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July 4, 2023

The Otherworlder: Arrival in Thedas – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction RPG style short story

Originally written for my YouTube community tab readers and viewers, the fan-fiction short story taking place in Thedas, the Dragon Age setting called The Otherworlder: Arrival in Thedas, was created as a mini RPG style interactive story with choices readers could make. Not, based on the story they helped shape, here it is in full.

I also am very happy to have some beautiful artwork that I commissioned Kemvee to make for me of The Otherworlder’s companions: Silverio, Barden, and Halani.

You wake up in Thedas and find yourself obliged to adapt to your new reality. Thankfully, you find a motley crew of companions who pledge their loyalty to you after you discover their ties with the Venatori mage who summoned you to this world. But a darker and more sinister plot exists behind your summoning…

You wake to the sound of rustling leaves and the hoot of an owl. You slowly open your eyes, and realise you are staring up at a starlit sky and the peak of large trees. You are in a forest, which one, you do not know. Neither do you know how you got here, but a gust of wind and the sound of scurrying lets you know you are not alone.

You take a slow inhale of air in attempt to quell your quickening heart. “How long have I been lying here, prey for whoever and whatever might be hunting tonight?” you wonder.

You stand, gathering your bearings, and realise you are standing at a junction of three paths leading off further into the forest. They do not branch off too far, for you can see what lies at the end of each one.

At the end of one path stands a great Eluvian, shimmering with coruscating colours, and humming as though beckoning you to enter it.

The end of another path leads to a great archway through which stairs lead down into the Deep Roads, sombre and eerie, yet enticingly intriguing.

And the last path opens up to a village where the light from a tavern shines brightly against the dim night and an open window carries over the sounds of raucous laughter.

Which path do you take?

You are hyper-aware of the fact that if you do not move from where you are now soon, you will become fodder for any forest predators. Thus, you begin down the path towards the Eluvian. You are also very self-conscious of the fact that you are scantily clad in your everyday pyjamas, and that if you do not find shelter or gear soon, you won’t last very long in Thedas.

At least you assume this is where you are, judging by the Eluvian shimmering before you.

You chance a glance behind your shoulder, already questioning whether or not you have chosen the correct path, but an all too frightening growl coming from the trees beyond urges you to continue.

‘If this is a dream,’ you mutter to yourself, ‘I’m going to explore everything it has to offer me.’

With a hand in front of you to test out the scintillating portal before you, you step through beyond the Eluvian. You immediately scan your surroundings. You are in a long corridor surrounded by elven trees; heavy fog hugs the ground. The path leads forward to an elven archway.

Your eyes fall on an ornate amulet a few feet away from you. Your gamer senses tingle, propelling you towards the amulet. As you pick it up, you notice a purple gem in its centre. The amulet is light in weight, and you instinctively feel as though you know how to use it.

You push down on the gem, it depresses slightly into its golden casing and a surge of purple lightning snakes across the ground. You grin and say to yourself in a low voice, ‘This’ll come in handy.’

Chuckling, you rise and place the amulet around your neck. At least now you have that.

You begin your trek towards the archway but before you can get very far, elven spirits, translucent and purple, emerge from beyond the elven trees and approach you, weapons drawn. They stop but mere inches away from you. You are surrounded.

You…

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April 21, 2023

Euphoric Trembles – Mass Effect Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

After the destruction of the Reapers, Admiral Hackett has rescued Commander Jane Shepard from the wreckage.
When she finally wakes up, Hackett and she share a tender moment,
only to realise how much desire they have for each other.

Note: Preview is SFW.

Steven Hackett stood in his study, leaning forward on his desk for support. It faced the large room-wide view pane window. He looked out at the stars that streaked by the ship, trying to ignore the tremble in his hand, then focused on his reflection. He looked haggard and distraught, his facial hair more grey, his scars seemed more pronounced, and the bruises he’d sustained were still a little raw. He didn’t like looking anything but pristine. He supposed after what the entire galaxy had gone through, haggard was to be expected.
        A whirr from the door opening drew his attention away from his musings as Jane walked in. A wave of relief washed over him, as he looked at her from over his shoulder. She still looked a little worse for wear but otherwise healed, and more importantly, she was conscious and walking.
        Steven turned to face her. ‘They said you’d be up and about soon. I’m glad to see you back on your feet.’
        Jane smiled. Oh, she was a sight for sore eyes, Steven noted.
        ‘It’s good to see you too, Admiral.’
        ‘Oh, I think we’re past formalities now. If there is anything left of the Alliance, I can’t raise them.’
        Jane nodded. She joined Steven by the desk. He looked at her, feeling a pang of concern.
        ‘How are your wounds?’ he inquired.
        Jane rolled her shoulders back and moved her arms tentatively. ‘I feel fine, actually. Just a little sore here and there.’
        ‘You were out for days after we found you. I must admit I was worried you wouldn’t pull through. I should have known better.’
        Jane’s smile widened and she let out a small laugh. ‘I didn’t realise you worried about me, Hackett.’
        Steven smiled back, feeling self-conscious. He turned back to look out the view pane window.
        ‘They said you set up a backup system.’ Jane’s expression was one of curiosity as she motioned the room. ‘I thought destroying the reapers had destroyed everything, but this ship is fully operational.’
        ‘Probably the only one too,’ replied Steven. ‘In the eventuality something would disrupt our technology, the Asari and the Rachni established some form of biotic-and-living-force-powered system. That is how we are flying through space right now.’
        Jane’s eyebrows shot up. ‘The Rachni are powering this ship?’
        ‘Basically.’ Steven chuckled.
        ‘You thought of everything, didn’t you?’
        Steven bobbed his head from side to side. ‘You could say that.’ He looked at Jane who beamed at him.
        ‘Well, I’ll be. A Rachni-powered ship. Never thought I’d see the day.’
        ‘Had to be prepared for anything. The Rachni proved more valuable than I had initially anticipated. Everyone pulled their weight in the preparations of this war.’ Steven looked back out. ‘After the…shockwave hit us, emergency systems came online. I sent troops to search the wreckage that was the Citadel. Can’t believe it’s been damaged to such an extent.’
        ‘It’s been repaired before,’ replied Jane.
        ‘True.’ Hacket folded his arms, turning to Jane. ‘I think it’s chance that let me find you.’
        ‘A good thing. I don’t think I would have survived without immediate medical treatment.’
        Steven’s mouth spread into an amused grin. ‘Says the woman who literally crawled her way out of the wreckage, swearing the whole time. You’re as stubborn as they come, Shepard.’
        ‘Damn, Hackett,’ Jane cooed, ‘certainly don’t hold back any punches.’ They shared a chuckle.
        Steven turned back to look out the view pane. ‘It’ll take time to find your crew. The Normandy left Citadel Space before the shockwave could spread outbound of the system. Until we can raise anyone or find a mass relay we can fix, even if temporarily, we’re just flying between systems. I’m hoping the Quantum Entanglement Communicators can help with part of that.’
        ‘I’m surprised the shockwave didn’t propel your ship out of the system,’ said Jane.
        ‘It nearly did. It tore pieces of the hull apart.’ Steven grimaced. ‘Threw me several feet and I nearly broke my back landing on the deck. But we managed.’ He nodded to Jane’s reflection. ‘Got things powered up again, got the crew on fixing the hull, and the Asari and Rachni had the ship flight-ready again in no time.’
        He felt some pride in his ability to manage his crew. But not in his ability to manage his emotions. His hand trembled again and he hid it between his elbow and the side of his body, keeping his arms folded.
        Jane regarded him endearingly. ‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re as stubborn as they come, Hackett.’
        He smiled, amused, but then sobered quickly as his hand’s trembling worsened, and he downcast his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
        ‘Everything okay?’ Jane glanced at his trembling hand. So she had noticed.
        ‘Oh, just…’ He sighed. He turned to her, letting his arms fall to his sides. ‘You know, I’ve been with Alliance Command for as long as I can remember. I’ve faced enemies, faced incredible odds, faced death, all of it fearlessly,’ the anger in his voice increased, ‘but then when I came so close to dying in that shockwave, knowing it was either that or the Reapers that were closing in on us, at that moment, for the first time in a long time, I felt true fear.’
        Jane looked deep into his eyes, her gaze intent. ‘Everyone feels fear from time to time, Hackett. Even me.’
        ‘I don’t.’ Steven bowed his head in one brisk motion. ‘I didn’t become Admiral by fearing the outcome of every mission I was on.’ He let out an exasperated sigh, looking at his reflection in the view pane. ‘Look at me, I’m in my fifties and I’m trembling like a cadet freshly recruited in the academy.’ He pressed the palm of his hands down on the desk, trying to stop the trembling.
        Jane placed her hand on his. ‘Hey, it’s okay,’ she soothed. ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of.’ His hand continued to tremble until she interlaced her fingers through his, her hand still over his, and the trembling stopped.
        Steven felt a sudden tingle in his stomach. He looked at Jane, she merely stared back with tender eyes.
        Acting on impulse, Steven leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and he pressed his lips harder on hers, tasting her warm lips. He pulled away, breathless, and stepped away.
        ‘I’m sorry, that was highly inappropriate,’ he said quickly. ‘I got swept by the moment.’
        Jane took a step closer to him. She removed his cap and set it on the desk. His heart quickened. She took his hands in hers.
        ‘Maybe I want you to be highly inappropriate.’
        He didn’t need telling twice. Pulling her to him, Steven pressed a searing kiss to her lips as Jane wrapped her arms around him.

Continue reading Euphoric Trembles

Keeping Warm – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Duncan and Fiona resort to more creative ideas to keep warm
only to discover how much they truly desire each other.

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Duncan lay on his back on his makeshift cot in his tent, bundled between several blankets he had brought. He’d have thought after all these years as a Grey Warden and travelling and camping out, he’d have gotten used to Ferelden’s bitter cold weather, but no, he had not. He blamed his time at the palace and several estates, looking over the young Alistair in the luxurious warmth of fully furnished homes.
        He was camped out near the Storm Coast now. He and a group were travelling to the Free Marches in an attempt to find any sign or clue of what may have happened to King Maric. The King had travelled the seas and disappeared not too long ago. Loghain had been adamant about finding Maric before determining what to do about anything else.
        Duncan wasn’t travelling with only soldiers of the royal court. Fiona was with him too. He was glad of it. She was his good friend, and the mother of Alistair whom he looked after. She was a former lover of King Maric’s and had volunteered to search for him with Duncan.
        ‘Do you still love him,’ Duncan had asked her. ‘Not in the way that I used to,’ had been her reply. Fiona had stated that she was out here for Duncan because she missed the old days of travelling with him and cherished him as a friend. She wanted to see him succeed and wanted to be there for him if he needed her. He appreciated that. They had been through a lot together, after all.
        A gust of wind made the tent billow. Duncan shivered. It wasn’t winter and yet it felt like it was. His body was shaking from the cold.
        He had kept his armour on, only removing the excess metal plates – which didn’t serve to keep him warm anyway – so he could lie down more comfortably. Comfortable in such weather was hardly what he’d call it, but he had tried his best.
        He heard something outside his tent and the flap to its entrance opened to reveal Fiona standing just beyond. Duncan looked up at her from where he lay, bundled and shivering as he was. Even now, older than she had been when he had first known her, she was a beautiful elf. And he wondered why he was noticing this.
        She entered the tent. Her staff emitted a soft glow, just enough to light the tent in a subtle amber luminescence.
        Fiona closed the tent’s flap behind her and moved towards him. ‘I can hear your teeth chattering from across the camp. And that’s on top of the wind’s howling.’
        Duncan chuckled. His teeth had been chattering quite a bit, he had to admit. ‘Yes well, it’s cold Fiona, what do you expect?’
        Fiona gave him a pointed look but said nothing.
        ‘Well, since you’re here, can you do something to help make me warm?’
        Fiona set her staff down on the floor and sat down next to Duncan. She shrugged. ‘I used up all my mana earlier. I’m a bit depleted, if I’m honest.’
        ‘Great.’ His body trembled a bit more before settling down as he attempted to find a position in which he’d feel a bit warmer. ‘Then are you just here to watch me shiver and complain about it? Because if you are, then don’t bother. If you can’t help me keep warm, then you’re not allowed to complain about it.’
        Fiona raised a brow.
        ‘Sorry, I’m just…really cold!’
        He noticed Fiona rubbing her hands together, her shoulders hunched from the cold, and she shivered too.
        She sighed. ‘There might be something,’ she said. Duncan perked up. ‘But don’t get any funny ideas.’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve heard of people keeping others warm with their bodies.’
        ‘Okay,’ said Duncan, a little too quickly. ‘What do you propose?’
        ‘I act as a blanket.’
        ‘So, what, you just lie on top of me, or…?’ Duncan was confused, but if it was going to warm him up, who was he to complain.
        ‘That’s exactly what I’m proposing,’ Fiona replied.

Continue reading Keeping Warm

The Future of the Force Chapter Twelve + Epilogue (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

By binkyproductions

Relsor sat in his command chair, watching on several screens of the large viewport monitor the battle that raged outside his ship, as well as footage from security cams from inside the ship. He sighed in anger, a long sigh. The Jedi had gotten inside the ship, the Crypt’s natural defences were holding up, and the war raged on. Relsor considered escaping, but he was not a coward. He would face his fate, which the Force dictated he could not escape, and fight Jedi Fane. Nothing else had worked thus far, hence he would have to ensure he killed Fane.
Relsor thought back to Maranna and his son. They were far away now, having made their escape in a stealthed shuttle before the True Sith armada had been found. Relsor had made love to his passion one last time before she had gone. That passion fuelled him even more when he thought of her. He let it fill him, refuel him, and ignite his full might.
He extended his senses and knew his enemies were close. He closed his eyes and focused on them with everything he had.

* * *

            Shadie swayed and gripped Knarf’s arm. She failed to block an attack. Her husband quickly stepped in front of the True Sith before the enemy’s blade could touch Shadie, and deflected the blow, bringing the enemy down.
            ‘I don’t feel very well,’ she said, feeling queasy. ‘It’s Relsor.’
            Knarf nodded. Shadie could not tell what face he was making, but by what she sensed in the Force, she reckoned he had received a wave of malady as well. He held his ground in a wide stance, holding his lightsaber with both hands, tightly. He looked down for a moment and then rolled his shoulders back, shaking his head. Shadie guessed he was refocusing his energy outwards to deflect as much of the malady as possible.
            Brenum made a strange sound but kept on fighting. Trylia looked like she was fighting pain. Fane on the other hand seemed unphased.
            Talyc staggered and leaned against the wall. He breathed as though heaving.
            ‘Illusions?’ she asked. The Mando shook his head. She joined him at the wall, sending lightning to whomever got close to them, but let the others take care of the True Sith while she and Talyc took a brief break from fighting. ‘You don’t have to follow us in there.’ She pointed at the room ahead, glancing to her right.
            Talyc shook his head. ‘I do. I’ve made my mind up, Shadie. Nothing’s stopping me. I’ve got to be there with Fane, for better or worse, until victory or death determines our future. I’ll always be there from now on, no exceptions.’
            ‘You really did clear your mind and find yourself, didn’t you?’
            Talyc nodded. ‘I found more.’
            Shadie smiled. She sensed much resolve in her friend. She didn’t know what he had learnt in his time away, clearing his mind from everything that had happened, but she sensed something in him that was new and it felt nice. It was a kind of purpose that could lead to happiness.
            ‘I’m happy to hear that,’ she told him, wincing and clutching her stomach. ‘Oh, I hate this. Relsor knows exactly where to hit me.’
            Talyc put a gloved hand on her free hand and turned his helmeted head towards her.
            ‘Thank you for always being there for me,’ he said. ‘I’ve said some things in the past that I regret. I know I’ve apologised before, but let me saying it again. I’m sorry. You and Knarf entering my life were the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Knarf is my best friend; you are like a sister to me. We are after all related by blood; no matter how distant, that matters to me.’ Shadie smiled. ‘Fane is my man and my love.’ He looked at the others. ‘I couldn’t have asked for better friends, or for better clanmates.’ His voice cracked. ‘Whatever happens today…’
            He didn’t finish the sentence, but instead bowed his head suddenly, and Shadie knew he was sobbing; she had a sense of him shutting his eyes tight. She nodded.
            ‘I know. Same thing with me.’
            She took a deep breath and sent more lightning towards the True Sith to help her companions, protecting Talyc as he continued to recover. The Mandalorian didn’t have the Force, but he sure was resilient.
            When the True Sith were down, Brenum and Trylia leaned on each other, Fane crouched, closing his eyes, and Knarf bent over breathing heavily.
            ‘He’s trying to slow us down, trying to stop us,’ said Fane. ‘He should know better by now.’
            ‘It’s all he has left,’ said Trylia, sadness in her voice.
            ‘That’s on him,’ Brenum said harshly. ‘You offered for him to come with us, for the Jedi to try to heal him, perchance it might have helped.’ Brenum shook his head. ‘Despite knowing the truth and what lay ahead in his future, he chose his fate.’ Trylia nodded.
            ‘Then it’s time for him to meet his fate,’ said Fane, standing again.
            He reached out a hand towards Talyc who took it. Together they walked to the command room’s door. Knarf worked briefly at its controls, slicing it open. Hand in hand, Fane and Talyc walked in first, Brenum and Trylia next, with Shadie and Knarf last.
            The door slid closed behind them.
            This was it. If Fane failed, they would all die.

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