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Nocturni Snippet

I wrote this before my mood went downhill and, I admit, I’m shamelessly hoping some feedback on it may get me back in the mood to finish the chapter.

I guess I’m asking anyone out there who knows Nocturni to let me know what they think. It’s greatly appreciated ❤️

🧛

Garrus watches as Jai becomes a part of the Archangel team effortlessly, their initial suspicion in her and the disguised Nihlus overcome by her cheerfully helpful and inquisitive nature. Even if he couldn’t hear what was said – and Nihlus wasn’t really helping by describing it over the comm in his helmet to Garrus’ visor – Garrus could see the easy way Jai seems to find a purpose once more after her entire life was thrown so out of balance by his sudden appearance the day before.

He knows the fact that his team aren’t strangers to the Gozu district’s clinic where she worked helps to instill confidence that she won’t endanger them or their location, but he didn’t need to know of their familiarity with the clinic to know she’d be loyal. She wants to help people, has that charitable nature Omega hasn’t bled out of her, and Garrus has a feeling that his decision to offer her personal aid and attention to his team is just the kind of relief she needs from the new, strict protection order he and Nihlus have created. He can wait back in the shadows as he is now and feel sure that she will be able to do what she craves as well as be safe, both under his watchful eye as well as his team’s.

Perhaps, in time, he can trust them enough to let her stay without him while he joins Nihlus in hunting down Cydian and her Nocturni.

“They seem to be taking to her quite well,” he hears Nihlus say quietly over the comm and Garrus can’t help but to rumble in agreement.

“It’s better you let her do the talking, then.” Shifting to get a better resting position with his new armor, he leans over the railing of the catwalk he’s chosen, glancing directly below at the passing crowds of the Kima district. “Get her attention and get out of there.”

“Less exposure means less time to get suspicious,” Nihlus says, clearly understanding Garrus’ reasoning and concern. “Good idea. Meet us at Afterlife. I’m taking her through a different route than directly across the bridge like we came in.”

Garrus chuckles, knowing the man’s desire to keep to the normal routine Garrus had explained his team is used to. When not anticipating staying at the base, Garrus comes in one way, passes on his orders, and often leaves another way. It’s better to throw off any possible tails that way and his team just seemed to have accepted his admitted paranoia. It’d only stand out to them if Nihlus broke that unusual security measure with- of all things – a stranger at his side.

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First Line Meme

I was tagged by the lovely @wafflesrock16 and @cousinslavellan. Love you, ladies ❤

Rules: List the first lines of your last ten stories. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Tag up to ten friends!

I’m skipping a co-written stories I have with @mosaiccreme because she actually writes the fics with my character appearing every so often.


  1. Girl’s Night

    Jane and Ellie don’t usually plan out time for themselves thanks to their always changing schedules, preferring to keep nights out purely spontaneous, but tonight’s different.

  2. Lotion

    Lily barely has enough time to twist her hair up in a towel before she hears her omni-tool chime the tone set for ‘urgent matters.’

  3. Let’s Kiss and Makeup

    Lily barely manages to wait for the door to the apartment to slide open before shuffling her feet as she enters, a huge, over dramatically tired sigh filling the entry.

  4. Let’s Show Them I’m Yours

    Ellie doesn’t often get Arcanus off of Virmire and out enjoying himself.

  5. Umbrus Nocturni

    “Lieutenant Shepard, I’ve looked at your evaluations sent over by Doctors Slavik and Jain. I agree with their recommendation for discharging you.”

  6. The ABCs of Smut

    “You know,” Garrus says, setting his empty glass on the table of their corner booth overlooking the entirety of Afterlife from the exits to the vast dancefloor, “When you said ‘let’s relax,’ I didn’t think you wanted to go out to relax.”

  7. Efflux

    Blue, crystalline eyes open to take in an unknown room keep dark by heavy blinds, from the ambient lights outside to guide the way through the Virmire streets at night.

  8. Smolder

    Tassius enjoys being able to work from home, certain occasions allowing him to communicate through extranet comms when his involvement was little more than a read-over and signing of reports or documents.

  9. A Date on the Citadel

    Today was the day Solana has been waiting five Palaven standard weeks for, the first day of her week on the Citadel in the company of her wonderful human mate, James Vega.

  10. Osteogenesis

    “Remind me again where you learned how to cook?”

Man, I love starting by stating someone’s name within the first few words, lol. Ah well 😛

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Calling All Parable Fans!

So I’m really having a hard time trying to decide if I want to put Efflux on hold to revise the series and add some things while adjusting my old writing to better fit my current style. The huge and burning question I’m going through right now will determine which I decide so, I’ll ask y’all.

What’s the opinion on turian knotting?

Yes? No? Just shut up and keep writing?

I am really looking for opinions because, let’s face it, the idea I’m having right now wants me to go back and speed up rewrites to include knotting on all the sex in the series that doesn’t have it.

Tl;dr: I’m insane and need either enablers or voices of reason

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Untitled Fic Teaser

[Nihlus] silences his [omni-]tool from everything but emergencies everytime he manages to steal time to himself, and the only reason for it to activate involves yet another trek out into space to clean up the mess no one else wants to touch. His companion rumbles in question, but he sighs and shakes his head, giving her a feigned smile and trill in apology. While he really was looking forward to the stress relief, he knows he doesn’t owe her any kind of explanation.

Not that he’d give her any, like he could.

Turning away from her, he starts to push his way through the faceless mass of dancers and drunken patrons grinding to the pounding beat of the club’s music. The sound and presence of so many makes his plates itch as he switches into Spectre Kryik, the alert and call to arms more important that relief. If he still sought pleasure over duty, he’d be no better than the mercs who birthed him. He has his moments of privacy, but he’d be nothing but filth if not for the struggle he endured to gain the position he’s in.

When he manages to get out of the club and into the quieter expanse of the bustling Zakera Ward, he opens his tool’s interface to check the caller before he opens an actual line of communication. Usually, he sends a message to the Council’s communication specialist to alert them of his position in a non-secure location. It gives him time to get somewhere to hear their most definitely sensitive mission parameters.

This hail, however, comes from Saren, his former mentor.

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I’m trying to make this supernatural fic more gritty than Parable and Fibonacci. I have no clue if it’s even coming out that way.