#(spoiler alert though her teeny tiny head is covered in fluff)

[answrs]

i found an old photoshoot of Emmie when going through my collection folder looking for the juvenile c.ougar and ;-;

[innepttia]

Fanfic asks? 1, 13, 23? :D

Oh gosh you're too kind honestly get away you’ll make me cry

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK. This is probably WAY too much information but here we go:

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

I’m keeping this only in the Mass Effect world because I think my fave fic is a Hades (video game) fic I wrote in January that is just pure fluff… like tooth rotting fluff. And maybe a Destiny 2 fic that I’ve been actively writing in my head. None of my Shrios fics are in this category but that's just because I haven't written the PERFECT one yet. My standards for my shrios fics are way higher than anything else.

Fave oneshot: Departed

Okay so I’ve already lied about the oneshot thing lmfao. It’s a two chapter fic but I haven’t gotten around to writing the second chapter. I have TOO MUCH I want to write. So it’s been a single chapter for many months… slowly slipping into the oneshot territory.

It’s a mini space opera with a bunch of OCs that mysteriously disappear and Shep and Garrus are on the ship to investigate but TURNS OUT it’s a part of Legion’s code that got uploaded as the ship’s AI that’s acting up. (this is not a spoiler - I address this very early on). It’s like a murder mystery but in space… basically the best kind of murder mystery.

One sided Legion/Shepard (confused pining from Legion’s side), background Garrus/Shepard, rated T for now, TW for OC death

Fave multi-chapter: As It Was

Unsurprisingly, it’s this one. I think I’ve been most excited about this. I so enjoy writing Samara as a space samurai and writing from Nihlus’s POV just thirsting after her. BECAUSE SAME. I AM ALSO THIRSTING AFTER HER.

Samara/Nihlus, rated T for now, TW for mild violence, very little Shepard - mostly focuses on the squad behind the scenes.

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

My yearly wrapped tells me that it’s the album Everything is Fine by Amigo the Devil and honestly? This makes total sense. The music is set to a happy acoustic/piano/violin melody but the words are dark af. My two fave songs off this album: Cocaine and Abel (this one gives me real Thane vibes for my answer for #23) and The Dreamer (oof crazy relationship alert)

Least favorite song that I skip every time is the husband song… it’s a little too dark for me

TW for the ENTIRE album. It’s a whole mess.

One of the lyrics, “So I prayed to god, how can you give them the gift of life, then curse me with the hands to take it away” if that doesn’t scream 1) TW up the hooha and 2) real big moody reptile assassin vibes

I do want to say that Two Feet is a close runner up for favorite writing artist though. I could vibe to every single one of his songs.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

I only really have one that I wanted to write but didn’t. I’m very bad at writing AUs unless it’s like a this-person-didn’t-die sort of AU. Very minor changes I can do. My Nihlus/Samara AU where he lives and becomes a squadmate is even pushing my limit on AUs. (I attempted to do a full on AU with Shep/Garrus and honestly just failed so hard 😂 c’est la vie)

That being said… the AU I wanted to write is a super dark Thane fic. The darkest version of him that I could possibly write. My AU: Thane was never a choice for the squad in ME2. It’s all set from his POV. He’s taken a contract on Shep and he’s hunting her. But OF COURSE it would be spicy. Real film noir style. I wrote a teeny tiny small snippet of it.. my Google doc titled: “Really bad guy Thane” 😂

Weapon charged, she took a step away from her fireteam. They split up to cover more ground, the streets of Omega the least safe place to do such a thing. But he watched, silent, from the shadows of a doorway as she passed before him.

Her hair shone like a beacon; her skin enticed him to his very core. He found himself reaching out, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking. To his disappointment and relief, she didn’t scream. No, this powerful woman would not scream. Instead, her omnitool was unfurling. She ducked and spun, her hair still gripped in his hand but suddenly she was facing him. The blade tip pressed against his throat.

He should have felt trapped. His target pressing him against the grimy wall, one breath away from ending his life. The sharp blade scratched at his sensitive neck and he felt a heat pool in his gut.

Eyes, bright and angry, tried to lock onto him. A sneer on her face. Perfection.

His other hand, achingly empty of weapon or woman, grabbed her wrist and forced the blade closer. It scraped against his throat, each inhale and exhale tempting fate.

“Would you do it?” He asked from the dark.

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