#fShoker

[kyratittyfish]

Sketched my gal AJ Shepard and her boy Joker all dressed up and ready to slay at the Citadel Casino during the Citadel DLC!

(Cause Joker deserved to be a possible date.)

[hatboyproject]

One of the ways the conversation after Mordin's recruitment mission in 3 can go. He's only quite so forward with Shepard if they've flirted with him at least once before this... otherwise it's a different line! The aim here is to give a sense of building tension between them and contribute to Joker having different levels of confidence about the entire situation depending on Shepard's interactions with him. I'm finishing up the animations on the other path, and will post that in the coming days, I am sure.

[thatdreadbitch]

Two Umbrellas

My @hatboyexchange gift for @comeoniwantacoolname Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Female Shepard/Jeff "Joker" Moreau Rating: General Audiences Summary: Angela Shepard and Joker try to have a redo of their sushi restaurant date years after the war in their apartment. Words: 1017 Thank you @sephraem and @dramaqueenharley for being amazing beta-readers. ~~

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Joker carefully set the souffle on the side table to cool. He still had some time before Angela got back to the apartment from her errands around the Citadel. The least he could do was surprise her with her favorite birthday dinner since he couldn't join her on the errands. The strain on his bones while his hoverchair was in the repair shop was too much sometimes and this week was one of those weeks.

Two loud barks from the other room snapped him out of his thoughts. Before he had the time to react to the large border collie barrelling into the room, he heard the sound of the apartment door opening and closing before the dog climbed up onto the chair, knocked over the pan onto the floor, and began running around Angela as she entered the apartment with a few bags in her arms, continuing to bark excitedly while circling around the apartment.

“Penguin.” He groaned, carefully picking up the pan with the kitchen towel and scooping the ruined souffle into the garbage can. He couldn't hide the frown that formed. The one thing he had to show Ange just how perfect he saw her as and it was now ruined. 

“What’s the matter, Joker?” Ange asked, walking closer to the mess that Penguin had made.

”I just . . . I wanted this dinner to be perfect - you know, like you - to make up for how things turned out at the sushi place all those years ago.“

“Jeff, you don't need to try so hard to make things perfect for me. Just be yourself. Besides, the sushi place wasn't your fault.” Her soft laugh was angelic to his ears as she walked over to the stove. ”So, what are you cooking for dinner tonight?“

”I’m making some Yakisoba fried rice and I’ve got chicken in the oven, I would have ordered it to go but the restaurant was shut down for maintenance. They said something about wanting to install reinforced glass around the fish tank they have.“

“Need some help?”

“Relax, I can handle it. That is unless Penguin decides he wants to help. Besides, it’s your birthday and you deserve to not have to worry about cooking. If anyone in this Galaxy has earned a break it’s you.” He half-joked. Sometimes he wondered how he was so lucky to have gotten so many chances with her already, even if he knew too well the need to cherish every moment with the people he cared about. 

The dog whined and tilted his head at him snapping Joker out of his thoughts.

“Oh don’t give me that, Penguin. The puppy dog eyes might work on Hilary or Ange but I see right through them. You’re not going to get any extra treats from me.” The dog whined again, lowering his head to the floor and walking out of the room. “Oh  . . . fine, come here.” Joker set aside the food he was working on to take a few dog treats out of the cabinet and put them on the floor for the dog. “Don’t pretend I never gave you anything though.” The dog barked happily, running up to him and licking his fingers before eating the treats off the floor and running back into the living room. “Master manipulator that one.” Joker went to wash his hands after cleaning up the rest of the souffle that Penguin had decided to decorate the floor with.

“Jeff . . .”

“Yes, Ange?”

“I think you're burning the rice.”

“Shit shit shit.” He muttered, carefully hurrying over to move the skillet off the stovetop. He'd been so distracted. “First, you become the savior of the Galaxy and now the savior of this apartment . .  and dinner.”  He tried not to laugh, stirring the rice in the pan to prevent it from burning.

“Distracted?”

“With someone like you, gee I wonder why I would be distracted.” he mused. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” She set some of the bags she had brought with her on the counter.  “You focus on the rice and chicken, I’ll make the lemon curd-filled lemon cupcakes we both love.”

“Aye Aye Smoochbunny, I think we still have some of that blueberry frosting, assuming Penguin hasn't gotten into it in his quest to sabotage all human desserts so that he can steal your attention.” He joked, taking the chicken out of the oven so Angela could put the cupcakes in. “Any update from Hilary on when the repairs on the farm will be finished? I think Penguin is only getting into trouble because he’s starting to go a little stir-crazy. I think his breed of dogs needs a lot of exercise.”

“She says they should be finished by the end of the week.”

They continued to talk while the cupcakes cooked and he made the plates for both of them. 

“By the way, Ange, Happy Birthday.” Joker kissed her cheek as he walked towards the table with both plates of food and set them down before returning to the kitchen to retrieve some glasses for their drinks. “I know I already said it today but I wanted to say it again.”Joker poured the Gin and tonic into the glasses before taking a seat while Angela set the cupcakes out on the counter to cool. “There, now everything's perfect . . . wait.“ He got up to go to the other room and fetch the single rose in a vase he had gotten for this dinner and placed it on the table. ”Okay. Now it's perfect.“

”Wait. Let me add something.“ Angela smiled widely, took something out of one of the shopping bags, and held it up. It was a small pack of little paper parasols. ”Since I remembered you wanted them last time. She opened two of them up and put them in his drink before placing one into hers. “There. Now it's perfect.”

“Two Umbrellas? Wow, I can't believe you remembered something like that.” Joker reached for his drink and raised his glass to hers. “To us, and hoping that the third time we save the Galaxy it stays saved on its own.”

[spaced0lphin]

Shokerex OT3 Oneshot

I wrote this oneshot on my phone like two years ago and it'd just been sitting there, rotting, so today I decided to tidy it up and post it for your enjoyment. Yes, friends and fae, I have written the (to my knowledge) only OT3 fic about fShepard/Joker/Wrex on Ao3. Which is baffling to me, because, like, kromance or bust, my guys

It deals with an established couple inviting an old friend to have some fun.

Anyways yeah it's rated E for Fuck Off if You're Under 18. Thanks

[the-shotce-newsletter]

And I also got to work with @oratorio-the-writer for the Mass Effect Big Bang over at @mebigbang !! I had fun learning about her Shepard and her fic had so many of my favorite characters in it, please read it over here!

[ljandersen]

Mass Effect Fanfic Ship Stats

I compiled an average for AO3 stats based on ME ship. I stratified the list for a ship from greatest to least for each variable (kudos, hits, BM, etc). I'm using median vs mean due to ease in collection and to correct for outliers. I filtered out confounding ships to better isolate the ship being studied.

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Major ships I studied:  

Shakarian (4147), FShenko (2247), MShenko (2095), FShiara (1299)

Minor ships I studied:  

FShrios (740), FShega (287), FShoker (274), Shaynor (160)

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RESULT AVERAGES:

Kudos:

Shakarian (55), MShenko (51), FShiara (50), FShoker (40), Shaynor (40), FShrios (39), FShega (30), FShenko (22)

Hits:

FShiara (1180), Shakarian (1000), MShenko (930), Shaynor (970), FShoker (830), FShrios (670), FShega (550), FShenko (420)

Bookmarks:

Shakarian (5), Shaynor (4), MShenko (3), FShiara (3), FShoker (3), FShrios (3), FShega (2), FShenko (1) 

Comments:

Shakarian (6), MShenko (5), FShega (5), FShiara (4), Shaynor (4), FShoker (3), FShrios (4), FShenko (2)

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SAMPLE CHARACTERISTICS

I compared characteristics to identify confounding factors. Samples are comparable and indicate the primary causative variable is the ship.

Word Count:

FShiara (3000), Shaynor (2500), Shakarian (2400), MShenko (2300), FShoker (2100), FShrios (2000), Shega (2000), FShenko (1800)

Date Posted:

MShenko (Jan 2016), FShenko (May 2016), FShrios (June 2016), Shakarian (Dec 2016), FShiara (Jan 2017), FShoker (Jan 2017), FShega (Jan 2017), Shaynor (April 2017)

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EPIC-LENGTH FIC STATS

Out of curiosity, since I love to read and write epics, I compared the major ships for >80,000 words.  Data is less dependable since sample size is less.

Kudos: 

MShenko (220), Shakarian (126), FShiara (117), FShenko (75)

Word Count:

FShiara (140,000), MShenko (138,000), FShenko (136,000), Shakarian (131,000)

Sample Size:

Shakarian (149 total, 44% completed), FShiara (79 total, 43% completed), FShenko (73 total, 51% completed), MShenko (40 total, 73% completed)

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Commentary:  

Popularity Stats: The major ships, except for FShenko, consistently have the highest stats.  Despite the larger sample size, Shakarian performs the same as MShenko and FShiara.  The minor ships I studied were about equal.  FShenko consistently had less than half the stats of the other major ships and brings up the rear, even behind the minor ships studied.

Epic-Length Stats: MShenko has nearly twice as many kudos on average as Shakarian and FShiara and three times as many as FShenko.  This is likely due to the smaller number of epic-length fics available and the higher completion rate. FShiara and Shakarian are about equal. Again, FShenko takes up the tail.

Kudos/Hits Ratio:  To correct for the wide range in popularity (hits), I calculated the median kudos / median hits. 

FShrios (5.7%), Shakarian (5.6%), MShenko (5.5%), FShenko (5.2%), FShega (5.1%), FShoker (4.8%), FShiara (4.2%), Shaynor (4.0%)

With these results, it appears minor ships and FShenko fall amid the major ships. The difference in average number of kudos seems more a factor of ship popularity (hits) than a difference in reader responsiveness.  

Conclusions:

Most major ships have higher stats than minor ships (unsurprisingly)

Shakarian, MShenko, and FShiara are the most popular and fall about even

FShenko is the least popular. It falls well below other major ships and is even outperformed by the minor ships I studied

Correcting for popularity (hits), the ships get about equal engagement.  FShenko and the minor ships fall even with the Shakarian, MShenko, and FShiara  

*** Note on ship selection:  There were more m/m ships I tried to study, but after eliminating confounding ships, they had too small of a sample size (Steve Cortez/Male Shepard, James Vega/Male Shepard, Garrus Vakarian/Male Shepard).  I didn't explore MShep/Female due to lack of interest, but generally, it appears to be on the low end of average kudos (20-30 range).

[fromyourtwmsecretadmirer]

You mentioned you were really proud of your Shoker series, so as part of @thewritemoment Secret Admirer week I went ahead and made you a book cover for the series @guileandgall This was the only faceclaim in your Leah Shepard tag so I hope this image is ok! Also today is the last day for the event so Happy Valentine’s Day! Fic series here for any shoker fans out there!

[thewolfamongussy]

look at my kids i love them

[arcadeghostadventurer]

HELLO! THERE IS MORE TO THIS NOW!!

6K, a little angsty, a little funny. ending? fluffy like cotton candy.

Summary: Shepard's undeliberate choice of fidget toy has a tendency to shed. Especially in a metal ship. That is made of metal.

Joker is collecting them for completely non-creepy reasons. He swears.

(this is definitely not inspired by my own adhd or anything haha wdym) SO. Shepard has trouble staying still. Well, not really. She CAN stay focused if she has SomethingTM to focus on. But waiting on the ship in transit from place to place? Doing menial shit like reading reports or listening to higher ups? Her mind tends to wonder.

And not to good places either.

So, she keeps her hands busy with… A ball of scrap magnets. She picks up the scrap ball while checking up on Daniels and Donnelly and just starts fiddling with it. What do you know? It helps. So she keeps it. Not like D&D needs it, it’s just scrap pieces stuck together.

But the thing about being in a metal ship with a ball of magnets is that she keeps leaving bits and pieces stuck in random places. Joker knows where they’re coming from. And he keeps collecting them.

Look, he intends to give them back. At first. But it’s… Nice. It’s something about Shepard. Not something everyone knows about her. Hell, Joker might even be the only one who realized the pattern. He will not elaborate how; thank you very much.

But he did. And now he just can’t bring himself to give them back.

It’s a little foolish. Okay, it’s like… MEGA corny foolish. But it makes him feel… Special. Like him and Shepard have a little secret, just for the two of them. Even if Shepard has no idea that Joker also has a growing pile of rubbish magnets in his pocket that he fiddles with when alone.

It’s not like Shepard is pressed about the losses. She just picks up more anytime she visits D&D in the engine room.

Joker, of course, has no plans to bring it up. Or ever give back the now quite sizable ball of magnets that he’s built up. All touched by Shepard. Alright, he even creeps himself out with that. Creepy. Stop.

He would. Though his ball (hehe) has gotten big enough that it just… “Attracts” Shepard’s one day.

They are standing side by side. In the elevator. No biggie. Joker is definitely acting quite professional and-

Now their pockets are stuck to each other’s.

[kyratittyfish]

PSA: I evolved.

Aka HatBoy is no longer alone in his portrait series.

Here he is, with the awesomest girlfriend in the Galaxy, who also happens to be Commander Angela J. Shepard. A total badass. A pretty hot one.

Anyway. This is their first time doing the deed, they're both a bundle of nerves and desire, and they're making me feel things.

Hope it makes y*all feel things too. Good things.

*I tried to post this here on Tumblr multiple times, and it kept getting hidden due to sexual themes. From now on, all my art will also be posted on Deviantart and linked here to prevent censoring*

[hatboyproject]

Yes, I'm going to change "Babe With the Bullets" to be something else for BroShep. "Hunk Who Killed Harbinger" is top contender. Proof that I'm making it work for DudeShep, too!

[juleshawke]

Get To Know Me Meme

Tagged by : @vorchagirl- thank you for the thought ;)

Rules:  Tag nine hundred people you want to know better.

I’ll tag … anyone who wants to do this

Relationship status: Married - for a long time lol - 42yrs this year.

Favorite color: Purple. (my house is all shades of purple on the inside)

Top ships: fReyder, fShenko, fShega, fshoker, mreyder, mshenko, Harry Carlyle x Sara Ryder, zaeed x femshep, Major Coats x femshep, kaidan x steve

Last song: Innocent Man - Rag’n‘Bone Man

Last movie: Avengers - Infinity War (getting ready for Endgame)

[spaced0lphin]

What's In a Name?

A Shoker Fluff

Sorry I don't know how to do Read More on mobile.

“Listen, I just think he needs a name that suits him. Lots of people call their pets weird stuff like, I dunno, ‘Nibbles’ or something.” Joker peered through his own reflection at the small, puffy creature; its weird, giant cheeks stuffed full of seeds or hay or whatever it ate; he’d never seen one up close before. It turned around, nose wiggling, whiskers flying around. “I just think it’s demeaning, you know? Should sound like he’s one of us.”

"Didn’t you suggest Wrex name his firstborn son ‘Sue?’”

“What? How’s that demeaning? That’s a serious suggestion with a lotta history behind it,” he said, shrugging. The steely look Shepard shot back made him bite down on his lip to keep in the snicker threatening to escape. “Look, after all the names he’s thrown at me lately, I figured he deserved a recommendation back.”

Shepard cocked her head to one side, nudging his shoulder before looking back at the little not-rat. “Oh yeah? What’s he giving you name recommendations for?” She asked.

“Ah, well, you know.” He rubbed at the well-worn fabric covering the bill of his cap. “A lotta krogan are a bit... fixated right now.”

“I can’t blame them. I’m sure they’re not alone, either.” Her sigh steamed up the glass, turning the little guy into a blur for a few seconds. “There’s a lot to rebuild,” she said, then fell silent.

Joker swallowed. This really wasn’t a subject he meant to bring up. He really hadn’t meant to have found himself listening with actual interest when Wrex was going on and on about the beauty and ferocity of krogan motherhood, either. He really didn’t mean to then visualise himself and Shepard painting the walls of a nursery, or teaching a tiny person with eyes just like hers how to say ‘all systems nominal.’ He certainly didn’t mean to grin sheepishly when Wrex clapped his headrest and wished him fruitful fatherhood. Thing is, it was only ever a thought - only ever a fleeting fantasy, and nothing Joker ever seriously considered for more than five minutes at a time. But, somewhere, deep down inside, a peculiar warmth sprouted in him whenever he thought about it. Like a seed. He shook his head. It was rhe wrong time to be thinking about warm seeds sprouting in people.

“How about ‘Henry?’” He blurted.

“Hmm,” she murmured, narrowing her eyes in thought. “Too plain.”

It’d never work. Could never work. As Shepard touched her finger to her chin in contemplation, Joker tried to imagine either one of them slowing down enough to even let something like that happen. Where would either of them find the time in all this? Hell, they barely found any time as it was. No way. Growing up with either of them as parents wasn’t realistic. Not unless both he and Shepard just… stopped. But how the hell do you just stop? He slid his arm around her shoulders.

“Jones?” She asked.

“Suits a cat better,” he replied. “Rheyn.” He said, nodding sagely.

“Maybe if he was a girl. You see those under his tail, right?”

“Sorta hard to miss. Okay… Nyher.”

“What?” She laughed. “That one of the ones Wrex gave you?”

“Yrneh.” He contorted his face. “Enyrh… Hryen?”

“… Wait. Are all your suggestions going to be Henry with the letters conspicuously rearranged?”

“It’s my dad’s name,” he said.

“Ah... I see…” She trailed off, the weight of her head settling against his neck.

“I guess naming a mouse after my dad is kinda weird,” he mused. “They only live like two years, right?”

“He isn’t a mouse.”

“I know my dad’s not a mouse, Shepard, jeez,” he replied with feigned irritation. Her lips tickled as they brushed against his neck. “... His callsign was Sputnik, you know.”

“Why?”

“On his first solo run, he smashed into a satellite,” he explained, grinning. “Man, he was the worst at Newtonian Flight.”

“Wow. Good the apple fell a little far from the tree there.” She said through a smile, tapping his nose.

“Yeah. Lucky for you.”

Her eyes, looking back up at him, were the only spaces in the room all of a sudden. Shepard’s arms encircled him, her fingers lacing together at the small of his back. Her lips locked with his, and for a moment, the expanse of his mind was turned into nothing but tingly static. Her fingertips danced along his skin and traced their way through his beard, and when she broke the kiss at last, he couldn’t do anything at all except grin like total idiot.

“Whoa. What was that for?” He asked, barely above a whisper.

Shepard said nothing at first, just kept swirling her fingers in a way that made his eyelids heavy, and his lungs strain to take in more of her gentle, clean scent. The creak of her leather jacket seemed loud in a way he’d never noticed before; just so noticeably, unnecessarily loud. How good would it be to slide it down her arms and off her, onto the floor…

“Do you ever think about it?” She asked. “Rebuilding, I mean.”

“Uh,” he said, and cleared his throat in an effort to get at least some blood back into his brain. “Uh, yeah. I guess.” He nodded, mumbling, “I mean, no more than anybody else does.” Shepard was doing that thing where she stroked little circles on the back of his neck. It made it hard to concentrate. “Which is a lot, really… Kind of a big job… Dunno that stopping is an option… for us.” Her touch was like magic. He'd tried a few times to rub his own neck like that, but it never worked the same.

“We belong up here, and we both know it.” She replied, quietly.

“I like… thinking about it… sometimes…” He let his eyes close, leaning his weight on her just a little.

“Me too.” Shepard said, holding his face in her hands. Her forearms were so soft under his palms, he could sweep up and down them forever and never get bored.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” she said, pressing herself to him. “A lot. I always liked the name Rhiannon.”

The image of a little girl with eyes just like Shepard’s flashed through his mind’s eye again, this time pulling a kite through a park on the Citadel, or somewhere else very far away. A knot twisted itself up inside Joker’s throat. He swallowed hard. “Hey… you pointed his nuts out to me less than five minutes ago as a way to discount my amazing suggestion. You can’t name him that.” Shepard’s answering silence made that stupid knot in his throat get three times bigger at least. He nudged her. “You’re the one insisting on gendered names for the rat. Don’t break your own rules. Bad for morale.”

“He’s not a rat.”

“Mouse, then.” The gentle rustle of her head shaking side to side against his chest and the soft puff of air as she sighed at his apparent ignorance made him crack a smile.

The creature seemed to be listening, its round ears swivelled in their direction, big black eyes looking right at them. It touched a little pink paw to the glass. Trying to get a better look, he guessed.

“Hey,” he said softly into Shepard’s ear. “Rhiannon is the best name.”

She squeezed him around the waist. “What would we do with the last name?”

“Mmm, I dunno, I sorta feel like if you were gonna carry a kid around for nine months and then pop it out, you oughtta get top billing.”

“Could double-barrel it?”

“I don’t envy that kid, trying to learn how to spell all that. Just Shepard, I think.”

“I like Moreau.” She planted a kiss on the vinyl plating above his collarbone. “There’s a guy with that name I’m a little crazy about.”

“Heh,” he sniffed. “Y’know… I’m the last one, Shepard. Last Moreau standing, and it’s the one with the creaky legs. Universe has a sick sense of humour.”

“I’m sorry, Jeff.”

“I’m not. We did everything we could. If I hung around dwelling on every time the universe dicked on me, I’d never get up in the morning. But you know what?”

“You don’t get up in the morning,” came her dry retort. “Not if you can help it.”

“That… is true, and also detracts from my point, but it is true,” he said. “I was gonna say… Sometimes, a family is real big, or whatever. Like Wrex’s will be. Sometimes, it’s you, me, and a not-rat.”

Despite being strong enough to probably tear a hovercar in half, Shepard tightened her warm embrace without hurting him. “Any names you always liked?”

“To be honest, Shepard, I never really considered it much before I met you. Wrex made one good suggestion, though. Krogan tradition, first kid is always named after the dad’s dad.”

Her hand entwined with his as she nodded towards the hamster. “Yeah… … Sputnik’s perfect.”

[forlornmelody]

2018 Writer’s Roundup

I was tagged by @rpgwarrior4824 Thanks for tagging me! (And I still have all the other asks and tags saved to my drafts. I’ll get around to them, I swear. 😂 It’s just that this one feels like it has a deadline on it?)

Tagging: @joufancyhuh, @bronzeagelove, and @inquartata30, if you’d like to?

Words written in 2018: ~ 74300 (I think AO3 may be counting chapters of Double the Trouble that were written in 2017, and this doesn’t include unpublished WIP’s or my Tumblr ficlets. But I don’t feel like tracking them down right now 😂)

Number of short fic written in 2018: Too many 15 published ones.

Number of fic chapters written in 2018: 34, I think? I’m bad at math.

Number of chaptered fic completed in 2018: 2

Fandoms: Mass Effect trilogy, DC Comics.

Parings: Fshenko, Femshep/Clone Shep/, CloneShep/Asari OC, FShawson, FShoker, Femshep/various OC’s, Bluepulse (there are probably more but these are all I remember.)

Proudest achievements:

·         Making my readers fall for not only a villain, but an original character in Spare Parts. I can’t say much more without spoiling things, so you should just read it.

·         Turning a post-traumatic episode into one of my most popular fics. Usually all I get out of those is exhaustion and a bunch of tears. Glad to see something positive come out of it for a change.

·         I did my first writing commissions! Granted, I think most people just wanted to help me pay for car repairs, but still. Getting commissions as a writer is not easy, so I’m pretty stoked.

Writing resolutions for 2019:

·         Work on original writing again. As much as I love fic, it’s not really what I went to school for, ya know? And I have so many ideas for novels, I need to actually write them. Maybe put aside my first novel since I’m burnt out on it.

·         Publish the opening chapters for the Mallverse AU I’ve been writing with @commander-hot-pants-blog

·         Gonna get through those 20ish drafts of asks and tags. Kinda fell off the bandwagon in December. PTSD sucks, fam. Do not recommend.

·         Write more safe and sane femslash. Good w/w smut is so hard to find? I want to be part of the solution.

·         Speaking of which, I want to run a femslash event in May. Maybe make it multi-fandom?

[omegastation]

COMING UP WITH A LIST OF MASS EFFECT TAGS

There are different categories of content with a list of potential tags the Mass Effect trilogy and Mass Effect Andromeda fandom already uses. The goal of this post is to find the most popular tag used by the fandom to facilitate posting for content creators. 

If there is already a common popular tag in place like (CharacterA x CharacterB) we don't need to come up with a pairing name such as "beautiful lilac from the clouds", right? But if there is such a pairing name being used as a tag, we need to know...  Sometimes it’s the opposite. We have a pairing name but it's not the one used for the ship's content tag... In that case, we need to know the tag, that’s our priority.

I'm counting on all your help: you can reply, reblog and correct/confirm/suggest.

Once I get all the suggestions, confirmations and corrections, I'm going to make an official post and link it to the Mass Effect Resource Hub.

In case some of you wonder: I'm not going to impose any tags here, I'm on a collecting mission.

Hope nobody will get an headache from this!

TRILOGY

Shepard:

Shepard (general): shepard, commander shepard

Shepard (custom face): custom shepard? customshep? (see mshep custom face to see issue)

M!Shepard (general): mshep, mshepard? don't know which one is most looked for

M!Shepard (default face): sheploo

M!Shepard (custom face): customshep? I can see that tag also being used for general custom shepard so who knows

F!Shepard (general): fshep, fshepard, femshep? don't know which one is most looked for

F!Shepard (default face): freckleshep

F!shepard (custom face): customfshep?

Trans Shepard, N-B, ... Shepard: nbshep, transhep

Other characters:

Most of them have the first and last name as tag, ex: "kasumi goto." For Jack: options are "subject zero", "jacqueline nought", "jack nought" 

Shepard pairings:

Shepard/Garrus: shakarian, mshakarian, fshakarian

Shepard/Kaidan: shenko, mshenko, fshenko

Shepard/Liara: shiara, mshiara, fshiara : need confirmation?

Shepard/Thane: shrios, mshrios, fshrios

Shepard/Ashley: shepley, mshepley, fshepley

Shepard/Tali: shali, mshali, fshali

Shepard/Joker: shoker, mshoker, fshoker

FShepard/Samantha: shaynor

MShepard/Steve: shortez

Shepard/Jack: shack, mshack, fshack?

Shepard/Jacob: shaylor, mshaylor, fshaylor

Shepard/Miranda: shepard x miranda, shiranda

Shepard/James: shega, mshega, fshega

Shepard/Javik: shavik, mshavik, fshavik

Shepard/Nihlus: shilus, shrytik

Shepard/Kasumi: ???

Shepard/Shiala: ???

Shepard/Legion: ???

Shepard/Zaeed: ???

Shepard/Chakwas: ???

Shepard/?????:

Non-Shepard pairings:

Garrus/Tali: talibrations

Liara/Javik: t’sovik

EDI/Joker: edi x joker?

Samantha/EDI: ?

Saren/Nihlus: kryterius

Jack/Miranda: jackanda

Ashley/Kaidan: willenko

Emily/Khalisa: emily x khalisa?

Aria/Nyreen: nyria

Note: The list is small because I can't type every non-Shepard pairing there is especially if it is to say "i don't know the tag used" but don't hesitate to send suggestions.

MASS EFFECT ANDROMEDA

Ryder:

Ryder (general): ryder

BroRyder (general): broryder

BroRyder (custom): custom broryder ????

BroRyder (default): scott ryder

SisRyder (general): sisryder, femryder

SisRyder (custom): custom sisryder???

SisRyder (default): sara ryder

Other characters:

Always first and last name as tag, except with the krogan where we use their clan name first (ex: nakmor drack).

Ryder pairings:

Ryder/Cora: coryder

Ryder/Liam: ryder x liam, rydam?

Ryder/Vetra: vetryder

SisRyder/Suvi: sisryder x suvi???

BroRyder/Gil: ryder x gil, gilder

Ryder/Reyes: reyder, mreyder, freyder

Ryder/Jaal: rydaal, mrydaal, frydaal

Ryder/Drack:

Ryder/Peebee: ryder x peebee, rybee

Ryder/Lexi: ?

Ryder/Kandros: rydros

Ryder/Sloane: ryder x sloane, sloryde

Don't hesitate to add more and complete!

Non-Ryder pairings:

Liam/Peebee: liam x peebee

Sloane/Kaetus: sloane x kaetus

Sloane/Kandros: sloane x kandros

Lexi/Drack: ???

Avitus/Macen: avitus x macen?

Note: The list is small because I can't type every non-Ryder pairing there is especially if it is to say "i don't know the tag used" but don't hesitate to send suggestions.

[ilyasvieltrevelyanshepard]

Nights on Illium

Well, another weekend enjoying the MEWC! This time I publish later than planned, but at least, here it is ;)

I had this idea roaming inside my brain for weeks now >_< and yesterday it screamed to me to be written at last hahaha

Is a fShoker ^_^ with some sassy comments and smut at the end :P

As always, no hard editing on this works. Hope you enjoy it! Obviously, the smut is under the cut... and well, a big part of the fic too xDDD I created another short-long fic >_< sorry hahahahahahaha

The Normandy docks in Illium after the madness of recovering Subject Zero from Purgatory,  where, as always, everything has gone FUBAR as soon as Jane has put a foot in the prison. Joker has been sitting on the Normandy, hearing everything, with the vitals of the ground team on his screens, worried to death every minute of the mission. After the battle, Shepard has almost run to the cockpit, sealing them inside and sitting in the floor beside him, just letting him pet her hair until she relaxed enough to talk with the rest of the crew and face Jack again. As soon as she storms away from him, he selects the destination, opening the extranet to book a room on a place Liara has recommended him last time they visited. He has ignored every question from Miranda and Garrus about why they are going to Illium again, turning off the speakers diligently. The damned button is getting old thanks to the cancer ship and her diatribes, but who cares?

The ship lands softly in the designated dock, one of the best and closest to the market area, a gift from Liara, and he can’t thank her enough for that. As soon as the control tower gives them the green light, he contacts Shepard. “Hey, Commander. Are you alive?” A soft grunt is his answer, and he chuckles softly, “Glad to hear that our new team member didn’t kill you for sure this time. I have a surprise for you.”

That seems to pick her curiosity, because he can hear the sound of her shifting, on the couch maybe? “Is the reason we are docked on Illium without anyone having selected the destination?”

“You are no fun, Shep. Do you want my surprise or not? We can return to the ugly and dirty Omega if you prefer.”

He can hear her sighing before answering him. “No. The team deserves a rest, and Illium is a nice place to have it. Besides, now that we have a convict with us, we can’t even go to the Citadel until we have her controlled. Let the asari deal with her for a while.”

Adjusting the cap on his head, he stands from the chair, straightening his back and popping some bones in the process. “Then is settled. Will you join me in the cockpit in around five minutes?”

The sound of her standing from wherever she has been sitting reaches him, making him smile fondly, “Sure thing. I’m on my way. I hope that surprise will be worth enough for the scolding I’m going to have from Miranda tomorrow.”

“I truly hope so.” The hiss of the elevator’s doors closing signals her position, and he fixes his cap before blocking the consoles and leaving the cockpit, leaning on the wall beside the exit and talking with her using the omnitool. “Will you protect me from her ire? I’ve been ignoring her for the past hour, and you know how bad she deals with not being the world’s perfect belly button.”

Shepard appears on the CIC, giving a short nod to Chambers on her way to the cockpit. “That will depend on how good your surprise will be.” Her strong step filled the silence of the hallway that leads to the bow of the ship. Seeing him leaning against the wall, she smiles at him, closing the comms. Stopping in front of him, she crosses her arms. “Ok. I’m here. Where’s my surprise, Flight Lieutenant?”

“Oh, we are in rank mode again, huh? Ok, ok, Commander. My surprise is outside the ship. And I plan to keep you there all night. Maybe it will be good to let the team know that you will be--” He closes the distance to her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, and keeping an eye to the few crewmembers that are roaming the CIC, “completely inaccessible for the rest of the day and night.”

A matching grin grows on her face, and she raises a hand to put it on his chest, enjoying the hard muscles she knows are hidden under the uniform. “That sounds like a challenge.”

With a wink, he steps away from the wall, tilting his head and pointing with his hand to the door. “Let’s see how it goes. But Commander, I’m the only one allowed to bring weapons to this mission.”

She chuckles, following him while writing the message to Chambers, asking her to inform the rest of the team about the free night. “Feeling cocky, huh?”

The Normandy’s door closes behind them, and Joker sets the pace to a slow stroll. “We can call it a weapon, Jane.” Looking at her over his shoulder, he giggles his brows while his mouth turns into a grin, “I know, for sure, that it can make you scream and turn you into a useless ragdoll. It's pretty effective with you.”

Shepard pushes his shoulder, making him laugh, “Definitely cocky. Now I’m curious about that surprise.”

“You will see soon enough. We need to grab a skycar. Sorry, but you will need to keep my slow pace for a while.”

With a chuckle, she steps beside him, “Didn’t I have to do it every single time, Casanova?”

They leave the docking hallway, taking the door that leads to the cargo area. They have just reached the stairs that lead to their destination when Shepard’s omnitool begins to beep. Raising it, she opens the commlink, and a very pissed Miranda appears on the screen. “Lawson.”

The biotic’s voice sounds as angry as one can imagine by her look, “Commander. Why in the void are we on Illium? And where are you?”

With a roll of her eyes, Shepard’s face turns into a severe frown, fixing her gaze on Miranda’s face on the little screen. “We are here because I want it. You don’t need to agree or even know about my decisions or course of actions, Lawson. Remember who is in charge of the fucking mission and who is your commanding officer.” Closing the comm without leaving Miranda talk, Shepard keeps walking in the taxi’s direction, with a very amused Joker in her tail. “Shush. Don’t break the magic of the moment.”

Joker fights very hard to keep the grin away from his face, but he knows he is failing spectacularly when she rolls her eyes at him when they reach the taxi console. They share a little giggle while the taxi arrives, with Shepard trying to look pissed with him, but he reads her like an open book, knowing that she is fighting the laugh as hard as him. The car arrives, and he opens the door for her, making her chuckle and call him ‘Casanova’ again. He enters the car too, turning on the screen to select the destination. He can see Shepard looking intently into the screen, trying to see where they are going. Taking off his cap, he puts it on her head, lowering the visor until it covers her eyes. “No peeking, Jane. I want to surprise you, remember?”

Her huff accompanies the movement of her arms crossing over her chest, “Fine. But really, I expect it to be an awesome surprise.”

The skycar takes off, surprising Shepard, who makes a soft ‘woop’ making Joker chuckle. “I hope it will be awesome, but time will say. We will be there soon, don’t worry.” Less than five minutes later, the car is landing on a private terrace on the Sanves hotel. Joker has used a good amount of credits to have this suite for the night. Taking a deep breath, he closes the distance to her, pulling off the cap while giving her cheek a soft peak. “Welcome to paradise, Jane.”

Shepard lost the ability to talk while her brain accepts what she is seeing. They have landed on a terrace, covered in green and flowers. A big room can be seen through the windows, and a little pool and a jacuzzi lay to her right. She keeps examining her surroundings but moves a hand to capture one of Joker’s, interlacing their fingers. “Well, consider me surprised, love.”

Squeezing her fingers, he raises the hand to his lips, giving her a sweet kiss on each knuckle before letting it go. “Wait until you see the room. Come on, the taxi has to leave, and I want to enjoy our time here to the max.”

They exit the taxi, which takes off as soon as the doors close behind them. Shepard is still in awe, looking around, touching the flowers of the flowerpots around her. Joker walks to the doors, using the code from the booking mail to open them. As soon as he steps inside, the sound system and the lights inside and out turned on. Everything is bathed in a pale and soft blue light, giving the room an ethereal look, with the shiny metallic surfaces and the white furniture. Shepard is leaning against the doorframe when he turns in the middle of the room. She wears a lopsided grin, and her arms are crossed over her chest, “I must admit that I  didn’t expect this.”

Joker picks the bottle of sparkling wine from the table, together with a pair of glasses, before moving to her. “I can add the ‘I’m the one who can surprise the mighty Commander Shepard,  twice, to my CV.” She sticks her tongue out to him, stepping away from the doorframe when he comes closer. “Now, my dear Commander, I must ask you to hand over your clothes until tomorrow. No garments allowed for the next twelve hours.”

“Bossy.”

“You love it.” He winks at her, passing beside her on his way to the pool. It is the main reason he booked this very room. The water gives him more freedom of movement, taking away the weight from his legs. Reaching the deck chairs beside it, he puts the wine on the little table between them, putting the cap on one of the chairs and turning to face her. When he finds her still at the door, looking at him with a quizzical frown, he shakes his head, pointing to the pool. “I believe I'm being pretty obvious here, Jane. Use that strategist mind of you to add one plus one and move your freckled ass here, my love.”

Her soft chuckle travels directly to his heart, and Gods above, the way she is moving her hips while walking to the pool is going straight to his groin. “Don’t know if I like that bossy side of you, Jeff. But it looks like a good day to try things, huh?” Stopping in front of him, she keeps eye contact with him while her hands begin to work in her clothes. The formal uniform she wears whenever she isn’t inside of her armour gets opened with a deft movement of her fingers. The jacket fall from her shoulders, getting caught on her hands for some seconds before she let it fall to the ground. With a wink, she bends a knee, unlacing her boots, one after the other, before doing the same with his. He is looking every movement with predatory eyes, and when she finishes with the laces, Joker puts a hand on her shoulder before she can stand, “Now that you are down here, mind to help with my trousers too?” She mutters a ‘bossy’ under her nose, but he can hear the amusement in her voice. Her hands travel up his legs, in a slow movement, until her fingers find the waist of his pants. Moving to the centre of it, she opens the button and lowers the zip, slowly enough to make him growl. Once his trousers are opened, he puts a finger under her chin, raising her face to look at him. He keeps pulling her up until she is standing in front of him. Closing the little gap between them, he captures her mouth in a life-sucking kiss, putting all his passion and dirty thoughts into it, making her gasp and lose her mind on it. Joker lets his hands roam over her back, finding the perfect spot to grab her ass cheeks and pulling her against his body, grunting softly when her curves mould perfectly with his hardness. Her hands are working clumsily with the closings of his uniform, making him break the kiss with a half laugh, half grunt. “Clothes off, Jane, right now.”

Shepard steps away from him, panting softly, and begins to take off the garments, using the feet to pull off the boots while she peels off the tank top from her upper body. He does the same with his own clothes, letting them half folded on the same chair as his cap. She is in her underwear in record time, and Joker has to smile at her. The eagerness he always brings on her is the better aphrodisiac he never heard about. Pulling down his pants, he steps out of them, letting them fall unceremoniously over the chair before taking her back in his arms. Her skin is so soft… even before she healed the angry scars, her skin has been perfect. A game for him. A map to follow, enjoying the moles and battle marks over her back, following the trail of wounds of her belly, the bones of her ribcage, the firm muscles under his soft skin. His fingers find the closing of her bra, opening it with a little twitch of them, making her giggle. “You magic fingers are working hard today.”

Following the line of her spine, Joker slides his hands under her panties, lowering them while he bites her neck, enjoying the little sounds she makes. “I’m gonna show you how hard my fingers can work on that beautiful body of yours.” When her panties are around her ankles, he uses a hand to raise her leg, encouraging her to step away from the discarded garment. She takes the hint, taking one ankle from the fallen panties before throwing them into the pile of clothes near the chairs. Pushing her away from him with a hand on her chest, he grabs the bra and pulls it away from her, letting it fall to the ground. Looking intently into her eyes, he keeps pushing her to the edge of the pool, stopping at the last moment with a chuckle. “I was planning to throw you into the water, but I don’t want to finish my night at the medbay. Wait for me in the water, will you?”.

With a giggle of her own, she grabs him, pulling him to her body and letting herself fall into the water, dragging him with her between her laughs and his swearing. They landed with a big splash, water spraying everywhere around the pool. They surface soon, and she runs away from him, giggling like a child. “I’m sorry, Jeff. It was so tempting to not doing it!”

Following her, he corners her near the steps of the exit, “I’m not mad. But now I have to think on a way to make you pay for it.” She let him capture her, pinning her against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapping itself around his waist. The water makes her float, giving him the chance to keep her in that position. He uses the tip of his tongue to follow the hard line of her jaw, finishing on her hear, before tracing the shell of it, making her gasp. Biting softly the lobe, he keeps kissing and biting her neck, until he reaches the pulse point, where he sucks, hard enough to leave a dark bruise, marking her skin. A loud moan escapes her control, fuelling Joker’s passion. Straightening his back, he fixes her gaze on her face, waiting until she recovers a bit of control and looks him back. “Rest your arms on the edge.” She does as told. She can be the Commander everywhere, but right here, right now, she let him take all the decisions for her. Leaning booth arms on the edge, she lays her head back too, resting the upper part of her shoulders and head on it too. He untangle her legs from his back, grabbing her ass while stepping back. He raises her body until it is floating over the surface of the water. His right hand finds a perfect spot on her small back, keeping it floating in the perfect spot, while his left hand opens her legs for him. Her foggy mind can imagine what he wants to do, but she screams his name anyway as soon as his tongue touches her inner labia. Knowing and feeling are two different things, and soon she is thrashing under his care. The hand on her back keep her floating, while the other keeps her inner labia open to let his tongue move in whatever direction he wants. He plays with her with gusto, tongue playing with her clit before moving to enter her, lapping her juices in a greedy way. She is a gasping mess in no time, with trembling legs and broken voice, and he can’t feel more proud of himself. He is tongue-fucking her when the first telltale of her orgasm hits him, and he pulls away from her, making her shudder and swear. Kissing her belly, he lets go her hips, moving closer while she lowers her legs. Stepping to the wall, he rests her body against it, extending a hand and grabbing her arm before pulling her against him. Her body is pliant under his touch, and he knows exactly what she needs. Turning her over her heels, he rest her back on his chest, using both hands to pin her against his body. “Time to show you some magic with my fingers, love.”

Her head falls to his shoulder the same moment his hand grabs one of her breasts, twisting the nipple between his thumb and index. The other hand slides down her abs, finding the heated core of her body. His deft fingers find the hardened nub of nerves immediately, using the tip of his fingertips to trace it, putting the perfect amount of pressure to make her moan. He keeps teasing her until her hand grabs his wrist, nails digging his skin. Sliding his fingers even lower, he finds her entrance, delving inside of her in a swift movement and enjoying, maybe too much, the loud way she screams his name. Feeling his own erection pushing under the wet and ungrateful material of his underwear, he decides to give her what she needs before they can move to what he wants. His fingers keep moving in and out of her, and he adds the pressure of his palm on her clit to the mix, biting her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp every time. Soon enough her inner walls begin to pulse around him, her breath quickened and her moans growing louder by the second. With a knowing smile plastered on his face, he pinches hard her nipple while using his tongue to draw a trail up and down her neck. When her back arches, he bites her pulse point again, hard and adding some sucking, just like she likes it. Shepard is moaning his name, totally oblivious that they are in the open, with other suits in the same level that can hear her screams. But he can’t care less right now. The feeling of her body crumbling under his touch is intoxicating. He keeps his fingers moving inside of her until the pulsing walls begin to relax around him. “Still with me, love?”

Shepard pushes herself away from him, turning in his arms until she is facing him, still breathless. “Always.”

That word. That overused and straightforward word is better than any promise, any ring. She means it. Joker can see it in her eyes, in the way she tilts her head to one side when she says it. And with her, it means literally always. For whatever time they have in this God’s forsaken galaxy, she will be his. His hands cup her face, lowering her until their lips are almost touching. “You know I love you, right?” Her answer, close the gap between them, sealing their mouths, tongue delving inside finding his and dancing with it for some seconds. Pushing away from the wall, she wraps her legs around his waist as soon as they move, eliciting an approving growl from him while he turns to pin her against the edge again. Still kissing her, Joker uses a hand to lower his underwear, freeing himself from the cage of wet material. Even in the heated water, he can feel the heat emanating from her core, which just adds to his own raging fire. Breaking the kiss, he leans their foreheads together, sharing the broken breathes they are trying to take. Her hand slides down his chest, enjoying the hard muscles of his upper torso as she always does, touching more than necessary, fingers following the curves of his chest, the lines of his ribs. Her hand finds its way to his erection, wrapping her delicate fingers around it, caressing it, wrist moving up and down until she gets the moan she has been looking for. “Don’t be a tease, Jane.”

Using her free arm to surround his shoulders, she raises up her body, face hovering in front of his, “Said the pot to the kettle, love. But don’t worry. We have the rest of the night for the teasing. Right now--” She positions his stiff member in her entrance, hand keeping it in place while she lowers her body, engulfing him in a slow motion. “Gods, Jeff--” Her head fall back, a low moan, the kind of sound you can feel as well as hearing, escapes her. “Yes!”

Joker didn’t need any more word from her. Positioning his legs better, he pushes her back to the edge, where she rested her elbows. His strong arm surrounds her waist, keeping her in place, while the other hand grabs the edge of the pool with white knuckling force. He has dreamt of taking her this way for years, and now he is finally doing it. Pushing away from her slowly, the heated water can’t compete with the blazing hot of her core, making him shudder when it touches his cock. With a quick movement of his hips, he enters her again, causing her head fall back in a silent scream. Repeating the motion, he keeps moving until he finds the spot he has been looking for. The shiver that runs up and down her body when he finds it is the signal he has been waiting. Stepping forward, he pins her body entirely against the wall, and she wraps her arms around his neck. His hands move to her hipbones, finding the perfect spot to grab her and move her body up and down in rhythm with his hips. None of them has enough blood in their brains to form coherent words, and the only intelligible word that one can make between their shared moans and gasp are their names. Soon than he wanted, Joker can feel the pressing sensation of his orgasm coming to catch him, and he can’t do a single thing to fight against it. His hips begin to move harder and faster, making her groan at the sensation, while he buries his face in the crock of her neck, inhaling her essence like a perfume. Feeling the end near, he bites the mark he has put in her throat before, making her shudder. Her inner walls tremble with her when he keeps punishing her skin, making his body react to it. “Damn, Jane. You feel too good to be real.” His husky voice, breathless for the effort and the passion of their lovemaking seems to be her breaking point, and she moans her name, louder than ever, nails piercing the skin on his back. His own release is not far away, and after four or five thrusts more, he buries himself as deep as possible, unloading his charge inside of her with a low grunt. They milk one another for several seconds, bodies trembling for the effort. His brain seems to be online before hers, and grabs her body again, taking the few steps that separate them from the stairs. They are still connected, and he hasn’t no intention of breaking the contact yet, so he manoeuvres them with care until he is sitting in one of the steps, water barely reaching their chests. Joker awaits until she comes down from her high, wearing a contented smile on her face, even when she is still trying to catch her breath, just like him. “I love you, Jane Helen Shepard.”

She cups his face with both hands, giving his lips a soft peak, before kissing his nose, his forehead, his eyes, making him giggle. “And I love you too, Jeff Moreau. Thanks for the present.”

Moving her face lower, nesting a hand on her hair, he positions her face where he wanted it, lips ghosting in front of hers, “You had just taken the wraps of the present, love. The night is young.” She was giggling when he kisses her again, their tongues dancing to the rhythm of their hearts. The night will be a present for both of them, just like that second chance. Shepard can’t be happier for that, and she thanks any God out there for it.