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[maplebees100]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

posting this here because I like how it's turned out so far :)))

[maplebees100]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Guys I wrote another one...

This one's for the @mcyt-alphabet-challenge! My prompt was L for late night conversations! Enjoy :D

[maplebees100]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New fic, go check her out if your interested in androids, Etho, Bdubs, illegal things, Police officer Jimmy and Joel, and mad scientist Lizzie :D

[queer-queen-of-the-bees]

The sky is so many shades of various colors. The setting sun is barely scraping the horizon. Purple around me talk in soft voices out of respect for the sound of the music playing from an unfamiliar instrument. I'm watching the water of the river from high up. It's so far below, yet bright. No one here is sad. They're all so happy. I'm sitting alone. I'm watching the indescribable orange lights fade into a darker light, and I'm lost in thought. About the serenity. About the peace. My mind is on my girlfriend, as it usually is. I only wish she were here next to me, her hand in mine, her head on my shoulder, enjoying this gorgeous moment with me. And I know she would be. For once in the day, I don't feel bad. I feel fine. I feel happy. I feel relaxed. I hold no worries nor hurt feelings about arguments I've had with my dad today. The sky turns pink and purple and red and orange. And as the wind tugs at my hair, and the sounds of life surround me, I can't help but smile.

[beesvevo]

vermillion + renegade shep and/or cattleya + joker

vermillion: a bright orange-red; the last breath of sunlight

(Sorry It’s short and sort of meh, my writing skill apparently isn’t with me tonight.)

Commander Shepard. She is truly a hard woman to describe. Some say she’s tense, terrifying on and off the battlefield, but there’s a certain beauty in the way she moves. Hips sway like the hectic rolls of the ocean waves, hair flows like the boughs of trees bend in the winds of a storm. She’s chaos, she’s hell, a whirlwind wrapped up in the body of a goddess, waiting to unleash her wrath upon the world. She rose storms and left calm in her wake, She walked upon the daylight and brought the dark of night across the horizon. They say she is the last sunset you’ll ever see, the vermillion of her eyes boring into your soul before you see the darkness of judgment.