Hi everyone! It was my little blog’s first anniversary yesterday as well as the day I hit 1k+ followers!! I don’t know why you guys decided to follow me dgndlkf I mean I don’t do much of anything except gush about these boys, but I love you all so much and I’m very, very thankful for all of you! 💖
To celebrate, I decided to do a follow forever for all of my mutuals and close friends! I apologize in advanced if this happens to mess up your notifications asflkg and if we haven’t spoken before or haven’t interacted much, don’t be shy to talk to me! I might reply a bit late, but other than that I’m really friendly and eager to get to know you all! ❤
bolded: special friends that I can’t see myself without! 💕
Please forgive me if I forgot to add you in, I was rushing this and I feel like I might’ve missed some of you even though I double checked ;;; But I just want to thank you guys again, I’m feeling super soft right now and just sajfhkljfh I love you all so very much!! 💞
Yesterday I had my first surprise birthday party ever and all my friends were waiting for me in my favorite bar and it was so beautiful i just started crying like a child because I love them so much…..
Kralla’s Song wasn’t obviously the only bar on Kadara, but somehow most
of the criminal population of the planet gravitated towards it anyway. The
seediness of the joint and Umi’s bullshit-free attitude gave it a unique local
flavor, but most importantly people here minded their own goddamn business. The
patrons drank alone or talked shop openly, and no one gave a shit.
Just like Velanius liked it. Nothing better than to drink your turian-friendly
alcoholic poison in peace.
“Is this place taken?” The most annoying voice this side of Andromeda
sounded right in his ear.
It seemed his peace just flew out of the window.
“Piss off, Vidal,” he barked, not deigning the smuggler with a look.
The human chuckled, not at all deterred by the cold reception.
“Tsk, so rude. There’s no need for that,” he replied, parking himself at
the chair opposite the turian and gestured to Umi to bring him whiskey. The
asari rolled her eyes as was her custom, but started working on the order anyway.
Velanius seethed with barely contained rage, watching as Umi unhurriedly
brought Vidal a glass full of amber liquid. The human thanked her with a wink.
She groaned, just seconds away from flipping him off, and returned to the
“Seriously, Vidal, fuck off. I’m not in the mood,” said the turian,
glaring at him. “Go bother someone else.”
“You don’t even want to hear me out?” The smuggler took a sip and licked
his lips, smiling as if he drank an exquisite beverage and not some cheap,
“I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
“Even if I’m speaking on behalf of the Charlatan?” Vidal’s tone of voice
remained perfectly cordial, but the glint in his eyes, cold like a blade of a
knife, heralded the shift in the conversation.
“The Charlatan?” Velanius swallowed hard, but then narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit.
Why would they send you? You’re not
even a member of the Collective.”
“I owe them a favor. And the Charlatan is not exactly someone you can refuse.”
That much was true.
“What do they want from me?”
“A little bird told them that you and your gang had a bit of a scuffle
with the Pathfinder and his team near the Varren’s Scalp.”
“So?” Velanius shrugged his shoulders. “Worried about your boyfriend?” He
smirked, or at least made a grimace that passed for a smirk among his species.
Everyone and their mother knew that Vidal was banging that pretty boy Ryder. How
that even happened was anyone’s guess. The kid must have the shittiest taste in
“Worried? No. I know that he takes out trash like you without even
breaking a sweat.” Vidal wasn’t smiling anymore. All pretense of friendliness was
abandoned. “But the Pathfinder is a trusted associate of the Charlatan, their
special guest on Kadara, you may say. And the Charlatan doesn’t want anyone to
bother him. Garbage included.”
Velanius’s mandibles twitched, betraying anger that exploded in his
“Fuck you. The Charlatan doesn’t own the whole planet. Outside Kadara
Port it’s every man for himself. Tell them that.”
Vidal reached for his glass and drank the whisky up with tardiness that
seemed deliberate. Velanius wanted to punch him in the throat, but there was
something about the smuggler’s confidence that halted his arm. The turian’s
skin crawled. Somehow he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the
story. He waited.
The human put the empty glass away and then, not breaking eye contact,
reached to the satchel on his hip, slow enough not to make anyone think that he
wanted to grab a gun. Vidal brought his clenched fist back to the table and did
nothing more. For dramatic effect most likely. Fucker. After a few moments of
extreme tension, the smuggler opened his hand and let a necklace made of small,
red beads fall onto the plastic surface.
Velanius sucked in a lungful of air, reclining in his chair.
“What did you do to her?” he asked, his voice sounding weaker than he
wanted it to be.
“Nothing. I’m a perfect gentleman,” Vidal replied casually. “We had a
lovely chat and drank some tea.”
“Come near her again and I swear–“
“Come near the Pathfinder again,” Vidal cut him off brutally, his golden
eyes flaring with murderous rage, “and I swear next time you’ll find here her
head.” The smuggler stood up. The conversation was over. As if putting on a
mask, Vidal was smiling again, his usual charming self. “Nice talking to you,
Velanius. Don’t be a stranger.” He patted his shoulder and started walking
towards the door.
“Hey, you’ve gotta pay!” Umi shouted after him.
“My friend’s good for it.” Reyes winked, indicating the turian, and
sauntered off without a care in the world.
Velanius stared at the necklace in silence, his expression blank.
* * *
Scott spotted Reyes in the crowd even before he left the trap of his ship
properly. Grinning like a fool, pep in his walk, Scott hurried towards his
boyfriend barely noticing the people around him. But they did notice him.
“Shit!” He heard a frightened exclamation at his side. “It’s the
Confused, Scott looked in that direction only to see a few mercenaries
staring at him as if they at least saw a ghost. They backed away slowly, remnants
of their pride probably preventing them from running away screaming.
The sight baffled Scott so much that he stopped in his tracks. This time
it was Reyes who had to approach him.
“What was that about?” Scott asked when they disappeared. “Did I forget
to shower or something?”
“Don’t worry about them.” Reyes greeted him with a tight hug, his eyes
warm and loving. They had softness and kindness about them that Scott simply
adored. And a hint of playfulness too. “Remember that ice cream I promised
Scott blinked in disbelief.
“Shit, no way. You really found caramel ice cream somewhere?”
“For you, everything,” Reyes said, bowing before him gallantly.
Scott laughed, bubbly and excited like a child right before Christmas.
“You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met, you know that?”
“Yes. And likewise.”
Giggling stupidly, they kissed in the middle of the port, not a care in
So as I talked to you earlier, here are my ocs! I’m hoping to make them all into a webcomic, as they’re all from the same “universe”. (All the girls you see are the same person, but from different universes)
The plot of the comic is that they’re all dimensional guardians, meaning they can travel to different fandoms and media through pocket dimensions (ones where they can interact with the characters, but the main dimension is not affected).
So the top left two are the mains, Ana Cryos and Crysten Eise. Ana is very shy and a bit scared of most things, whereas Crysten is a lot more hardheaded (he is literally practically ice sooooo)
The next (to the right) is Shard, on the left, who is the exact opposite of Ana. Therefore, she’s a bit of a toned-down anti-hero, who’s a serious narcissist. Her “counterpart” is Ezra Warden, the closest thing to a human among them. He’s from the 1940’s, and was experimented on by cruel scientists. (Think mutilated Steve Rogers). Although he seems like a good guy, he was injected with mustard gas to make him go crazy with vengeance, and also to tear apart his skin.
The ones on the bottom left are the happiest ones in the group, Shardisi Cryos and Mahesh Kek. Shardisi, unlike the other Cryos’, has had a happy life but feels the mental and physical pain of her other versions. She’s also a mercenary along with her partner, Mahesh, who’s the son of Anubis and is basically a big puppy in a jackal’s body. He has all his father’s powers, including the ability to turn human.
The last ones (bottom right) are Shardisiana Cryos and Ash Pyroxi. These two are polar opposites, as “Shar” is extremely aggressive and hot-tempered, while Ash, though gruff, is easygoing and quite flirtatious.
This is all my art. If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask or pm!
i am so happy to have met the people i have met in my life. i have been blessed to have beautiful people in my life so are so inspiring and encouraging and the thought i am alive the same time as them makes everything worth it. even if i have nothing else going for me and i was born just to prop them up and assuage some of their worries from time to time its all just so worth it i can die happy knowing that even without having a purpose in life ive found joy just in talking or being near them
I just had this flashback from that short phase in 2013/2014 when I finally started to get into exo-m, and I really couldn’t fall for Jongdae (even though I loved his face since 2012) because every gifset and meme here was about him being a “troll” and acting super sassy, there was nothing about the real Jongdae in my dash. I remember that scene when Kris is playing like he’s about to shoot him and Jongdae just ignore him and I was like… oh no man, this guys is handsome but he seems a little rude… and I didn’t like Jongdae just because of the way tumblr showed him to be. And then one day I saw this picture of him looking really angry at the camera…. it was, if I remember correctly, a sasaeng’s picture, and he looked really mad. I was like, yeah, this dude isn’t hiding his anger, he’s real and honest. Like you know how idols have to act kind even with their most horrid fans but he was like NOPE, I hate you, and that caught my attention and I respected him and started to look for actual Jongdae blogs and my mind was changed. Plus showtime happened and I realized that the troll Chen was just a dumb characterization just as satansoo.