Tag: maxxiedemon

maxxiedemon
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Was there complains for the music ??? It is amazing! I just think some people just hates everything XD;;;

I think I agree with you! XD

humblydefiant
replied to your post “I caved on Andromeda and am playing the Origin Access. This blog will…”

Ooo! I have been wondering how the music is on MEA. I love the ME3 soundtrack so much so I hope this one is as good.

So far, the music is really ambient with a bit of a punch, which I really, really like. I could have stayed in the CC for hours listening to it. It’s definitely got the good “explorer in space” feel to it. I think the major complaint was that it didn’t (so far) seem as distinct as the trilogy, however I’d argue that in a game as HUGE as ME:A is supposed to be, you actually want music that will fade into the background while you’re exploring for hours and hours. But the cutscene music so far is lovely. It’s got a good emotional tug like ME3 had.

Happy Birthday, Commander Shepard 2015 [AO3]

So, here’s my birthday present to many different Commanders! Remember when I made a call to borrow all of your Shepard OC’s? Well, those who answered, got stuck into an ensemble birthday fic! It’s total crack, and some of the Shepards I don’t know as well as others, but I tried my best. I hope y’all like it!

Contributions to the madness include:

Choosyfruit and Ozark Shepard
Maxxiedemon and Gideon Shepard
Ltleflrt and John Matthew Shepard
Becominglolalu and Lee Shepard
Logicalfangirl and Teddy Shepard
Storyhoard and Nathaniel Shepard
Joasakura and Vanya Shepard
Tovaras and John Shepard (Sheploo with no link)
Sinvraal and Kye Shepard
Jupiter James (me) and Ianto Shepard and Astrid Shepard (no link)

Happy Birthday, Commander Shepard 2015 [AO3]

This has too many obvious answers, so I’m going with something else. Sorry, I was still stuck with the game universe for this one!

“I thought you were dead.”

Run like hell. That’s what they had to do. Run like hell. It was the most basic of basic training lesson. When outnumbered, run like hell.

At least… that’s what the smart people did. Kaidan made it to a burned out prefab unit and ducked behind it, skidding into the dust. Then he popped the heat sink on his gun and peeked his face out from cover to assess the battlefield. Shepard was the first person he saw. It only took a moment for horror to squeeze around his heart. 

He didn’t even have the time to yell out before the biotic field built around the commander and he blasted himself into the middle of a group of husks chaperoned by two brutes. No. NO, SHEPARD! DON’T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!

A blinding flash. Concussive shockwave and too much dust to see through. “Shepard!” Kaidan yelled into his mic. Nothing. No answer. Not a sound except for the shrapnel settling.

Kaidan jumped from cover and sprinted the several yards to where the action had ended. Through the dust cloud he saw Shepard sprawled on his back, pieces of the enemies fanned out around him.

“Shepard! Come on, Shepard, answer me goddammit!”

A small groan. Then a breathless chuckle. Then laughter. Kaidan kicks him in the armored side. “I thought you were dead!” he raged. “Are you dead?”

“Yeah,” Shepard said, flicking the seal on his helmet and tossing it off. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” Kaidan answered. “Saves me the trouble of shooting you myself.” He turned his back and radioed the ship.

“I love you, too,” Shepard gasped with another chuckle.

Number 3, Ianto/Kaidan — Firefighter AU. Because I love myself some ANGST

First of all, HOW DARE YOU

3. “Please, don’t leave.”


He always waited until Miranda was gone. She never stayed at the hospital, especially during the early days when Shepard was in a medically induced coma, too burned to be awake and take the pain. She couldn’t look at him without crying in anger and begging Anderson to retire him when he recovered. He’d had his close call and that was it. That was all he should have been able to have. Miranda wanted that.

But Kaidan got her permission to be added to the visitation list. She’d agreed with a small sort of relief in her eyes. One more person there was one visit less she could suck in and pretend it didn’t destroy her.

So Kaidan went through the ritual with deep breaths. Hospital gown, cap, gloves, mask. The works. The door is open to Shepard’s room. Always open. And it’s dark because what would it matter whether the lights were on or not?

Kaidan sat next to the bed and pretended he wasn’t just as destroyed as Miranda was. It was so hard to swallow, but never as much as when Shepard’s cold hand was closed in his. His vitals weren’t stabilizing as well as they’d hoped. Not out of the woods was what the doctors always said with pity in their eyes. Kaidan said nothing to them or anyone else except Shepard.

Just the one thing. He leaned close to Ianto’s ear and whispered, “please, don’t leave. Ianto. Don’t leave me.”

“No, hell no, fuck no, I’m done with this.”

“Shepard,” Kaidan says with gentle reprimand.

“This is ridiculous. How is this therapeutic? And why are you suddenly an incredible dancer? I saw you at the party back at my apartment. You sucked.”

There’s a hoarse chuckle and Kaidan sets them back in position to waltz. “First of all, I was drunk. Second of all, no XO worth his salt makes his CO look bad.”

“Very funny. Look, I appreciate how this is supposed to help my legs recover and all, but there are other ways to dance. Like around a punching bag.”

“You’re not ready for that, and this is good practice for the officer’s ball and to help you get your balance back. It’ll do everyone good to see you recovering and dancing with a handsome man on your arm. This is helping morale during the rebuilding, so stop bitching and just follow my lead. Nice and slow.”

With an irritated grimace, Shepard obeys and mirrors Kaidan’s steps for a minute. “You owe me,” he mutters.

Kaidan catches him as Shepard’s feet trip over themselves and pulls him flush against his warm body. His lips trail over the healing scars on Shepard’s cheek until they brush his ear with maddening lightness. “Of course I do,” he murmurs in a low, promising tone. “I’ll pay you back tonight. Like you said, there are other ways to dance.”