starting-six

Six Ryder & Vetra Nyx

“Hey, I just shoot the guns.”
“You know that’s my line, right?”

Tol meme Pathfinder with her tol turian gf :’) How Vetra puts up with all of Six’s crazy shenanigans, we’ll never know…

I got the chance to commission the awesome @projectnelm for this gorgeous art of Six and Vetra! Ahhhhhh! ;A; Thank you so much <3 She was such a pleasure to work with! Please consider commissioning her if you get the chance!!

anonymous asked:

I would give my right kidney up for you to write a wild and unruly epilogue 😭😭😭 Please! Do you think you might one day? It's killing me .

ahaha oh wow, it really makes me happy that you would still be interested in an epilogue after all this time.  thank you!!  

We won’t be writing one, though. Sorry!! 

Having said that, we did respond to a lot of asks about headcanons after the fic was first finished, in case you are interested.  They’re all in my wau tag, but it’s super disorganized, so i decided to give you some links because I would like to have it all in one place, too. :))

Some of those have two separate links because there was more than one ask. 

if you have any specific headcanon questions yourself, you can also always ask, but I cannot guarantee a quick turn around on a response lol.  

I’m gonna stream some spirit idea drawings (similar to these ones) tomorrow at 2PM (GMT+1) 

stream will be on my picarto channel 

if you have an idea for a spirit you wanna see me draw pls send it to me via ask/IM/reply to this post right here!! I’ll draw them during the stream and some of my own spirits

tfw you have so many current otps in your mind and you wanna draw all of them at the same time.

Here, have this unfinished thing I just found in my docs. Abigail feels and a bit of fluff I guess…

“I’m ready to talk about her,” Will said. “Abigail.”

Hannibal closed his book. “What about her would you like to discuss?”

“Tell me what the two of you did together. When you were hiding her away.”

“I wanted to teach her the harpsichord, but she wasn’t interested. She tried to play—to please me—for a short time, but her heart wasn’t in it.”

Will turned on his side, head cradled softly in his pillow. “So what did you do?”

“She said she would rather learn to play the guitar. So she did. A little.”

Will half-smiled, watching the movement of Hannibal’s eyes. “Oh,” was all that came out in response.

They slept gently then, bodies tangling together

“Did she ask about me?” Will asked over breakfast.

“She was curious about you,” Hannibal said. “She did care for you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I regret that I didn’t get to know her better.”

“You were never given much of a chance.”

“No. I wasn’t.” Will finished his breakfast before speaking again. “Do you regret killing her?”

“Regret does nothing to change the past.”

Will pushed back from the table, rounded to Hannibal’s side, and gripped his shoulders. “I don’t want to change the past,” he said, pressing a kiss into Hannibal’s hair. “I was just asking. It’s okay.”

Hannibal reached for Will’s wrist, wrapping fingers around his steady pulse.