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Yet another teaser!

Wanting to play her own game, he finally hums in mock thought.  “You know, now that I think about it, she did have the best waist…”

She snorts.  “Of course you’d go right for the waist.  Perv.”

“Mom,” Damocles speaks up from her side, apparently catching some of the conversation, “what’s a ‘perv’?”

“It’s what your dad is.”  

“Don’t teach them-”

“Pop-pop!”  Cassia grins and runs down the clear path between the two, inward facing rows of vendor stalls.  Damocles quickly forgets his question and chases after her straight to Garrus’ father just meters away in the parting crowd.  

His father crouches down and the twins wrap their arms around his neck, surprising him at a human show of affection he’s still learning thanks to the too few times they can all be together.  After a moment, his expression softens and he lays a hand on each child’s back and ghosts a mandible over theirs.  Garrus and Jane meet them just as he looks up and smiles softly at Garrus, and the younger male actually smiles back.

“Hey!  Where’s my hug?!”  Sol kneels down just as the two children practically fly into her arms.  She’s much more used to hugging and doesn’t hesitate to squeeze them in the circle of her arms, making them laugh and squirm.

Jane chuckles as Garrus helps his father up.  “They’ve missed you guys.”

“Pop-pop.  Daddy is a perv,” Damocles says and Garrus’ mandibles drop in shock as his father does much the same in response, eyes widening as his mouth gapes.  Jane merely laughs and rubs the boy’s head.

Garrus’ father gives him an expectant look and, still feeling like a child, shrugs in innocence.  “I don’t know what he’s talking about.  He must have heard it somewhere.”  He gets an unbelieving rumble in response, but, thankfully, Damocles saves him from the very situation he just got them all into.

“Can we eat?”

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Sitting here trying to write

When I suddenly get a plot bunny for a Saren dad and kid Shepard fic.

If I could just focus on one thing, that’d be great.

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Oh, boy, now I’m stuck between wanting to art or wurd. On one hand, I want to get this chapter/one-shot done and, on the other, I want to work out a new turian carapace design. This is what I get when thoughts come up to me during a nap.

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hey writers

write-like-a-freak:

friendly reminder that you are allowed to write selfishly. Your writing is allowed to be self-indulgent. You can have self-insert characters. Your stories can be pure wish-fulfillment.

Sometimes we get so caught up in wanting to please the theoretical reader that we forget our writing is first and foremost for us. It’s our art, our self-expression, and we do it for our passion and our joy.

Use other voices and perspectives to grow your own perspective and bring more to your writing. But you don’t owe it to anyone to create art for them, the way they want it.

Your writing can be a love letter to yourself.

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Romance Asks

a-shakespearean-in-paris:

Send me one of my OCs and their LI along with a number to my askbox, and I’ll answer the question! 

For the couple:

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI? 

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it? 

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other? 

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad? 

6. Who is the big spoon?

7. Favorite date activity? 

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

9. How open are they with their feelings?

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

16. Jealous at all?

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

18. Is their any way they disappoint each other? 

19. Describe how they communicate 

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

For the creator

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple? 

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like? 

23. Did you tailor your OC for the other in the romance? 

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt? 

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship. 

26. How important is the romance in your OC’s overall story? 

27. What makes you excited about their relationship? 

28. Is their any similarities to your OC and LI’s relationship to one you have had IRL?

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them? 

30. How does their love change as they get older?

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

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Teaser for a chapter that I’m sure has to get to the point at some time

Jane must have heard his amusement as her voice soon pulls him out of his reminiscing.  “I feel left out on whatever joke you’re laughing at.”

Vocals rumbling, he smiles at her.  “We’re getting old.”

As she tosses her sleeping shirt away, she snorts.  “Speak for yourself.  I’m technically two years younger thanks to Cerberus.”  

She smirks at him, hooking her bra closed in that backwards way she always does, and he huffs a laugh.  “Anything to feel younger?”

“You know it.”  He rumbles in amusement as he shakes his head in response and she stops midway through pulling up her pants.  “You still haven’t told me just what brought that line of thinking on.”

He takes a moment to pull on his own light pants before responding.  He’s pretty sure he’s read somewhere that humans – especially females – don’t like hearing about age.  It’s something about being raised to think aging equates to being old, as if that’s simple, natural thing is a bad thing.  He’s even found stories of females getting angry and offended by it.  Surely Jane wouldn’t react the same, as she’s already so different for the other females of her species, but he still wonders about crossing those little interspecies lines.  Even if he doesn’t intend to upset her, he’d much rather not run that risk in the first place.

When he feels her stare draw on long enough, he flickers his mandibles with a hum in his vocals.  “I don’t know whether or not I want to continue this conversation.”

Jane snorts as she finally pulls on her shirt and begins to button it closed.  “Don’t tell me turians are afraid of being reminded of ‘getting old’.”

“I was thinking more about humans.”  He glances up from snapping his vest closed to see her raise a brow and clears his throat.  “I heard… human females…”

That’s all she seems to hear as she starts laughing, struggling to control herself so she can speak.  Grumbling, Garrus lets her have her entertainment as he finishes dressing and turns to the sink to grab his coarse brush to clean his teeth.  At least, he thinks, she’s not still grumpy from being woken up, even if at his expense.

“Wow,” she says, shuffling behind his back.  “You really think I’m like other human women?”  He merely shrugs in answer, pouring abrasive oil onto his brush.  “Garrus, you’re an idiot.”

“So you keep saying,” he says flatly in mock offense before starting to scour his teeth clean.

He feels her hand on his back as she leans over against his side and kisses his arm.  “I don’t care about being told we’re getting old so long as you don’t say it like it’s some kind of plague.”  She huffs a short laugh.  “If you treat me like I’m contagious or should be ashamed, well, then I’m going to be pissed, but I’m not in denial.  I know people get older, but like hell will I let that stop me.”  He glances over to see her through the mirror and sees her grin before adding, “Hell, you and I can beat people with our canes if it gets to that point.”