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took a study break to draw some more of my Kanas bc I haven’t done that in a while

[if ur curious about the other kana stuff, it is here]

“Every Kiss a Scar”- Shakarian (T)

Summary: Six kisses that shaped the future for Garrus and Shepard, updated weekly until all six parts have been finished.

Part 1 (of 6): The first time he kisses her properly is on the night before they die.

For two people facing a suicide mission, they take things damnably slow. Garrus knows this; regrets it yet somehow treasures it. He’s never been in a relationship where there’s anything but the physical, so this – the long conversations, the stolen moments where his shoulder can just barely brush against hers in the dining area  – is new territory. Welcome territory.

He holds her hand in the gunnery – the only place on this ship where he’s guaranteed there are no bugs, no change of the Illusive Man watching them, listening to them – and it feels…amazing. There’s an undercurrent of nervousness he’s not felt in a simple touch since the old reach and flexibility days, but Shepard is so much more than a nameless scout; she’s -

“Garrus,  can I ask you a favor?” She asks. Garrus watches the scars on her face, the way they move and glow; she hasn’t quite taken a rocket to the face, but she’s lived through trauma, all the same. They both have. Their scars are nearly in the same places, and both tell the same story: We’ve walked through hell. We survived. And he’s naive enough to hope that maybe – maybe – they can do that again.

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my asexual experience so far has been saying “I’m too ace for this shit” at least once a week in my best bitter old about to retire detective voice. 

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“So, what was Cap like before this whole serum thing?”  Bucky sat down next to the rest of the commandos to watch Steve make a go of it with Agent Carter, and of course Monty was the one to ask.  "He always so good with the ladies and the speeches?“

Bucky snorted.  "Hell no.  Busy making ends meet, same as everyone else.  No one would give him the time of day –  half the neighborhood thought he was a fairy, and the other half thought he was feeble-minded.  Didn’t help that he spent all his time getting into fights, and had two shirts to his name.” Even Bucky was amazed by the change in Steve – and he knew it wasn’t just the serum.  It was the confidence that came from not having to fight to be heard – turned out there was a natural leader underneath all that bitterness and anger.  

Gabe said slowly from behind Bucky, “So when you told us we should follow him… you meant the guy there who could stand up to senators, put together a plan for attacking HYDRA bases, and hold his own with Ms. Carter there, or…”

“I meant the guy who kept fighting to be heard even when no one listened, who picked fights with bullies twice his size just because it was the right thing to do.”   Bucky shot a look around the table as the men nodded.  They all had that hardness in their eyes that came from years of fighting against the odds.  Gabe who should have been an officer if he wasn’t black.  Morita who found his way out of an internment camp.  Dernier with the Resistance and Monty with the RAF.  Dum-Dum who wasn’t dumb at all.  They knew what it was like to face a losing battle and choose to fight.

Bucky briefly wondered what he was doing there as he idly played with his shirt button.   After all, he’d just learned, in Azzano, that no matter how hard you fight, sometimes it didn’t matter.  He didn’t give them anything, but they still managed to take so much.

(I dunno, man.  That image of Steve in his dress uniform, being super hot and put-together, came across my dash.  And then I was thinking about how adorably angry and frumpy pre-serum Steve was…. and this happened.  Somehow it became about buttons and ties??)

[My other Cap stuff]  (if I can manage to keep it updated…)

updated my high school au finally after so long with chapter eighteen.

There’s a new tiny addition to the family and it’s all Kaminaga’s fault (hint: it’s not a baby)

Alfred looked at the brown water warily. “It is not from the healer, Alfred. It is only a tea.” Ivan said. He held out the cup and Alfred took it, frowning at the taste.

I really hope it’s ok that i just quoted this scene

Look! I’m working on a thing (gosh it’s been ages since the last time i tried to produce any sort of art with my tablet although i should really practice…)

Some notes on this:
1. this is more like a preview (though i’m not sure whether i’ll be able to colour this but i definitly will try to clean the lines) than a finished picture
2. Yes i started shipping RusAme bc i stumbled upon “The chosen end” while searching for Historical Hetalia FFs (though i honestly skipped some parts and only read the footnotes bc i just don’t like nsfw stuff)
3. Shortly after i “stumbled” across “Here and Now” a really really good FF written by IridulcentDays and after i binge-read the story i moved on to read her other RusAme FFs bc i really like her portrayal of them and their relation
4. This depicts a scene from “The Magicians Husband” (-> quote at the beginning)

As i mentioned this is more like a preview for @iridulcentdays than a finished thing so i’ll (hopefully) post a better version as soon as possible (but it’s wednesday which means there is going to be an update on Here and Now and i just really really want to show my appreciation for the FFs and since i’m not sure how long this is going to take i just wanted to post this as a sort of preview to “shorten” the time until i’m done)