This Is Genuinely What I Imagined In My Brain When I Wrote Them All Getting Frisky On One Very Small

this is genuinely what i imagined in my brain when i wrote them all getting frisky on one very small couch……

art challenge: draw your/your ocs fireteam like this

me: all my d2 headcanons are based on canon lore information and definitely not me projecting

also me: eris morn gets cold sores

i definitely agree with all of these but would make the following adjustments:

1.) shift omar to the right of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down on the prep/goth axis. he’s almost as moody as eris wears almost as much jewelry. will obnoxiously mansplain about his incredibly niche areas of interest if given the opportunity. i see the jock physique but he’s a little squishy, emotionally too.

2.) shift vell to the left of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down up the prep/goth axis. I would consider vell to be strategic and clever but not quite genuinely book-smart enough to be a nerd; he has good ideas and they work but it’s 80% dumb luck. i would say he’s preppy in the sense that he takes gelling his hair very seriously and actually thinks his style is the height of fashion

First Crota Fireteam (plus Wei Ning) alignments. Discuss.

Intimacy #14 (Sharing Drinks) w Omar and Sai?

Debated whether I considered this an "unusual" ask! However, I've never written them before so it counts. I have to say @bbyfacedx's recent fics/art have inspired me with these two, but you can interpret their relationship however you want.

"Whatcha got there?" Sai asks, brown eyes glistening covetously at Omar's drink. It's a delectable-looking mug of . . . she's not sure, maybe a latte or hot cocoa if she had to hazard a guess. Whatever it is, it's covered in a towering dollop of whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a drizzle of caramel for good measure.

Omar likes sweet drinks but the gaudy display of toppings isn't usually his thing. The uncharacteristic nature of it intrigues her more than if he'd just shown up with a can of energy drink, or a cold brew with too much cream and sugar. 

". . . Coffee," he says, preemptively lifting it up and out of arm's reach as she leans in to steal a taste. "Sai, you have your own drink."

She gives a forlorn glance at her modest cup of milk tea. "This is not that."

"That sounds like your problem," says Omar. "Besides, you wouldn't like it."

"I would!"

He tries his hardest to avoid the small hunter's doleful stare as he takes a swill. Unfortunately, Sai can be irritatingly intense when she chooses, and has chosen to now. Wiping the cream off his nose, he pushes his drink into her free hand. "Suit yourself."

She passes her teacup to him. Excitedly hefts the mug to her lips with both hands, takes a long slug—

And immediately chokes, barely managing to swallow down her portion. "Sky above, Omar —" she stammers between coughs, "What'd you mix in?"

"Something the lads at the Coyote's Den concocted," he grins, referencing one of the more storied hunter speakeasies in the old part of town. Sai usually didn't go there, too busy and loud, unless every other joint in the City was closed for the night/morning and she was desperately in need of caffeine or imbibements. "This might have been a failed experiment, so Mendoza sold me a bottle at cost. 'Just make sure you let your Ghost know before you drink it' is what she told me, hah. Pretty good if you can mix enough crap in with it to distract from the aftertaste."

"Eugh, awful," says Sai, before taking another tentative nip. "It grows on you, though . . ."

"I'm not getting that back, am I?" he asks, taking a short sip, then a second longer drink from the cup. The velvety blend of smoky black tea, sweet cream, and notes of cardamom and cinnamon are delicious, even without his additions. "You know what? Scratch that. You can keep it. But you might want to tell Yuka before you stumble off the Tower wall or get hit by a trolley on your way home."

(Somewhere in Sai's bead-embroidered hood, she chirps affirmatively.)

"Won't you walk me back?" She asks, tucking her arm around his. Her tipsy sentimentality was excruciatingly charming, enough to momentarily divert him from his plans for the evening. 

He gives a good-natured huff. Steadies Sai when she wobbles a little. "Karsys, let Olu know I'll be a bit late to our Go match. I don't want her to go around crowing about a forfeit victory . . ."

Sai gives a happy bounce on her feet as they turn and make their way toward midtown.

had to private all my nsfw fics on ao3 due to harassment so im going back 2 my eris fic to occupy myself until i can post porn again. nature is healing

i wrote first crota fireteam sauce…. 6k+ words of it…