littleredrenegade

[littleredrenegade]

cont. from   [ x ]

                    ❝ NO, THE FLOOR IS NOT LAVA , ❞   john shepard corrected patiently before he sent his sister a chiding look, one that said: please stop fucking around already.  ❝as i was saying, welcome to the interplanetary combatives academy, a.k.a I.C.T or N-school, where your courses don’t consist of training grounds filled with lava.❞  the man ignored the rather indignant noise that burst from under jane’s breath.  ❝i’m commander shepard, and this,❞  he gestured to the redhead standing at his side,  ❝is also commander shepard.  —  no, we aren’t married.  we’re twins, so don’t try it.❞  as expected, there wasn’t a peep from the lines of soldiers standing at attention.  shepard nodded.  good to know they weren’t handed dumbass recruits to train.  or worse, a bunch of wiseasses who thought they could step out of line just because they were given this honor.

❝we will be your instructors for the entirety of your N1 training.  to differentiate between us, you may address us as sir or ma’am respectively.  if you need to get specific, address me as commander anderson.  am i understood?❞  john pushed on as they dropped their salutes.  ❝i’ll make this simple.  for the next six months, your training will consist of scenarios personally experienced by me, commander jane shepard, and the elite units of most land-based armies.  starting tomorrow, you’ll be clocking in 20 or more hours a day.  note that those hours may differ according to performance.  how well you do out on the field will determine how long you stay here.  if you aren’t up for the challenge, i suggest you leave now, while you still can.  i can’t drag your ass back to your comfort zone once you’ve crossed this point.❞

the spectre waited, but only hardened expressions stared back at him.  lacing his fingers behind his back, john spread his legs and stood at attention, his voice booming now, echoing in spades in the hanger.  ❝mission types will vary from leading small units into combat over hostile terrain with little sleep or food to defusing cobalt-salted micro-nukes.  trainees who do well are awarded an internal designation of N1 and will be invited to return for N2 courses.  those who return to school will focus on their combat class.  have i made myself clear?❞

the immediate salutes and resounding ‘yes, sir’ was answer enough.  john stepped back, his gaze veering to his sister.  ❝anything you want to add?❞

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with a long, drawn-out huff jane rocked back on her heels shoulders slumping to her sides as she gazed ahead with unabashed disinterest. She always did hate his commando voice…you know the one… right, the one he put on when he was giving some awe-inspiring speech, talking to a reporter, or accepting some new fantastical award. she didn’t have one of those, and that’s the way she liked it. jane’s voice was crisp with being whatever she was, she supposed it did change an octave when she was staring into the eyes of the enemy though. it was just so jane to spout a daunting one-liner seconds before headbutting a merc into unconsciousness. jane’s steely-eyed gaze locked on the children was empty in truth because she didn’t really want to be there. she’d only sort of agreed…also partly volun-told to be here. but…she wasn’t one to complain, stubbornly refuse to cooperate? perhaps…but whining and complaining weren’t worth her time. ’great, now I’m even starting to sound like a drill sergeant’ jane thought, casting a disapproving accusatory glare at the back of johns close-shaved head.

she should’a known it would be exactly like this…taking her back to her days in N school. way back when she wasn’t good enough to break the rules and she was tough there was only ever one way of doing anything: the alliance way. whatever fits under their pretty little regulations. some people were okay with that…and her brother had been one of them. hell, had things changed since then…she didn’t want to go into that now. green eyes cloudy below the surface with intense though looked ahead coldly and unamused, staring through the recruits and off at god-knows-what. she blinked back to the present as her brother addressed her, then jerked her chin in a nod of acknowledgment at the very least. her attention floated away once again however once her brother went back to droning on and sounding more uniform than EDI, an actual robot. better him than her.

her face remained angled forward, but she watched her brother out of the corner of her eyes while he sized them up. she didn’t bother because she knew the alliance would have conditioned any impertinence out of them by now, whether it was for better or worse.

jane had stood with her arms folded squarely across her chest this whole time, biting her tongue. she had plenty a’ thoughts, she thought that she’d better be sir, and he’d better be ma’am respectively. she wondered why they were training N1′s anyway, they could’ve put them up a little higher on the totem pole.

and then there it was. the big ol ‘cross a line and you can’t go back’ thing. she supposed she could give John the benefit of the doubt and say he made it sound good, but rather she’d smirk at the memory of herself being the wiseass who answered that with a ‘well, technically you can if its just a line… it’s not that hard’ or something equally insufferable.

she had been good up until her brother took on that awful tone and stance, she became immediately aware of her cheeks flushing red against her pale freckled face when she tried and failed to hold in a snicker.

she pressed her lips into a tight line and composed herself, shaking her head at her outburst, but nodded in answer to her brother’s question. she took half a step forward, an half serious. she knew the looks that would be waiting for her on the other side of such famous last words but that could hardly stop her.

❝i am now accepting bets on who you think is going to puke first.❞

jane quipped brazenly, shifting her weight into one hip as it jutted out to the side to complete her poor attitude.

she looked in feigned innocence at her brother…

❝what??❞

it seemed like he expected her to correct herself…so she did.

❝right, we‘re accepting bets.❞ and she couldn't help but grin at that one.

[littleredrenegade]

Attention dash!!!

Vin deserves a star from the sky. He is one of the most genuine people I know and he is incredibly passionate and loyal. He truly inspires me, and everyday I talk to him I get closer and closer to coming back to this account. The work he has done on john is unbelievable, and his content will always stand out as unique to him no matter what. Not to mention, Jane just freaking loves her brother with her whole heart, okay!?!? (Just don't tell her I told you that or she'll kick my ass). You should obviously go follow @n7soldiered if your still reading this and you aren't already. Thank you and that is all for now, carry on and have a lovely week.

[littleredrenegade]

mantis-scope‌:

Garrus was gazing down at her with an easily read calm in those eyes, something remarkably passive and gentle. It was a harsh contrast to the scars on his face, mottling him like the remnants of a wildfire. He’d been filled with something violent, something electric, something that set his nerves on fire and had his mind constantly sifting through terrors.

But not now. Not when he had her to hold. Not with her hips swaying with his, just gently enough to be in time with the music.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Garrus answered in a low chuckle. “Though I do enjoy the authoritative stance. Always have been a sucker for a woman in uniform.”

“…You free tonight? Maybe we can go… experience some human culture. Music, dancing, sports… margaritas.”

Garrus was gazing down at her with an easily read calm in those eyes, something remarkably passive and gentle. It was a harsh contrast to the scars on his face, mottling him like the remnants of a wildfire. He’d been filled with something violent, something electric, something that set his nerves on fire and had his mind constantly sifting through terrors.

But not now. Not when he had her to hold. Not with her hips swaying with his, just gently enough to be in time with the music.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Garrus answered in a low chuckle. “Though I do enjoy the authoritative stance. Always have been a sucker for a woman in uniform.”

“…You free tonight? Maybe we can go… experience some human culture. Music, dancing, sports… margaritas.”

As the music resonated in the background of their conversation, its melody dancing along with them through the otherwise stagnant air filling the battery, a soft private grin broke on to chewed lips wide enough it was like it might crack her pale skin. orange-red light pulsed with warm light from the actual cracks in her skin.

jimmy buffets voice, one praised for centuries. melted away as insignificantly as the ships inherent mechanical hum. garrus’ voice was the true music to her ears. jane lifted her head from where it rested against him, painstakingly so, but kept close.

they were alone, the tacit implication of this alone lead the commander to move more seamlessly with garrus. however, rather than feeling the beat she felt garrus’ shifting to it and trusted him to lead her until it became like second nature. she now was able to turn her full attention to the way the fluorescent lighting made his fringe appear metallic. the notion that she may be the only one fortunate enough to be enraptured by the sinewy surface that broke up the otherwise angular composition of the turian’s features, or at least from up close, set a faint heat spreading along her freckled skin.

her eye’s flitted back to his, discarding the option to look away out of concern she’d miss some new emotion streaming through the royal blue orbs. jane’s hand raised halfway toward his face, the urge to run her hand tenderly over the marring afflicted her. she hastily thrust her hand into one of his, curling all five of her fingers around his three affectionately.

jane’s face firmed with cool conviction,

“Oh yeah? ill have to be a hardass more often.” jane almost looked like she’d laugh, but only quirked a rust-hued brow.

internally she was glowing as she stood up a bit straighter, she couldn't help feeling nonchalantly flattered.

“I guess that makes me a sucker for men with facial scars...” jane drawled, voice lowering to keep pace with his.

“I always have time for you, garrus. and well maybe don’t get too accustomed to the dancing... but I’d like that.” Shepard spoke voice at a more normal volume with fleeting undertones, finally shuffling to a standstill other hand grazing his shoulder for him to do the same. she’d enjoyed it but one: she wanted to preserve the life of his feet, and two: she wasn't sure how she’d fair dancing in public

Earthly Wisdom

[littleredrenegade]

one headcanon about jane's sibling relationship with john please!

— I have too many but to even choose?!!

we all know garrus is a giant and well…a turian, so sometimes when Jane doesn’t feel like doing laundry, she sneaks into john’s room and steals one of his hoodies. we all know if she really wanted to she could just take it (both because john is such a good brother and because she’s a very aggressive sister), but maybe she just wants to be ‘Jane Bond’.

[littleredrenegade]

NOBODY PUTS JANE IN A CORNER!

- even if she’s probably the worst dancer.

@littleredrenegade  “SINCE YOU ASKED. Garrus is canonically seven feet. Have fun with that.”

i crawled out of my grave to see this AND IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT

@oneuglyturian john vc:  so, when you guys kiss—how does that work.  do you make him bend down at like a 90 degree angle or 

[littleredrenegade]

[littleredrenegade]

Anons?

I'm trying to motivate myself into being more active, maybe, just maybe, anons could help? Ask me random ass questions, don't be shy! Or hell, send Shepard a cheesy joke or pickup line whatever you want!

[littleredrenegade]

mantis-scope

She was certainly clumsy. But to Garrus, it was anything if not endearing. Commander Shepard always had her head on straight, always knew what to do, always carried through hardships with precision and skill.

But she couldn’t dance very well. He thought he was bad. It was… sweet, to actually have something she needed help for.

So he kept a hand in hers, the other on her waist as he guided her to sway instead of step, easy enough, particularly with the fact that they were still talking.

“Show me?” Garrus answered with a little chuckle. His head tilted to lock eyes with her again.

“I was hoping you’d say that. …Just a little.”

commander shepard was fearless, she’d had danger thrown in her face at every in and out. she wouldn't flinch and wouldn't hesitate. until the stakes were too high. a leader, master strategist...yet she wasn't confident in matters of the heart. No hardly hers, it was garrus’ she’d throw herself into hell for. dangerous, the word echoed through her head, reverberated across her skin as his talons encircled her waist. dangerous, it cut into skin like an omni-blade, it threatened to surge for her heart...but something stopped it. she felt galaxies under her skin, the sun at the center was his touch. it was bizarre...days filled with war, violence, and yet here in the battery she felt more peace than she’d ever known. it was peace she doubted even death could bring...at least that it couldn't in two years.

she wasn't sure whether to tighten her grip or loosen it, and for once she was concerned that her palm might sweat. gazing deeper in to his blue eyes, chin rested on his chest, she realized she could go the rest of her life without swimming ever again if she just had his eyes to get lost in. however...she had to know better than to drown. she still had a job to do.

but she deserved break, and garrus certainly did. the Normandy guns could spare him for an evening. as the dissolved into a sway jane found it easier to grip her words, to feel his laugh through the rumble in his chest. her lip gave a tremor until the corners turned up, and her eyes smiled from her cheeks.

“So that's a yes? because...er...as your commanding officer i can order you to take some shore leave.”

Jane teased, though only half kidding.

Earthly Wisdom

[littleredrenegade]

n7soldiered‌:

shepard eyed jane with a meticulous brand of scrutiny.  the sort of examination he usually reserved for when he’d toil over demanding starship builds, miniature models he’d lost the manuals for and refused to let waste.  although the circumstances were, more or less, the same, the longer he took in the sight of his twin sister, crumpled into an undignified heap on the floor, the more his frustration ballooned.  swelling into a blistering heat in his gut, the man bit down on his cheek.  what in the world was with her lately? 

❝is that so?❞  john drew back, his expression without mirth as he folded both arms over his chest.  hip cocked to the side and one brow hiking higher by the second, he waited, but there was no answer from the woman still sprawled over the wooden flooring.  she was lucky he’d mopped yesterday morning!  ❝is rent still considered ‘important’?  because that was due yesterday, while i was at work.  i left you the payment on the kitchen counter—jane, it was still there when i got home.  … to a pitch black apartment, in the middle of the night.❞  shepard punctuated each remark flatly, wondering if she was even listening.  ❝i also tripped over your ass, twice, because i didn’t know what the hell was happening.  then, i had to carry you to bed.❞

a little stark, but essentially the truth;  john found himself trying to find a way to spare jane’s feelings—but, wasn’t that what he always did, even when she fell into her bewildering interludes of wayward behavior?    ❝do you even remember anything?❞

the autumn haired woman found her throat drier than crunchy fallen leaves, and a chill nipped at the bottom feet, transmitted easily through the oddly polished wood. His accusing tone mingled with her headache and slammed into her forehead with moderate force, now appreciating his sass her arm proved just long enough to more ammo of the bed. this pillow was denser than the other, but she didn't let up on the force she launched it with.

realizing he wasn’t going away, and after momentarily, and dramatically, beating her head against the floor she sat up with yet another groan. her muscles ached and her head was still throbbing. and that wasn’t even from a hangover... she was only in her mid twenties...how was she this stressed?

“i’m sorry, did you say something?” she asked pointedly, emphasizing her own words in nearly the same fashion, opening her eyes just long enough to give him a steely glare over the edge of the bed. she had been listening however, despite herself. she couldn't turn down an opportunity to pester.

daunting ambiguity, tone dripping with sarcasm as she slowly braced her self against the bed to haul her weight upward and on to her feet, though a bit unsteady. she didn't stop to look at him...whether she was too ashamed, or too annoyed, it didn't matter. she was up now...her brother was a tiny bit right. maybe she was wallowing just a little...beside that her attitude would remain gingerly unchanged as she crossed to a beat up, hardly still standing dresser and plucked clothes from it from a not-so-wide-array of dark hues. she was going to get the money...she just needed a shower first. although the purpose seemed a bit defeated, she knew she was just about to get even more sweaty and dirty.

"in the meantime, why dont you take a xanax and leave my ass out of this. you cant blame it for your clumsiness.” shepard remarked, walkinh by the taller sibling with a yawn stretching her arms above her head in a strangely cat-like stance. despite the sense of urgency her brother expressed she carried on leisurely, unfazed.

[littleredrenegade]

n7soldiered‌:

         ❝hey.❞    john gently nudged his sister’s side while searching for a spot to sit down.  there wasn’t enough room on the bed for the both of them and — wait, what ‘the hell?   ❝… jane?❞  he poked her side, but jane didn’t move.  what began as a silent request for her to scoot over, soon turned into john shoving against dead weight.   ❝wake up!  you’ve been asleep for two days, jane!❞   who ‘the hell sleeps for two whole days!?       oh.  right.  people who got shitfaced drunk.  people like his twin sister.       … // @littleredrenegade​

Such gossamer morning light, breaking through an aperture in the clouded window, stood no chance against the dozing pile of flesh, shoulders taut of dark night. Then neither did john, less a saving grace from her death sleep, but more a resurrection pounding against the sepulcher of cold harsh reality that had settled in her head.

It wasn’t often that she drank herself into a state of recluse and general disappointment in society, but when she did her feelings were most commonly locked hundreds of feet deep in a vault inside her. Drinking could drown out her cynicism… but it made it harder to hold her tongue. This was a desire even more rare as Jane had never been given a filter. A groan was all she answered to him primarily, curling up away from his prodding. The harder he tried, the more resistant she became.

❝what's your point? im not missing much.❞ she hollered back in a groggy cadence, engaging only the muscles in her arm to wind back, grab a pillow and smack him with it. A sleep-ridden brain would expect relatiation- but take counter measures that back fired. In her effort to roll away from him, she rolled off the bed, falling with a loud thud to the floor, in a tangle of sheets.

Though one could count on a curse post-impact, not even a grunt was sounded. Sooner, perhaps, she was attempting to fall back asleep on the floor.

[littleredrenegade]

&& alrighty y'all, so this weekend and next week be prepared for some activity. Y'all might get back replies I've owed for months, so this is just fair warning. Hope everyone had a nice day, its almost thanksgiving break! &&

[littleredrenegade]

mantis-scope 

He could read her better than he’d ready any human, better than he might have read anybody outside of his family. Garrus didn’t tend to get close to the people around him… except for Shepard, it seemed. And he wanted to be closer.

Shepard would feel his cheek against the side of her head in a gentle nuzzle, one she had felt before, warm and affectionate. His feet were moving, but only slightly; he wasn’t that much better of a dancer than she was, and he knew it. He kept it simple as the song drew on.

“…What do you humans do,” Garrus finally asked. “When you want to relax, and spend time with the people you care about? Do you do anything fun? Mr. Buffett says you lie in the sand and drink something cold and full of booze.”

Shepard believed firmly in giving her all, each and everyday, each and every mission. She had to be dedicated, in her line of work, one mistake someone could end up hurt, or worse. She also believed in fine line, a separation between her personal life and work, whenever possible. it seemed garrus where that line blurred...or better yet dissipated all together. It was dangerous, it probably wasn't ‘the right time’...but it never was. and even if she didn't know what this was...any little bit of his company was a lifeline.

breath caught in the back of her throat like a hot dessert wind, as she felt his creep to the crook of her neck, the commander allowed her head to rest against the thick fabric covering his chest. her green eyes would've been closed if not for her two left feet, as she kept her eyes on them, even if he had turian feet, likely as tough as the rest of their armored body, she didn't want to step on his toes too much. as commander, it was a bit difficult not only to let go but also to let him lead. apparently they both couldn't.

shepard tilted her head up from where it was buried in the soothing cool fabric of his shirt, she could nearly feel the rumble of the cadence in which he spoke through his chest. she had to think for a moment, silence settled save for each of their breaths, much more steady now.

“We-uh...do lots of things. watch the game, order takeout, go hiking, swimming, ...yes sunbathing too.” Jane thought aloud, loosing her rhythm and bumping into him as she tried to step the opposite way.

as the found it again, she piped up once more, the words tumbled out of her mouth before her brain could fully process what she’d said.

“Ya know...why tell you when i could just...show you?”

Earthly Wisdom

[littleredrenegade]

risenspectre

The blink of an eye was all it took to miss. Nihlus sent a fist right to her weak spot. It was worth a shot, despite how foolish it was. No one was taking this fight as seriously as most would have regarded it, nor as seriously as he had made it out to be with his extremely hostile setup. A grunt left him. His knee bent. Lucky for him, the spur and the armor kept it from going too far. He tried to correct his stance against Shepard’s strength.

Clearly, he’d been too generous with her. Too soft. Though, he doubted she would kill him just yet. That would have been too easy. Too fast. She hadn’t seen him for over two years, after all. This wasn’t a matter of survival, as much as it was an act of sizing her up. Perhaps even play. Her fire amused him. In a sense, he felt pleased with his part in getting her into the Spectres, but it was soured by her current allies and her more recent actions.

Unlike with others  who tried to face her, she wouldn’t break him. He’d been broken enough, and now he had to say on his feet, even if it meant giving up hitting Shepard with full force. His swing was slowed. He shifted his footing and center of gravity, and turned his shoulder to her. His defense had to be as true as his offense. Not that he was terrible on the ground, but he could use more of his gadgets when standing. There was no doubt that both of them were formidable, but disarming him was going to be quite a bit easier for Shepard when on top of him. Though the same could be said of disarming her.

Actually, why be careful with her? She was a dead woman walking and he was a dead man walking anyway. She could survive much worse than him, even if he used everything at his disposal. He could do more. He would do more, and she would feel it. Though, he’d feel it, too, whether this worked or not. She needed to think she had the upper hand for a little while. Perhaps, staying on his feet wasn’t as important as he thought. They could both fight like that. He could create distance afterwards a lot easier than her as well, if it proved necessary.

“Ever sparred with a Krogan, Shepard?” he asked while struggling to stay afoot and coming close to failing. “An authentic one, I mean.” Not that tank-born one. That was nothing more than an artificial adolescent with no childhood.

He gave in. His knee buckled while he issued a gasp and deactivated the omni-blade he still had on one arm to brace himself better for the fall. Perhaps this looked too easy, because it was, even if it was believable. Surely she wouldn’t actually believe he was going to be easy to keep down, however.

After the fighting that led her here, she was feeling particularly scrappy, and pretty confident about her strategical decisions.

Breathing out at the precise time had cushioned the blow slightly, as the expected punch came, yet she still had to bite down on her tongue to drown out a yelp. She seethed through the pain, long enough until she heard him cough out a grunt, and the satisfaction at well placed attack was its own sort of high.

Her brow furrowed. damn bulky-as-all-hell turian armor, it had foiled her plan for the time being. He was consistently trying to play her, well news flash, she wasn't about to let him.  but with the way he enforced his defense, after her last strike, she knew she was on the right track. 

all though she was trying to act serious about this, some part of her wanted to fall on to the floor in laughter. it was hardly a real fight, it was more like sparring. she could see in a flash through his demeanor, his breathing, the little things, that he knew it too and didn't quite intend to keep it that way. good, she was getting bored. maybe nihlus was right, maybe she’d come to have a penchant for archaic kinds of fun. or maybe, as she figured was more likely, there was no room for anything but a ruthless calculation to get the job done. someone had to be ready for the reapers, the boogie-men times one hundred who weren't about to go easy on them. lucky for her, her knees didn't bend easy.

she smirked it was a nice try really, but before she went at him in a violent rage she’d caught herself. she wasn’t some pathetic Cerberus tool who’d make a stupid mistake like that, at least against him. “Funny, i might have to tell grunt that one.” she remarked through slightly heavy breath. She could answer that one with action, action she could channel her rage into. she’d need that extra oomph considering she was sparring a turian, who were very armored. shepard, of all things headbutted nihlus, mostly to be an ass, and that knocked him down? compared to her strategic prior attempts? something was up. she kept that in mind as she pinned him quickly with a combat boot untill she could lower all her weight to hold him down. her bruised ribcage appreciated gravity’s help. she didnt give her self much type to catch her breath, using her arms to pin his, she wanted to take advantage of how he’d used them to brace himself. she knew to be extra careful, given his double omni-tools, she could only hope he had at least some issures with controlling his lower extremities.

[littleredrenegade]

mantis-scope 

Garrus had a hand in hers, his other armored talon carefully circling around the curve of her waist as he drew her closer. With his keen eyes he didn’t miss that smile– as pleased as it was pleasing– and he could see the lingering grin reflected in her luminescent eyes.

The sarcasm wasn’t phasing him. Not with her stumbling closer against him, not with the way she eased into his hold if only for a moment. He could distract her from making fun of him at least, though to Garrus it was perhaps a little more than that.

He hadn’t forgotten about that kiss they’d shared, as intimate as it had been surprisingly eye-opening for the Turian. They hadn’t spoken about it yet, but he honestly wasn’t sure if they needed to. That showed in just how bold he was now.

“I don’t think I’m lacking for the right company,” he chuckled. Before Shepard could totally pull away one of his feet stepped out, drawing her a bit to the side with a sway of the music.

He was dancing with her– a little bit, at least. “This is how you do it on Earth, right?”

Shepard's gripped his talon back, suddenly, absently, tightly.

Some wave of panic sat at the back of her throat, as she realized that when they were this close, there was nothing she could eye. Like they said, the eyes were the windows to the soul weren't they? Since when could they see through the walls she built up high incasing her soul. Since they kissed? Or far and long before?

The commanders green eyes were clouded, but a little less crimson and a great deal more jade. She felt things for him without having any notion of what these things were. Of what these feelings meant to her... to him or to life in general. It came easier than breath, which she was often short of, whether it was due to the battlefield or thanks to the one in her head.

What didn't come easy, was how to act in light of these feelings. She could train hard to be prepared for just about everything else in her life, or choose to say screw it, and have faith that whatever it was, she'd prevail. But this was different in all facets- there was no way she could prepare and no way she could risk her wrecking-ball of a self saying screw it.

His workers washed over her like the most tranquil and alluring wave of the sea. They were a siren song, and she wanted to dive in to the oceans of his eyes, and feel the rumble of his voice across the surface of the water, the 'right company'.

"Is that s-" she began with a bright will to be casual, comfortable in a sense, but her voice trailed away and she had to raise a red brow at his movement, but again stumbling close. It wasn't just because she was already in his arms; She needed to be close, more than she knew.

"Sure, but who wants to sway?" She answered sarcastically, after trying to nonchalantly swallow a lump in her throat.

She did. She wanted to sway, with Garrus. Except she was indiscreet, and she’d already stepped on his foot, she had to bite her lip to keep from breaking out in to nearly obnoxious laughter, to compensate for how awkward she felt.

Earthly Wisdom

[littleredrenegade]

She was dead for 2 years.

And nw I’m thinking about how many times I’m going to correct 2015 to 2016 next year.

[littleredrenegade]

% shepard has never worn a dress or skirt, instances when they do in game, my jane would not have, she’d have worn pants and a dress shirt or a jumpsuit

addition: if you want to live, don't try to put her in one, she will throw hands, and other things. sharp things. %

[littleredrenegade]

littleredrenegade !!

Send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it

@littleredrenegade

Aria!! Okay she was one of the first people I met in this community because we both joined a discord group. She gave me a chance to test out roleplaying Kaidan and I’m forever grateful. She also introduced me to Renegade Shepard because I was like 90% Paragon, so I wasn’t really familiar with the other side of Shepard. It’s been great getting to know Jane. I love her a whole lot. Bring on the sarcasm and sparring matches. One day she’s definitely going to be called out though haha. 

She’s really so nice and I’m glad she takes the time to message me here and there because I’m still working past the whole shy thing. Eventually I’ll start screaming, I promise. She sends me gifs of Kaidan being ridiculous or beautiful fanart sometimes and I get this stupid smile on my face because she saw it and thought I’d like it. I do. I enjoy all the content she sends my way. 

Her writing is excellent as well! It flows nicely and I can just hear the sass or challenge in Jane’s voice. I’m so happy we had a chance to write together before I made a blog and I’m happy we get to write together here too. Everyone should follow her because she’s very welcoming and her writing is something you definitely want on your dash. I love Aria so much.