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Sam Coe
What was planned as a quick sketch like other portraits I've done turned into a full blown thing thanks to my need to make the Akilan Cowboy look perfect.
Y'all I went and found 'how to draw beards better' tutorials for this man...the things I do for these ones and zeros.
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Sunday Snippets
It’s been so long since I shared something new, and I needed to write this today. It’s just where my head needed to be.
It’s very rough, unedited, no grammar check or beta read, straight off the cuff. I just needed to get something off my chest.
No pressure tags for The Coemancer Crew. Thank you for tagging me in all your wips.
Last week I retired my Starfield OC, Calitrix. She found her forever home. This is from the end of her story. 🥲 I hope you enjoy!
What We Leave Behind
A Starborn Coemancer by a cosmic elf.
“Not far now,” said the Emissary.
Trix looked at him. Now they were here, back down on this planet. In front of the base that held the buried temple, as she had done many times before, she began to realise. There was something different about this Emissary. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to push her curiosity to the back of her mind.
The Starborn ambush wasn’t really an ambush if you expected it. These days Trix always opted to go high. Before long, they reached the doors of the base, with Andreja in her Constellation suit, bringing up the rear.
“This is it,” the Emissary told her, “hold nothing back.”
“When have you ever known me to hold anything back?” Trix replied, without thinking.
“You have a point,” he conceded, for the first time a flicker of emotion in his voice that sent a pain of longing through Trix’s heart.
Once inside, Trix ignored the bodies, and locked doors, moving directly for the first anomaly, she ran head first into her past. She jogged past Lin and Hellar endlessly debating without stopping this time. I’ll see you again, my friends, I promise. She never reached the artifact, she stepped back through the anomaly and into the base at the buried temple once more.
“The Temple is testing you, always.” The Emissary said.
“I know,” said Trix.
The Emissary paused, “Sorry, I forgot,” his voice cracked, “Noble Starborn.”
Trix was now sure. She had heard that voice before, she recognised it even under all the modulation. This Emissary was none other than Sam Coe.
If only it was her Sam.
The next fight was long and tough, but soon, another Starborn was dust and echos.
Trix spent some time with a locked case, but found it to contain only junk. She wasn’t sure why she was bothering with it at this stage, so close to the Unity, but the thought crossed her mind that she could leave everything of value she had collected this run in the ship’s hold for her crew after she had gone. It was something at least. If poor compensation for being dumped by their captain. Again, at least from her perspective.
Trix had done it more times now than she cared to think about. Always jumping in the hope that this time… what exactly? That she would find her forever home? She feared that perhaps she had already left it behind and there was no going back.
She missed Sam so much. Missed his smile. His carefree disposition. How easy it was to be around him, to always have someone to talk to, to be hold and be held. She missed his attention, his teasing, his need for her. Why that had gone away, or when, she couldn’t fathom. She thought hard and tried to remember where it had all changed.
The first time she had reached the Unity, their time together had not been perfect. She wished that she had done things better, that they could have their time over again and that it would be different, that she would be the Trix he deserved.
The whole time, they had promised each other that they would go through the Unity together. To face whatever it was and whatever was to come, united as a family, Sam, Cora and her.
But then she fired up the drive and met herself. There was a Starborn Trix in the Unity. Trix couldn’t understand why. Were they her future? They didn’t sound like her. Maybe they were the Creators, and it was just the way her mind interpreted the information. Or maybe, Trix in another universe always did sound like that, and therefore it was her fate to jump, because she always has done. But what about Sam?
He was there. Standing in the Unity. He looked at her but didn’t acknowledge her. It was heartbreaking, almost frightening. Trix hated every moment of it, especially the confirmation that they would not be jumping together. That he, Cora and everyone else on the ship would be left behind. That he would one day, jump himself, without her, to who knows where.
Trix couldn’t take it. She could face life without him. So when her Starborn self gave her a choice to go back to him, she took it. After everything they had done and been through together, she would not sacrifice what they had for the Unity. To hell with eternity.
She turned and walked away. She walked back to him.
And, shockingly, he didn’t seem to care. He brushed off her return like it was nothing. Spoke something about how they would all reach the Unity eventually, but for now, this would have to do. He seemed non-plused and unaffected by her choice, or the sacrifice she had just made - the refusal of knowledge, all for them. She’d never felt so disappointed. Here was the proof. He would always put reaching the Unity ahead of their lives together.
That was the moment when she realised she could jump, jump and find him again. But a new Sam, a different Sam and do it right this time. Perhaps this Sam belonged to her, one that cared.
And he did, the second time around, oh how he cared. Probably too much. But now Trix was Starborn, and Sam would never understand, not unless he jumped and left her. One day, she was sure that he would. Curiosity would get the better of him, and one day, whether she jumped or he did, she would lose this Sam too.
She couldn’t bear it. The thought was too much. So she jumped on what would have been their wedding night.
And now, Starborn, several times over, she was about to jump again. Only for the first time in a long time, the Emissary had sounded like Sam. All the old feelings were bubbling to the surface. She just had to hold it all together, just this one last time.
Trix was busy emptying all the crap out of her pockets when this Emissary, the one with Sam’s voice, half-ran over to her position and startled her.
Her hands fumbled in her pockets and she dropped a key.
The Lodge Key.
It was a key like all others, but instantly recognisable to those who knew.
Trix paused, the Emissary stared for a moment down at the key. A sharp audible breath left their helmet.
Trix couldn’t stand it any more. Having become accustomed to always wearing her own Starborn suit, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she removed her helmet and looked at him. Looking for something, anything that would tell her that this is the man she knew.
The Emissary groaned, “You have no idea how long I have waited to see that look in your eyes, Trix. Jumping from one universe to the next hoping that this time… I don’t know if it’s you, I mean, my you. But…” He took his helmet off and dropped it. His face was thin, his hair and beard short and streaked with grey. His blue eyes, ringed dark with age and time, were full of tears. He held out his arms to her, “close enough!”
Trix flew into his embrace and they kissed so fiercely, ike it was the last thing they would do in this life.
There it was, the thing that had been missing for so long. The feeling she had searched for, and it wasn’t through the Unity. It was right here in front of her. They had seen and heard each other. It had caused that pull, the undeniable attraction, from which neither could escape. That divine rush of endorphins as they gave into it, the need to touch, feel, hold and taste him, and to feel that same need in return. That was what she had been looking for all along.
Her heart sang with pure joy.
Andreja caught up with the pair, and stood awkwardly off to one side, “Umm, okaaay. So… we’re kissing the Emissary now. And oh, hey Sam, good to see you, I guess… I’ll er… be just over here if you need me.”
#Sunday snippet#starfield#starfield fanfiction#sam coe#coemancer#a cosmic writes#the coemancer crew#💜✨
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Inside the Lodge
#starfield#The Lodge#bethesda#Starfield The Lodge#Needed caps for fic reference#Constellation's The Lodge#Gameshots#Bethesda Starfield#fic reference#The Coemancer Crew
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Sam Coe Valentine's day gift
(since tumblr's community guidelines are vague as fuck, my other piece that goes with this is considered adult content and hidden from view, even though it fits the guidelines, so this piece i hope isnt and is allowed as NOTHING IS ON SHOW)
anyway.....
"Roses are red, violets are blue, i may be so coy, but not when it comes to you...darlin."
Sometimes Sam just wants to give his S.O. something to remind them of him, when they are off surveying without him.
The other half of this art two parter can be found from 15th feb, on my twitter, under same name as well as blusky, inkblot, and pillowfort.
This piece is part of the Valentine's day art trade i took part in on the Coemancer discord.
This was for @eridanidreams and heavily inspired by their amazing fic. Except instead of a drug hazed young Sam, this is the cowboy giving Cait a better image to stay in her head.
Go check out the other posts in the art trade too! and maybe if you love Sam as much as i do, join up!
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WIP Wednesday - Valentines Style
i'm not a fan of valentines. i'm not a fan of holidays, in general. but, i thought something fluffy and waffy might be nice for WIP wednesday. the coemancer crew did an art dump for valentines (sorry for not being involved, but i have almost no free time. this has been a hell month for me at work), but i'll tag them anyway @silurisanguine, @fangbangerghoul, @eridanidreams, @staticpallour, @bearlytolerant, @a-cosmic-elf, @aro-pancake, @atonalginger, @samcoesclub, and anyone else i'm forgetting.
i'm planning on publishing the next chapter on friday. it's written, but needs editing.
so, a fluffy little piece. i'm not sure if this will be part of the next chapter, or as a stand-alone vignette.
if you want to read from the beginning on ao3.
Valentines fluffy sneak peek
Hwa felt like she was on a cloud, and was grinning from ear to ear like a maniac. As she and Sam walked back to the Razorleaf, she kept looking up at him and found him looking down at her, with the same grin. “I have never really walked much around Akila. Can you play tour guide for me?” she asked.
Sam smiled, “We’ve got time. Sure.” He grabbed her hand and started leading her around, pointing out his favorite places, where he got in trouble for spray painting a wall, where he had his first kiss. She honestly was only paying half attention to him. What was really occupying her mind was him holding her hand. While they’d held each other’s hands many times before, it was always when they were alone together. She had never in her entire life held someone’s hand in public. Public displays of affection were utterly alien to her, and even something as innocent as holding hands was making her feel a bit dizzy. She felt like she was vibrating and wondered if Sam could feel it through her hand.
Hwa realized he must have, as he paused when they rounded a corner in Midtown. He peered down at her, “Are you OK?” he asked. They had stopped right next to a stairwell that was shaded from the sun. Sam pulled her into the shadows away from the pedestrian traffic.
She tried to speak, but ended up emitting a high pitched squeak instead.
“What was that?” he asked, wide eyed and laughing. “I didn’t think I caught that!”
Hwa laughed, covering her mouth and turning bright red. She tried again, “Umm…this will sound weird, but…I have never held hands with anyone in public before,” she said in an unusually high, whispery voice.
“Seriously?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes. I mean, I’ve never really been in a romantic relationship before,” she stuttered out. “Not a lot of romance going on in organized crime, frankly. At least, not for me.” She tried to affect an airy, casual voice. It came out sounding slightly hysterical instead.
“Heh, I feel like I”ve been lied to by movies and vids,” he mused. “You’ve really never been romantically involved with…anyone?”
“I told you, all relationships were transactional. I mean, sex is just sex. It has nothing to do with emotions.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s necessarily true, but I can see what you mean,” he interrupted. “So, when we’ve had sex…”
Hwa shook her head, “That was different already!” she said a bit frantically. “I was already in love with you, but I didn’t know how you felt. I mean, the attraction was there, but…”
Sam nodded, “sex is sex.”
“Yes.”
“Ok, so what is it about holding hands that has you…well, you’re kinda physically buzzing. I can feel it in your hands.”
“This feels,” and she held up his hand in hers, “this feels really, really intimate.”
“But, sex doesn’t?”
“Sex is a physical need. Biological imperative, and all. It has nothing to do with intimacy.”
Sam shook his head baffled, “I don’t know if I agree with that, but I can see what you’re saying. How is holding hands more intimate than sex?”
Hwa sighed, seeing she wasn’t making much sense to him. Frankly, it didn’t make a lot of sense to her, either. But, he asked, and she could only respond honestly. “Because holding hands isn’t necessary. It’s a choice. And, it’s a…a public choice. It’s like saying, ‘this is mine’. I’ve never had anyone…I’ve never had anyone,” here she looked at the ground, “I’ve never had anyone who wanted me.”
“Ahh,” Sam said after a moment, “sex is sex.” Hwa nodded, seeing he understood what she was saying. “Oh, Hwa, I love you. I’m madly in love with you. Do you want me to shout it to the stars? Because I will.”
She looked back up into his eyes, “No, that’s not necessary.”
He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly, which made her shake a bit. Sam looked at her critically again, “Let me guess, first kiss in public?” She nodded and blushed again. “Oh wow. Then, like…” here Sam grinned lasciviously at her, “I’m your…first?”.
“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Hwa blushed an even darker red.
“No, no! It’s cute! And, you’re even more beautiful when you blush,” he said, and with his body pushed her against the wall, deeper into the shadows.
Hwa started shaking her hands again, which Sam grabbed with one hand. With his other, he leaned up against the wall, pressing her body against it, and kissed her more passionately. He broke the kiss, and stared into her eyes, “I want you,” he said throatily.
She involuntarily squeaked again, which made Sam laugh, breaking the mood. “OK, might be a little too much?” he asked, backing off a bit. She nodded, noticeably trembling and shaking her hands. He kissed the top of her head. “What do you think of public displays of affection?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said in another squeaky voice, her eyes wide and confused.
Sam laughed and took her hand and kissed it. “You are the damndest woman,” he said, shaking his head. “Just when I think I have you figured out, you go and blow all of my ideas out of the water.” He led her back out onto the walkway, smirking, “But, I like the idea that I’m your first.”
#starfield#sam coe#fanfic#space husband#fanfiction#space cowboy#coemancer#to the shore#hwa kim#spacefarer#coemancers#the coemancer crew#valentines#wip wednesday
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WIP Wednesday
Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon, @violenceandviolets, @therealgchu, @staticpallour and @artemis-crimson
from stars through my fingers like grains of sand
Sam paused in the doorway, his lips stretching in a slow smile. “Well, now, darlin’,” he drawled. “What have you been up to?” The lights were dimmed to almost nothing. Instead, candles burned on almost every flat surface—the bar, the end tables, the dresser—filling the room with a soft radiance that limned everything—Cait included—in a warm glow.
“Dinner got pre-empted,” she said softly, “and I’m not in the mood to argue possession of the beach with the crocodaunts, but I thought a candlelight dessert might be a down payment on that package?” A bottle of Velocity (luminescent in the near-dark), two glasses, and a covered plate had been neatly set out, and she lit the last taper as she spoke.
God, he loved her, loved her so hard his heart was fit to burst. He didn’t bother trying to hide it—hell, he wanted her to feel it. “All this for me? You don’t waste any time, do you?”
Cait flushed and ducked her head a little, and he knew she’d gotten his silent message. “Not anymore,” she said, a little cryptically. “Not if I can help it.” She glanced back up at him and tilted her head toward the couch. “Pour you a drink?”
“Don’t need one,” he said easily. He hung the hat up, then flung himself down on the couch and stretched out his legs comfortably. “You’re better than any drink known to man.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “There you go again,” she murmured, “saying things like that to me. Meaning them.” Her eyes shone with more than the candlelight; impatiently, she dashed the tears away with the back of her hand. “I can’t shake the feeling that when I wake up tomorrow, this will all have been just… a dream. A glorious, terrible dream. And—” she gestured around the room. “I wanted to keep the magic alive. For a little while longer.”
“If you’re dreaming, I’m dreaming too,” Sam said. “And I ain’t minded to wake up from it any time… ever.” He let his gaze linger on her openly like he'd always wanted to, just drinking in the sight of her. Candlelight suited her. Made her hair shine like it was spun from pure flame and her eyes shimmer like pearls. Cait by candlelight, he decided, had just earned a permanent spot on the list of things he wanted to see again and again. "Fact is, darlin', if there's anything magic here, it's you." She colored at that, but she couldn't deny his sincerity. "So why don't you come over here, and we'll start making some inroads on those cuddles I promised you?"
"Tempting…" Cait said, offering him a half-smile. "But I need to tell you something, and when we're that close, I'm likely to lose my train of thought. You're, um, good at that." She sank gracefully down into a nearby chair.
Now wasn't that the sort of thing a man liked to hear from the person he loved. "That's only fair, then," he teased. "Seeing as how you play merry hell with my attention span sometimes." She looked utterly surprised, like the idea hadn't occurred to her. "Oh, yeah," he chuckled. "Haven't you noticed? I can get real lost in you." Her smile, and the little dimple that showed up when she did—her eyes and their ever-shifting hues… he shook himself a little. "You see? There you go, doing it again." Her look of confusion reminded him of something; he leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. "Cait, I gotta ask—how could you not know?"
Cait ducked her head, and he could see the embarrassment plain on her face. "I knew you were falling in love with someone," she murmured. "Just not…"
"You?" Sam supplied the final word, his heart aching for her. "Yeah, I guess you did say that. I just—it's hard for me to wrap my head around." His lips twisted in a wry smile. "But then, I didn't exactly figure out that you were feeling the same way—I mean, I thought I saw a few hints, but—" Realization hit him. "Ah, hell. You thought I was in love with someone else, and you didn't want me to know." He let out a sigh; he still didn't know what had kept her from realizing he'd loved her—and it didn't matter. "Well, we know now, and that's the important thing to be moving forward with." He reached forward to capture one of her hands in his—then pulled back at the last minute. "Doc said physical contact could make things more intense for you. Am I—would this—?"
"Sam..." She looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You can't—I don't want you to try to protect me from myself. Or you. I need you to trust that I have it handled." She let out a disgruntled breath. "Mostly, anyway."
He jumped on that mostly. "Which means there's room for me to help figure things out. And make things easier on you. Partners, remember?" He caught her eye. "Don't ask me not to do for you what I damn well know you'll do for me."
Cait growled, "And aren't you just loving that whole turnabout and fair play nonsense?" There was very little heat in it. "Okay. Fine. It's just... you have such a big heart, and big feelings come with that, and I do not want you to make yourself smaller because of me!" Now he did wrap his hand around hers. "Especially," she added more quietly, "when I'm not sure it would make a difference."
He squeezed her hand gently. "Gonna have to unpack that one, darlin'."
"That's what I wanted to tell you," she said. "When I said I knew from the moment we met? That wasn't hyperbole. You, um, looked me in the eyes—no one ever did that—and something—I still don't really understand."
"Not love at first sight?" he teased her gently.
"Nothing so clear." She was struggling to find the right words, and so he didn't interrupt further, just rubbed his thumb soothingly across the back of her hand. "It was like something in me, I don't know, recognized? Something in you?" She shook her head in frustration. "Stars, I hate trying to put words to this. Like a rusted lock that finally found a key, but the key was... stuck."
Sam frowned in puzzlement. "That doesn't sound like anything to worry about, then."
Her next words were a bare whisper. "It didn't stay that way. All this time, it's been getting... stronger. More… real."
"Okay," he gave her an encouraging nod. "So, I guess, at some point, the key turned?"
"The key turned, the circuit went live… something." Cait took a deep breath. "Most people, I only catch surface emotions, and most of those I can block out pretty easily. But I'm—connected to you." She looked genuinely scared. "Sam… I can't block you out. The other day? On Neon? I knew you were heading back to us while you were still down in Ebbside. Here?" Her lips tightened. "They were giving you hell after I left, weren't they?" Well, that answered the question as to whether she'd felt his indecision earlier.
"I took care of it," he said firmly. "So please don't worry about it."
"I'm not," she replied. "I figured you'd tell me if you needed to. But that's the problem. I'm trying, but right now I can't not know things like that. And that—It's not fair to you."
"Cait," Sam tugged on her hand. "C'mere. Don't need to be an empath to know you need a hug." And if she didn't, he did. Slowly, she stood up, and he pulled her down into his embrace. Where she damn well belonged, he thought with no small amount of satisfaction. "There," he said, as her head settled against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist, but she still seemed tense. "Is that better?"
She still seemed tense, even a little fidgety. "Why aren't you more… upset?" She sounded part-curious, part-appalled.
"Why should I be?" he countered. "So you've got a direct line to my heart. Don't see how that's a problem, darlin'." He grinned and waited for the inevitable—
"Why not?" Exasperation had been added to the mix, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"Why should I worry about you knowing what's in it when it's already yours?" Sam said. "Whole and entire. Just been waiting for you to accept it."
#starfield#sam coe#fanfic#starfield fanfiction#eridani writes#caitlyn lynch#coemancer#wip wednesday#stars through my fingers like grains of sand#the coemancer crew
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Here is a Starfield fanfic I wrote about a beloved NPC, Frank Renick. So if you're interested in some fluffy smut about our favorite surly Colony War veteran, happy Valentines Day!! 💝 💕
Here's our boy 😍💜
#starfield#starfield fanfiction#starfield frank renick#frank renick#happy Valentines Day to the Coemancer Crew 💜#and anyone else who just wants to read some fluffy smut about a war veteran with a robot 👍#the robot is not involved
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I haven't done one of these in a while. With the flood and various fuckery going on, there's really been no time for Tumblr. I mean, no proper time. No sit down, blog, and write time. But here, I suppose there is. I was asked to share if I had something, so here is something I'm re-working on since my hiatus. A snippet from Chapter 3 of my Young! Ranger Sam Coe x Reader fic --- soon to be renamed.
summary: just a father and son catching up + Sam remembering his momma
tagging: anybody who sees this and hasn't participated yet (since I've seen most already)
Sam pushed the door open, leading with his palm against the wood as he welcomed himself inside. Six years. Nothing new. Dust swirled in the dim-light of the living room. Photographs of happier times sat on shelves caked in thin layers of grime. His mother’s vine plants -- Baby Tears --- cascaded down like spotted green waterfalls from the ceiling into the walls of the dining area.
The trance of memory overwhelmed him. His breathing slowed.
His mother stepped out of the house and his father busied himself in his office, leaving Sam practically home alone. He was about as tall as the counter tops in the kitchen and he liked to grab anything he could, just because he could. Little rebel. He'd grabbed some rocks off a book stand. Played pretend on the floor of his bedroom, when a voice echoed faintly, like the call of a ghost. Sam paid no mind. The voice boomed louder than before.
Sam. Sammy!
His heart leapt. He knew that voice. It traveled from the deck into his room, into his ears, once more. Abandoning his geo-rocks right then and there, he rushed to her. Curiosity and eagerness carried his little legs across the living room as he tumbled outside. The sunlight blinded him immediately, but painted his mother in a golden shadow. Her hand was smooth and warm, like beach sand, as she gently took his own and shared her pride, pointing to the potted plants. He remembers peering up at her. His little eyes wide in awe as she spoke their names. He could hear her now. How the words rolled off perfectly, as if she'd practiced over and over on her way home. Pilea Depressa, she told him. Otherwise known as, Baby Tears, from Old Earth.
As far as Sam was concerned, the planet and the Coe Estate were one in the same. Both lived with color. With life. Once.
Black coffee and eggs permeated his nostrils. Some routines never died. Sam’s nose scrunched as he shut the door.
“Hello?” His voice rang out.
A figure dressed in official’s wear emerged from the kitchen holding a bowl of yellow bits. The man’s eyes were wide, as if he’d been up for hours, expectant. “Sam Coe,” He paused. A sudden chill whipped through the room. “You didn’t knock?”
“I did. No answer.” He traversed towards the table without so much as a glance to the other and settled Cora into her high chair. From out of the corner of his eye, Jacob loomed. Weren’t his eggs getting cold just standing there?
“Keeping your boots on?”
Sam bobbed his head, sternly. “Can’t stay long,” he added, “They’re clean. I ain’t gonna mud up your floors.”
“Rangers more important than having breakfast with your family, huh? Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Jacob disappeared into the kitchen. leaving Sam in an air that was clogged and stuffy. He felt as though he were on the cusp of a cold.
God damn. It was too early.
#wip wednesday#starfield fanfiction#sam coe x reader#coemancer#coemancer crew#Jacob Coe needs to chill#but Sam should also stop making deals with criminals LMAO#spoilers? possibly#squish writes#am I sad about Sam and his mom? yes
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15 Lines of Dialogue
15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Tagged by @fangbangerghoul! Thank you!
Kanan's stories can be found here -> my Starfield fanfics
1. "I ain't one to back down from politeness, Miss Morgan. Sarah." Kanan took a sip of their drink and leaned back some in their chair. "It is Miss Morgan, yeah? Not Mrs. Morgan, by any chance?"
2. "Oh, for the love of... no, you ashta-fucking dumbass, this part goes here!" Kanan exclaimed, yanking the poor technician's slate right out of his hands.
3. "Are you attempting to know me?"
4. Sarah watched a wicked grin grow on Kanan's face. "Sidekick, huh? Think you need a costume."
5. “Aww. You’re no fun,” Kanan said with a playful tone.
6. "Hon, where I come from, it's better to not be askin' questions."
7. “Look, this ain’t my usual venture. But this seems like an opportunity of a lifetime. I’d be a damn fool to turn this down. I’m in.”
8. “Thank you for havin’ me, Miss Morgan,” Kanan said with a smile, letting go of her hand and tipping their hat at her.
9. Maybe they were dead, or maybe they just hit their head after passing out, because the first thing out of Kanan’s mouth was, “You’re beautiful.” Directed at the blonde-headed woman next to them, who gave no meaningful reaction to their stupid quip.
10. “Woah, woah. I wasn’t askin’ for this,” Kanan said, putting their hands up. “I’m just some miner, not someone chasing down the universe’s secrets.”
11. “Will you two be okay without me? I know my presence here is awfully important."
12. “Look, stranger, I don’t know who you think I am. But you’re about to find out. Unless you want to walk on by, return to that fancy ship of yours, and leave this mining outpost alone."
13. “Oh, you will find that I am not most bounties.”
14. “She’ll get over it. None of her workers are dead, so I’d say things are pretty good.”
15. “Look, are you gonna shoot me, or not?” Kanan questioned. “I’m a busy fella.”
Tagging @eliteseven @ronqueesha @perfectlypreservedpie and anyone else who is interested in doing this!
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
Thank you to the lovely @atonalginger for the ask!
Here's my five things:
1. My husband. He's been with me for almost 20 years, we've been through thick and thin together.
2. Friends - offline and online. I love all my friends!
3. Sleep Token. An anonymous masked band that makes beautiful, sad, gut-wrenching, heart-stopping melodies combined with thoughtful, visceral, chest-punching lyrics.
4. Video games. I love RPGs, cozy games like animal crossing, action/adventure, simulation, and more.
5. My Pokemon and video game toys, plushies, figures, cards, and general knick-knacks.
Tagging @staticpallour and the Coemancer crew!
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WIP Wednesday
I’m sorry for being so far behind on all the tag games, I appreciate every single tag! I’m just so tired! this is only the second week in my new job and my brain is still feeling like a fried egg.
But I’d like to share a rough snippet from my latest Starfield wip, ‘What We Leave Behind.’
“Approaching vessel, this is Freestar space. Please hold your current speed and course while we scan you for contraband.”
Sarah’s eyes refocused, and she took a moment to adjust to her new surroundings in orbit above Akila before scrambling to take back hold of the controls. She steadied the ship and dialed the engines back.
Phew, Freestar Security could still be a little jumpy following the war. Rarely would they wait long before assuming you were hostile. But could they have at least done her the courtesy of waiting for the grav drive to spin down first, and her head along with it?
She tutted to herself, aware that the Constellation registry didn’t do her any favours in Freestar space; they were treated as though they were UC Military. Still, the approval to land at Akila City took longer than expected.
“You’re good to go. Have a nice time in Akila City,” said a decidedly cheerier but forced voice over the comms.
“Thank you,” Sarah sent back through gritted teeth. What was it that Aja used to say? Kill them with kindness? Rise above! Aja, I’m trying.
The Frontier may sound like it’s falling apart just before the grav jump, but it was still a reliable ship, and it felt good to let the old girl stretch her legs. And with an experienced hand at the controls, even in Akila’s gravity, she landed light as a feather at the makeshift spaceport.
It had been a while since Sarah had visited Akila City, and she remembered why the moment the cargo bay doors opened. She disliked the state of the place intensely and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Whyever did Solomon Coe choose Akila, anyway? Sarah mused. The oppressive gravity that made her feel like she had lead in her boots couldn’t have been ideal for a farming community that involves, you know, lots of manual labour?
The Freestar Collective consider themselves a hardy bunch, but this took the biscuit. Not to mention the local wildlife. It’s hardly an ideal planet to settle and raise a family.
At least New Atlantis was built to complement Jemison’s environment, Sarah thought to herself. Unlike the ugly wall of Akila City, surrounding what amounted to little more than a shanty town. She had always understood why Sam had dreamed of escaping this place.
“Hello Commander, can I be of assistance?” Vasco greeted her at the end of the ramp.
Sarah paused, scanning the area with her naked eyes, catching movement, a gang of local kids, perhaps? Or thieves waiting for an opportunity to steal from a ship? “No, Vasco. Protocol Blue. Wait here, guard the ship.”
“Protocol Blue, very well.” 💙
#starfield#starfield fanfiction#wip wednesday#sarah morgan#the coemancer crew#cosmic writes#a starborn coemancer fic#this will be a one shot#starborn#oc calitrix#what we leave behind
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Hello everyone! I am pleased to share a great event we had in our Comrade Coe's Spouses discord server for Valetine's Day!
This server is full of wonderful creatives who all share one thing in common, our love for Starfield. Okay...maybe two and our love for the bisexual single dad space cowboy! We love to support each other in our creative endeavors and to showcase this this post is going to have all the pieces from our Valetine's Day Art Trade!
Each person who signed up was randomly paired with another. We had a channel to fill out a small form of what they preferred, what they were willing to create, and their do's and don'ts in receiving other creations! We allowed about 8 weeks for people to discuss, plan, and create their own masterpieces!
Our server is always open for incoming members and there are only a few things that you need to know before requesting to join.
You must be over 21
You must love or at least appreciate Starfield
And you are joining for a good time, some creative vibes, and with an open mind!
Just tap or click on the link embedded in the server's name above for more information on how to join!
banner made by @bearlytolerant
Everything you will see below is crafted by a member of our server! There will be links to their Tumblr and ao3 links to check more of their work out!
Please feel free to show their blogs some love and their fics on ao3 as well! You can also check out their other works under the tag The Coemancer Crew. One of the core values of our community is supporting each other's creative pieces and we hope you all would love to participate in doing the same!
@atonalginger's
Anton x Sam Astral Haze
@thatsgoodsquishy0's
From Death; A Life
You almost died. Sam's grateful you're alive.
“Wait until Constellation hears about this,” you say, accompanied by a shaky laugh. “I wonder if they’ll even believe us.”
He shakes his head. “They should, they don’t have to. We were there. We survived. You survived. That’s all that matters in my book.”
His realism brings your gaze to the table, though a swirl of gratitude rises in the back of your mouth, coming out in a weak smile. This was nice. Peaceful, but not enough. There was still untouched territory to discuss.
You lift your head, eyes soft and sincere.
Unsure.
“I wouldn’t be here without your help, Sam.”
A pink flush spreads across his cheeks as he smiles. Averting his gaze, his pupils dart across the wall, and you notice they focus on nothing in particular. He shuts his eyes, and you suspected he was replaying the evening. You cock your head, curious.
If you could pry open the contents of Sam Coe’s brain, you would, and you would soak up everything about that man, a fact you hadn’t truly believed until tonight.
@fangbangerghoul's
Crimson Slut
@bearlytolerant's
Paint It Crimson
Delgado is tired of Ghoul not resting so he takes matters into his own hands. His attempt means trying to teach her a new hobby.
She chuckles and he chooses not to engage any longer. He’s been toyed with enough. Even if that’s what they do. Argue and bicker. Pull their claws and bare their fangs until eventually he walks away with enough of his pride beaten down, dragging his ego behind him a little broken and worse for wear. It happens often enough that he can’t say he always comes out the winner. But he is weary of the game today. He wants to be nice. Try to be nice. He is determined to be nice. Another step and he reaches around her head and tugs at the blindfold. The knot unravels. Unfurls. He removes it in one smooth motion, tossing it to the floor.
Then he thumbs her chin, tilting her head up to get a good glimpse of her. He gazes into her citrine eyes. The warm glow from his hanging lamp, hovering over the tall snake tongued leaves of the sansevieria in the corner of the room, reflects off her irises and they glimmer and shine just like a gemstone. Thoughts waxing poetic, he blinks them away before he speaks them aloud.
“I wanted to surprise you.” He releases her chin.
@silurisanguine's
So coy
@eridanidreams's
Twisted Towards the Light
Seren and Sam run into a little bit more excitement than they expected when taking down Tawny Adams...
Sam leaned against the wall. "We having fun yet?" He was breathing a little harder than usual; she gave him a quick once-over, but his suit seemed intact. He caught her look and gave her the grin she'd come to love. "I know you like what you see," he purred, "but maybe look a little less like you want to rip my suit right off until we're done? Mercs might get the wrong idea."
Seren couldn't help but laugh. "Arse," she growled.
"And a fine one," he agreed. "Though yours," he eyed her up and down, "might be even finer. Pity that your suit hides it, or we could do a real close comparison. Hands-on, even."
"Focus, Sam," she reminded him, hitting the 'cycle' button. "Bad guys that way."
"I am focused," he said, sounding innocent as the day was long. (In the case of this misbegotten little moon, that was only 4.5 UT hours, so… not all that innocent.) "I'm just a busy man. I have to work in all that quality time of thinking about me and you."
#starfield#sam coe#starfield fanfiction#the coemancer crew#valentines day#valentines gifts#valentines art#starfield fanart#starfield oc#coemancer#art trade#delgado#crimson fleet#starfield spoilers#bethesda#space cowboy#space pirate#oc artwork#oc art#artists on tumblr#artwork#illustration#digital painting#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#fanfic#fanfiction#discord server#valentines day art trade#art trade event
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Subtle show dont tell in Starfield
Putting this behind a cut as it's a spoiler for the end game story
Okay notice anything different about the Eye here? It's when you have the anomaly jump to a version of you dead on The Eye.
Look at the dome...
NO STARS.
This for reference, is the normal view -
What you see in the anomaly isn't a alternate universe, it's a vision of what could have been. A test showing you your mortality, your death instead of a loved one. You see it every time you jump through Unity, to the point you become numb to it...
Much like The Scow and the Petrov, who speaks to you as if he knows you are Starborn, or that he too is Starborn, yet shows no powers when you have to fight him and his crew. You cannot see outside the Scow, but I'd bet anything there are no stars outside of that ship either. ANother test, this time to what, test if you think you are worthy?
The Emissary, if you side with them even states this. That the Temple is 'testing you, always'.
Oh side note about the Eye vision. If you look carefully just beyond the anomaly shimmer. You can see the pool of blood where your possible companion died on the Eye as well. Oversight? Or is it suggesting something here?
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WIP Wednesday - Seven Days
hey, look at me with a post! tagging the coemancer crew this time since i'm actually posting! @silurisanguine, @atonalginger, @eridanidreams, @toxiclizardwrites, @aro-pancake, @bearlytolerant, @order-of-the-eye, @fangbangerghoul, and whoever else i may be missing.
so, my main fic is on a bit of a hiatus while i wait for my thinky-blob to process some stuff.
in the meantime, i started writing a new one. it's a short, 7 chapter series called Seven Days. it's a stand-alone piece, not necessarily tied to my main fic. however, since starfield is all about (spoilers?), it gives you an amazing playground in which to play.
this story has been floating in my mind for about a month. and it was just recently that she demanded her story told. i don't know why, but as i was trying to bang out what to do with my current chapter, she rose up and said, WRITE ME. so i am.
the first chapter will go up on friday. i warn in advance that this is a pretty dark story. no fluffy, warm and fuzzy in this one.
Seven Days - Day One
“You’ve made a big mistake,” the blond yelled, getting ready to charge the Starborn. The Starborn grav dashed and closed the gap before the blond had a chance to even unholster the laser pistol at her hip. The Starborn withdrew their revolver, the one they specifically modded for this purpose and held it inches from the blond’s face.
The woman held her hands up, “Why are you doing this? Who are you?” she demanded. Her voice triggered a memory in the Starborn’s mind of another blond woman’s last order to them so many lifetimes ago. You need to grieve. You need to stop. This isn’t what he would have wanted. The memory flashed by in a blink of an eye. The Starborn then cocked their head in a quizzical fashion. “I am done with you ordering everyone around, Sarah Morgan,” they said flatly, and pulled the trigger. The revolver’s explosive round obliterated the woman’s face, shattering her skull into fragments.
“NOOOOO!” a man screamed from the direction of the garden, as he came charging into the room. The Starborn turned to see him run towards them, and their vision swam, almost graying out from the shock. Not him, never him. Why was he even here? In all of the universes they’d been to, he was never here on this day, which is why they always picked it to raid the Lodge for the artifacts. So why was he here now? They instinctively released an anti-gravity field, which stopped the man dead in his tracks, floating but unharmed, as he continued to yell and swear at the Starborn.
Several pirates reported that the hostages were safely locked away, and no one was harmed more than necessary. They nodded and instructed three to remain with them, and the rest were free to loot as desired, and reminded them that all of the rooms had safes. “When the anti-grav field dissipates, I want him taken. If you have to, knock him out, but do not harm him any more than that. If you do, you will answer to me,” they instructed, as a tiny ball of plasma started forming in their hand as punctuation. The pirates nodded fearfully, and did as they were ordered. The man tried to make a break for it when his feet touched the ground, but he wasn’t a match for three against one. One of the pirates knocked the man out cold with the butt of his rifle. “Take him and throw him in the brig. If you have to, drug him,” they ordered.
The Starborn grabbed the artifacts, turned on their heel and strode out of the Lodge.
#starfield#fanfic#fanfiction#sam coe#space cowboy#coemancer#starborn#therealgchu writes#this goes dark#oc#oc fanfiction#the coemancer crew
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Snippet Sunday
Good news, everybody! After a couple rough weeks, I'm back on the writing horse!
Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon, @violenceandviolets, @therealgchu, @staticpallour and @artemis-crimson
from *stars through my fingers like grains of sand*
The view from the new bridge was stunning, but Cait couldn't really appreciate it at the moment. In the 'Leaf's old configuration, the cockpit had been a refuge for her. The new captain's chair, while comfortable, didn't have that same sense of security to it. Especially when everyone who lived on the ship could fit on the bridge with ample room to spare. They'd added a separate living hab for her—Sam had insisted—but it still didn't feel right. The room at the Lodge was different—it was borrowed, temporary—but the new hab was hers, and meant to be hers in a way that was entirely alien.
Pushy damned cowboy.
She leaned her head back against the seat and let out a sigh. Sam wasn't wrong: she had to face what had been forced into her thoughts if she ever wanted to live the life she wanted. (Assuming she ever figured that out.) But she was also trying to figure out how to cope with their bond—even the thought of him brought him to her awareness as if he was beside her; he was still talking with Vlad, intent but not upset, and with an effort she turned her mind away—and the new abilities she was collecting from the Towers. (She still refused to call them Temples.) They'd found two more: one on Washakie, one on Procyon-B I, and both had expanded her perceptions in unusual and uncomfortable ways.
A soft sound echoed on the deck behind her; she turned to see Andreja stepping through the hatch, and for a moment Cait saw her only as a being of shimmering light, Cora's radiant form belowdeck in the computer core, bent over a terminal. She blinked and shook her head to banish the vision—it was one thing to know, in the words of the ancient astronomer, that everyone was made of starstuff (the dance of stars, the dance of atoms, one and the same); it was another to be utterly, completely aware of it.
Fortunately for her, Procyon-B I wasn't life-bearing—when she'd come to, she'd been utterly captivated by the sight of Sam leaning over her, shining more brightly than the planet's fierce star. If it hadn't been for his worry beating around her, she'd never even have known it was him, she'd been so enthralled. They'd spent the next few days following up on a survey contract; it had taken three times as long because she kept getting distracted by the sheer wonder of it—the song of the universe, harmonizing from the sharp, crystalline note of a single atom to the multiplexity of cells, all the way down to the massed bass roar of a galaxy's worth of suns.
Like her empathic ability, this new sense was forced to filter through her all-too-human senses; finally, though, it seemed to be settling into sight. Which could be inconvenient, but was something she could live with. She'd almost gotten a handle on it when they jumped into Cheyenne space for a routine supply run, and an anomaly on Washakie had lit up their sensors. That had been an unwelcome discovery: the Towers, it turned out, had a much more powerful effect on her than the Artifacts. The call of the Artifacts, she could resist. The Towers… were much more difficult, and the 'Leaf had been settling gently into a landing site before she even realized she'd set the course.
What she'd gotten there was much more insidious, and much more troubling. Sometimes it was a sense of the rightness of an action—sometimes, an impulse nudging her in a certain direction. Most disconcerting was when she heard a 'pre-echo' of how someone might respond, before she'd even spoken. She'd managed to thoroughly confuse everyone once or twice by answering what she'd thought they were going to say rather than what they'd already said.
Cait had wondered why these two new abilities were giving her so many more problems than the anti-gravity had, but Cora had come up with a possible answer. "You already have an extra sense that you're used to dealing with; maybe these new powers are just using the same part of your brain." The explanation made a certain amount of sense, though Cait had a nagging feeling that it was somehow incomplete. She sighed again. Incomplete or not, it was all the answer they had. And at least the discipline she'd developed trying to keep her wayward empathy under some sort of leash was proving useful in dealing with the rest…
#sam coe#caitlyn lynch#starfield#fanfic#starfield fanfiction#eridani writes#coemancer#the coemancer crew#snippet sunday#andreja
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Nine people I'd like to know better - tag
I was tagged by the fabulous @staticpallour 💜
Last song: An instrumental soft electronic mix I had on in the background while I was writing, with a generic cyberpunky title.
Favorite color: Purple and black. Most of my clothes are black, and the majority of my stuff is purple.
Currently watching: I don't watch TV. The last movie I watched was Lisa Frankenstein which I LOVED. 😭💕 Literally right now as I type this, I'm watching a Secret Sleepover Society stream vod on YouTube. They're playing the old game Ghost Trick. 👌
Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I'm a savory and spicy gal. I've never really been into sweets, even as a child. I love spice though.
Relationship status: Single with a side of ✨️it's complicated✨️
Current obsession: 👁👁 A variety of video game characters that I'm rotatating in my brain. I have three WIPs going; two are Starfield, one Skyrim.
Last thing you Googled: How to unlock an achievement in Superliminal so I could complete the Xbox Gamepass monthly reward 🤷♀️
Since most of the Coemancer Crew have been tagged I'll tag @displacer-beasts @warlock-enthusiast @cuteasamuntin @sonicspocketwrench1 @metrophor @swindlefingrs
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