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bthb: Attacked in their sleep with MacCready from Fallout
Tw: Typical Fallout Violence
Sorry this took awhile lol
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MacCready doesn’t usually travel alone these days. There’s no need for it. Not when there’s always someone else on hand willing to go with you. Lending a hand or gun for whatever it is you’re heading out to do. Usually, it’s MacCready lending that extra gun to Sole or whoever in their little group needs it.
Today is different. Sole is off with Preston checking on their settlements, making sure everyone’s got what they need to survive. So they’re nowhere near Sanctuary when one of their Minutemen approaches MacCready with a nervous shift in their steps. He’s sure he wasn’t exactly their first choice but he’s the only one of Sole’s main group still here. Everyone else has already left for the month, going to check in at their usual haunts.
MacCready had just finished packing and was a foot out the door himself, getting ready to check back in at Goodneighbor for any new mail that might have come through. Only to find himself stopped by the figure about a foot smaller than him.
They stand in front of him, their hat tilted just enough to shade their eyes from the sun, and so that they don’t have to look him in the eyes. He waits, they shift nervously from one foot to another, he raises an eyebrow.
They’re quiet a few more seconds before finally they speak in a rush, voice cracking, “Mr. MacCready? Uhm, you’re headed down towards Goodneighbor, right? The Mechanic friend of the General’s finished that fancy radio and it needs to be delivered to the Castle. Uhm, I would’ve asked the General to pick it up but they’re nowhere near here. And I guess I did ask them but they said to just send it with the Caravan but that wouldn’t get there around the same time as them. ” They stop for a second to pull in another breath to continue but MacCready just holds his hand up to stop the barrage of information.
They’re definitely a kid now that he looks at them, possibly a few years shy of eighteen. They tilt their head up, hat moved just enough so that he can see them watching him nervously. “You want me to deliver something to the Castle?” He asks patiently.
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Day 5 Insect My Pick
Didn’t want to draw a bug so I went with my Newman’s true form that I haven’t drawn in absolutely forever.
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Hanging Around (375 words)
Treat For keita52.
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Karin Chakwas/Zaeed Massani
Characters: Karin Chakwas, Zaeed Massani
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Art, Sketches, Fluff and Humor, Treat Fic, Accidental Drug Use, Established Relationship
“You know, I have half a mind to leave you up there.” Karin says as she gives Zaeed an amused look. The poor man had set off one of her easier magic traps to avoid, honestly she wasn’t even sure why that particular one was on, but either way it’s lead to this result. Of mercenary and bounty hunter Zaeed Massani hanging upside down by his feet in her waiting room.
He gives her a sheepish smile, holding up a bundle of some very sad looking flowers. “And here I was just full fulling your request.”
She hums, “I suppose you missed the part where those flowers are supposed to be stored in a special container. Considering they cause minor hallucinogenic affects just by touching them.”
Zaeed frowns a bit, letting the arm holding the flowers drop a bit further from her person. “Oh. That explains a few things. Like why for some fucking reason your upside down.”
“No, that would be because you set off one of my traps.”
His eyes narrow a bit at her. “No, I’m pretty sure I just armed them. How would I get caught in something I just armed?”
Karin sighs in exasperation. Well that at least explains why that trap was even activated. “And why are you arming my traps?”
He blinks owlishly at her, pupils far too dilated. She’ll need to get him down soon to recover and get those flowers into a proper container.
“To protect you. Obviously.” He tilts his head a bit than adds in a hushed whisper, “The Jellyfish are coming.”
“Right,” she laughs, “How about I get you down and let you sleep off this bad trip.”
“You should message my wife. I can sleep it off in her bed.”
“Our bed Zaeed.” She corrects with another laugh.
“Our bed?” He asks, confused and then after a second almost in shock he asks, “Are we married?!”
“Yes, Zaeed.”
“Oh good. That cuts out the message part. Would have taken fucking forever to get an answer.”
Her shoulders shake quietly, fingers pressed into her forehead as she tilts her head down to hide her mirth. “Right lets get you down.” She only winces a little when he hits the ground in a heap.
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Mixture of a portrait redraw and portrait style study, Old art under the cut.
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I really liked Karson’s tattoo so i took it and did some more edits to make it look more like a phoenix
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I’ve been just a little bit addicted to Warframe recently and Dagath is my fav.
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Bad things Happen Bingo: Stolen Identity
How to Accidentally Steal a Battalion by Hondo Ohnaka
Tw: mention of Pong Krell, mention of dehumanization,
This one ended up being more humor then a bad time lmao
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When the orders first came in CC-3956 gave up the name he had chosen only a few short months ago. He knew there was no point in trying to keep it. A fact that was confirmed after meeting the only four survivors of his new General’s first battalion.
Shocker, Trainwreck, Pole, and Nexus all clung to their names like drowning men in a sea of misery. They’d brought back with them stories, scars, and nightmares that haunted their every step. None of them in any way recovered enough to be going anywhere. When CC-3956’s battalion was ordered to ship out he was ordered to them all in with him.
Now they sit across from him, their faces a mirrored ashen sheen as CC-3956 tries to get as much information out of them as possible. He doesn’t want to do this. Doesn’t want to make any of these brothers relive the horrors they’ve already been through. But in order to protect the others he needs as much information as possible.
Pole winces, hands curled into fists where they lie on the table. He repeats the same words he’s said since he got back Kamino. Warning as many of the vode as possible when they were all unsure who’d be thrown into the fire next. “He’ll only use your number. We’re objects, things and weapons and nothing else.”
Shocker sits next to him, shoulder to shoulder as he stares past CC-3956 to some point on the wall, his eyes glazed over as he murmurs, “That’s all we’ll ever be.”
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Same life, two different starts
Shay Hawes (he/him)
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I've been just a little bit addicted to Warframe recently and Dagath is my fav.
#warframe#warframe dagath#warframe fanart#eyestrain#bright colors#digital art#digital painting#my art#digital drawing#artists on tumblr
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It's Colder in Hell (Wishing you were there!) (2649 words)
Treat For Elle_Weird.
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Zaeed Massani/NB Shepard
Characters: Zaeed Massani, Shepard (Mass Effect)
Additional Tags: Mistaken Identity, Stranded, Bad Intel, Alternative Universe- mercenaries, Shepard would just like to say My Bad, Short Shepard Supremacy, Engineer Shepard, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Prothean Technology Shenanigans, a series of unfortunate misunderstandings lead to this, It did not help that Shepard's friends kept making it worse
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Audio crackles to life from a comn unit several decades old.
“It’s just going to be a routine check Garrus. It’s not like the ancient Prothean Technology is just going to magically activate because I stepped in the wrong place.”
“Shepard, I want you to take what you just said to me and repeat it back to yourself slowly. Then I want you to remember how this whole mess started in the first place.”
“… I just jinxed myself, didn’t I…”
“Oh you definitely did. I’ll start making preparations for your funeral.”
A loud sigh can be heard under the static.
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Zaeed Massani above all else was always going to be a Merc. He’d made it his job, carved it out in others blood, tamed it in his own, and kept to it like there was nothing else in the galaxy that could satisfy him. He’s done everything and anything… but it’s times like this where he seriously begins to contemplate just fucking retiring rather than putting up with any of this bullshit.
It’s like these people don’t think he wouldn’t know a bad job until it bit him in the ass.
He glares down at the datapad that’s been handed to him, a faint sneer pulling at his lips in disgust as he reads exactly what his client wants.
A kidnapping job. Or as it’s been so nicely written, a “Retrieval” mission. Not exactly something new or extraordinary in his line of work. He’s done jobs like this a dozen times over. So really it’s not the basic terms of the job that are the problem but the target that has him wondering if this slimy fucker really thinks Zaeed is that stupid.
“You want me to go after Commander Shepard.” He doesn’t make it a question because the contract itself is pretty fucking clear. They want him to go after the most fucking dangerous individual in the entire fucking Galaxy. The person whose got several bounties and about a dozen life sentences on their head. Whose leash had been held tight by Alliance Military and the Council until they’d cut themself free in a bloody display of power.
Commander Shepard is a name that’s whispered in fear by the powerful and in awe by every single lowlife thug in the galaxy. And this fucker here wants to hire him to kidnap the Commander Fucking Shepard like it should be the easiest thing in the Galaxy.
It would be one thing if it was a hit. That he would at least have a fucking chance in hell of maybe accomplishing (and shit maybe he’d survive it too) but fucking kidnapping?
He’d rather eat his own goddamn gun than deal with the absolute nightmare that would entail trying to hold them down long enough to deliver them back into his clients hands.
“You don’t think you can handle it?” The Illusive Man himself huffs softly, bringing a cigarette up to his lips and inhaling it like he didn’t just ask Zaeed to go on a suicide run. He’s had to have already gone through a list of Mercs before he got to Zaeed because Zaeed’s good but he’s nowhere near the best.
The best just so happens to be the target the Illusive Man is pointing him towards.
#mass effect trilogy#zaeed massani#nb!Shepard#commander shepard#my writing#fanfiction#spec reqs 2024
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Hanging Around (375 words)
Treat For keita52.
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Karin Chakwas/Zaeed Massani
Characters: Karin Chakwas, Zaeed Massani
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Art, Sketches, Fluff and Humor, Treat Fic, Accidental Drug Use, Established Relationship
“You know, I have half a mind to leave you up there.” Karin says as she gives Zaeed an amused look. The poor man had set off one of her easier magic traps to avoid, honestly she wasn’t even sure why that particular one was on, but either way it’s lead to this result. Of mercenary and bounty hunter Zaeed Massani hanging upside down by his feet in her waiting room.
He gives her a sheepish smile, holding up a bundle of some very sad looking flowers. “And here I was just full fulling your request.”
She hums, “I suppose you missed the part where those flowers are supposed to be stored in a special container. Considering they cause minor hallucinogenic affects just by touching them.”
Zaeed frowns a bit, letting the arm holding the flowers drop a bit further from her person. “Oh. That explains a few things. Like why for some fucking reason your upside down.”
“No, that would be because you set off one of my traps.”
His eyes narrow a bit at her. “No, I’m pretty sure I just armed them. How would I get caught in something I just armed?”
Karin sighs in exasperation. Well that at least explains why that trap was even activated. “And why are you arming my traps?”
He blinks owlishly at her, pupils far too dilated. She’ll need to get him down soon to recover and get those flowers into a proper container.
“To protect you. Obviously.” He tilts his head a bit than adds in a hushed whisper, “The Jellyfish are coming.”
“Right,” she laughs, “How about I get you down and let you sleep off this bad trip.”
“You should message my wife. I can sleep it off in her bed.”
“Our bed Zaeed.” She corrects with another laugh.
“Our bed?” He asks, confused and then after a second almost in shock he asks, “Are we married?!”
“Yes, Zaeed.”
“Oh good. That cuts out the message part. Would have taken fucking forever to get an answer.”
Her shoulders shake quietly, fingers pressed into her forehead as she tilts her head down to hide her mirth. “Right lets get you down.” She only winces a little when he hits the ground in a heap.
#mass effect trilogy#zaeed massani#karin chakwas#my art#digital art#my writing#fanfiction#spec reqs 2024
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Oleander fixing Questions :D
I started this last year and finally finished it lol
#star wars#star wars the clone wars#oc clone trooper#oc droid#my art#digital art#digital painting#digital drawing#artists on tumblr
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Mourning what we could be (911 words)
Treat For biotickaidan.
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Female Shepard & Female Shepard Clone (Mass Effect)
Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Female Shepard Clone (Mass Effect)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Post-Canon, Destroy Ending (Mass Effect), Grief/Mourning, Shepard lives, Recovery, Forgiveness, Treat Fic
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She sets at the bedside of the woman she was made to be and she mourns. There’s no rhyme or reason for it. Just this broken, gutting, feeling that leaves her far emptier than she expected it to.
She’s not supposed to care. Not about this and not about her.
She’s here to finish off everything once and for all and yet… all she can do is stare at this woman. This woman who took her only chance at life, and all she can do is feel. Feel the terror, feel the fear, feel the guilt, feel the sadness that eats at her heart like that’s all that there’s left to feel.
Would it be her in this bed if she’d succeeded in stealing Shepard’s life?
Would it have mattered?
The galaxy has only ever wanted one Commander Shepard and here she is. A broken body filled with tubes and barely recognizable to anyone who knows her.
Here lies Commander Jane Shepard who has always been destined to loose even when she’s won.
“Doe Shepard?” A voice asks from the doorway of the hospital room and she turns to see a doctor whose looking at her with some kind of vague hope.
“Yes,” she says with a practiced smile, standing to shake their hand.
“I’m glad we were able to get in contact with you. Your sister requires extensive work done in order to make a recovery and considering the damage…” They pause a moment, glancing back at Shepard before turning their full attention back to her. “Well there’s some preparations that need to be discussed in case she can’t recover.”
This is her chance. To sign off and finally let Shepard die.
It should be easy.
She swallows thickly and asks, “What does she need to make a full recovery?”
She knows she’s a coward. Has known it since she decided against putting a bullet through Shepard’s skull like Brook wanted her too while they still had the chance.
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Treat For BardofHeartDive. :D
Beach day!
#mass effect trilogy#jacob taylor#m!shepard#original kid character#my art#digital art#digital drawing#spec reqs 2024
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