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Something to keep an eye out for.
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FAKE DATING! lol my fav trope so I must see 👀
from this wip game! soooo its a mshakarian, post-war fake dating au. basically, as an aid to Victus, Garrus gets an arranged marriage and shepard offers himself to be Garrus' boyfriend so Garrus doesnt have to go through with it
“You look like shit,” Shepard comments a mere second after the vid comm connects. “And here I thought you liked my ruggedly good looks.” Shepard raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I do,” Garrus irrationally preens at that. “But I don’t like seeing you stressed. I thought all your projects were going well?” “They are. That’s the problem.” Shepard looks like he’s trying not to laugh. Garrus will take it because as soon as Shepard hears why he’s all twisted up he’s gonna laugh his ass off. “How is that a problem?” he indulgently asks. “Well, we’re improving relations between Apien Crest and the outer colonies, right?” Shepard nods with a hum. “And well, some of the more ah, traditional Houses would think an arranged marriage would help smooth some rough edges more. The idea is gaining traction.” Instead of the laughter he’s prepared himself for, Shepard’s face falls into the familiar scowl that means he’s gonna charge his problem. “They’re marrying you off?” “Trying to,” Garrus soothes, confused in the face of Shepard’s anger.
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the "canon isn't real we make our own rules" to "i am begging you people to revisit the source material" pipeline
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UPDATE - Giving Quarter
CHAPTER 3: SIX SHOT EYE
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Rating: M || Pairing: Kaidan Alenko/Male Shepard ~ Giving Quarter is an AU of my series, Love and War Games, and its canon Shepard, Eric. ~
Summary: After the massacre on Torfan, Commander Eric Shepard is dishonorably discharged from the Alliance military. His reputation in shambles and his career destroyed, Eric does what he does best: He starts over.
Years later, he has a new crew, a new ship, and is living his best life in the Traverse, raiding private vessels and small outposts.
Until a simple cash grab turns out to be a galaxy wide threat and Shepard finds himself working with Alliance golden boy and first human Spectre Kaidan Alenko.
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“The council sent a Spectre?” Liara whispers. “They must be desperate to obtain this artifact.” Yeah, they sent my replacement. Shepard peers through the scope of his rifle down onto the dig site, getting a bead on one of the Cerberus troops. A month before Torfan, Anderson had contacted Shepard to tell him the Alliance was putting his name forward as a possible Spectre candidate. Humanity wanted a seat at the table, and the first step was getting one of theirs into the council’s elite guard. No one even mentioned it after Torfan, until years later after the near disaster on Feros. The hero of the hour, a young Lieutenant Commander, saved the colony from a mind controlling plant monster. The vids were splashed with his admittedly very nice face for weeks. Squeaky clean record. A list of commendations longer than Shepard’s arm. A biotic. He was probably a much better poster boy for humanity’s Spectre anyway. Six months after they pinned him, humanity had a human counselor as well.
Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning || The Giving Quarter Playlist on Spotify
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shipping Varric and Cassandra in the ending where she become the Divine is so fucking funny, let's be honest like
Varric returning to Kirkwall after Inquisition: "Hey everyone, I'm back!"
Aveline or someone: "Varric! You've been gone for literal years, what happened!?"
Varric: "Eh, nothing much. Just got kidnapped by this pissed off 30-something lady and dragged all over the world to a bunch of fights and, like, political machinations, etc. Fighting an undead priest bent on world domination, that kind of stuff"
Them: "...oh my God!"
Varric: "Nah, it's fine actually. We developed this kind of begrudging bantery relationship that developed into something deeper, and now I write erotica for her, which she goes totally feral over. Just absolutely loves the stuff."
Them: "Oh, uh, okay. That's cool, I guess... And who is she?"
Varric: "The pope."
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Underground industrial electronic goth band about to drop the clingiest clangiest beep boop track in the gamma quadrant
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Bg3 as unhinged posts 9/?
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Hi everyone, I have commissions open... I'm in need of funds to pay the bills and buy food :(
I have commiss open in kofi and donations too if you can help, anything is welcome and cwry much appreciated, thank you so much.
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BALDUR'S GATE 3 — they all deserve a little slutty sitting session
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now i can cry AND pop it & lock it at the same time, thanks djcrinkles
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favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)
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Not sure what it says about me that I am more alarmed people don't know how to download files from Google Docs than I am about Google's policies.
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For @dinchenrockt, who imagined Sam and Kaidan having pancakes on a nice day. I just added a little drama, because this is Sam we're talking about. Read on Ao3
The second batch of pancakes is starting to bubble when Kaidan’s skin tingles in the presence of Shepard’s biotic field. Shepard himself peers at Kaidan suspiciously from behind the archway into the kitchen, like he’s doing recon and Kaidan is an unknown element.
 “Hey, you,” Kaidan says with an amused smile. “Good morning.”
“It is morning by my standards. It is ass o’clock by your standards. Why are you awake?”
Kaidan gestures towards the open window, where sunrise hasn’t quite surrendered to daytime and some enterprising birds are getting a jump on things. “It’s a beautiful morning. Thought I’d spoil you with a nice breakfast.” 
Technically true, on both counts, even if it doesn’t really answer the question. Shepard narrows his eyes, perhaps suspecting there’s more to it, but Kaidan heads off further questions by plucking a piece of bacon off a plate and holding it up.
“Burnt it just for you.”
Shepard makes an interested sound and fully enters the kitchen, snatching the Distraction Bacon and popping it in his mouth. Bacon shouldn’t crunch like that unless it’s in a salad, but relationships require compromise.
“So, bacon. Pancakes.”
“Bacon in the pancakes. With bacon garnish.”
“Fancy.”
“Also blueberries,” Kaidan says, gesturing to a bowl. “And, uh, I was going to make some eggs but I accidentally just made more pancakes.”
“True to your nature.” He kisses Kaidan on the temple. “I’ll get plates.”
“One step ahead of you. We’re eating outside.”
Another suspicious look.
“It’s nice outside, remember?”
“I will concede it is tolerable outside, because I love you. But breakfast made, table set, and it’s what time? How long have you been up?”
Kaidan shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. “I said I wanted to spoil you.”
Still not an answer, but he hands Shepard the blueberries to give him something else to focus on and flips the remaining pancakes onto a platter, next to the pile of bacon, all nestled onto a blue and yellow tray that had been gathering dust in the back of a curio until Kaidan stumbled upon it last week looking for decorative pitcher his mother had asked about. After flipping the griddle off, he leads them to the front porch and sets the trays down on the small table next to the porch swing.
Shepard observes the spread. “Orange juice. Cloth napkins. The ‘good’ silverware. By the way, I still do not understand the silverware hierarchy.”
“My mother will happily show you next time she visits.”
Shepard snickers as he takes a seat. “Well, whatever. You pulled out all the stops. You are spoiling me.”
Kaidan makes a pleased sound as they fill their plates. They’re the same blue and yellow as the platter, with a sunflower in the center and a painted band around the edges. He’d forgotten about them completely until finding the platter. His father used to break them out when they had big breakfasts in the summer. He traces a chip in the paint. Where had they even come from in the first place? His mother? Were they just inherited with the house when his mother took it over from Kaidan’s grandparents? He’d never asked. Maybe she knows.
“Look at all this burnt bacon, just for me,” Shepard says, with a soft smile.
“Just for you.”
No reason to mention that it got burned because Kaidan was too locked in his own head to notice until he damn near set off the smoke detector.
But the pancakes are good, quite frankly. The blueberries are ripe, picked from the bushes out behind the barn just yesterday. The breeze is cool but not cold, the sun pooling at the edge of the porch steps, warm and waiting.
A far cry from the days that weren’t beautiful.
He releases a long breath and forces his mind back to the present, where Shepard is drowning his pancakes in maple syrup because moderation is not a concept he has ever developed a relationship with.
Echo whinnies from the field down the hill, head raised, ears pricked, looking right at them, as though now that she’s noticed their presence she’s offended she wasn’t invited to breakfast.
“Later,” Shepard hollers back at her. “I’m getting spoiled.”
Kaidan rests an elbow on the table – his mother would be so aghast – and chuckles into his hand.
When had he stopped getting up in the mornings for those breakfasts his father cooked? Breakfast had been his forte. The only way he outshined Kaidan’s mother in the kitchen. But that last summer before BAaT he’d stopped getting out of bed for them.
Should have gotten out of bed.
Shepard’s eye is on him again, as he saws into his pancakes and fails to spear a piece of bacon along with his next bite because it’s so brittle it just breaks under the tines of his fork. Once he’s subdued the bacon he nudges Kaidan’s knee.
“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just put out such a magnificent spread.”
Kaidan waggles an eyebrow. “Resting on my laurels.”
Shepard knee stays at rest against his, and Kaidan leans a little more into it. The weight of it, the presence is…reassuring.
The sparrow that wings in from the roof and alights on Shepard’s stack of pancakes is less reassuring.
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Sparrow
For @dinchenrockt, who imagined Sam and Kaidan having pancakes on a nice day. I just added a little drama, because this is Sam we're talking about. Read on Ao3
The second batch of pancakes is starting to bubble when Kaidan’s skin tingles in the presence of Shepard’s biotic field. Shepard himself peers at Kaidan suspiciously from behind the archway into the kitchen, like he’s doing recon and Kaidan is an unknown element.
 “Hey, you,” Kaidan says with an amused smile. “Good morning.”
“It is morning by my standards. It is ass o’clock by your standards. Why are you awake?”
Kaidan gestures towards the open window, where sunrise hasn’t quite surrendered to daytime and some enterprising birds are getting a jump on things. “It’s a beautiful morning. Thought I’d spoil you with a nice breakfast.” 
Technically true, on both counts, even if it doesn’t really answer the question. Shepard narrows his eyes, perhaps suspecting there’s more to it, but Kaidan heads off further questions by plucking a piece of bacon off a plate and holding it up.
“Burnt it just for you.”
Shepard makes an interested sound and fully enters the kitchen, snatching the Distraction Bacon and popping it in his mouth. Bacon shouldn’t crunch like that unless it’s in a salad, but relationships require compromise.
“So, bacon. Pancakes.”
“Bacon in the pancakes. With bacon garnish.”
“Fancy.”
“Also blueberries,” Kaidan says, gesturing to a bowl. “And, uh, I was going to make some eggs but I accidentally just made more pancakes.”
“True to your nature.” He kisses Kaidan on the temple. “I’ll get plates.”
“One step ahead of you. We’re eating outside.”
Another suspicious look.
“It’s nice outside, remember?”
“I will concede it is tolerable outside, because I love you. But breakfast made, table set, and it’s what time? How long have you been up?”
Kaidan shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. “I said I wanted to spoil you.”
Still not an answer, but he hands Shepard the blueberries to give him something else to focus on and flips the remaining pancakes onto a platter, next to the pile of bacon, all nestled onto a blue and yellow tray that had been gathering dust in the back of a curio until Kaidan stumbled upon it last week looking for decorative pitcher his mother had asked about. After flipping the griddle off, he leads them to the front porch and sets the trays down on the small table next to the porch swing.
Shepard observes the spread. “Orange juice. Cloth napkins. The ‘good’ silverware. By the way, I still do not understand the silverware hierarchy.”
“My mother will happily show you next time she visits.”
Shepard snickers as he takes a seat. “Well, whatever. You pulled out all the stops. You are spoiling me.”
Kaidan makes a pleased sound as they fill their plates. They’re the same blue and yellow as the platter, with a sunflower in the center and a painted band around the edges. He’d forgotten about them completely until finding the platter. His father used to break them out when they had big breakfasts in the summer. He traces a chip in the paint. Where had they even come from in the first place? His mother? Were they just inherited with the house when his mother took it over from Kaidan’s grandparents? He’d never asked. Maybe she knows.
“Look at all this burnt bacon, just for me,” Shepard says, with a soft smile.
“Just for you.”
No reason to mention that it got burned because Kaidan was too locked in his own head to notice until he damn near set off the smoke detector.
But the pancakes are good, quite frankly. The blueberries are ripe, picked from the bushes out behind the barn just yesterday. The breeze is cool but not cold, the sun pooling at the edge of the porch steps, warm and waiting.
A far cry from the days that weren’t beautiful.
He releases a long breath and forces his mind back to the present, where Shepard is drowning his pancakes in maple syrup because moderation is not a concept he has ever developed a relationship with.
Echo whinnies from the field down the hill, head raised, ears pricked, looking right at them, as though now that she’s noticed their presence she’s offended she wasn’t invited to breakfast.
“Later,” Shepard hollers back at her. “I’m getting spoiled.”
Kaidan rests an elbow on the table – his mother would be so aghast – and chuckles into his hand.
When had he stopped getting up in the mornings for those breakfasts his father cooked? Breakfast had been his forte. The only way he outshined Kaidan’s mother in the kitchen. But that last summer before BAaT he’d stopped getting out of bed for them.
Should have gotten out of bed.
Shepard’s eye is on him again, as he saws into his pancakes and fails to spear a piece of bacon along with his next bite because it’s so brittle it just breaks under the tines of his fork. Once he’s subdued the bacon he nudges Kaidan’s knee.
“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just put out such a magnificent spread.”
Kaidan waggles an eyebrow. “Resting on my laurels.”
Shepard knee stays at rest against his, and Kaidan leans a little more into it. The weight of it, the presence is…reassuring.
The sparrow that wings in from the roof and alights on Shepard’s stack of pancakes is less reassuring.
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Real Life Romance Option: So what's this one shot you're working on.
Me: @dinchenrockt made a comment about pancakes so I thought I'd write this cute little fluff doodle, but then I thought, 'what if I made it just a little bit sad.'
Real Life Romance Option: That is the most you thing you've ever said.
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🐱 🐦
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More mShenko for the soul <3
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