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I promised to make this OC ship everyone else's problem and I'm living up to that promise

Listen. They're cute as hell. And also, fit together perfectly considering Cargo is a neurodivergent wreck needing to learn to stand up for herself, and Echidna is a neurodivergent queen needing a place to let her guard down. Also Berserkers are sexy.

I had a whole meta post about learning to kiss your alien gf when said alien gf doesn't know what kisses are and also her mouth doesn't quite work that way. (They figured it out.)

Side note yes there is a reason why half the nails on Echi's hands are cut short

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she says that people stare 'cos we look so good together

thank god I figured out how to background, now if only it wasn't pure suffering

anyway behold my alien lover x big beefy alien wife XCOM OC ship, Cargo is living my dream life and if you can tell where i gave up on the shading for the bg, no you can't

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Protect human wife >:(

(if Echi were a playable troop I would imagine her to have an ability like this somehow. Where she can defend an adjacent ally if they get shot at)

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because why not doodle some classic couple's cosplay with the ladies

them,

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Moxrider WIP ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

god they're such an attractive couple

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Doodles Miracle because while I don't blab about her much, she makes a fun little side character in my brain

(For those not following my main: She was an XCOM HQ rookie guard who tanked a Mechoid blast to the face, lived, and proceeded to kick ass for the rest of the base defense mission of one of my EU playthroughs. I decided to immortalize her as a Templar, whose psionics help with the mobility issues that would otherwise come with severe plasma scarring lol)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: XCOM (Video Games) & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elena Dragunova/Pratal Mox Characters: Elena Dragunova, Pratal Mox Additional Tags: First Aid, Post-Rescue, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Touch-Starved, Elena is trying to keep this slow burn but her ovaries disagree with her, and Mox isn't helping Summary:

XCOM had brought Mox back to the Avenger in one piece. Elena took no questions as to why she’d led the mission— not that anyone asked. It was understood that she felt obliged, on a personal if not ethical one, to rescue an ally that had given himself to assure her safety. She attends to his wounds next — and struggles with a repressed desire she never wanted to have towards a hybrid like him.

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Got distracted this morning writing Elena looking after Mox after his rescue and getting very turned on by his half-naked body and him being very touch-starved. Not enough intro to put on Ao3, though I'll probably fill that in later— so instead I'll post it here for now uwu

... She'd volunteered to help patch him up, given the lack of staff and lack of proper infirmary on the Avenger at present; but heat was starting to pool between her hips, as she did so. Mox's body was, aside from the damage done to it... striking. Built strong, muscles woven thick and enticing to touch, beyond necessity. Judging by the way he stifled the occasional shiver, he wasn't often touched, either.

Elena's brain posited curiously how he might respond to a kiss. Or to her stripping bare and pressing herself against him.

Both things she would NOT do, thank you. Unfortunately handsome or not, and regardless of his proven sincerity, he was still an ADVENT hybrid. More importantly, she knew far better than to sleep around carelessly. Of all the things to take the lives of some Reapers, sex-related infections and diseases had stolen more than one. She didn't dare imagine what might go wrong sleeping with an alien.

No matter how much she was suddenly thinking about how soft his lips looked, or how warm his skin was, or the way that stroking his back to seal tape over gauze pulled a low moan from his mouth, sending an ache straight between Elena's thighs—

Mox cleared his throat, embarrassed. "S-sorry. Please ignore that."

Given that Elena was sitting behind him, she couldn't see if he was getting hard. ...Not that she'd pay it any mind, of course, or even want to look at what he was packing down there. She was a model soldier. Not even a little horny right now. "Gladly," she told him, though her tone hadn't the bite she meant to put into it.

She was almost done, thank god. Even if she would sooner die than admit her internal struggle of the moment, she might at least find somewhere secluded to furiously masturbate. Maybe getting herself off would force her brain back on.

Actually, no, she wasn't. He had wounds on the front of his bare, chiseled torso, and she hadn't tended to those yet. (FUCK—)

"I can mend the rest, if there is something else you must attend to," Mox offered.

She looked up towards his face. Though he'd turned it slightly towards his shoulder, he'd not turned enough to meet her gaze— and his face seemed slightly flushed.

"I said I'd do it, and I'm not leaving a job half-finished." Even if she would've liked to take him up on the offer, just to avoid the feelings mostly settling in her ovaries. She was still a Reaper, abiding a Reaper's principles. And she'd just covered the last wound at the small of his back as she'd been speaking, so: "Now turn around."

Mox took a breath, conspicuously grabbing the pillow off the cot and holding it to his lap as he did what he was told. (Great. Definitely not sending Elena's blood south. Nevermind that she was now face-to-face with his generously-sized chest, ripped abs, oh god she could feel herself leaking arousal into her briefs. Stupid sexy Skirmisher ...)

Still, Elena pretended she had no urge whatsoever to rip Mox's pants off and ride him like a bull (even if she was failing miserably to shove that thought out of her mind), and like she hadn't noticed him very obviously trying to hide an erection. Most of the lacerations were down the center of his torso. She just had to focus on that, and not on— on anything else. Just finish helping him. Nothing else.

"I'd think ADVENT would have more creative ways to torture their captives than this," she commented, hoping conversation would keep her on-task.

"They had not actually started their intended torture. This was simply the beating I received during the intake." Mox grimaced. "... And a few after."

"Hmph." Elena had to scoot in a little closer, noticing something shining in one of the wounds. "Is this glass?"

"Likely. I did attempt an escape of my own and was dragged through a broken window by a MEC unit returning me to my cell."

"This'll hurt."

Elena grabbed the tweezers from the first-aid kit and removed the shard embedded deep in Mox's chest. He grit his teeth through the process, fingers digging into the pillow, until it was out. Elena promptly cleaned the blood spilling fresh from the wound.

But, she was now at the edge of the pillow preserving Mox's decency. Aside from the oh-so familiar smell of alien blood, Mox smelled of hybrid sweat and prison soap. Elena saw the muscles of his body tense, and he shivered again when she continued disinfecting down his chest, his abdomen ...

"The pillow's in the way," she said, as one wound trailed far enough to be partially hidden.

"...Ah. Yes." Mox's face turned red, and he shoved the pillow down, careful not to let anything escape confinement.

If she hadn't been trying to resist, Elena might've told him to just give up on hiding it, she knows it's not intentional. As it was, if he did, she might surrender her own self-restraint.

Painfully ignoring the way his skin twitched and he nearly let out another moan, Elena decided to tend to that particular wound in full before continuing with the rest. Best not to need Mox to almost expose himself more often than necessary.

"I... apologize," Mox said, his voice slightly breathy. "I am not used to this sort of touch."

"I can see that." Elena had never struggled so much to remain stoic in her life.

"I am truly grateful that you are doing this for me. I would have thought your debt paid when you rescued me."

Elena glanced up at him. She'd paused in her task, resting her hands on his firm pecs. "We're allies now. Debt is not a concern here."

"Regardless, thank you."

This time, the warmth he gave her settled in her chest, and their eyes held connection for an uncertain length of time. Though less distracting than what he'd unwittingly been doing to her up to that point, Elena felt her face burn, and when he noticed, she hastily went back to work. "Just— sit still," she mumbled.

(Oh, the scenes that would play in her head the moment she had time alone.)

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it is time for 👵✨ EVIL SPACE GRANDMA ✨👵

Charybdis! The Scholar Ethereal. Of course, for the existing canon timeline she looks exactly the same as all the rest of the Elders, but post-X2 she starts to pursue a bit more individuality... her people's old methods are clearly not working.

Keeper of the history the Elders have stolen from their subjects, she sits on it like a dragon on its hoard. It never gets taught to the peoples it belongs to... nor is it used to serve their plans, at least, not for a long time it hasn't been.

Don't be mistaken: having perspective and insight the other Elders lack is by no means an indicator that Charybdis is more sympathetic than the rest of them. She is very much still on board with the Elders' goals and complete amorality. She just thinks that perhaps their methods [including herself in the collective, of course] ought to change to be more practical.

Which is not true of her fashion sense. That's just pure self-expression, darling.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: XCOM (Video Games) & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elena Dragunova/Pratal Mox Characters: Elena Dragunova, Pratal Mox Additional Tags: Insecurity, Guilt, Forgiveness, Implied Sexual Content Summary:

Mox is grateful for what he has, now that he has escaped the control of the Elders and bonded with the likes of Dragunova. But there are things he will never forget, and he knows she hasn't, either. Thankfully, Elena is not one to leave concerns unaddressed.

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because why not doodle some classic couple's cosplay with the ladies

them,

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Protect human wife >:(

(if Echi were a playable troop I would imagine her to have an ability like this somehow. Where she can defend an adjacent ally if they get shot at)

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Throws out a doodle of Avatar humansonas for my Ethereal OCs (Hawking/the Patron Ethereal and the Scholar Ethereal)

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she's readinge the book with mutti

based on this post:

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So the zine I drew this for got canceled so I get to just post this lol

my girl Omen, doing her job. She's got a long, long night ahead of her... and week... and month... and rest of her life, frankly. It's not easy being the mortician on a corpse planet of the dying and dead.

Including herself.

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I was encouraged to draw more Hawking uwu

Starting to get the hang of drawing him now, gonna need more practice with the wheelchair too tho