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I think wed all benefit if everyone on this website learned that sex work isn’t just part of a feminist issue, it’s part of a modern cultural erasure of sex and pleasure and a class antagonism that has been fostered since the advent of capitalism, and more importantly: I like my fucking job
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Check out the art for my RMEBB 2019 fic done by my collab partner! When I first saw the piece, I immediately knew what I was going to be writing about. (And coincidentally, “run boy run” has been on my ryder’s playlist for the longest time lol).
I made a playlist for this fic too, which you can check out here!
Time for MEBB posting y’all! :D Thank you so much to @azzydarling for hosting the MEBB again and thank you so much @featheredfurther for writing such an awesome fic! You are both awesome <3333
Here is the story link!!! It’s on Ao3 right now!!
Non-Pathfinder Ryder twin is sent to Kadara to deal with the Charlatan problem, which isn’t the kindest place to be in, truthfully. Ruled by Sloane Kelly with an iron fist, she has one goal: eliminate Vidal and his petty little gang and secure her place as the true ruler of Kadara. Ryder might be instrumental to his downfall.In his first mission for Sloane, Ryder meets a charming young man who challenges everything he knows.
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I really don't buy the whole "i don't like a lot of female characters bc they're all badly written" from like fan spaces bc when a female character who is realistically flawed and has pretty much the same traits as all the popular/fan favourite male characters, people will call her a bitch and hate her.
ie: why is vriska serket the most polarizing character in homestuck when gamzee and eridan exists? why do people hate vivienne for being ambitious and self-righteous when fan favourite solas is just as if not more ambitious and self-righteous than vivienne?
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Jean naming their kid after their moms is his way of reconciling with his name. Since birth, Jean had no choice. He was Alec's kid, from his name to his ambitions. Clara has a choice. Clara isn't weighed down by the decisions of her namesakes.
He lies and tells him, he names her after Maria Clara. Then he finds out her second name is Helena.
Regardless, she has no last name and when she needs one, Reyes writes Ryder instead of Vidal.
She's been dead for 600 years, yet Clara Vidal still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
(If she wasn't consumed by grief, maybe she would have loved Jean and their little Clara.)
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I don’t recall if I ever posted this on here (as in on my blog) but considering I’ve kind of read this again…
Anyway this is my pride and joy until I get on my ass and finish the gd sequel fic. Very Reyes centric and this is where I introduce that twerp, Ferreira.
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As Vidal's shuttle flies away in the distance, Aoba's Omni tool blinks.
Sender, unknown.
To: Aoba Kamiyama Ferreira
From: [REDACTED]
Subject: Deep red
She was alive the entire time.
So they're opening old wounds now? Rip the scabs and dig deep until the pain lingers in his body.
It's difficult to think she lived a full life knowing she was alone. And Aoba might have nieces and nephews, and grand nieces and great great grand nephews; generations of a family he'll never know. They lived full lives while he sleeps for 600 years
Aoba clicks "Delete."
He's done enough reminiscing for a lifetime.
#oc: aoba kamiyama ferreira#mass effect#mass effect andromeda#brushes off dust from writing blog to post a thing about an oc#no one knows unless they read my bb
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Hey, if you don’t mind,could you walk me through your outlining process? Like do you have a specific criteria or bullet points? I’m trying to learn to outline and it would help a lot. Thanks!
My Outlining Process
There are lots of ways to outline a story. You’ll need to mess around with a few before you find one you really like that fits your style. For me, there are four main steps to how I outline.
1. Brain Vomit
I think of everything I want to put into a story and write each event down on a piece of paper, making a completely disorganized list. It doesn’t matter what order I write my ideas down in, all that’s important is getting my ideas out of my head and onto a piece of paper. This includes major plot points, minor story moments, and character/relationship development.
2. Categorize the Vomit
Once I have everything I can think of onto a piece of paper, I get a bunch of different colored highlighters and start categorizing the events. Each type of event (plot point, character A development, characters A and B relationship development, etc.) gets marked with a different color.
3. The Notecard Method
After everything has been categorized, I write each event down on an individual notecard. Different categories of events will go on different colored notecards. At this point, I start laying out the order that I want things to occur. I like using the notecard method because it allows me to easily move events around if I decide to change up my story. The main plot events will get strung together first. Then I build the subplot underneath, and then the character development points, and so on. I try to line up the cards so that they build a clear timeline and match up with the main plot notecards.
4. Detailing
On the back of the notecards, I’ll write small notes that detail the specifics of each event. I’ll include things like location descriptions, dialogue lines, anything that I will use to fill out that scene more.
Once all that is done, I start writing. Remember that outlines are a guide and not something you have to stick with throughout the entire writing process.
Thanks so much for your question! If you need help with anything else, just send in another ask.
~AIT
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lakambaeni replied to your post “Serenade”
elaine im crying this is so goOD!!!!!!
@lakambaeni thank u it means a lot!!
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Serenade
So uhmm...I'm reposting this for merweek2018. It has a proper ending this time so...there are some different things. (And has a title wow)
Like I said in the previous post this is supposed to be part of a fic I've longed since scrapped and I've posted other scenes from said fic on here. This is the last part of said fic so stuff happens.
I might go back to it we'll see.
"What changed?"
What changed is the entire fucking universe wants them to be together. It's like God wrote it in the stars their destinies long before their births. That somewhere in a far-off planet, in a galaxy promising their dreams, he will meet and undeniably fall in love with Reyes Vidal. And no matter how much he runs and pushes him away, fate has an ugly way of stringing them together.
If there is a God, and if he’s listening right now, then he’s a cruel fucking asshole.
“Nothing’s changed,” Jean says. It’s easier to lie. Lie and hope Reyes takes it as a cue to leave.
Instead, Reyes closes the distance between them. He’s dangerously close; Jean can see the lines on his skin, the beauty marks begging to be kissed and his lips-those soft lips inciting memories of a rose-tinted skyline and a caress as sweet as the whiskey on his mouth, of the warm press of skin on skin and pleasured sounds in tune with their heartbeats like a symphony.
And Jean wants them on his lips or anywhere else. Retrace the faded marks on his skin, make new ones.
Shit.
“Talk to me,” he says, his voice growing soft like he fucking cares. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Why should I tell you anything?” He says. It’s not supposed to come out as a sob. He’s not supposed to crumble in front of a man writes off as cruel.
And Reyes is not supposed to act like he’s at all concerned, like there’s anything still between them.
Because there isn’t. Anything they had, if it can be called something, died with Sloane Kelly in that cave.
No, there is. The longing glances, the lingering touches and Reyes taking a bullet for him, they mean something.
No, it’s fucking complicated and Jean can’t deal with complicated.
"If I remember correctly, you find it easy to talk to me," Reyes' expression is impassive as he responds. So he’s been awake the entire time Jean confessed and if Reyes has been awake for longer, what else did he hear? He adds with a smug smile. "Easier than Tiangco."
Your ex-boyfriend who you dated for five years while you only know me for a few months. Jean thinks he’s about to say, to rub salt on the wound. Michael’s different. Their relationship is different. They met at fifteen. At fifteen, Michael Tiangco is new to the Citadel. At fifteen, Michael knows four languages yet speaks English with a clipped accent littered with ano and na. At fifteen, Michael apologizes for his broken English, and a fifteen year old Jean, who still has parents, tells him in Tagalog, he speaks better English than the aliens on the Citadel. And at fifteen, Jean is head over heels in love with a boy long before, he realizes what it all means.
He’s a completely different person at fifteen than at twenty-five. Hell, he’s a different person yesterday when he never considers inviting Reyes to his room in Ditaeon, sitting on the floor and having a heartfelt chat about feelings.
You should be happy, Michael’s words echo in his head. A closure to a tale Jean has ended 600 years ago, and he’s on the precipice of starting a new one or closing another.
“Jean?” Reyes pulls him out of his thoughts. Amber eyes stare at him; they contrast his dark ones yet Reyes looks at him as though they are a black hole, tethering Jean to its focal point.
Maybe, it’s not just the universe who wants them to be together. Maybe, he wants him-Shit. No, it’s complicated and he’s confused and-
“I’m scared,” he finally admits both to Reyes and to himself; his voice is as brittle as thin ice and any moment, he can break. “I’m scared of what you are, of what you could be, of this world of yours that’s dark and uncertain and-” He’s fucking crying. Shit, he’s fucking crying. “I’m so scared of loving you, but I do.”
Only after does he realizes Reyes has twined their fingers together. He swipes a thumb under his eyelid, wiping the wetness there. If his intentions are to console him, then Jean cries even harder.
God dammit.
“I see,” Reyes says simply.
Then nothing is said between them. Jean’s tears haven’t stopped. Reyes hasn’t let go of his hand. He likes it-needs it to anchor him. When the silence is about to kill him, Reyes finally speaks.
“What do you want me to do?”
It’s another mission to him, is it? One needing a carefully constructed plan, a fucking solution. A mission he needs to map and make it absolutely perfect.
This is not a mission or if it can be one, it’s a mission he cannot win.
“I don’t know,” he sobs.
Reyes cups his cheek. With his thumbs, Reyes wipes away his tears. They’re warm and comforting against his skin, and Jean finds himself leaning on them. His eyes are still closed; he’s still afraid of looking into Reyes’ eyes and falling.
“I’m scared too,” Reyes says. He leans against Jean’s forehead. “I was afraid at how you would react and when you did-”
Reyes lets the rest of his sentence dissolve in the air. Jean knows; he doesn’t need a reminder. Back at the cave, his mind overflew with emotions and he reacted with the only way he knows how, pulling at gun at him.
And maybe, Reyes fucking deserves it. At the time, he did. Jean wanted to pull the trigger then, wanted Reyes to remember the hurt, wanted him to feel the pain Jean felt.
Jean opens his eyes. They’re close. Their lips are merely inches apart.
“Why did you still lie to me?” he whispers.
“You didn’t make it easy to tell the truth,” Reyes murmurs. His breath is hot against his lips, and it invites him to move closer. “You walked around Kadara parading the Initiative. You told me you didn’t trust me on our first meeting. How am I supposed to tell you the truth?”
“Oh.”
“I like you a lot, Jean,” he breathes, slipping his hand under Jean”s chin. He has a thumb on his bottom lip. “Against my better judgement, I fell in love with a Initiative pet. Against my better judgement, I never stopped loving this Initiative pet. No matter how much he tells me, he doesn’t like me.”
“So I’m your Initiative pet then?” He whispers.
And he kisses him.
And it feels right, like it’s the only right thing Jean has ever done. Reyes’ lips fit perfectly on his as they have in the storage room; on the rooftops during a sunset; in the darkness of Reyes’ apartment when they fumble with buttons and zippers, desperate to feel each other’s skin; under Tartarus’ neon lights, rough and needy, biting each other’s mouth and wanting it to hurt; and the fleeting moments in between when all they can have is a quick touch of their lips. They fit.
The universe pushes them to be together, tying them together with fate's red string. They fit and it's time, Jean believes it to.
Without breaking the kiss, Jean crawls on Reyes’ lap, straddling his hips and laying his hands on his shoulders. He gasps when they part. “What do you want to do?”
“Try again?” Reyes smiles as if he’s about to propose something dangerous. “See if whatever this is lasts for more than a few weeks.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“We’ll just see what happens then.”
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Untitled Reyder (Angst I guess?)
Consider this part of the fic I scrapped. It was supposed to be a fic developing their relationship but I wasn’t in the right mindset to work on it. There are some scenes I do wanna write such as this one I’m posting and a couple of others. Some of them are posted on this blog and I’m linking them at the bottom of this post.
And who knows I might go back to this fic.
This scene is technically the last part of that fic so uhm..stuff has happened.
"What changed?"
What changed is the entire fucking universe wants them to be together. It's like God wrote it in the stars their destinies long before their births. That somewhere in a far-off planet, in a galaxy promising their dreams, he will meet and undeniably fall in love with Reyes Vidal. And no matter how much he runs and pushes him away, fate has an ugly way of stringing them together.
If there is a God, and if he’s listening right now, then he’s a cruel fucking asshole.
“Nothing’s changed,” Jean says. It’s easier to lie. Lie and hope Reyes takes it as a cue to leave.
Instead, Reyes closes the distance between them. He’s dangerously close; Jean can see the lines on his skin, the beauty marks begging to be kissed and his lips-those soft lips inciting memories of a rose-tinted skyline and a caress as sweet as the whiskey on his mouth, of the warm press of skin on skin and pleasured sounds in tune with their heartbeats like a symphony.
And Jean wants them on his lips or anywhere else. Retrace the faded marks on his skin, make new ones.
Shit.
“Talk to me,” he says, his voice growing soft like he fucking cares. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Why should I tell you anything?” He says. It’s not supposed to come out as a sob. He’s not supposed to crumble in front of a man writes off as cruel.
And Reyes is not supposed to act like he’s at all concerned, like there’s anything still between them.
Because there isn’t. Anything they had, if it can be called something, died with Sloane Kelly in that cave.
No, there is. The longing glances, the lingering touches and Reyes taking a bullet for him, they mean something.
No, it’s fucking complicated and Jean can’t deal with complicated.
"If I remember correctly, you find it easy to talk to me," Reyes' expression is impassive as he responds. So he’s been awake the entire time Jean confessed and if Reyes has been awake for longer, what else did he hear? He adds with a smug smile. "Easier than Tiangco."
Your ex-boyfriend who you dated for five years while you only know me for a few months. Jean thinks he’s about to say, to rub salt on the wound. Michael’s different. Their relationship is different. They met at fifteen. At fifteen, Michael Tiangco is new to the Citadel. At fifteen, Michael knows four languages yet speaks English with a clipped accent littered with ano and na. At fifteen, Michael apologizes for his broken English, and a fifteen year old Jean, who still has parents, tells him in Tagalog, he speaks better English than the aliens on the Citadel. And at fifteen, Jean is head over heels in love with a boy long before, he realizes what it all means.
He’s a completely different person at fifteen than at twenty-five. Hell, he’s a different person yesterday when he never considers inviting Reyes to his room in Ditaeon, sitting on the floor and having a heartfelt chat about feelings.
You should be happy, Michael’s words echo in his head. A closure to a tale Jean has ended 600 years ago, and he’s on the precipice of starting a new one or closing another.
“Jean?” Reyes pulls him out of his thoughts. Amber eyes stare at him; they contrast his dark ones yet Reyes looks at him as though they are a black hole, tethering Jean to its focal point.
Maybe, it’s not just the universe who wants them to be together. Maybe, he wants him-Shit. No, it’s complicated and he’s confused and-
“I’m scared,” he finally admits both to Reyes and to himself; his voice is as brittle as thin ice and any moment, he can break. “I’m scared of what you are, of what you could be, of this world of yours that’s dark and uncertain and-” He’s fucking crying. Shit, he’s fucking crying. “I’m so scared of loving you, but I do.”
Only after does he realizes Reyes has twined their fingers together. He swipes a thumb below his eyelid, wiping the wetness there. If his intentions are to console him, then Jean cries even harder.
God damnit.
Part I | Part II
#reyes vidal#reyder#mreyder#mass effect#f:aggrieve#oc: jean ryder#it's because i enjoy writing jean freaking out about being in love with the worst person
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Reyes: I can't believe your name is Juan.
Jean: I can't believe your name is Reyes. Like my mom's maiden name is Reyes and is the surname of so many other people I know on both Earth and the Citadel but yes, my first name being Juan is completely unbelievable.
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Pairing: Male Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Word count: 4466
Summary:
You're doing your best, sweetheart.
Jean recovers after almost dying on Meridian. Reyes helps, but he doesn't heal.
The road to recovery is a long road, but the light at the end is always bright. It invites them to keep going.
Excerpt:
You’re doing your best, sweetheart .
Jean sees the note next to a pot of black tea, lukewarm as Reyes brewed it earlier before he left for work. The note is from him; Jean recognizes his writing easily. He smiles. A warmth blooms from his chest.
He sends Reyes an email.
To: Reyes Vidal
From: Jean Ryder
Sweetheart, really?
-Jean
He receives a message right away, and his heart thumps with excitement when he clicks Reyes’ name.
To: Jean Ryder
From: Reyes Vidal
Good morning, sweetheart.
See you tonight. ;)
-R
Jean hasn’t felt this, this...shit what was it, kilig since he was a damn teenager. Like a love struck boy about to have his first kiss, he saves it along with a photo of the note. He needs it when the days turn bad, and he feels the Archon’s breath on his neck, and he is back in Meridian, 2820 not in Kadara Port, 2821, a year and three months later.
Gabriela’s voice rings hollow in his ear, and SAM’s too and he’s bleeding. Fuck , he’s bleeding...
Jean takes the pot of black tea, and sits on the balcony. Govorkam is as warm as the brown of his skin. He needs it, not the cold darkness of Meridian Control.. He reads Reyes’ note over and over again until the words are etched in his mind.
You’re doing your best.
He calls the specialist.
#reyes vidal#reyder#mryder#im reposting fics bc they didn't get as many hits as when i originally posted them#and this blog seems to get more hits#oc: jean ryder#this fic...is2g it makes me cry ok#f:disenchanted
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trajektoria replied to your post “starlight”
That was so lovely ;_;
@trajektoria ;u; thank you!!
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home is a strange word. home is earth. home is california, in the sierra madre where you grew up watching the stars. home is the bungalow with the picket fence and the backyard with the telescope, where your father’s father’s father made his start, four generations ago.
(or alec ryder’s reflection on his life.)
made an official post!
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Shit, shit, shit.
Jean was late.
He moved around Reyes' apartment, gathering his clothing-where was his damned shirt? Gabriela sent out the email an hour ago. Knowing the Tempest crew and how early it was in the morning, they shouldn't start their meeting in another twenty minutes.
Exiting the slums took ten minutes. Taking the lift to the Port and walking to the Tempest took five. If he was out of here in the next ten minutes, he should arrive without the crew noticing he was gone. Okay, where did Reyes throw his shirt last night?
Crumpled under the windowsill was his shirt. He slipped it on, fastening the buttons in quick successions when comforting arms wrapped around his waist.
"Good morning to you too," Reyes said. He pressed feather light kisses on Jean’s nape. Each one of them sent shivers down his spine. Reyes was flushed behind him, and Jean struggled not to lean back.
A deep kiss was pressed on his nape; Jean bit his lip to hold back a sigh.
"Why the rush?" Reyes asked in-between kisses. Each kiss was more heated than before. Jean failed to keep himself from craning his neck-offering more of his skin to Reyes' mouth.
#reyes vidal#reyder#mryder#oc: jean ryder#mass effect#this is crap since i wrote this over a year ago#and my style since then has changed#i stopped trying to write in past tense#but i actually like this part lol
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Twenty-nine.
The cusp of thirty. A number screaming at her, one more and you’ll make it through another decade.
Twenty-nine isn’t an exciting age. It’s an odd number-the prelude to the big one. Nevertheless, Gabriela wakes up feeling more alive than she’s ever felt in years.
The Tempest has docked on Elaaden. From her window, she sees an expanse of sand and rock formations. What little flora it has sways with the movements of the sand dunes. Elaaden’s gas giant sits perfect on the landscape, forever watching the treacherous wasteland of its moon.
Gabriela maps the landscape. She raises her hand, forefinger pointing at the sun while her thumb lies parallel with the land. As her lola taught her at the backyard of their ancestral home, using the stars above the Sierra Madre mountains as a guide.
“Happy Birthday.”
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untitled kid fic (au)
I. Jean names her Clara. He thinks he’s clever when he names her after another character from those books, yet Reyes only sees his mother, Clara. Jean hates his last name. Jean hates all of names. Reyes hates to see his mother in her so she is just Clara; no surnames, no middle names and no first names other than Clara.
(If Jean hated his name less, he would name her Maria Clara.)
II. Clara has Jean’s eyes-black yet a close look reveals they are dark brown. Much of her is Jean-small lips, thick eyebrows and a round nose, and the only hint of Reyes is her skin. The rest is her mother, a willing surrogate from Prodomos.
(Clara Vidal had brown eyes, and Reyes’ skin too. Sometimes, he can’t look away. Sometimes, he sees her crying at the grotto of her ancestral home when Reyes said he was never coming back. Perhaps, weeping at the foot of Mother Mary would make Reyes stay but Reyes stopped believing on false promises when his father fell from the skies.)
III. Clara is a biotic. No one ever told them that Eos was a hotbed for eezo when they decided to do this. Jean picks up a cigarette once more. He promises Reyes he’ll do it just today, and he will never pick one up after. Three weeks later, Reyes empties another ashtray filled with stubbed out cigarettes and reacquaints himself with the smoke on Jean’s lips.
(Clara learns quickly. A month later, she’s lifting their adhis down the stairs. She’s brilliant or Jean is a better teacher than he believes.).
IV. Clara wants to be like her Dad.
(Maybe, she should be like Jean: intelligent, passionate, master inventor and a skilled biotic.)
(Maybe, she should be like Reyes: charming, quick-witted, a smooth talker and a skilled shot.)
(Maybe, she should find someone else to be like.)
V. Clara likes Gabriela. She begs to visit her aunt/tia/tita in Ditaeon as often as she tells them of her rock climbing excursions with her aunts/tias/titas. "The sunset is so pretty up there. We should go there one time. Why don’t we go there one time?“ she says, and once again, Gabriela is better at simple things like loving than Jean. And Gabriela wins the hearts of everyone she meets while Jean shuts them off, and keeps the ones that matters to him. (Then why can he not keep his own daughter?)
Later, she wants to be like Gabriela.
(It’s a good thing she isn’t tired of them giving her the ones they love while they make excuses about work. Maybe she is, wearing a fake smile every time she picks up their adhis and Clara. She is a better liar than Jean.
Maybe, that’s why everyone loves her so much.)
VI. No one prepared them for this.
(They can’t keep using “no one prepared them” as an excuse for every fuck up they have done ever since they decided they were perfectly capable to raise a kid.)
VII. Neither Papa Vidal nor Dad Ryder were there to show them the ropes. Both played hero while they left their wives to raise their children. Both filled their sons with so much hope that it killed them to be like their fathers. Both died heroic deaths, and neither Jean nor Reyes said their farewells.
(They had fathers. Fathers who loved them more than their own fathers. They only wished they had loved them.)
VIII. They are better, better than the sins of their fathers. Jean doesn’t close himself from Clara just as his father did, and Reyes doesn’t fill her heart with empty hopes and dreams just as his father did.
They stay.
IX. They love Clara.
X. Clara loves them, loves them both.
#reyder#reyes vidal#sad kid fic lmao#hey i actually like writing this one#idk if i like it now#mass effect#look someone said they want more mreyder#well here it is
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