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Quick heads up

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 16:58:00 -0700

No update this week due to continued family outings (and silly shenanigans I must admit. Damn you, Steam Sale! Damn you!). Also, while struggling through the chapter, I realized that it was gonna be longer than I had initially planned. I could shorten it and update faster, but it just wouldn’t do the chapter justice. So hopefully, y’all can be patient for a little while longer. ^^;;

Oh and it was my birthday yesterday. I got a tablet. :D \o/ Hopefully, that means more writing time because I won’t be tied down to the desktop/laptop anymore. ^^;;

Now time for some Dark Knight. >:] Cheers!~

wantthepharaohs: A couple only have eyes for each other at a...

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 21:10:30 -0700

wantthepharaohs:

A couple only have eyes for each other at a Beatles concert in Wigan, 13 October 1964.

#i don’t know what i like more; vintage lesbians or the lady in front going fucking apeshit

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 6/?

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:12:58 -0700

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 6/?:

AO3 link here.

Blaarghh. IRL obligations = delayed posting of chapter updates on tumblr. QQ

Thanks for the reviews and the new followers! :] I really appreciate it when I know people are actually reading my fics. :’D (It makes all those awkward questions about what I actually do in the morning kind of worth it. ;P)

Oh, and for any anon reviewers who actually want their questions answered (because I like answering questions…) you can send me your questions here. :] Because it saddens me when I want to reply to your awesome review and can’t. :’(

For Your Future 1/?

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 22:56:14 -0700

In which Anderson chooses the Control path.

An experiment.

Disclaimer: Own ME3 I do not.

—-

Additional info: I have not seen the Control path, nor do I want to really. But I chose this path for three reasons: a) because it was easier for me to write a Shepard that wasn’t part robot, b) for the irony, and c) because I wanted to turn Anderson into a synthetic god. :P

Since this isn’t my MAIN fic, I’m just going to add bits and pieces. No word count quota, like ABP. »

—-

“You’ve done good, child. Now it’s time I fix everything for the better.”

Shepard hears Anderson’s voice in the distance, stirs a little, but continues to slumber against the elevated pedestal. She does not see Anderson leave his cap behind, does not see him rise up towards the main chamber where the Star Child awaits him. She does not see him as he speaks to the Star Child one last time, leaving behind instructions to ensure that she would live. She does not see him as he walks towards the left path.

In fact, she sleeps through the entire thing, and only awakes when a pair of arms lifts her off the ground. She almost screams in fear at the sight of the Banshee gazing towards her. But this monstrosity doesn’t seem dangerous somehow. In fact, she almost appears gentle, like a loving mother gazing tenderly at her offspring. She tries to squirm out of the Banshee’s grasp, but her long fingers had a tight hold, and Shepard is still feeling weak from the day’s events.

She struggles harder when she sees the Banshee bringing her towards a full Reaper, like an offering to a god. She wishes she had her gun with her, but it seems that someone had taken it.

Someone…

She jerks her head around and searches for Anderson, but does not find him. He is missing and she must look for him, because he was like a father to her, and she had fought so hard to keep alive. She just couldn’t let him die now.

“Where is he? Where’s Anderson?” She demands, knowing it is futile to talk to a Banshee.

“He is with us now.” The Reaper answers her, startling her. That is the only answer the Reaper gives. It remains silent despite the barrage of questions she throws at it afterwards, though it does extend an arm towards the Banshee, allowing the former asari to climb upwards and towards what looks like an opening. Shepard does not get much chance to look through the inside of the Reaper because fatigue makes her drowsy once more.

The next time she is awake, worried faces are peering towards her, and it is several hours later. She does not recognize them, not really. They wear the Alliance symbol on their armour, but none of them are under her command. Briefly, she wonders where the Normandy has gone to, but that thought is quickly squashed as the soldiers ask her numerous questions like, ‘why did a Reaper bring you here?’ And, ‘why are the Reapers retreating?’

She stumbles through her answers, and is relieved when the camp’s med officer silences the others with a sharp look and retrieves her a canteen of water. She gives the officer a grateful nod and asks, after downing as much water as she could, where her crew is.

The officer hesitates before telling her that some of the ships had dispersed to other star systems and that there is no way to contact them right now as the relays are severely damaged. Shepard looks emptily at the canteen and feels her throat constrict painfully.

Eventually, she surrenders herself to the darkness once more, this time, to evade the misery that is threatening to suffocate her.

Peace comes with sleep.

—-

End note: More later. Sleep now.

A Promise

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 20:27:47 -0700

…So I’ve finally seen the DLC. And I won’t go on a pros/cons rant on it, because I tend to ramble, and let’s face it, nobody likes to listen to me ramble. They prefer pictures. Like this.

Granted, it’s not that pretty, but whatever. I tried my best man.

I will say this much. I think that it was enough. It filled a lot of holes and there was a better sense of cohesion with the scenes compared to before. The little things were nice too. And I think that I’ve had my closure.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna put my helmet away and leave Mass Effect 3 for a new fandom.

Because let’s face it. The world is totally worth staying for. The people too.

So I came here with a promise.

I’m going to see A Blind Purpose to its end. I have to.

For the sake of seeing my Shepard live until the end. For the sake of all those cutesy/serious/thoughtful post-war one-shots and story arcs I have planned. For the sake of keeping Liara and Shep together.

For the sake of KEEPING THIS FANDOM ALIVE.

I’m going to continue writing.

And I promise you, Shepard will live.

Shepard will have her blue babies.

And I promise you, I will not fuck it up. (That doesn’t mean it’s all going to be rainbows and sunshines though.)

Because, watching the end, hearing the Star-Child AI, All-Knowing Reaper, etc, it simply reaffirmed something that I already knew. The endings that were offered to us were synthetic endings. They were pre-determined, set, and unchanging.

Only we can truly have a limitless number of possibilities. That’s why now, more than ever, the fanfic/fanart/etc is a potential gold mine for the Mass Effect fandom. It is where our dreams and hopes for Shepard can truly soar.

Long live this fucking fandom, eh?

ask-marie-shepard: Why did you have to say that… (( Augh, this...

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 18:51:33 -0700

ask-marie-shepard:

Why did you have to say that…

(( Augh, this is not canon to this blogs current timespace, but it would be at a later point. I have so many feelings resurfacing after having played the EC DLC. Ouf, my baby, I’m so sorry ToT. This is as canon to the pre DLC ending as it is to the current one, so don’t be raging about spoilers! ))

I thought I was done crying, and then THIS. THIS. THIS.

My heart hurts. And this is a beautiful picture. )’:

I don’t know how I feel about this. :/ MASS EFFECT FEELS....

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 17:54:20 -0700

I don’t know how I feel about this. :/

MASS EFFECT FEELS. THIS HURTS ME. D’:

Also, I have no idea how to make proper gifs. xD Oh well.

No update this weeek, guys. >< Instead, a hint of the next...

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 17:51:12 -0700

No update this weeek, guys. >< Instead, a hint of the next chapter to come.~

Next update will likely be posted two weeks from now. Too many ME3 feels. D’: (BLUUUH. EXTENDED DLC NEXT WEEK. I DON’T THINK I CAN PLAY ME3 AGAIN, GAIS. I JUST CAN’T.

Also, Original Fic Withdrawal, Midterm Shenanigans, Relatives Coming Over, and Korra. Just, KORRA. #ExcusesForMyWritersBlock

That said, anyone want to take a guess as to what the little guy’s name is? :]

findchaos: I wish this was exaggeration, I really...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 20:56:01 -0700

findchaos:

I wish this was exaggeration, I really do.

I’m not alone.~

My New Hobby

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 08:40:13 -0700

Roleplaying out my aggression as a Suicidal Vanguard. >:]

Yes, yes. Most of these lines are things I actually say while playing multiplayer with my vanguard. Although I try not to be a douche when I Vanguard with other people. #VanguardIsMyGuiltyPleasure

[Credit goes to crocmon for pic]

Still, I derive the greatest pleasure playing as a Turian Sentinel. With only a Mantis as a weapon. >:]

And sometimes as a Justicar Adept. Pull + Reave = Fucking Biotic Rainbows. Gah. Just, all the classes man. All the classes. <3

Anyone care to multiplayer with me sometime? Or roleplay with my Vanguard? :]? I promise I don’t bite.

republic-citys-bathroom: I DON’T THINK I’VE SEEN ANYTHING MORE...

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 08:25:53 -0700

republic-citys-bathroom:

I DON’T THINK I’VE SEEN ANYTHING MORE PERFECT IN THIS FANDOM

Every time I see this a shiver goes through my spine. @__@

cannibalhalfling: Alera Codex : Nasaug by *sandara This...

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 08:25:21 -0700

cannibalhalfling:

Alera Codex : Nasaug by *sandara

This is just so sexy that I must reblog it. Ohgodohgodohgod.

/sees this /starts crying

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 18:03:07 -0700

/sees this

/starts crying

OTL

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 12:37:42 -0700

OTL

“Tali ho, my good chap. I mustache you to join us for a...

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 18:05:00 -0700

“Tali ho, my good chap. I mustache you to join us for a bit of lunch and tea at the Flotilla Tortilla cafe. Rather smashing, I do say.”

Kudos to Sean for the fucking brilliant pun. :] Now stop giving me quarianstache images. I have a chapter to write. P:

Wingman

Fri, 25 May 2012 08:15:07 -0700

Summary: Drabbles post Ep. 7 featuring Korra/Bolin friendship. Might write femmeslash later. :] (Just a little exercise before I go back to writing Mass Effect fanfic.)

Bolin thinks that Korra might be into women.

She is always watching pretty girls these days with those keen blue eyes and commenting on how pretty they are. Sometimes she would nudge Bolin sharply with her elbow and nod at a girl and ask for his opinion. At first he thought that she was testing him, seeing what kind of girls he liked in her roundabout way of figuring out whether or not he still had feelings for her, but her reactions were never the kind that he expected, and that was when he began to theorize that maybe she was genuinely asking for his opinion because she was looking for a woman herself.

He knew his brother had broken her heart, but he didn’t think she’d started playing for the other team because of it.

He wonders if he should tease Mako about it, but knows that his brother is too earnest and set in his ways, and the sudden revelation might give him a heart attack. Besides, he knows that his brother likes Korra too, even if he tries not to show it. (He is an awful actor compared to Pabu. Then again, there are few people who can compare to Pabu. This, Bolin knows for certain.)

Briefly, he fantasizes coming back to Air Temple Island with a woman in one arm, Korra in the other, and another holding Korra’s arm. They are exchanging smiles and winks and bro-fists and all is right in the world.

Bolin chuckles.

Mako has never needed a wingman, but Korra is new to the scene being a country girl and all.

And she has been especially kind and attentive to him lately. Perhaps it is time for him to return the favour.

Wingman

Fri, 25 May 2012 08:10:00 -0700

Summary: Drabbles post Ep. 7 featuring Korra/Bolin friendship. Might write femmeslash later. :] (Just a little exercise before I go back to writing Mass Effect fanfic.)

This one’s for my mini-me, who was very unhappy after learning that there was no episode this week. </3

Republic City is all colours and street smog and people and loud noises and confined spaces and public property and motion and hurriedness. Korra has not yet reconciled this with her airbending sifu, the austere Tenzin, so unlike this city’s personality which is more to Korra’s taste than the man’s hardened, stiff upper lip attitude and his no-nonsense outlook. She leans against her ever-present companion, Naga, stifles a sigh and wonders what she should do on her day off.

As if the gods were listening to her thoughts, a shadow hovers over her and she looks up, grinning as she clasps hands with Bolin, allowing the younger man to help her to her feet. “No pro-bending practice today?” she asks, and feels immediately guilty. Of course there is no pro-bending practice today. Not ever. Not until Amon is captured and the rest of the city folk are put at ease.

She diverts her gaze and scuffs her foot against a particularly stubborn stone.

“Well, just because the gym got shut down doesn’t mean we can’t still practice, neh?” Bolin tries his best to smile genuinely at Korra, but she could tell that the reminder was an unpleasant one. That makes two of us, I guess.

“What? And cause more public property damage?” jokes Korra. “Just because Chief Beifong is quitting the force doesn’t mean the police is gonna be any less effective at what they do.”

Bolin’s only response is to smirk. He tugs at her hand, and she realizes that she has yet to let it go. She follows after him near the park’s lake and watches as he moves into a fighter’s stance.

“I seem to have the advantage here,” Korra says and nods at the lake. “Unless you plan to ruin this park’s landscape.”

“Come on, Korra,” Bolin whines good-naturedly. “We can just spar. No bending. What do you say?”

They dance until they’ve accrued an audience of four-footers and smaller, wide eyes staring at them in awe as they punch and weave and lightly insult the other. Their admirers cheer as they finish, with Bolin landing the final blow against Korra. The Avatar moves with the punch to minimize the bruising but makes a show of flying backwards to give their kids a good show. When she moves to her feet, she sees the kids crowding around Bolin, smiling and laughing and adoring him.

She smiles.

He is a good friend and a good sparring partner. He always tries to cheer her up when she is down and never begrudges her, even when she denied his advances. She wishes she can keep him happy like that. She wishes that she can cheer him up too and give him what he wants. She likes him, she realizes, but not as a lover. He is too precious for that.

It is then that she realizes why she has been jealous of Mako all this time: Bolin is his brother, not hers, and she wishes otherwise. She was an only child and grew up in an isolated ice land, where she was treated as a student and as the Avatar, but never as a sibling.

She has already stolen a kiss from Mako. Could she steal his brother too?

She laughs at the idea and walks towards Bolin, grabbing him by the arm. She wants to treat him to some place nice—maybe a restaurant with earth-nation cuisine. He blushes colourfully with her so close. Mentally, she makes a note to finding him a proper girl, one who can love him completely, because as they are right now she feels a little guilty.

She loves Bolin, and she cannot bear the thought of prolonging his pain and bringing his hopes up. But all she can do for now is indulge him.

—-

Bolin thinks that Korra might be into women.

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 5/? Archive of Our...

Wed, 23 May 2012 11:42:07 -0700

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 5/?

Archive of Our Own

Fanfiction.Net

Notes are forthcoming.

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 4/?

Sun, 06 May 2012 23:38:06 -0700

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 4/?:

Summary: Commander Jules Shepard, a talented combat engineer of the Alliance Navy, decides that this time, they would fight the Reapers by their own means. Rule no. 1 of tech school is, “If you didn’t build it or know how to take it apart—don’t use it. Better to use your own than tech that’ll bite you in the ass someday.”

A “What if Shepard didn’t use the Crucible?” fic.

FF.net link.

I won’t be doing commentary for this chapter because quite frankly, I am bloody tired. (And sometimes I don’t know if people actually read these things.) So if anyone has any burning questions, feel free to message me in some way. ^^ I will try my best to answer. I will say this much though: I don’t own Homestuck, L4D2 and I guess Shaun of the Dead. References are just references, ‘kay?

Oh, and for those wondering why you got two messages from FF.net’s message system about a new chapter, I ah, had to make grammatical fixes to it. » This is what happens when your beta-readers are busy, and by the time you get a message from one of them that they have read the fic, you’ve already posted the damn thing (after, of course, scouring the document yourself for possibly the 10th time to the point that you’re not actually reading anymore, but letting your headvoice tell you what you think is there). OTL I really need beta beta-readers. Preferably ones who have played all THREE ME games. Blah. /grouchy

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 3/?

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 07:18:17 -0700

Mass Effect 3 fic: A Blind Purpose 3/?:

A “What if Shepard didn’t use the Crucible?” fic.

FF.net link here.

Notes here.

Why you no longer post notes here? D:!

Because it looks awkward, having lots and lots of notes in a tumblr post. :| And I haven’t figured out tumblr’s version of LJ cut. ):

Also, anyone want to play with (or help out) this noob on multiplayer in ME3 PC? OTL (I get shy on random matches with strangers and run off…)