#f!shoker

[hatboyproject]

Hey Guess What

GUESS WHAT

it’s out

[ripley95]

Rare Pairs: F!Shoker

[crqstalite]

"What about you and me?"

"What about us?"

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This is one of those drawings where I was far more concerned about getting it out of my drafts than being entirely satisfied with it. Heck, I've been sitting on it for three-ish months as of two days ago.

Anyway, I should've been able to smooch Joker and it's a travesty I couldn't do it canonically.

[faejilly]

Ella Shepard and 22. A Promise pretty please <3

signs of affection meme … I’m bringing back this ancient prompt for Inktober #6: water because fic/ink/kink/prep-tober is all about Clearing Out The Cobwebs (and old fic and sequels) OR SOMETHING

Also I’ve been inexplicably devoid of spoons lately, so. *hands* It feels good to see someone else make do with even less. And maybe I’ll even manage to make it through tomorrow without another nap. We can dream, can’t we? (Here’s hoping all your autumnal crap goes away and you can have a nice time too, tig *all the hugs*)

He’s awake.

The aquarium lights are off, everything’s off, except for him.

There’s an orange glow from the bathroom, and now that he’s had a chance to blink a few times, he can hear the water running.

Not just him.

His back aches, and he has to use the side-bar to sit up. 

Yeah, yeah, we’re all off.

He can’t remember where he put his cane and he’s tired; it’s too fucking dark to look for it. He takes it slow, one slow shuffling step at a time, and leans against the wall to go up the stairs.

Fucking stupid open stairs. 

You’d think warships would be better about that sort of thing. Even if people like him aren’t usually considered in the planning stages, all those damn oo-rah marines get injured often enough to make it a concern.

Distracting himself with blue-print antagonism gets him all the way to the bathroom door without having to think too much about what his feet are doing.

Or why she’s there in the middle of the night.

The door is as silent as ever, the lights off except for the emergency runners that work like night-lights. She’s just a shadow, curled in on herself in the middle of the shower floor, wavering and indistinct as the water pours around her.

It hurts down his spine to watch, thoughts heavy enough to weigh him down, heavy enough it’s hard to keep his neck steady; he knows why she needs the one spot where she can’t feel the walls too close or too much space, can’t wonder about the ceiling falling or opening, equally terrible, equal and opposite.

He can’t join her there, can’t sit beside her and wrap his arms around her and feel the water surround them both.

He can’t, and it makes him want to punch something, but he can’t do that either, not if he wants to keep his hand, and he’s rather fond of his hands, so that’s right the fuck out.

He does the next best thing he can, strips and joins her, sitting on the bench against the wall.

He breathes in the steam and closes his eyes, and he feels her shift until she’s next to the bench, not quite leaning against his legs.

He rests his hand on top of her head and feels her sigh.

I’ll be right here babe, for as long as you need me.

[hatboyproject]

No, I Just Have Something In My Eye

A nice still from animations testing today. We Shokerites won’t get a Beam Run goodbye... but we have a little moment on the Normandy, just before. A while ago, one of you fine readers asked me for an option to have Shepard tell Joker she’s always loved him. Well, here it is. Originally I just had him say one line here like, oh when it’s all over, I’ll be here. Or something. But... No, I could do better, so I am. I’m pulling out all the stops for this one, really trying to flex how well I understand the ME3 facial animation system. I wanna make it sing. I am sincere and brave enough to admit that I kinda got a little choked up seeing this bit of the conversation play out live ingame. As you might know, I directly manipulate FemShep’s vocal synth with my own voice, now - so to get that line, I performed it, and then listened to my voice filtered through the synth’s... and then saw it happen in context and it was kinda... powerful for me, I guess. It’s... a weird feeling, because like... It’s the line she’d say, it’s very in character, it’s what I wrote, it’s in keeping with the kind of stuff she says to other LIs. But, this line is definitely more than just Shepard saying this, is all I’m gonna say. I mean to be fair, the entire mod is more than just Shepard saying this. This entire thing is a love letter to the characters and the community. I’m feeling some kinda way about all this because I have worked on this almost every day since September 2020 and it’s finally here.

Okay sappy cringe over

🚨 🚨 HATBOY OT RELEASE IS ON MONDAY. 🚨 🚨

BATTLESTATIONS -- THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

[hatboyproject]

Here is most of one of the three additional investigation paths I added. As usual, not all FaceFX animation is complete, but we're getting there - only a few lines on this path remain. Apologies for the fact this has taken a while to come out, I've needed to learn some new stuff to handle these branches and the scene has a stupid amount of lines. It's a lot to do for just one person. But I'm getting there. Shot by shot, line by line. I definitely have my favourite lines in this path and some of these camera angles I really quite like. For the intimate shots of them talking I tried to position the Normandy model between them. That's why they're there, where they are, and how they fell in love, after all.

[ripley95]

Fic Flashback

Technically supposed to be Fic Flashback Friday, but who cares!

I was tagged by @ljandersen and @laelior. Thank you so much for tagging me!

Concept: Reshare an old work of yours, be it art or fic.

I decided to share the very first fic I ever posted to AO3, but never shared here. It’s f!Shepard/Joker ~8K wordcount. CW: depression.

Summary: It's been two years since the Reapers were destroyed. Shepard made it through the end of the war, but not without a lot of baggage and regrets. It's not until someone from her past shows up that she finally works through some of it to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

A Joker For Her Thoughts

The music was loud and exuberant. Some notably upbeat thing that she wasn’t able to associate with in the least at the moment. To be honest, she hadn’t felt those things in a long time. Not at all in the two years since the end of the war even. Probably not since that party she threw for her crew in Anderson's old apartment right before the final push. Even then it was a struggle. Any good feelings being overshadowed by dread and anxiety for what was to come. Everything may have worked out in the end, but to her it never felt that way.

Shepard was secluding herself, leaning against the bar, nursing her 6th drink. Or was it her 10th? She didn’t particularly care at this point. She watched over the crowd that was being especially animated this evening. And why shouldn’t they be? It was a celebration after all. James and Ashley had just gotten married. It was the first time since the war that she had seen her entire old crew together in one place. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy for them. Whatever happiness she was capable of feeling at this moment was entirely for them. They were two of her closest friends, and they were celebrating the rest of their lives together. It was a good thing, even she could see that, but it just wasn’t enough to get her out of her perpetual funk since the war ended.

She noticed some disheveled mountain looking man walk up to the bar, but barely paid any attention to him. She just assumed it must have been a family member of the bride or groom, and she wasn’t here to make small talk.

It wasn’t until she heard him order his drink that she recognized the voice. Someone she was afraid would likely be here, and had been somewhat relieved when she didn’t see him at the ceremony. She had purposely been avoiding him this whole time. Two years, and up until this moment she thought she might be able to put off this confrontation for an even more unhealthy amount of time.

The man leaned against the bar next to her, drink in hand, straightening his long beard before taking a sip. “Commander,” he said in way of acknowledging her presence.

“It’s Rear Admiral now, haven’t you heard?”

“Ah, no actually. I left the Alliance a while back. Or hadn’t you heard?”

“I guess I hadn’t,” she said quietly, staring at the floor. “It’s good to see you again, Joker.”

Read the rest on AO3

Tagging: @rpgwrites @mordinette @aricazorel​ and anyone else who would like to share an older work again. No obligations, of course.