Kyra

Star Wars side blog: https://whatthesithitskyra.tumblr.com/ 27y.o. Engineer and Sci-fi nerd. I even have the 2inches thick glasses. I’m Italian so careful with your opinions about pizza.

[kyratittyfish]

Fics masterlist

You can find me on Ao3 as tittyFish (yeah, I know, my username is awesome), or on ff.net as StargazerKyra.

I hope you enjoy reading my fics as much as I loved writing them!

One Shots

Space monkeys and space trees

One of Hackett's errands has Shepard climbing up a tree to go after a pyjack. set during ME1.

read on tumblr | Ao3 | ff.net

Shiny And New (But I'm Still Me And You're Still You)

After a long day fighting Collectors, Commander Angela Shepard retreats to the Normandy lounge only to find that Joker is there too. 

With the shadow of Alchera still looming over them, however, their late night chat will soon turn heavier.

Read on Tumblr | Ao3

Of fish and fireplaces

In which Shepard is a terrible fish owner, EDI is a snitch, and Joker can't deal with compliments. Set during ME3.

read on tumblr | Ao3 | ff.net

Doctor's orders

Joker has a string of bad luck that lands him in the med bay. Luckily, Doctor Chakwas is there to take on her unofficial ship mom role. Set during ME3.

read on | Ao3 | ff.net

Burns like a forest fire

During the events of ME3, Shepard is plagued by nightmares. After a particularly horrific one, Joker tries to comfort her, but the Commander's walls are hard to tear down. Set during ME3.

read on tumblr | Ao3 | ff.net

Thunderstruck

A cabin in the woods, a warm couch, cuddles, a fluffy dog, and no Reapers in sight: Shepard and Joker’s post war happily ever after is looking as relaxing as ever. Until natural forces add to the mix, that is. Post war.

Read on tumblr | Ao3

Exchange fics

…and a drink with two umbrellas

The last time Alexandra Shepard and Joker tried to have a fun, relaxing night out, they were almost killed by her evil clone. They deserve a proper dinner date to make up for that fiasco. Hopefully, this time it'll be a less eventful one.

Written for the ShepardSummer2022 exchange. Read on Ao3

This Is What I Fight For

The war against the Reapers is wearing Commander Aurora Shepard down, and even victories feel bittersweet. 

Fortunately, she doesn’t have to fight them on her own.

Written for the N7 2022 exchange. Read on Ao3

Multi chapter fics

Between the end and the beginning

It was supposed to be a simple patrol run, but life is never that simple. Death, unfortunately, often is. After Alchera, Joker knows it all too well. But sometimes, death is not the end and life gets a second chance. Follow Joker as he deals with the consequences of the Collectors attack on the Normandy SR1, and eventually finds a new beginning.

Chapter 1: Mayday. An unknown enemy takes down the SR1, and Commander Angela Shepard with it. Read on Ao3

Chapter 2: Choices. Dr Chakwas receives an unexpected visit, and an alarming phone call. Read on Ao3

Chapter 3: Aftermath. As they deal with the consequences of the previous night events, Chakwas makes Joker an offer he can't refuse. Read on Ao3

Chapter 4: Roots. After joining Cerberus, Joker spends some time with his family. Read on Ao3

Chapter 5: Steps. Frustration and doubts pile up as Joker goes through the intense medical treatment Cerberus has planned for him. Doctor Chakwas is determined to show him her support. Read on Ao3

Chapter 6: Reunions. At long last, Joker gets to see his Commander. Facing her means facing his demons as well. Read on Ao3

Chapter 7

[rhibbet]

< renoir’s phone dings >

Beloved Gustave! I’m writing my fic where he lives and I couldn’t get this meme out of my head, so I caved and made it.

[painterofhorizons]

post Akuze WIP - egg edition

I swear, I am a serious author.

Things that definitely happened at some point in the post Akuze recovery.

~ ~ ~

Miroslaw always went to check in with her post surgery. Technically it wasn’t part of his job, at least not until she was awake enough for physical therapy. But he knew a friendly face could make all the difference and he didn’t mind doing some sick visits just for the sake of it.

Besides, post-anesthesia-Reda could be a quite entertaining person to be around.

The procedure she’d undergone today had been a relatively minor one to fix some ongoing nerve issues in her left arm. She’d been out for barely half an hour, so he’d volunteered to be around when she woke up again instead of doing their regular afternoon PT session. But even with the surgery being a minor one, sedation had done a damn good job.

Reda was trying to tell him something for a couple of minutes by now but wasn’t quite there enough again to catch up with her thoughts.

“What did I do with my what?” he tried to make sense of her slurred words.

Reda frowned at him, having the same intense stare high on drugs as she had completely sober. She had told him five or so times by now – ten maybe, numbers were hard to catch – what exactly did he not understand about his question?

What was he hiding?

“Egg.”

Her right hand aimlessly waved through the air, trying to gesture something.

“Where’s your egg. The-” more hand waving, eagerly directed at him “-man high. Egg. On trips-“

A man high egg on trips.

Miroslaw raised his brows.

“Man high stone egg, going on trips” she repeated, as if he was slow-witted. Her hand sank back onto the blanket, suddenly very, very tired.

She sounded deeply offended.

“You went on trips without me, man.”

She didn’t know where the egg was now. Everything felt heavy. Her foot wiggled itself free from the too warm blanket.

“Where did you go.”

“Where’s the egg.”

“Why did you go without me.”

Whenever Miro thought he could give her an answer – whatever that answer would be – she added another question-disguised-accusation to the list.

“You can’t go on trips with the egg without me. I want to come on the adventures.”

Her hand tried to fix some stubborn wrinkle on the too warm blanket, but coordination was as hard as numbers.

Shit wasn’t fair.

“That’s rude, man.”

She looked up again from her hand, eyes wandering through the anesthetic recovery room, staring at Miro for a moment without really looking at him. The egg wasn’t there. Where had it gone.

Why was she hungry.

Miroslaw slowly nodded, agreeing with her. Sounded pretty rude to him, too. Pretty serious indeed. How dare he.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad by excluding you.”

In the egg adventures.

She took a shaky breath that felt like the dumb egg was sitting right on her chest. Her mouth was dry. Maybe she’d eaten the egg, off-white and all, and couldn’t remember it.

The frown on her face grew deeper.

“I have eaten your egg.”

The realization hit her hard.

“I’m so sorry.”

Miro couldn’t help but snicker. He reached for her arm, comfortingly patting her.

“Don’t worry. The egg is fine.”

“But where did it go.”

He realized he wouldn’t get away without making up some kind of egg adventure that he’d done earlier, without her, if he wanted her to find some peace of mind midst sedation. So where did the man high stone egg and he go…

“You know the trip we took the other day to the snack vending machine down second level in B-hall?”

“With the ice cream?”

“With the ice cream. So the egg wanted-“

“Ice cream.”

Reda nodded, as if that was the only possible answer to the egg riddle.

“Gotcha. Can I have some.”

He reached over to the cup with ice cubes on the drawer. He got her covered, friendly face and ice cubes and egg and all. He was always amazed hearing her talk so much under sedation, when she’d soberly still preferred to sign instead of speaking.

~ ~ ~

Inspired by this video and a nightly chat with dearest @kyratittyfish and one of the many What If's that have shaped the post Akuze fic by now.

[cerealism]

What's up jayvik nation

[kyratittyfish]

As I said, part II

They’re consuming me indeed.

[lis-alis]

i was giggling the whole time drawing this

[kyratittyfish]

As I said

They’re consuming me.

[allgidity]

stay your pretty eyes on course

[kyratittyfish]

hello I’ve been watching Arcane and one guess to which characters/pairing stole my heart hint hint science gay boys

[painterofhorizons]

Beware, a dickpic. 🤣

There's a lot of inside joke about the dick cookies basically about a former work project being shit and politics being shit, but yeah, see the dicks in all their glory. 😂 A vacation evening with @kyratittyfish well spent.

[kyratittyfish]

Tasty, delicious dicks 😋

[1solone]

[painterofhorizons]

@kyratittyfish next. week.

[kyratittyfish]

T MINUS 9 DAYS

[byjove]

“I don’t know how to reconcile that my favorite piece of media was made by someone awful.” Because they’re a shitty person who made something good. It’s not that rare of a phenomenon. Shitty people make good things everyday. A piece of art being made by a terrible person does not make its effect null and void and making good art does not redeem a terrible person. People who are irredeemably nasty can say something true and honest on occasion. To reevaluate a work after finding out more about the artist’s horrendous biases and actions and still find things that are honest and true even when consuming it through a critical lens, that is a beautiful thing. If the artist’s actions and words completely destroy it for you and distort the meaning you once found, it’s okay to feel a sense of mourning and loss at that.

This is not to say that you should continue to lavish social and financial capital on the artist because you enjoy their art but to say that enjoying art made by horrible people does not mean you are in some way unclean.

[matt-the-radar-techncian]

Like, are you also surprised when a “good” person makes bad art? Are you also under a moral obligation to like shitty art or media just because of the person who made it?

[kyratittyfish]

A broken clock is right twice a day, and a working clock is wrong twice a year.

(assuming you do daylight saving time)

[painterofhorizons]

(post Akuze rehab banter)

The first acute pain flare up James witnessed in Reda completely shifted his perception of where in her recovery process she was, and what side effects clouded the way for her. For him, it was pretty straight forward: wrack ACL, get surgery, let the shit heal, build back mobility and strength, be done. He had let himself be fooled at first to assume the same was true for Reda – having met her during a relatively good episode. But he was quickly brought back down to earth witnessing her state over the past few days.

Now, on the end of day four since the flare up, he finally began to see some light at the end of the tunnel. While Reda was still bed bound, at least she was sitting, she didn’t need sensory depriving aids anymore, and pain management seemed to be working. She was even up for some light conversation, or at least endured him talking bullshit to keep her entertained. She’d even signed a few words.

All the things he’d taken for granted with her just days ago – sitting, walking, talking, excercising. Until that house of cards had collapsed, because things just weren’t that simple.

James insisted on keeping her company during his time off, spending the free time in between treatment by her bed, even though she’d told him he didn’t need to waste his time like this. He’d swallowed the impulse to argue with her about that and just reassured her it was fine for him. Because it was, and it felt like the most valuable thing he could do with his free time at this very moment.

And he didn’t intend to leave just now.

When the door swooshed open and nurse Kalyani entered the room carrying a small tray of jelly, James sat up a little more upright, trying to get himself into a posture that was slightly more impressive, a little more manly, and put up his best flirty face. He’d seen the disgusted microexpression on Reda’s face knowing what was to come, and he was eager to brighten the mood by hook or by crook.

He gestured towards the tray.

“Hey, any chance I can get one of those?”

Reda frowned at his words, but her eyes were rivet to the object of her hatred sitting on the table board in front of her. Jelly time was a nightmare. Eating, in general, was. But this tasteless, gunky, undefined substance of nauseating consistence was a particular joy four times a day for her, when she was taken out by pain or other complications.

Kalyani side-eyed the bulky marine in the chair beside her patient’s bed. She’d seen him around here a number of times by now, and while she was no fan of his attitude, as long as he kept a low profile towards Reda she tolerated his presence, knowing having a friendly face around was beneficial for her.

“Pretty please?”, James added with a smirk on his lips.

Kalyani handed him one of the spare cups of clear jelly from the tray.

The smirk on James’ face grew into a grin. “Any chance I could get a bigger one, you know, proper for my size?” He gestured with both hands forming a circle around the tiny cup that was about eight times the diameter.

“Don’t stretch your luck, Mr. Vega.”

Reda slid her own tiny cup of jelly down the table towards James, and earned a warning glance from the nurse.

“And you don’t stretch my patience, Reda”, Kalyani dunned her.

“Worth a try”, Reda muttered, making James snicker.

“No worries, nurse Kalyani, I’ll make sure to not touch hers. Even if you hurt my feelings with this tiny portion of a deliciously tasteless treat.”

Kalyani snorted and shook her head. Then, looking at Reda, she said “I’ll be back at half past with your meds.”

[newvegascowboy]

"Tumblr is my bedroom" this "tumblr is a pinboard" that

Tumblr is an apartment complex with thin walls and every so often you just have to listen to your neighbors say the most deranged shit imaginable

[kyratittyfish]

hey it's me

the neighbor

[dorkywastelander]

First time drawing RatBoy

I’m lovin’ it.

[dorkywastelander]

Update: (quasi) Naked MoleMacRat

Yes, he’s that much of a Grognak fan.

[dorkywastelander]

First time drawing RatBoy

I’m lovin’ it.

[kyratittyfish]

I made a Fallout sideblog!

And posted some new art cause I’m MacCready trash.

[painterofhorizons]

poh's Akuze masterpost

Since Akuze is my fav Mass Effect playground since 2020, it's time for a masterpost.

Published Fic (x)

20 times Akuze almost gets Shepard (AO3, tumblr): After Akuze, Shepard fights to gain back agency. // 8k, pre-ME1, PTSD, recovery, Captain Anderson

Ghosts from the Past, pt. 01 (AO3, tumblr): Fifteen months after surviving the thresher maw massacre on Akuze, Shepard is confronted with ghosts from her past, when a relative of one of her dead former comrades takes a position on the same vessel that she’s assigned to. // 2k, pre-ME1, Engineer Adams

Ghosts from the Past, pt. 02 (AO3): With both of them hurting a relative’s death, Adams tries to mend burning bridges. // 3.5k, pre-ME1, Engineer Adams

Area secure, Commander (AO3): Tali’s first encounter with a thresher maw doesn’t exactly go ideal, but little does she know. // 1.5k, ME1, PTSD, Tali, Garrus

Currently Working On

The Good, Bad, And The Ugly (work in progress): An episode long fic for the post-Akuze recovery, losely following the 20 Times timeline, but adjusting things and diving deeper into the struggles, people and places important during the long way back. It takes fire to forge a N7 soldier. // ~18 chapters, pre-ME1, PTSD, recovery, Captain Anderson, James vega, Jeff Joker Moreau

WIPs

Arcturus Station, 2179

Two Aces In Disguise

Of all things Akuze has taken from her, the ability to communicate is the most excruciating one.

at some point post-Akuze in the rehab facility, Shepard meets a young James Vega

reliving Akuze

“How’s Giles doing?”

white noise

birthday

Tabatha Adams

tbc

Art

post Akuze promotion portrait

meta human portraits Reda Shepard&James Vega

Akuze Giving Me A Headache (random musings)

x x x x

Things I've Said (asks)

x x x

Random Bits And Pieces

Mass Effect Writing Masterpost incl. non-Akuze writings

Last updated: 2024-08-13

[silentturtle]

This.

[kyratittyfish]

9 people you want to know better tag

thanks for tagging me, @themarydragon

Three Ships: can I say Shoker thrice? No? Well, in that case Shoker (Commander Shepard x Joker, Mass Effect), Metrical (Merrin and Cal, Star Wars) and, uh. That's it. It's hard for me to ship, but when I do, I ship *hard*.

First Ship: Shoker.

Last Song: Korea by Deftones

Last Movie: Paragon Lost (the Mass Effect animated movie)

Currently Reading: fanfictions. A lot of them. I'll let you guess the pairing.

Currently Watching: Buffy, with my sister! She's team Angel.

Currently Eating: Peaches! Orange peaches. Very sweet and tasty.

Currently Craving: melon ice cream

Tagging @painterofhorizons @commander-krios @michatovah @keriweird @sleepytimegrrl @dr-paine @fireflyecho @sephraem @acciokaidanalenko

[andremichaux]

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