@flaine1996 / flaine1996.tumblr.com
“People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.”
- Marco, Book #30: The Reunion, pg. 71 (by K.A. Applegate)
Chapter 3: The Wards
Summary: Shepard realizes she's aboard the Normandy and doesn't take it well. On the other side, Kaidan may finally find the friends he seeks. Or will he?
They had reached the Wards area where most of the population lived, after all it was meant only for the middle class and personnel of the citadel. While those on top lived on the Presidium, literally and figuratively. Asshole classist segregation. Shepard didn’t care though, she was only staying for one night then onto the Normandy. Not that she wanted to see any of the crew nor the ship. Especially not even Captain Anderson himself.
Everything felt so surreal and she hated the feeling that everything could come crashing down. Especially the weight of having to serve under Captain Anderson. The fact that he was able to even get her on his ship, a frigate made with the help of the turians, infuriated her. She hadn’t considered herself racist by any and all accounts, she just never trusted any other species. “Hell, I couldn’t even trust my own species. How could they expect me to trust another”, Shepard thought as she stomped her feet to the ground.
“Don’t break anything. The Alliance is paying for this, you know,” Javier commented as he watched Shepard throw her not-so-subtle hissy fit. He had given her enough space to vent her anger.
“Then they shouldn’t have stationed me here,” She barked back as she slammed the door to the bedroom, cracking it and making its screws loosen. Javier winced at the action. He then sat on the couch of the living room, which had a table in front of it, where he waited patiently for Shepard to get out. The place was more than spacious for someone like her, with its own personal living room connected to the open kitchen. Two doors to the left, one leading to the bathroom and the other to a bedroom.
“Being mad about it won’t help you, Shep. You should be proud about being stationed under Captain Anderson. I know I would be.”
“Yeah because you're the type to take handouts,” Shepard said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
“Damn. Low blow much,” Javier winced at the comment, “Besides it’s not a hand out after all you’ve done for the Alliance.”
“Yeah but I-” Shepard started to say but was cut off when Javier waved his hand.
“No. No exceptions. You’ve done enough for the Alliance. Clearing out the Terminus while protecting our colonies,” Javeir stated, matter-of-factly, “maybe the brass thinks you're ready for more.”
I think another problem with the mindset of kudos/comments on AO3 is part of the “stalking” culture on instagram. If you like a picture that is months old on instagram, its “insta-stalking” because you had to scroll through that person’s profile in order to find those months-old pictures. That is NOT how AO3 works. It’s not cringe or embarrassing to find a fic that was posted in 2012 and like it. It is there to read.
Sure, maybe some of us have some old works that aren’t up to our current standards of writing. But I, personally, am never going to look at a kudos email and think “ew omg I can’t believe someone found this fic from 2016 why are they liking it”. In fact, I am entirely going to go “nice! people are still reading some of my older works too, I’m glad they enjoyed it”. It’s an archive, it is meant to be a collection of transformative works, old and new, and you are meant to find them.
In fact, if you find a work that is from five years ago and you really liked it? I bet the author would love a comment even then.
Stories are written to be read.
Show some appreciation.
I love waking up in the morning and seeing that comments have been left on fics I wrote 5, 10, 20(!!!) years ago.
2002 me wrote a fic that made someone in 2020 happy? Fucking brilliant.
Thiiiiiiiiiiis! I love comments on my fics, no matter how old they are! Comments are fuel for more writing! Whether its a big paragraph pointing out specifics you like or a short one that’s just a jumble of capitol letters. I love them all! <3
sometimes i really love my fics. i wrote that because i wanted to read it. i love it. nobody visits my fics more than me. they remind me that i’m a hard worker, that i created something. it’s mine and i cherish it and love it because it’s exactly what i wanted so i made it.
and other days i’m crippled by self criticism and hate everything and can’t bear to look at my own work because i know it’ll never compare to the greats
but i live for the days i love my work. because it’s mine, and i made it. i didn’t wait for somebody else to make what i dream about. i went and did it myself.
so don’t feel like your work is awful
it’s the stuff you dreamed about. it’s the stuff you decided to make a reality. it’s not about quality, or poetry, or how perfectly your sculpt your words or keep it so deeply in character; because it’s what you dreamed and it’s what you wanted to see, so you made it.
keep writing; it’s yours, and you made it. and if you want to continue to sharpen and improve yourself? then do it. it’s all yours and you can make it whatever you want.
keep writing.
THIS.
Lately I really started believe in my writing skills and I really have to thank @flaine1996 for being great support and inspiration to give fiction writing one more chance.
Thank you friend, if not you I wouldn't have dared to touch writing again 💙
You deserve to be believed in and Im glad you started believing in yourself!! Im so proud of you! You can do this and I'll be here to support you all the way! Go you great person you! I cant wait to read more of what you write <3 <3 <3
Okay back at it again with my bullshit but I am rewriting my longfic of Ezner Shepard's chronicles because I want to give my best that I can give for the story I want to tell. So without further ado,
Summary: Alliance soldiers dont usually traverse through the Terminus systems. That hasn't stopped the SSV ain Jalut.
Garden worlds have always been habitable places, where the ecosphere could support any population.
Yet somehow Anhur felt anything but habitable.
The buildings had been clearly renovated, yet hardly anyone seemed to be living in them. Most of the inhabitants made the streets their homes, and it didn’t look like it was by their own choosing.
Which is why it had been a strange sight seeing a group of armed soldiers walking down the streets as if they owned the place. After all this was the Terminus, soldiers didn’t come here. Not by choice anyway.
The tall, bulked up soldier in the front conversed with one of the locals. The latter pointed to the nearby dense forests where he explained that there is a clearing far off from where the eye can see. In response the soldier nodded and gave him a small container. The local gladly accepted and ran away from prying eyes, holding the container as if he was carrying gold.
Reblog to send every single person who has read one of your stories a forehead kiss
You are:
So thank you, and don’t ever feel like you are wasting my time by asking me anything about anything.
This has been a PSA.
🥺❤️
So I started playing with Rose and this happened 🤷🏻♀️ could be seen as a sequel to this
Rose ran her gloved hands through her long, platinum blonde hair, head hung as she sat on the floor of the medbay. She’d be running on adrenaline since Earth and now that it had worn off all she felt was exhaustion. She didn’t have to stay sitting on the floor, she could just as easily go to her cabin, take a shower and sleep until they reached the Citadel but Kaidan’s condition wasn’t stable enough for her to feel comfortable leaving him alone.
She could’ve asked James or Liara to stay with him but Kaidan was her husband. Rose had to stay here. She had to and it was going to take a lot more than a reaper for her to leave his side.
Tagged by the ever awesome @flaine1996 thank you 🥰
Rules: Write the latest line(s) from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the (last) line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
From part two of willow
Kaidan pinched the bridge of his nose and before he could say anything else she stuck out her hand “Cigarettes.”
“What? Lil I don’t have your cigarettes.”
Had to add the extra line for some context ^^;
Tagging whoever wants to participate <3
Tagged by @pigeontheoneandonly. Thank you so much! Sorry for the delay!
Rules: Write the latest line(s) from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the (last) line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
This is from a revised line from my fic Mass effect: Reclamation!
Shepard crouched, grabbing the collar of the krogan’s outfit while placing her other hand to his abdomen then lifted him up.
Tagging: @illusivesoul @briarfox13 @natsora @rngdshep @dr-ladybird @vorchagirl @swaps55 @occorner @shadoedseptmbr @staff-lieutenant-alenko @nightmarestudio606 @theoriginalladya and any others who want to join in :)
squeaking in my six lines, here
“It’s way more fun when she’s grinding someone else’s gears,” Jack murmured, as she leaned forward; eyes eagerly on the tragedy about to unfold in front of them.
The batarian stammered again, “I…”
Shepard palmed a wicked looking, hooked knife from one of the pockets she always customized into her armor. “Makin’ choices? Slow it is, then.”
Jack snickered behind him as the batarian picked up the glass and shot it back with all four eyes closed.
Why haven’t I finished my fic yet I want to read it
‼️ support ‼️ ur ‼️content ‼️ creators‼️and ‼️fic ‼️authors ‼️ by ‼️ reblogging ‼️ and ‼️ stop ‼️ treating ‼️ this ‼️ site ‼️ like ‼️ instagram ‼️
Was tagged by @shudder-shock Thank you :)
I'll tag @theharlotofferelden @montliyets @hollyand-writes @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @rpgwrites @alyssalenko @briarfox13 @flaine1996 @sinclairsolutions and @cassandra-pentughasst Only if you feel like doing this, of course.
Rules: Write the latest line(s) from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the (last) line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
"I nearly fainted" Bethany replied, her eyes watering from the drink.
i know it’s been said before, but it bears repeating: a big, big part of maintaining your confidence & self esteem as a creator is fully embracing the concept of “you don’t have to be good like them. you can be good like you.”
for example, i’m not someone who’s particularly good at coming up with complex, elaborate plots or incredibly unique ideas. it’s just not how i choose to write. and it would be easy for me to look at someone with an elaborate, super unique plot & decide that because i don’t write like that, i’m not a good writer. after all, unique plots are good, and my writing lacks those, so my writing must not be good, right? well, no, actually. i just have different strengths, like taking a simple premise & digging super deep into its emotional depths. that’s what i do well & it isn’t any better or worse than people who do elaborate world building or come up with really creative and unexpected plots.
your writing is never going to be all things to all people. it just isn’t. inevitably, you’ll have to make creative choices that favor certain aspects of writing over others. there is truly no getting around that & it’s honestly a good thing, because it means you’ve developed your own style. but you’ll always encounter other creators who posses strengths that you don’t. it doesn’t mean one is better than the other or that your writing isn’t good enough.
comparing yourself like that would be like taking a piece of pizza & a cupcake & going “oh no, that cupcake is so sweet & my pizza isn’t sweet at all.” or “gosh, the garlic crust on that pizza is delicious and my cupcake doesn’t have ANY garlic.” obviously your pizza isn’t sweet. obviously your cupcake doesn’t have garlic. a food can’t have every single delicious flavor at once. the cupcake is good like a cupcake. the pizza is good like a pizza. so you don’t have to be good like them. you can be good like you.
Sometimes writing an OC is a process of self-exploration in the sense that you recognise yourself in what you’ve created.
Sometimes writing an OC is a process of self-exploration in the sense that you’re like “I hate everything that you choose to be – why are you the way that you are?”, and the OC is like “you literally invented me, bro; maybe there’s something you need to address?”, and you’re like “great, now I’m being psychoanalysed by a fucking figment of my imagination”.
