Cap - 30ish - She/They 🏳️🌈
Chaotic Dumbass
Header from the wonderful @frankiesoup
DNI - Minors - Forgot you existed
Know me IRL? That's a you problem babe
Fanfiction and (aspiring) novel writer, occasional artist, committed yapper
Main Fandoms: Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and BG3
You can find me on ao3 @ capnmarvl
College Professor & Social Psychologist - Research focus in secondary traumatization and compassion fatigue
Herder of 4 dumb cats (Aurora, Liliana, Silas, and Deacon) with my wife
Additional hobbies: Archery, weight lifting, playing dnd, asking farm animals to stop biting me, cosplaying, general crafting
Fic list, OC list, and some art under the cut
Mass Effect Fanfictions
Shakarian
AU - Fostered Rivalry - 3-part alternate first meeting w/ Extras
1. Priority: Old Friends and New - 26k; Mature
2. Priority: Making and Breaking Amends - 44k; Mature
3. Priority: Loved, Needed, Wanted - 38k; Mature
4. How to Raise Your Human (Currently Updating!) - 5k+; Mature
5. Priority: You've Got to be Kitten Me - Standalone - 2k; Teen
You can follow my shenanigans about this series here
2. Buy in for Skyllian Five - 10k; Explicit
3. Bare Minimum Functioning Adult - 5k; Teen
4. Asphyxiation Supernova - 2k; Teen
5. Is It Sacrilegious to Worship Between Your Thighs? - 1.7k; Explicit
Vetryder
New Galaxy, Same Ryder - 1.5k; General
Dragon Age Fanfictions
Cullavellan
Three Knocks for Doomed Man’s Heart - 1.5k; Mature
Novel(s)
The Lives and Deaths of Maple Feychild - Tag
Main Ocs (Mostly dnd characters)
Isbel Goldfluff(she/her) - Lupine Archdruid Circle of the Beast
Valiant (she/her) - Tiefling Warlock Pact of the Archfey
Goodberry "Berry" Goldfluff (he/him) - Isbel's son; Lupine Paladin Oath of the Ancients
Maple Feychild (he/him) - Main Character of my novel; Fey Elf Bard College of Glamour
Thomas Reynolds (he/him) - Maple's LI in LaDoMF
Varian (he/him) - Mass Effect OC; Turian - Part of Fostered Rivalry
"someone who really has pOCD would be disgusted and horrified at their intrusive thoughts" or maybe i'm in therapy & am going by the books, being radically ambivalent to my intrusive thoughts instead of wasting energy mentally washing my paws of sin. i'm not going to perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed.
"#Yeah I know we’ve got the brick emoji but I need a folding chair emoji#🪑 <- this guy doesn’t cut it because it would break so fast" idk man i'm pretty sure getting hit by any kind of chair is going to hurt
LMAO HI KATE
Yeah okay but listen, it would hurt once, but what you’ve done is hit us multiple times with continuous equal effect. After you’ve broken the wooden chair it’s just a stick and the stick is effective sure, but not nearly as effective as the metal chair which has more longevity in its ability to beat people.
No I’ve not put a lot of thought into this metaphor, why are you asking?
i wonder if shepard has any sort of residual trauma walking up to the main battery. to the helm. just an uneasy clench in her gut before a familiar face turns to greet her. the former is where she told ashley to get moving before weaving around sleeper pods. the latter is where she missed getting into the escape pod. she walks up both in her rounds.
she stands at the base of the stairs leading up the catwalk from the mess. gardner’s busy hunched over a cutting board and shooting a smart remark back at hawthorne so neither pay her much mind. she ascends slowly, the sleeper pods lined along the edges like empty coffins. there’s a heaviness to her footfalls, the back of her throat burning as the ghost of another stride pounds away from her at her order. she does not waver, watching the door lock flicker in recognition, and garrus turns just as it parts, eyes cast in shadow from the backlit glow over the thanix like the remnants of someone else she left behind. he saves something on his console and she says, “do you have a minute?”
the walk up to the helm isn’t that long; she’s only going up to see how joker is faring with EDI. the cerberus crew acknowledges her as she strides up the bridge and she them, but the rock in her gut soldifies. she finds herself glancing surreptitiously to the arrays alongside her: different consoles, the edge of the airlock, the spread of the helm. the walk is smoother, but her quiet breathing is loud to her own ears, the zipper of her hoodie dragging along her chest like a noose. joker’s back is to her for the time being, muttering something to the orb that glows beside him, pulsing as it considers him. joker waves a hand, and she knows the crack of his wrist beneath hers. she swallows it back as he turns and she says, “i trust everything is going well up here?”
Title: Stretches for Mental Reach and Emotional Flexibility
Rating: E
Word Count: 7,267
Summary:
Jane and Garrus agreed to have sex. That's all it is, right? Well, they're not really sure. If only one of them could draw up the courage to ask.
But maybe it's better this way. Less likely to interrupt the crew without any feelings.
After all, it's not like the crew has been betting on when they'll get together, right?
. . . Right?
Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.
what they don’t tell you about being a writer is that returning to a long fic you haven’t touched in a while means rereading 50k words first because you don’t actually remember your own fics that well
