I don’t know if this is a good prompt for a small fic, but what about Thane addressing Shepard’s craptastic dance moves? He is a suave assassin, so I’d imagine he knows how to waltz and has a pretty good knowledge of music in general. Being a soldier means she doesn’t really get out and learn more classy stuff, so Shepard would be focused on not stepping on Thane’s toes and staying in time. It would also give you an opportunity to make fluff if that’s what you’re in the mood for.
This is a fanfiction which I have been meaning to write ever since Mass Effect 2 was released. I’ve always wanted to explore how Thane met Irikah, and the aspect of Thane forcing her to love him was always an interesting concept to me. Keep in mind that Thane is around 17-18. Enjoy! This is from chapter one. Ignore any spelling errors for it’s like 4 am…
The pedestal on which he stood was small. Washed out grey skies painted the horizon, where few clouds lingered and floated lazily on chill winds. His drink was becoming cold, he noticed, as his fingers graced the white porcelain. Beyond the small space where he sat were rows of geometric tin roofs and brightly coloured skycars. There was not enough space for him to do his excersises, but he would stretch, and perhaps take a walk down to the small park. The trees and shrubs were artificial, but the flowers remained untouched by machines and plastic. They were from Thessia; roses, and daisies? Along the small path he walked along every day were rows of pale dahlias and lillies, whose petals brushed against his legs when he strode past them. Like a kiss, as if they were saying hello.
It was not Kahje, but it would have to do for now. There were no chimes with sea glass delicately woven into painted strings. No rocky fields of ocean grass and pebble beaches that hugged the crests of waves. Here it was mute and boring, as if someone had sucked the liveliness out of the people. The Asari seemed bored. There were no neon bars for them to inhabit - no poles to dance on and no one interesting enough to seduce. The culture here consisted of lavish inertness. It was like a renanisance painting in grayscale.
He was still young, he thought. Young enough to be naive yet old enough to be independant. Kahje had its interesting opurtunities and colourful characters, but the job he had taken up required that he stay in this suburban backwater architech’s wet dream for a month. His rifle remained untouched in its case. His omnitool hadn’t beeped in the last few days, and he was starting to feel like this would never end.
Freakazoid: Oh. Okay, now I get it. Alright, okay, I see what you’re doing. This is a play on the show where people would go back in time… The Quantum—I can’t say it or I’d be sued… But, this is very humorous. I’m reading on, and there’s good stuff coming. I’m laughing on the inside. Good stuff.
It probably isn’t my place to say this, since I can’t tell you who I am or what I do, but having read your past few postings about how writing fanfiction makes you feel slightly ashamed I feel compelled to share some of my thoughts and experiences with you. I’m not a writer but I’m familiar with what we call the MLitt crowd - the bias-packed individuals you talked about in your posts - and they’re a strange lot. I’ve always thought that many of them, far more than I’d like, miss the entire point of literature. They get so lost in the grand metaphors and worldly theses that they lose sight of pleasure, imagination, expansion and enjoyment. They don’t know how, or care, to break rules. Put simply, many of them - especially those who would critcise writers such as yourself - lack the creativity necessary to write a story that has the capacity to brighten days and restore energy to tired minds. What you’re doing right now Ulysses or The Iliad, but who says it has to be?
Practice in writing is as important as practice in anything else. I’ve always seen fanfiction as just that - reliable exercise, a space unbound from the traditional rules of MLitt bias. How many of them have won the Man Booker? Who are they to say how you spend your free time, or what subjects you choose as enjoyable methods of practicing your craft? Margaret Atwood didn’t just wake up one day and instantly know how to create twisted relationships. She practiced; it just wasn’t public.
So please, don’t let there baseless judgements disturb or otherwise ground you; don’t believe that you can’t tell a decent story or write with a delicate, rare cadence. The saying goes that we need to write a million words each before we can hope to start getting things right, and if your million words are dispersed and bring moments of happiness to others all over the world then it says nothing but good things about your ability.
I don’t think it was my place to say any of this; I’ve crowded your ask box and I don’t know how to retrieve any of it. But please, don’t get down on yourself. Even the most talented of writers need practice; I’m only asking here that yours remain as lovely as it is without forcing you under the weight of the “standards” of MLitt graduates. Thank you, sincerely, for letting us all see your work. Your chapters are amongst the brightest parts of my bright weeks.
Oh, Anon, you steal my heart. Thank you so much for your kind words. I need to be more confident, and your sweet notes definitely push me in the right direction. I hope that while I continue to hone my craft I still bring happiness to you and the rest of my readers. <3
I’ve never been to one or been invited to one or known anyone who has actually had one ._.
Same. I mean, my 16th birthday was sitting around at a friends house playing Halo.
I belonged to a weirdo religion that forbade the celebration of birthdays. My first “birthday” was when I was 16. I got BubbleTape (remember that?) and a bunch of miscellaneous items that my parents bought at the last second.
If you have signed in to basically anything on the Internet these days, then you’re most likely familiar with the whole CAPTCHA program. That’s the thing where you have to prove you’re not a spambot by typing some nearly unreadable words into a box:
What you may not know is that by using it, you’ve most likely contributed to the translation of thousands of old documents.
In 2009, Google and a couple of other companies had a problem. They wanted to digitize years of old newspapers and books, using software that can “read” the print it’s scanning and then convert it into actual text. But even the most advanced computers had problems reading some of the poor quality scans, because the text was smudged or crooked, or in a font that has been out of use for years.
So, they simply placed those unreadable words in between you and your porn, and told you that you’d need to translate them before going any further. Spambots can’t read them because reCAPTCHA uses only the words that the computers already said they couldn’t read. It’s as brilliant as it is simplistic. The program is called reCAPTCHA, and you’ve probably seen it this week, if not today. It’s currently used by Facebook, Ticketmaster, Twitter, 4chan, CNN.com, StumbleUpon, Craigslist, the U.S. National Telecommunications and Information Administration and thousands of other smaller sites.
And the project is a huge success, managing to digitize 20 years of The New York Times daily newspaper in just a few months, by letting Web surfers decode the hard bits. It is estimated that websites display 200 million reCAPTCHAs a day.
Can’t believe I didn’t know this before now… It’s making me hate captcha codes less. Even though they’re still annoying. Maybe more bearable though. Actually, you should just read the whole article. It’s all pretty cool.
they actually give you one known word and one unknown word. that’s how they can tell you’re not a robot, when you get the known word right. they use your input to determine the unknown word. so you can type one word correctly and something completely different for the other and still pass it. good thing the internet is more than 4chan because then the computers would translate everything as obscenities.
that is amazing
and it would explain why sometimes Arabic or Greek words pop up.
I had no idea! They are certainly less annoying now that I know this…..
I’d heard about this awhile ago—it’s still freaking awesome. :D