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Lol wtf

man i don’t even know

THANK U DAWN!!!! IM EXCITE

“I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”

“Does that mean you like it?” Shepard asks, fresh out of the shower and unapologetically nude. Garrus doesn’t glance up from the tablet in his hand, folded up on her couch in a way that he swears up and down is comfortable but makes her spine hurt just to look at.

“You said this was made in the early twenty-first century?” he asks for clarification. 

Shepard steps over the back of the couch, light-headed from a too-hot shower, and slithers into the space between the upholstery and her partner’s body. “Yes. Why?”

“I swear he’s trying to imitate turian subvocals,” he says, pausing on a clip of historical human actor discussing things with his butler and looking startled at her state of undress. “Oh. ...Should I be paying more attention to you?”

“The answer to that is always yes,” Shepard says, but swats aside the hand that starts to cup her thigh, “but back to the movie. This was way, way, way before we encountered you, so unfortunately that’s just a coincidence.”

Garrus chirps; a multi-tonal musical sound like the clash of windchimes being hit all at once. She’d learned from Mordin this was an especially affectionate sound of agreement, but she wishes it didn’t sound so much like the alert tone of her alarm clock from basic training.

“If he was using sub-vocals, though,” she continues, trapped comfortably between the cool couch and the fever-hot turian body still adjusting to her intrusion, “what would he be saying?”

“Honestly, he just sounds like he’s dying. Like he’s begging the criminals to stop misbehaving, rather than ordering them. Look,” he says, and rewinds the video, “listen to how hoarse and airy his voice is.”

Resting the side of her cheek on his cowl, Shepard watches the video intently. “I can hear it, yeah.”

“You only sound like that when you’re a child trying to bark your way out of a crying fit. Or when someone’s crushed your windpipe.”

“Huh.” Underneath her, Garrus shifts one more time, and Shepard falls into place beside him, finally rediscovering the precise way they can puzzle-piece their bodies together into something comfortable. “Do you want to keep watching.”

“Absolutely. How many more are there?”

“With this actor? Five more. Others, though... God, I think they’re still making them on Earth every few years. Change it up ever once in a while, though.”

Garrus’s mouth nuzzles her hairline, going through the actions of preening her without actually scraping his teeth across her skin. “Have they had a turian in the role yet?”

“Not yet. Why? Would you want to be Batman?”

“I’d be a terrible actor,” he reminds her, absently running his hand up and down her flank. “But it might be a good role for a turian. A little bit of a redesign of those head spikes, to make them a little more aerodynamic...”

The rumble of his voice nearly lulls her to sleep - the water still beading on her freshly-moisturized skin eventually rolling off one side or another to be wicked away by either the couch or his casual clothes. If he minds her slowly making his side damp, he doesn’t say anything about it.

“You know,” Shepard says, once Garrus has finished listing all of the modifications they could make to the suit and they’ve resumed the film, “sometimes you remind me more of Commissioner Gordon.”

“Which one is he?”

“At the police station. The--” and she mimes wearing a pair of glasses.

Garrus looks down his ridged nose at her and stares. It’s an intimidating look to be sure, pale blue eyes bright and unashamedly, irrevocably predatory in a way that still cuts through to her base instincts like an omni-tool plasma blade, but she meets it without fear.

“Really?” he asks, his soft voice at total odds with his appearance. “You think I’m like him?”

He seems rather struck with the idea, so Shepard pushes herself up to straddle him, hands planted on either side of his head.

in the context of RP I can agree with you, for sure. There’s just something about it that was unclear about the context that really made me :///// because I’m tired of people saying I’m responsible for minors that I don’t talk to or interact with.

@playerprophet 

Yeah I saw your response and realized there were multiple ways to take that post. I tend to default to ‘this person seems reasonable, so probably they mean basically what I also mean’, but that isn’t actually. How perspective works, haha.

The question of How Much Responsibility Does An Artist Have Regarding the Message of the Content They Put Into The World and How It Is Received is an... exhaustingly complex one, to me. But perhaps more immediately relevant; fanartists and authors are given an obscenely disproportionate share of the blame on that subject. 

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Please read my fanfic

what's... ajin...?! am I sorry? You're in my thoughts??!?

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CRY

I just realized that due to a typo that possibly read as way more alarming than i meant.

AJIN’S A MANGA.

I relate Too Much to the protagonist which has never happened to me before. 

I’ve been Having Feelings.

But I am well and you need not be concerned.

I’ll. come back. with words. about why people should read it. when i can figure out how to put them together.

I do this for myself too whenever I find myself returning to a compliment someone has sent me. YOU CAN DO IT TOO

use it if you need it, just make sure you do get little things done every day. Game Addiction is Real and Blizzard is the Master.