cousinslavellan:

The last thing Shepard expects when she moves into the apartment is a snarky Turian ghost, but that’s what she gets.

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“Are you sure you don’t
need anything? Even just a hand moving?”

“I’m fine, Kaiden. I
don’t have much to move.”

“But-”

“I said I’m fine.”
she snaps, then “I’m sorry, but really, I’m fine. I just need some time away.”

“Alright, Shepard.”

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The apartment building
is a small, inconspicuous building on a sidestreet of a small town whose name
she doesn’t disclose to anyone but Anderson – the sides are weathered stone,
showing wear but no vandalism, aged but well kept.

The apartment itself is
small – a pre-furnished single bedroom with no separation between the kitchen
and living space, just enough room for one person. The furnishings were left by
the previous occupant, she’s told – a Turian, going by the curvature of the bed
– who had left the things there and never returned for them.

It doesn’t bother her.
She’s a Marine; she’s slept on much worse things than a Turian bed.

A week passes
uneventfully. She bumps into some of her neighbors – an Asari and a Quarian, a
Krogan and a Salarian – but never interacts more than necessary, careful to
keep conversations short and to the point.

Then things start to
move. Small things, at first. Her pen straightened and her journal flipped
shut. Her datapads piled neatly.

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Who doesn’t enjoy Jimmu? Come on, really

While they have nothing against Jimmu, Garrus and Nihlus just don’t know what to think about a dog. They’ve never seen one in person and have so many different pieces of information coming from different sources to be able to determine what exactly a dog is and does.

They do, however, see that the dog means something to Jai. Nihlus will soon come to like Jimmu on the basis that he’s smart. He never would have thought a dog could be so smart because, well, a varren certainly isn’t. He also knows a damn varren wouldn’t be able to comfort Jai like Jimmu does. That’s impressive and Nihlus likes that. He may never think about owning one himself, but he isn’t against enjoying someone else’s.

Garrus first likes how Jimmu makes Jai feel. He wants to make her feel as good and actually uses Jimmu to learn how to comfort her in ways he wouldn’t have thought. He eventually gets to spend time with Jimmu after the time it seems Jimmu takes to keep an eye on and decide what he thinks about Garrus, lol. Once Jimmu decides he likes Garrus, the two spend time together and Jai teaches Garrus how to pet and play with Jimmu.

Thanks for the ask!

I’m probably going to be shamed for this, but my favorite scene was Garrus’ transformation, lol. I know it’s a bit maniacally evil of me to have loved writing my Garr in pain, but that was one I was looking forward to since I came up with the idea 😉

The hardest scene to write would probably have to his encounter with Cydian. I wanted the reader to see how much damage a Nocturni can take, how different they are, but I didn’t want to make her sound unrealistic or immortal. I wanted people to be afraid of her, but I know that’s a fine line. I’m not sure what side of that line I’m on.

Thanks for the ask!

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie / BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

YES!! Chartreuse and burgundy right back at ya, lovely! Love ya, waffles!!

I feel so silly forgetting this. I even named the pics for the in my Drive!! Oh boy, I’m going to go hide my head in shame.

Thanks for letting me know!

bronzeagelove:

bronzeagelove:

Hey friends and fam, look at the time. Another tiny little milestone!

There‘s now more than 250 of you following the everyday adventures of my OCs and my steady flow of gushing over hot manly turians, which makes me insanely happy ❤

So I‘d say it‘s time for another giveaway! Yeeey! *throws confetti*

GIFTS:

Two (2) lucky people will get a chance to win either a drabble/ficlet (100-1000 words, depending on my muse; pairing and prompt of choice) OR, since apparently my attempts at turian fashion are well received by many of you, I offer to draw two sets of clothes for your OC or a canon character of choice! As always, I‘m most used to writing/ designing for turians, but I can delve into other species as long as enough information and a template model is provided. I‘m shit at anatomy and not ashamed to say so.

In both cases, things will be discussed by PM and if you don‘t like surprises, I‘ll send you updates along the way 🙂

RULES:

– Giveaway runs until Sept 8th, 2018, midnight MET

– You must be following me. I‘ll check! New followers welcome but please don‘t just stick around for the giveaway (that‘s plain rude!)

– Of course no giveaway blogs

– Likes an reblogs both count. As many reblogs as you want but please don‘t spam your followers!

– Winners will be chosen by list randomizer (each of you gets an equal chance of winning) and will be contacted by PM

– If winners don‘t respond within 48hrs, I‘ll choose a new one.

So… thanks again for sticking around and good luck everyone ❤

Also forgot to say- if you follow me with a different blog than the one you reblogged/liked with please let me know, don‘t want to exclude anybody ❤

Nice question!

Jai came about from a ‘what if.’ What if Mindor Shepard didn’t just pick up, join the Alliance, and have a nice career with the military? What if she was affected by it more than she let on, did some things she regrets, and now feels empty?

Jai was traumatized from the batarian raids on Mindor. Who wouldn’t? But she saw therapists well enough that she felt the Alliance was a great future for herself. Then came Torfan. I won’t lie and say she didn’t take a morbid bit of satisfaction from killing batarians in the moment, but the realization of what exactly she was a part of hit her hard. She killed innocent people, becoming a monster no better than the batarians that killed her family, and she’s haunted with that.

The fic starts out with the final conversation she had with anyone Alliance. Terapists and doctors for the Alliance deemed her unfit to return to duty because of her PTSD, but she had nothing else. She went through a time of mental anguish and feeling like she wasn’t worth the air she breathes. 

It took some time for her to gain enough control to think of her present situation, but eventually she realized the most she wanted in life was to do some good for all the bad. She was a field medic in the Alliance and thought that perhaps she’d like to follow that path, but getting a medical degree and actually treating people seemed out of her reach. No hospital in their right mind would take on a doctor that couldn’t handle her mental breakdowns and even the beginning of her schooling was difficult as her class moved faster than her mental state needed in order to calm herself in bad situations (she can have a breakdown over somethings that seem completely unrelated to her past if the stress is high enough). 

Plus, if the Alliance didn’t trust her, then hospitals wouldn’t.

Strung out with no feeling of being any use, she went to Omega. She doesn’t exactly know why, but she felt like she could do more good there than at a place where her mental state could ruin everything. Being on Omega, she could always take a day off if she’s not feeling it, but not so much in an actual medical profession. It’s not long before she finds Mordin’s clinic and offers her aid, even if she’s a mere nurse or medical assistant, but Mordin saw something in her. He took her under his wing and began training her in his own way. She’s still learning and in no way knows anywhere close to what he does, but she knows enough now to be useful. It doesn’t hurt that Mordin is understanding on her bad days.

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it was a bit long winded XD