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IT IS NOT TRAGICALLY FLAWED.

YOU DON’T KNOW. MAYBE IT IS. MAYBE I WROTE THAT THEY ALL WENT SKIPPING TO ILOS HOLDING HANDS AND SINGING THE RENT SOUNDTRACK. 

MAYBE I WROTE THAT SHEPARD DEFEATS SAREN WITH THE CAREBEAR STARE.

MAYBE PRESSLY NEVER FINDS A LANDING ZONE. 

YOU DON’T KNOW. AND ACTUALLY I DON’T EITHER. THERE WAS A LOT OF LIQUOR INVOLVED. 

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Oh boy. How ironic that after all that discussion about writing sex scenes, the next revision on my docket is a sex scene. 

And guess who’s going to be in a very public airport tomorrow with her laaaaaaaptop? 

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mythicbeast:

http://sanshee.com/store/product/n7-scarf

I need this scarf in my life like yesterday. (I definitely have an N7 problem.)

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Just some housekeeping for folks who are here for the fic: If you’re looking for the mShenko pieces, I have posted just about all of them on Ao3 in an aggregate work called Pieces Form the Whole. mythicbeast very kindly asked if I would put them all together somewhere for easier access, and I did because she’s awesome and I was flattered, but forgot to actually say anything about it. Whoops. (They are also still on tumblr under the mshenko fic tag, if that’s what you prefer.)

One of the longer prompts and the KPW piece have their own entries, also on Ao3. These are not on ff.net.

All other recent miscellaneous fics that aren’t posted anywhere, including The Life Cycle of Butterfliesare under my fic tag

SO MUCH FIC, FIC EVERYWHERE, and giveaway fics and prompts still to come!!

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he inhaled his scent. he smelled of (ingredient 1), (ingredient 2) and something undefinable, that was uniquely (name of buttsex partner)

every single fanfiction uploaded in the last two years oh my god  (via brood-of-froods)

(via ShadesofMauve)

OH MY GOD, SHADES, THIS. ALL OF THIS. Perfect tags are PERFECT because I’m such an IDJIT when it comes to writing these details. I’m AWFUL at it. Every time my characters make out they all taste like alcohol, because apparently they’re all RAGING DRUNKS. 

(via swaps55)

See, my boyfriend knows that I’m trying to figure out the narration and he totally grew a beard for me when I didn’t know how it’d feel to kiss Joker.

…but that doesn’t mean “Stop and try out this sentence” would go over well. :P

AND MOUTHS STILL JUST TASTE LIKE MOUTHS. Unless you’ve recently had something in them. Otherwise they basically taste like ‘clean mouth’ or ‘gross mouth’, and damn, but that makes writing sexy scenes harder.

(via shadesofmauve)

Your boyfriend grew a beard for your fanfic. Your boyfriend grew a beard for your fanfic. That is SO AWESOME. 

I never know what they should smell like. Taste like. Feel like. There’s like, a 5 word vocabulary that sex scenes all recycle. Their eyes are wide and dark with need. They’re wild with desire. And they ALL TASTE LIKE HONEY? What? 

No one mentions how goofy sex can be. Or the moments when you look up and realize the dog is watching. Or that South Park is on in the background. Or you’ve left the blinds open and someone has to hop around the window to close them. 

Or I don’t know. Maybe that’s just me. 

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he inhaled his scent. he smelled of (ingredient 1), (ingredient 2) and something undefinable, that was uniquely (name of buttsex partner)

every single fanfiction uploaded in the last two years oh my god  (via brood-of-froods)

OH MY GOD, SHADES, THIS. ALL OF THIS. Perfect tags are PERFECT because I’m such an IDJIT when it comes to writing these details. I’m AWFUL at it. Every time my characters make out they all taste like alcohol, because apparently they’re all RAGING DRUNKS. 

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Exordium Update

Chapter 46. Subductis (FF.Net) (Ao3)

Rating: M

Summary:

…there are empty spaces between the stars, a cold interstitum of utter dark, where blood runs black and monsters lurk. In the silence something broods, waits, watches. They are patient, constant, relentless. And they are far, far older than the infants now taking their first halting steps across the galactic sand.

 The story lies in the telling.

ME:1, on/off screen moments, multiple POVs

Excerpt:

A figure waiting for them on the docks cleared his throat. Liara looked up, frowning briefly before her eyes flew wide in recognition. Shepard strode to the darker skinned human, offering a greeting as they automatically fell into step beside each other. The human – a captain now – put a hand on Shepard’s shoulder in a gesture of familiarity as they spoke. Liara followed hesitantly, eyes darting quickly to Alenko. The lieutenant did not react, finding nothing striking about the reunion.

I know who that is, Liara thought uncomfortably, even though she had never met him. He looked older now, skin more weathered and face marred by the onset of age. A sharp reminder of how quickly humans raced through their short years.

He was a figure that lurked behind the closed doors of Shepard’s mind – she had not expected to see him here, in the flesh.

Shepard’s status as a Spectre allowed them to bypass the customs line in C-Sec. The human, Anderson, led them swiftly to the human embassy on the Presidium.

The entire way, she did not take her eyes off Shepard. Standing next to Anderson, everything about him changed. His shoulders rolled where they should have been straight. His eyes, always boring a hole in or through what lay ahead of him, flicked more often to his feet. The invisible corridor he carved for himself through a sea of people narrowed noticeably – Liara watched as he turned to the side to let someone pass in a stairwell. The Shepard she knew existed in his own magnetic field – people always bent to give him space whether they realized it or not.

But not when he stood next to Anderson.

Full story on FF.net and Ao3

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luckyfk:

remembering

luckyfk:

remembering

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