((Inspired by Ask Pocket Garrus))
((Look who’s baaaccckkk!!!))
((Indeed, it is I! Between life and just…life, I haven’t really been able to return to this blog until now. But I’m back!
Well, for now. I’m trying to determine if it’s worth keeping around, or if it would be best to send Pocket Shepard on her way to that place for blogs high in the sky.
If my followers would like me to keep her around, then please, let me know! If not…I guess don’t say anything? XD))
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why cant i have creepy followers who ask me questions about everything
Source: stayburned
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Send me a ღ and my character will kiss yours passionately.
Source: remakingintheprocess
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Send me one of these:
- Hello: And I will write our characters' first ever meeting.
- Comfort: My character will hug yours.
- Truth: My character will tell you what they think of yours in all honesty.
- Tender: I will write some sweet fluff between our characters.
- Run!: I will write some action with our characters involved.
- Oops: I will write our characters getting into some trouble.
- Morning: What my character would say if they woke up in bed next to yours.
- AU: I will write an AU drabble with my character and yours.
- Drafts: For unsent texts
- Wine: For the drunken phone-call/text
- Night: For the two am text/call
- Hurt: My character will take care of your character when they've been hurt/injured
- Sick: My character will make yours feel better when they're sick.
Source: askjameswatson
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Consider it done. [With ease, the former operative plucks the bottle from the shelf, handing it down to the petite woman]
Now that I don’t believe for a second. Shepard, what’s troubling you?
“Wow, that was a lot easier than usual.” Rita keeps herself from smirking, uncorking the bottle after a bit of trouble and carefully manuevering it to pour into a very small cup. Still bigger than her, but not too big. She sips at the brandy, sighing happily. “Oh no, you asked for a story, so I’ll give you one.” she deflected, focusing on just telling her tale.
“Now, it was just after we’d ended the war between the Geth and the Quarians, right? We were on our way out of the system when everything on the ship just went haywire. EDI said something about dark energy, a sun going supernova or something…my mag boots weren’t working, and when the ship tipped hard, I went flying.” She closed her eyes, remembering the moment. Garrus had had a hold of the railing by the galaxy map, he’d reached to grab her just a she lost her footing, but they’d been too far apart. That had been the last time she’d seen him.
She took a drink again, fortifying herself. “I don’t remember hitting anything. Just that, next thing I knew, I woke up in the Normandy…this verse’s Normandy, surrounded by freaking giants. For a moment, I’d thought the Reapers had succeeded with their human-Reaper things. Then I recognized Traynor, Tali…”
She sighed. “It wasn’t really hard to disbelieve my story after a tissue sample showed that I was organic and I was able to know things about the crew that they’d only told their Shepard. And so, I’ve been stuck here, trying to figure out a way back.”
Source: pocketcommander
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((no feelings are good)) Uhm Shepard.. That was amazing.
Well, so much for him not knowing. She pulled back, putting her hands on her hips with as confident a smirk as she could muster. “Yeah, I’ve been told I’m a pretty great kisser. Glad to see I’ve still got it despite being a couple of inches high.”
Maybe your kissing ability was concentrated in the universe change? /flares mandibles/ You have some magical tiny lips.
Rita’s cheeks flushed without her permission, and she inwardly cursed the long time she’d gone without so much as one compliment like that. “Heh…maybe…”
Source: pocketcommander
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((no feelings are good)) Uhm Shepard.. That was amazing.
Well, so much for him not knowing. She pulled back, putting her hands on her hips with as confident a smirk as she could muster. “Yeah, I’ve been told I’m a pretty great kisser. Glad to see I’ve still got it despite being a couple of inches high.”
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It’s a…long story. Universe-hopping, of sorts. How’s Oriana?
I imagine so, though I’d be interested in hearing it at some point.
Ori is in good health, thank you for asking. How are you faring, Shepard?
Help me get the good brandy at the top shelf and I’ll be happy to tell you all about it.
I’m…doing okay. Just fine.
Source: pocketcommander
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primarchadrien-victus asked: ღ
She was stranded in an alternate dimension, she was tinier than just about anyone, and damnit all, she was lonely! And he was right there, at the perfect height.
So, Rita leaned forward and, hands against his mandibles to hold Adrien’s face where it was, she pushed her small lips against his harder ones, kissing him as hard as she could. Maybe, if she was lucky, the Turian Primarch wouldn’t understand the human gesture.
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Miranda. *nods*
Commander, you’re…petite.
It’s a…long story. Universe-hopping, of sorts. How’s Oriana?
Source: pocketcommander
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