✨Hii. I'm Ale/Neileen, and I'm not good at introductions ✨
I'm an artist with a tendency to hyperfixate. It's been ten years, and I'm still not over Joker being non-romanceable.
Browse my art-tag // likes & reblogs are appreciated Bits and pieces about my Shepard // info-dump, games, headcanons about my femShepard
I have a degree in translation, but I'm still riding an excuse of English not being my native language when it comes to writing.
GLASS BONES THICK SKIN SERIES FIC-LIST:
Jeff "Joker" Moreau x Alice "Torfan Bitch" Shepard (spacer, ruthless, renegon, organic/synthetic hybrid)
What Breaks, What Holds (completed, awaits revisiting 20/20) // 23,320 words
“So, have you heard about our new XO?” Jenkins poked his head from the corridor, eyes wide with excitement. “The Torfan Bitch herself.” Joker doesn't know yet, how the 'Alliance xenophobic poster child' would turn his world upside down and, god, he is here for the ride, even if he can only sit in the cockpit and react.
A Debt of Survival (completed 4/4) // 5,579 words
Shepard was dead. Half the crew was dead. And Joker was alive. Alive and useless. Quick intermission, showing how exactly did Joker end up with the Cerberus, where are his crutches and why is his eye twitching every time someone uses the cloaking tech beside him.
The Pilot's Guide to Bad Decisions (ongoing 37/38) // 83,196 words
His legs were still aching from therapy, from walking, but the pain was grounding. The galaxy finally started to shift back in place. Two years of ghosts, of pain, and finally—here. In the pilot seat of the new ship. The fact that they were technically under the command of a terrorist organization? With Shepard back—figures. But Joker isn’t just watching anymore. He is reclaiming his life, piece by piece, wondering if he can stop Shepard before she tears herself down.
