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have you finished the cat game yet and are you enjoying it?
I haven't, surprisingly! I'm taking my time by just... roaming around meowing at everything and everyone and knocking every plant vase and paint bucket off lmao
I know we all have been screaming "GOTY" kind of ironically but it truly is GOTY for me. I love how indie games manage to suckerpunch so many feelings into you. THIS PROTAGONIST DOESN'T EVEN SPEAK. HE JUST MEOWS.
I associate you with dishonored, history, and general hatred of english royalty
Sink England into the sea
One of my favorite horses I used to ride was named Trouble
He threw me a couple times. Miss him...
HAHAH AWHH man horses are a different type of bond, my cousin used to ride competitively and I rode a couple times on a horse named Sam. He was mean and that’s all I can say about him HAHA
Important question: Did she get her mission armor already pink or did she have to dye it herself
pre-skyhold she had the leather armor made by harrit so she dyed it herself! then when dagna came along and immy overheard her going “pinkquisition!!!” a light bulb in her brain turned on
dagna was MORE THAN HAPPY to make her pink armor jidfvid
Shay - ArtFight
Thank you @spinningmouse!! I was so happy to take my revenge and then some!
About that ask about a half elven half dwarven person-I actually asked one of the devs about that one twitter! He said he saw no reason they couldn't be a mage (but he wouldn't confirm it for certain just in case they needed to change it in the future)
idk if you actually want suggestions but you could start with 30 from that drabble list with characters of your choice. that's what i'll start with when i get around to it, lol
THANK YOUUUUUUUUU FOR THE PROMPT
I tried for flash-fiction, which, for me, is only an hour to write and edit. I ended up spending about an hour and ten on it. I… did not like that. Twas stressful. But here: have some stupid, predictable, half-finished fluff stuff.
Shenko - “Is That Blood” - rated S for Smooches
Still not used to the plush suppleness of the beds at Anderson’s borrowed apartment, Shepard’s body allowed her to languish in repose for about two hours before it was k-norking her back to consciousness, every inch of her lavished by softness while her mind reeled at awaking in unfamiliar territory.
She’d been out for one-twenty minutes almost to the second. When her lids peeled back, she was pulled to wakefulness by a clink-clanking of steel squealing on metal, the clamor distant and harsh.
Hurrying towards sounds she couldn’t place, she spotted Alenko in the kitchen. When he turned to her, Shepard stopped dead.
“Is that blood?”
There was a dab at the corner of his mouth. Thick, brown, and sickly, it was, to a soldier’s specialized eye, most certainly something that seemed to be coagulating.
Kaidan frowned. Looking her over from very-likely bedhead to totally-borrowed bunny slippers, her XO canted his head just as viciously as his hip.
“Commander,” Kaidan admonished wryly. “I’m wearing my ‘Grillfather’ apron. I’ve got every inch of this place covered in baking flour, something’s clearly in the oven, and there isn’t one sign of struggle. But you think there’s blood. Somewhere.” Brow falling, he looked down at his torso, hands running over his chest. “Wait—where?”
“No, on—It’s on your…”
Shepard touched at her own mouth. Upon mirroring the gesture, Kaidan’s finger came up smeared and sullied, causing him to chuckle.
“Oh, yeah. Gonna be a goner any minute.” He motioned for her. “C’mere.”
Arms tight across her chest, Shepard dragged herself closer, embarrassed only by the insufferable toploftiness pulling Kaidan’s face into a lopsided smirk. Although he deserved every victory earned, this heavily-haranguing simper was a bit much of a brag.
“You know what, Major? The racket down here was enough to wake the dead. And after the last few days—after that clone, and, hell, the party—I am not going to apologize for assuming the worst.”
“Got it all wrong, Shep,” Kaidan assured, voice pitching smugly. “Don’t want you eating crow. I just want you to taste this.”
Shoulders hunched, Shepard leaned towards his presented finger. Lapping it once, she then grabbed Kaidan’s wrist and stuck the digit in proper, swirling her tongue to investigate every possible flavor.
Sweet; saltiness; the suggestion of richness making her wish there was more. Most tasty, unsurprisingly, was how Kaidan began to twitch as she sucked his finger. His lips went slack; his breath stilled. A little wheeze stuck in his throat, but subtlety had Shepard stopping before things became too salacious.
“So?” Kaidan asked, voice barely audible as she dislodged. “What’s the verdict?”
Shepard shrugged. His heavy lids, at half-mast over velvety brown eyes—not to mention her own teasing—had her body going a-tingle. “Regular blood? No, it’s probably not. Now—the blood of my enemies? That is pretty close to what it tastes like.”
Kaidan chuckled. “Can’t be wrong for one damn minute, can you?”
Swallowing, Shepard couldn’t look away from his lips. “It was a fairly small sample size. Might be I should try again.”
Closing the distance between them, Kaidan held her waist as she clung to his shirt. His lips brushed up and down, pulling, tugging, and parting enough to exchange a sigh. He nudged Shepard back against the cupboard, mouthing along her cheek to her neck, his soft, submitting lips beginning to drag across tingling skin until Shepard gasped, head thrown back; body tensing.
“Major,” she moaned. Her head lolled to the side as he teased a delicate spot below her earlobe. “Alenko, I… Kaidan.”
“Mmm.” Pulling back, Kaidan’s eyes were soft and his lips plumped. He blinked hard once, and then blinked hard twice. “Yes? Uh, Shepard? Hes?”
“Thought you wanted to slow things down this time,” she said, willing her shivering body to cool it, despite how she still clung to his clothing.
“I—I do, yeah.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Kaidan stepped away, head shaking. One step wasn’t enough, it seemed, and he moved around the kitchen island before speaking again. He cleared his throat. “A-hm. You’re still alright with that? Going slow?”
“Would I have said something if I wasn’t?”
Breathing as heavily as they looked at each other, the both of them broke into quiet giggles and glowing, eyes averted until Shepard finally forced them to smarten-up and speak like sensible, not so lust-addled, adults.
“So. Not blood then?”
“No!” Grinning, Kaidan sighed. “Alright. That’s got half an hour in the oven. How about I get cleaned up, and we hit the Strip? Cool down a little, I guess.”
“Good idea,” Shepard said, nodding as she watched him make for the shower. Before he closed the door, however, she called out, “it was chocolate, right?”
“Jesus Christ, Hes! Yes!”
I was going through old files and cleaning out my computer and found this old healing arrow doodle you did in response to an ask from me forever ago-I mentioned this cute moment I had as a mercy in game with the enemy hanzo and you drew it out. I had forgotten about it but it was adorable and back then I used it as my discord icon for a while, lol. I'm just saying this because seeing it again made me smile. I'm not into ow as much but it's still a good ship and i still love your art, ow or not
Hello!
I loved that little moment. It was adorable, and I’m glad that my art was able to bring a smile to your face, even though it had been some time since I drew it.
I miss playing OW, but life has really put a damper in my time to play games in general.
In the meantime, I will continue to do my best to grow the collection of Healing Arrow art that I have amassed over the years. xD
