Only If You Forget To Cherish Him 💜💀💚

A humble question for my followers…?

Would any of you be interested in me posting some of my original writing…? Should I do a synopsis post for some of my novel oc’s…? Would you all like me to design them in Artbreeder…?

I just have a lot of ideas while I consider self-publishing and I’d just like to know if anyone might enjoy it if I shared my work 😁

Or should I perhaps open a separate blog dedicated solely to that and drop a link for it…???

As someone with a shelter dog that does exactly this, out of the blue? Whenever? Highly likely lol

So…I had a dream after seeing this picture on Tumblr. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but damn, it was fucking emotional. So just imagine with me…share my pain…

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Garrus storms into the Med Bay where you, innocent, Y/n Shepard are out cold, being rushed to the Main Fleet on the Normandy after saving the universe. Now you were the last Shepard…

“Kaidan! Where’s Y/n?!” Garrus shouts, Kaidan is standing by your side. You were a member of the crew, a Lieutenant like James…very close to everyone.

You had been there since the start. Supporting everyone, doing your best to help Shepard- your older brother- even going with him to Cerberus to stop the collectors when you found out he was alive. Even Jack and Javik liked you.

But things went badly on the final mission…

“Garrus, please-” Kaidan tried to speak, tears in his eyes.

“No!” Garrus cut him off. “Where is Shepard?! He has to be okay! He’s always okay!!!” Garrus shouted viciously.

“What could I do, Garrus?! She ran after Shepard! I got cut off from them! What could I have done?!?” Kaidan shouted back, truly wanting to know…because he didn’t.

Both of them cared about you, more than they would admit…now maybe never being able to get the chance. It killed them inside.

“He-…he’s not dead!” Garrus stammered before walking up and grabbing Kaidan by the shirt. “Y/n isn’t dying either! She won’t-…” Garrus couldn’t even function to get words out at that point, going to a low-toned, but heavy, loud and guttural growl. He was too frustrated to think straight.

“Y/n said so, Garrus! If I could have, I would have saved him. Shepard gave his life for the universe, we can’t-…we can’t be selfish…Y/n just lost the last of her family…” Kaidan said grimly, his voice trailing off in hurt.

“Selfish…? You wanna know what’s selfish…? The fact that you didn’t protect Y/n like we promised to do! No matter who she picked!” Garrus barked and Joker came walking in, hoping to check on you, EDI flying with autopilot.

He came just in time to jump between Garrus and Kaidan before they could lunge at each other, practically foaming at the mouths with rage.

“Guys! You’re gonna wake her up and she’ll be pissed! Now shut.up! Y/n wouldn’t want this-” Joker stopped talking when all three heard a small sob.

The room was silent enough for a pin to drop and echo…

They all looked to you. You lay on one of the metal tables, your hair a mess, pooled around your head, your armor was ruined, ash and blood smeared the right side of your face where you had hit the ground at one point. You held your right hand over your mouth, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to muffle your own sobs of grief.

“Y/n…?” Kaidan asked.

You sniffled and gasped in pain when a hard sob came. “A-all of you…g-get out…” You whispered coarsely, trying to find your voice.

“What?” Garrus asked in shock.

You snapped. “I-I said: G-GET OUT!!!” You screamed, your biotics causing loose objects- tools, pens, medicine bottles, papers- to go flying about the room.

They didn’t hesitate, knowing that if they stayed, they were dead, or worse, your wounds would get worse…

They left you alone in your grief…for now…

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My pain is horrible isn’t it? I had this dream a few weeks ago, suffering from the immense feels that I get from ME 3. I literally woke up that morning and wanted to apologize to those characters. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!!! I cried…

It was not a good day after that ;-;

Okay, hear me out. The Lord of the Rings…but they’re allowed to use curse words…

“They have a fucking cave troll...”

“I cannot jump the distance! You’ll have to fucking toss me!”

“Merry! It’s Frodo fucking Baggins!”

“Gods damn it…a Balrog of fucking Morgoth.”

“Fool of a fucking Took.”

“Bitch, please. I am no man.”

“Peregrin Took, you little shit!”

“By nightfall, these hills will be crawling with fucking orcs.”

“I think I’ve fucking broken something.”

“Your bodyguard?” “His fucking gardener.”

“I would cut off your head, you little shit, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.”

“You’re late…you look fucking terrible.”

“And for you Frodo Baggins…Elrond’s father in a fucking bottle.”

“PO-FUCKING-TA-TOES!”

Poor Kaidan…

If somebody hits me up with a “Hello there,” you better appreciate my reply of “GeNeRaL KeNoBi,” or the conversation won’t be lasting very long...

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When people ask why you’re always talking about where you’re from..

(strangled sobs)

We are travelers constantly moving forward and looking back. Alone and as one. 

Imagine knowing Geralt of Rivia for many years...but when he finds you again, you've stopped your questing and become a bard...singing with the same voice that entranced him all those years ago...

Geralt stops dead in his tracks as he passes in front of Dandelion’s tavern in Novigrad. He couldn’t believe his own ears…as the sound of a silken voice he hadn’t heard for an age came to his ears. Ciri, Triss and Yennefer who were walking with him gave him a queer look. “Geralt, what on earth are you stopping for?” Triss asked. Geralt weighed his options and took a deep breath. “I-…I need to go see who’s playing.” He said awkwardly, praying in his mind that it was actually you. He hurried into the tavern, listening to the end of your song, smiling faintly as his suspicion was confirmed. The girls just watched him as he ignored the crowd, lowering his hood and walking right up on stage, hugging you tightly just after you set your lute down. After a warm greeting and some explanation, he came to introduce you to the girls and they were all stunned by you. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet Y/n…I’ve known her longer than Vesemir.” He smiled just a bit more warmly. “G-Geralt-” Ciri stammered. “Her eyes and hair- Is she-…a Witcher…?” She asked in shock. “A woman as a Witcher…that’s-…not possible.” Triss said with a breathtaken tone. You just smiled and bowed low. “I stopped hunting years ago…but I like to keep my edge, working with Dandy. It’s wonderful to finally meet the women that he sings about.” You chuckled…it was the first time you had seen Geralt in nearly a hundred years…