you're planning some Venatori attack or somesuch."

The music changed to a slower tune. 

He pulled back and took hold of her arms once more, positioning them as they should be. They were close enough for her to smell him. She took a deep breath, still refusing to look at his face.

"Put on a show for a few minutes. I swear it'll be alright."

He lead the dance. As far as she could tell he was a poor dancer, but at least he knew the steps and did not step on anyone's toes like she did. Mostly his. It was easier for him to help her along when they were this close, whispering into her "It didn't hurt, it's alright" and "Don't look at your feet, stop thinking about the movements." or even "You're doing fine, love." It helped. He helped. 

It seemed to take forever but she found the rythm eventually, stopped stepping on his feet, stopped looking at her own. She just closed her eyes, put her head on his shoulder and breathed.

And contemplated punching him once they were out of sight of anyone fancy.

Mostly that. 

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And now for something completely different. 

As you probably have noticed I like to share stuff about my OCs. Granted most of it is picture edit practice or memes for fun.

As an rp-er, I occasionally write little ficlets for my OCs and I would like to share one of them, my favourite for now. I didn't quite manage to deliver the style I wanted with this one, but I very much liked the tone of it.

It was also an interesting study into killing off your characters.

Not that this particular character is dead in her 'canon', but thinking about how I would want her to go was interesting.

I also kind of want to share this because I think it's my best fictional work for now. Short and focused.

Ryan Balter belongs to sammvitch

He found Shyama leaning against a crate - smudges of purple blood on her skin and armour, unmistakeably hers, not that of her synthetic enemies.

She smiled weakly when she spotted him walking towards her.

“Hey. You’re late.”

“Sorry, love. You know how it is. Traffic’s a bitch.” He returned her smile with a grin.

He wasn’t sure what was happening when her torso started to shake - it took him a second to realize.

“Ow... don’t make me laugh asshole”, she wheezed.

There was a large gash on her forehead. The blood seeping out had forced her to close one eye.

He carefully tried to lift her for a fire-man’s carry but stopped when she let out a whine deep in her throat.

“Alright, let’s try something different.”

She groaned slightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck but there was less pressure on her chest, making the piggy back ride much more bearable.

“Pain?”

He felt her chuckle more than he heard it. “I’ve been in pain for half an hour. I’ll live. ‘S better than being numb anyway.” She slurred ever so slightly.

Shyama hissed again when he rose from the ground, but bit her lip before she voiced her discomfort in any other manner.

“Captain?”

He could barely hear her.

“Hm?”

No answer.

“Hey. Shyama. Come on, talk to me.”

He felt her sigh into the crook of his neck, obviously fighting for the words to come out.

“I just... don’-” The shot rang clear through the hallway but Ryan only really registered what had happened when Shyama slid livelessly to the ground with a soft thud.

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BECAUSE SAMM HAS SLAIN ME WITH FEELS I SHALL TAKE SWEET SWEET VENGEANCE

This is a snippet from two OC's, Sammvitch's Ryan Balter and my very own Shyama T'Saiph who may or may not be pretty much perfect together.

It's set in ME3. 

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There were more coming. Shyama ducked her head.

“Goddess have mercy, how many are out there?!”

Balter smirked, breathing hard, slamming another clip into his rifle with more force than was probably necessary. “How about we worry about killing them first, hm, love?”

She felt herself nodding before she even realized she was doing it. She was exhausted. Her entire body felt raw with the use of biotics. Concerned, she let her gaze flick over her companion.

He looked worse than she felt. Shyama had a feeling he was in pain. His cybernetics most likely.

She remembered that his leg was a weak point and he must have gotten hit judging from the blood around him.

He was about to get up to fire when she laid a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll get this. You try and patch yourself up.”

She could neither make much of his look nor his voice but both struck her as unusual.

“You’re outta juice. You’ll strain your biotics.”

The asari flashed him a weary grin. “I’m a grown girl. I know my limits.”

Shyama didn’t give him another chance to answer, jumping out of cover and charging the husks making their way to where Balter was in cover.

The first husk was killed on impact, the second got her fist, twisting his neck into an impossible angle. The third went down after getting a taste of her shotgun.

It was brutal. She was knocked down once, blood seeping from her forehead into her eyes, messing up her sight. She still managed.

By the time she reached Balter she was limping and he was…

“Balter? You okay?”

He was determined to look at the floor instead of her. She kneeled down in front of him.

“Ryan?”

That was when he started shaking.

Shyama wrapped her arms around him, out of habit, not really thinking.

Balter didn’t respond in any way but the shaking stopped after a little while.

It was only after a while that Shyama noticed she was shaking as well.

If her body had felt raw before, she was skinned now.

She noticed Balter stiffening and had a question on her tongue, but before she could say anything he had her body slung over himself and made off in another direction. When Shyama looked over her shoulder she saw another wave coming.

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