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The first acute pain flare up James witnessed in Reda completely shifted his perception of where in her recovery process she was, and what side effects clouded the way for her. For him, it was pretty straight forward: wrack ACL, get surgery, let the shit heal, build back mobility and strength, be done. He had let himself be fooled at first to assume the same was true for Reda – having met her during a relatively good episode. But he was quickly brought back down to earth witnessing her state over the past few days.
Now, on the end of day four since the flare up, he finally began to see some light at the end of the tunnel. While Reda was still bed bound, at least she was sitting, she didn’t need sensory depriving aids anymore, and pain management seemed to be working. She was even up for some light conversation, or at least endured him talking bullshit to keep her entertained. She’d even signed a few words.
All the things he’d taken for granted with her just days ago – sitting, walking, talking, excercising. Until that house of cards had collapsed, because things just weren’t that simple.
James insisted on keeping her company during his time off, spending the free time in between treatment by her bed, even though she’d told him he didn’t need to waste his time like this. He’d swallowed the impulse to argue with her about that and just reassured her it was fine for him. Because it was, and it felt like the most valuable thing he could do with his free time at this very moment.
And he didn’t intend to leave just now.
When the door swooshed open and nurse Kalyani entered the room carrying a small tray of jelly, James sat up a little more upright, trying to get himself into a posture that was slightly more impressive, a little more manly, and put up his best flirty face. He’d seen the disgusted microexpression on Reda’s face knowing what was to come, and he was eager to brighten the mood by hook or by crook.
He gestured towards the tray.
“Hey, any chance I can get one of those?”
Reda frowned at his words, but her eyes were rivet to the object of her hatred sitting on the table board in front of her. Jelly time was a nightmare. Eating, in general, was. But this tasteless, gunky, undefined substance of nauseating consistence was a particular joy four times a day for her, when she was taken out by pain or other complications.
Kalyani side-eyed the bulky marine in the chair beside her patient’s bed. She’d seen him around here a number of times by now, and while she was no fan of his attitude, as long as he kept a low profile towards Reda she tolerated his presence, knowing having a friendly face around was beneficial for her.
“Pretty please?”, James added with a smirk on his lips.
Kalyani handed him one of the spare cups of clear jelly from the tray.
The smirk on James’ face grew into a grin. “Any chance I could get a bigger one, you know, proper for my size?” He gestured with both hands forming a circle around the tiny cup that was about eight times the diameter.
“Don’t stretch your luck, Mr. Vega.”
Reda slid her own tiny cup of jelly down the table towards James, and earned a warning glance from the nurse.
“And you don’t stretch my patience, Reda”, Kalyani dunned her.
“Worth a try”, Reda muttered, making James snicker.
“No worries, nurse Kalyani, I’ll make sure to not touch hers. Even if you hurt my feelings with this tiny portion of a deliciously tasteless treat.”
Kalyani snorted and shook her head. Then, looking at Reda, she said “I’ll be back at half past with your meds.”
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“Shepard came back perfectly fine after project Lazerous! Their body is a perfect copy of their original one and there’s nothing debilitating about it!”
Fuck that! Unrealistic! Computa! Give the Commander chronic pain and hella body integrity dysphoria with a side of itchy scars!
"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally
we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write gen fics. we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write character studies and stories with no focus on romance or sex. we have to get on our knees and thank the brave soldiers in fandom who write about minor characters and friendship and family with no focus on romance or sex. i know it’s hard to care about characters in a world that seems to only revolve around ships but i see you. and i love you
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Polls for fans of Mass Effect's MShenko! Please feel free to elaborate in the replies or reblogs as much or as little as you'd like. If a poll reminds you of something you've created for your Mshenko (art, fanfic, gifs, photos you've taken in-game, etc,) please feel free to link or include it!
Do you have a song/songs that you associate with Mshenko?
Yes, because of the lyrics
Yes, because the sound reminds me of them
Yes, because I listened to it while playing Mass Effect
Yes, but not really for a particular reason
Yes, a playlist that's a mix of multiple/all of these
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
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Mass Effect
Female Shepard/Colonist Background
Rating: M
~1900 words
CW: Graphic violence, references to the deaths of children in the second half of the fic
Bethany Shepard stared down the sights of her rifle at her target, her finger sitting just off of the trigger.
Focus on the target. Be aware of your surroundings, but don’t let them distract you, Mom’s voice intoned at her. It was good advice, as always, especially with all of the noise surrounding her. The sound of stampeding feet, shrieks, a gunshot firing off right next to her and the sound of filthy epithets as the shooter missed the target, the brays of mildly alarmed livestock. She kept her focus, exhaling as she zeroed in on the target in the crosshairs. She moved her finger to the trigger, and pulled.
The shot reverberated in her ears and the rifle’s kickback sent a shock through her shoulder. The glass bottle exploded off of the fence post 15 yards away in a cloud of smoke, green shards flying everywhere.
Been forcing myself to sit down and write at least one sentence a day for the past week. I picked an old WIP, dusted it off, and have been slowly making progress on it. Finally have a snippet I feel like sharing:
In two years with C-sec, Gonsalves had learned that there were a number of unspoken rules that weren’t in the official manuals. They were things that went beyond the basic policies, things like don’t stand close to the relay statue on the Presidium for too long if you have dental fillings or don’t kick up a fuss when the elcor ambassador has one drink too many and starts grazing in the Presidium commons.
The first was a matter of keeping one’s sanity, the latter of keeping one’s job.
After today, she was going to have to add another to the list: Never underestimate volus sand smugglers backed into a corner–they don’t fuck around.
Maybe that one was a little overly specific, but she’d workshop it later. After she caught the rat fucker who’d been the source of so many of her team’s headaches over the past six months. So far today, that had mostly involved sitting on her ass near the Zakera docks waiting for the target to show his face…well, pressurized envirosuit.
As if on cue, an alto, undertoned voice cut in through the general chatter of the docks directly in her ear.
“Gonsalves, what’s taking so long?”
Gonsalves sighed and turned her face away from the docks registry desk, pretending that the ad holodisplay for the latest Francis Kitt whatever-the-hell-he-did was suddenly very interesting.
Negative sightings on the target, she quickly sent back through her omni-tool.
“The CI said he’d be here. I don’t need to tell you how important this case is,” the voice snapped back at her impatiently.
Here I was thinking I was getting a paid vacation sitting on my ass so long it fell asleep, she typed back, with what she considered considerable restraint. The red sand smugglers had been getting bolder the past year or two, despite the beefed up C-sec budget since the geth attack. It had taken her team months to cultivate the confidential informant that had been able to identify Jorri Tal as the main mover of one of the more prominent rings based out of Ilium.
“Do whatever you need to just don’t. fucking. lose. him. We won’t get another shot at bringing this sonuvabitch down if we blow it.”
“I already have the Executor breathing down my neck about this case, Gallin, I don’t need you up my ass and meeting him in the middle,” she said, this time out loud.
