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[starrynet]

they asked him about the milk and cookies (context/transcript here)

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[threebeandinner]

30. Protection

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[wet-biscuit-mcglee]

adhd

[cinlat]

“My Bad.”

[ardeawritten]

Once again I am not working on Blue Shift because I’m working on After Blue Shift but here, have my thoughts on suppression fields in-narrative:

The Combine took six months to decide humanity’s end.

In Calhoun’s little band of soldiers, scientists and survivors, in one night, four women miscarried.

There was blood, there were tears. Uncomfortable conversations with young, unprepared medics. Sympathetic older women who talked about unprecedented stress levels and inadequate rest.

Over the next week six more miscarried. Two hadn’t even known they were pregnant.

And then a woman six weeks from her due date delivered a stillborn son, her child formed and perfect and cold, and there was a grave dug and a tiny headstone chiseled from a roadside brick, and people started to talk. Radio conversations, hushed messages with other civilian bands; the problem was spreading and it was getting worse.

There were no second tries. Whatever kept life from beginning was keeping life from trying again, in more ways than one. Calhoun noticed it as a creeping apathy and general fatigue, like a high-pressure overcast windless day, never breaking into storm. And it wasn’t just that sex had lost its charm; people complained about headaches, thirst, no sense of taste, a ringing in their ears and an inability to sleep the night through. They tried drugs and herbal remedies and got irritated with each other until the message went around it was no one’s fault.

The problem was planet-wide and it couldn’t be blocked. The Combine hadn’t released a disease or contagion, they’d sent out a signal. A low-frequency subliminal message, a sound at just the right pitch to disrupt human life in a hundred different ways. Broadcast from every obsidian tower, on every continent, resonant through ocean and solid stone. Inescapable.

It killed the birds too, all the small delicate things. Insects, pollinators. Disoriented bats flew in broad daylight, bees swarmed aimlessly, aggressive and agitated. The only thing it didn’t touch was Xen wildlife, and they feasted on the dead and dying.

The Combine killed the future with a song.

There was rage, and prayers, and suicides, and no one cared when life began, only that the Combine had ended it. And humanity coalesced into a united front in a way it had never done before. No one’s gods claimed the apocalypse; this was no one’s rapture.

[kierarutherford]

Friendly Reminder

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[plotbunny-bundle]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Justice & Anders Characters: Anders (Dragon Age), Justice (Dragon Age), Nathaniel Howe, Sigrun (Dragon Age), Oghren, Velanna Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Temporary Character Death, Death is cheap, Spirits, Possession, Heavy Angst, Dark, Bittersweet Ending, and of course REVENGE!, POV Second Person, POV First Person Summary:

Anders has a stalker. One who means him well, and one who means him ill; but between the two of them, he's going to have a very bad day.