Came for the Mass Effect, stayed because you rock. ♥
I really did meet the best people through Mass Effect and tumblr.
fuck you? okay. Also, just do the stuff so that future you doesn’t use a time machine to come back and cuss you out for failing something.
Gonna make me feel something for something huh? But really, future me coming back and kicking my ass would be worth it. I mean time machines!
It’s all really not. But I’m totally up for distractions.
I REMEMBER THAT TOO hahaha…. /feels old
It really does make me feel old. When it changed to smut I was so confused. It took me a while to realize lemons= sex. Then they went and changed it. I’m so slow.
Shhhhh, just accept it. ; A; Distract me from writing smut.
But smut is good. Shush you and go write.
Like you ♥
No I’m not prepared for sweetness.
A little baby elephant stumbles into your askbox, holding a small letter in his mouth. He hands the note to you, “I love you. You are a wonderful, loved person.” Pass it on to the first ten people on your dash.
This is adorable.
adsfkjgsdfa xD YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
My OT4 is end game. And nothing you say will change that.
Its okay… we /were/ shipping ourselves in an OT4 last night. xD
That’s different. I don’t mind you guys taking over my feels and dominating my headspace.
And I’m not sure if I like you implying my OT4 is a crack ship.
I don’t even know what happened tonight.
But it was fabulous.
But I need to be semi-functioning tomorrow. So I bid all of you a good night and sweet dreams.
gdsfads WOMAN TALK TO ME ALL THE TIME ANY TIME YOU WANT TO ASFBGDOUDSGFOUASDFIH PLEASE ; A ; Just let me love you… and that was the first grey /ok
O.. first grey. Right then. /cough
I don’t know what to say. I never know what to say. And you haven’t been feeling so well and that makes me upset and I go to hug my screen. And I want to help. But we don’t talk and I don’t want to be the creepy duck that pops out of nowhere and is like ‘come tell me your problems my pretty’ or something.
I don’t know. You’re beautiful and amazing and I love your writing. So I just sit in my corner and stare.
Fuschisa, grey, green~ /ollies into the sun
Omigosh which grey? Because I notice you. I notice you so much and I stare at my screen all the damn time wishing I’d talk to you more but I’m socially horrible and never know what to say omigosh.
Don’t ollie off into the sun. Come back so I can love you! I must give you love and hugs!
This is really, really good
Thank you! Miranda was odd to write. I don’t dislike her but she isn’t my favorite. I’m glad it was good.
Wonderful honey! ♥
I am so happy when the prompters like what I’ve written for them. Makes me all kinds of happy.
Garrus and Miranda and a conversation about bratty sisters. o: (Hope this isn't too off the wall)
So this is the first time for Miranda as well. Thank you, my darlings, for pushing me out of my boundaries. Having a sister, I thought this would be easy. It wasn’t.
Miranda couldn’t say she was a fan of Garrus. Not because he was an alien. She didn’t hate aliens. She just didn’t have much to relate to the turian. And, personally, it didn’t help that it was easy to feel replaced by him. She was supposed to be the XO of the ship and officially she was. And yet everybody could see that Garrus was actually who Shepard turned to. It was petty, perhaps, but it was not something she could change.
She was surprised to suddenly find she was having a conversation with him. A real conversation that wasn’t about a job. “Solona was a brat,” he said, leaning on the console. “She always was able to get her way because she was smart enough to never get caught. And being older she had such an ego about everything.”
Miranda laughed at his expense.
“And the fights we’d get into. We were close enough to the same age. So I was always allowed to hit her and her me. We’d end up running around the entire house snarling and screeching at each other.”
Miranda tried to imagine it and couldn’t. “Oriana keeps sending me vids. At first I was pleased with how… funny she could be. Now her snark is going to get her in trouble.”
Garrus chuckled then and she glanced at him. “Doesn’t it always?” he muttered. “Problem with you is that you can’t teach her respect. No repercussions to her words. She’s going to become a loose cannon.”
Miranda hummed. “I keep her in line.”
She just smiled. “She’s my genetic twin. Doesn’t mean she’s as educated as I am in the ways of technology.”
“You lower yourself to Joker’s level? Oriana is good.”
Miranda glared up at him, hand on her hip. “I’ll have you know my returns are always… classy.”
Garrus’ mandibles flared in his humor. “Talk to Joker. He’s good. If… when me and Solona are talking again I’ve got an arsenal waiting.”
Miranda never admitted she took Garrus’ advice. Nor did she admit that she came around more often, listening to him as he opened up about him and his sister. Because she needed tips on how to be a big sister and he needed an ear for his troubles.