Thieving Hippo
Fic Update: Interludes

Chapter Title: Jedi Consular, before the Javelin

Fandom: swtor

Pairing: Felix Iresso/Jedi Consular

Summary: “Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars.” — Sri Sathya Sai Baba. A collection of swtor one-shots across all eight classes, in no particular order.

Notes: This is my second favorite swtor romance. I know it gets ignored a lot, but it’s really lovely in my opinion. So there are a lot of one-shots about these two I’ve written!

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Class: Jedi Consular

When: Episode III, before the Javelin

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Felix leans against the doorway from the ship’s bridge, waiting for the hallway to clear out. Zenith is speaking to one of the Voss commandos, discussing tactics. Once again Felix curses the designer of this ship, having the captain’s cabin entrance right off of the main hallway. Any other boat, he could slip into his girlfriend’s room without anyone being the wiser.

Sure, V’ryss told him to come and go as he pleases, saying she knows the Jedi Council will catch wind of their relationship sooner or later. Secrecy isn’t the worth the effort, in her opinion. But as he watches Tharan walk from the conference room to the stairs leading to the lower levels, he wonders why invite trouble?

Finally Zenith and the commando leave the hallway and Felix grabs his chance and briskly walks to V’ryss’s door. It opens at once, recognizing his biometrics and he enters, only to see V’ryss sitting at the edge of the bed, sobbing.

His heart constricts. Felix has seen her hurt, seen her upset, but he has never, ever seen her cry before. Part of him thought Jedi couldn’t cry, though he knows that’s foolish. Jedi feel every emotion under the sun, just don’t let themselves be ruled by it.

“V’ryss?” he asks, his voice soft. He feels a moment of doubt, one he hopes disappears one of these days, and wonders if she’s changed her mind, about him, about them. He forces the errant thought away. She loves him. Felix knows this. He refuses to doubt.

She sits up straight, a hand wiping away her tears. “Felix,” she says, holding out her hand to him.

 

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Hippo’s Writing Challenge Winner!

That’s right, day 14 and we already have someone who met their goal. 

Congratulations settiai! She averaged more than a thousand words a day to meet her goal of 15,000 words for the month. 

Because she was so awesome and made her goal, we now have a stretch goal for her to beat. I know you can do it! 

Congrats again!

Day Fourteen
Have some V’ryss, my newish Jedi Consular. I want her to be a bit more neutral than my original Consular who was so light side it hurt (except when it came to Felix, of course). Her, I want to have more shades of grey. She gets her picture up tonight because I wrote a one shot that I’ll post tomorrow that I really liked. 
Good day! I said I’d aim for 2000 words and 2112 words were written. Semi-decent ones that I’ll probably keep, too, which makes me happy. So at the end of week two, my challenge total is 15,770 words. Yay!
Tomorrow’s goals, edit chapter 19 of Scattering Grief. Knock out 750 words of chapter 20 of SG. And maybe 500 words of letter G for the alphabet fic. If accomplished, it will be a good day indeed. 
happy writing!

Day Fourteen

Have some V’ryss, my newish Jedi Consular. I want her to be a bit more neutral than my original Consular who was so light side it hurt (except when it came to Felix, of course). Her, I want to have more shades of grey. She gets her picture up tonight because I wrote a one shot that I’ll post tomorrow that I really liked. 

Good day! I said I’d aim for 2000 words and 2112 words were written. Semi-decent ones that I’ll probably keep, too, which makes me happy. So at the end of week two, my challenge total is 15,770 words. Yay!

Tomorrow’s goals, edit chapter 19 of Scattering Grief. Knock out 750 words of chapter 20 of SG. And maybe 500 words of letter G for the alphabet fic. If accomplished, it will be a good day indeed. 

happy writing!

To the amazing/wonderful writing challenge participants! 

I have your emails from yesterday, I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to respond yet! I wasn’t home much yesterday and now I’m at work. I should be able to get back to you all this afternoon. 

As for me, two days of big, fat zeros for writing. Boo. I’m going to make at least some of that up tonight. My goal for this evening will be 2,000 words. I can totally do that. 

How’s everyone’s Sunday going? I’ve learned an interesting lesson today. When football starts at 1pm EST, our call/chat volume goes way, way down.

Day Eleven
Have some Sonya, in honor of posting ‘F is for Fugitive' from my alphabet fic. 
All over the place, writing wise. Alba and Sebastian, after spending a great deal of time chastely courting in my head, demanded they start courting on paper. Who am I to argue? Wrote almost 800 words of DA fic. 
Then the plan was to work on some smut, but I just wasn’t in the right mind frame. So I dusted off another old WIP, A Day in the Life of Yeoman Fitch. I forgot how much I like Fitch, my version of her at least. 
Totals came to 1352 words for the day for a grand total of 13,668.
I don’t work on Fridays and I don’t have any plans in the afternoon or evening, so I’m hoping to get a lot of words tomorrow. 1500 is my goal. I also want to play a lot of Mass Effect. I need to finish my run through for lairiaavar. I think I’ve gotten DA2 out of my system, so next I can focus on ME3, followed by DA:O and if there’s time before DA:I comes out, I want to work on Collins in ME1. (Too. many. games.)

Day Eleven

Have some Sonya, in honor of posting ‘F is for Fugitive' from my alphabet fic. 

All over the place, writing wise. Alba and Sebastian, after spending a great deal of time chastely courting in my head, demanded they start courting on paper. Who am I to argue? Wrote almost 800 words of DA fic. 

Then the plan was to work on some smut, but I just wasn’t in the right mind frame. So I dusted off another old WIP, A Day in the Life of Yeoman Fitch. I forgot how much I like Fitch, my version of her at least. 

Totals came to 1352 words for the day for a grand total of 13,668.

I don’t work on Fridays and I don’t have any plans in the afternoon or evening, so I’m hoping to get a lot of words tomorrow. 1500 is my goal. I also want to play a lot of Mass Effect. I need to finish my run through for lairiaavar. I think I’ve gotten DA2 out of my system, so next I can focus on ME3, followed by DA:O and if there’s time before DA:I comes out, I want to work on Collins in ME1. (Too. many. games.)

Alright, because apparently this is going to become a thing, meet my latest Hawke, Alba. She’s a very devout mage who ends up friendmancing Sebastian. 

I’m really curious to explore their chaste marriage, especially if both parties love each other and still do experience sexual desire. Any fic about them will probably be set during Act III, after their wedding and trying to navigate being husband and wife and living apart until Hawke is ready to take her vows as a Sister. 

Basically, if fic is going to be written, I’ll need to share screenshots. She’s currently in Lothering and honestly, I don’t think I have another run through of DA2 in me for a while. I need to finish my run through of DA:O before I even think of working on her run through. And by the time that happens, DA:I will probably be out. So for now I’ll be relying on youtube videos and my imagination. 

WIP meme

I was tagged by a few people for the WIP meme. I have a ridiculous amount of WIPs, so here are my top ten. Mixture of ME, DA and swtor. And um, cause it’s me, some might be explicit.

  • “Don’t matter. You’ll have a girl,” Kalah sneers, taking a swig of Mosswine. “Birthing whores are all we’re good for.”
  • When Joker reached out to hold her hand, her first thoughts were no longer about applying the right amount of pressure or taking vitals, but instead how comforting the weight of his hand in hers was.
  • Becoming so overwhelmed by his grief for the child he would never meet, he almost missed the door opening then closing behind him. 
  • He pictured his wife – his wife – sitting across from Elthina, answering her questions, ready to take the first step to become a Sister.
  • “Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to fuck you tonight?” she whispered roughly, grabbing his waist. 
  • He never meant to betray Denravi’s confidence by telling Zash about her dreams, but when she thrashed about in bed night after night, he just felt so damn helpless.
  • “I just don’t understand it,” Anders said softly. “Justice… He cares for you, wants to protect you. Maker, there are times I think he loves you.”
  • As Tali made her way to the mess, she saw Jack creep into Zaeed’s room, Jacob off to see Miranda and Garrus clutching a bottle of wine looking more nervous than she had ever seen him.
  • “So your life story is etched into your skin,” V’ryss said softly. “That’s a beautiful idea. Have you added to the tattoo at all?”
  • Once the varren rested safely over her shoulders, she turned and found herself looking at Garrus’ backside and how it curved gently up to his waist. Oh no.

Fic Update: An Object in Motion: An Alphabet Tale (06/26)

Chapter Title: F is for Fugitive (on Ao3 and ff.net)

Rating: T

Summary: The evolution of a Shepard, one letter at a time. A Sonya Shepard Alphabet Story. 

Notes: For the wonderful theherocomplex. We’re back on our regular posting schedule now. Hurrah!

A  |  B  | C  | D  |  E

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August 2168 - Pasadena, California, The United North American States

Shepard ran as fast as she could.

Don’t look back. Don’t waste time. Just run. Just run. Just run.

No alarm had sounded yet, no sirens, but Shepard knew it was just a matter of time.

She couldn’t see all that well in the dark, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop running. Not now.

Just run.

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Shepard somehow managed not to bang on the front door to Yasmin’s townhouse. Instead she flipped open the keypad and entered the code she had been given once. The one only to use in an absolute emergency.

She couldn’t catch her breath. She had run over three miles to get here, worried that any minute the police would be after her. But thankfully she had made it here without anyone following.

The door opened and Yasmin, wearing a dark green silk road, appeared. “What the hell are you doing here?” Yasmin said, her voice biting. Already she moved to her workstation, bringing up various screens.

“I messed up,” Shepard said, still breathing hard as she wrung her hands. “I didn’t want to risk going home…”

 

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Day Ten
Have some Sonya today. Not the greatest day, writing wise. Words were fighting me today. Managed to finish chapter 19 of Scattering Grief, but I don’t like it all that much. There’s going to be some heavy editing. 
Wrote a little bit at work. Couldn’t settle on a WIP to tinker on so I started my Inquisition piece. It’s nothing very exciting. Just how my Cadash Inquisitor got her name. I don’t want to write anything that might be invalidated by canon later. 
So the total came to 946 words, for a monthly total of 12,316, which makes me very happy. 
Tomorrow’s goals are simple. Edit chapter 19 and try to get at least 1000 words on other WIPs. Also will be posting the next chapter of the Alphabet fic and if I can remember, another one-shot of my swtor fics. Should be a good day!

Day Ten

Have some Sonya today. Not the greatest day, writing wise. Words were fighting me today. Managed to finish chapter 19 of Scattering Grief, but I don’t like it all that much. There’s going to be some heavy editing. 

Wrote a little bit at work. Couldn’t settle on a WIP to tinker on so I started my Inquisition piece. It’s nothing very exciting. Just how my Cadash Inquisitor got her name. I don’t want to write anything that might be invalidated by canon later. 

So the total came to 946 words, for a monthly total of 12,316, which makes me very happy. 

Tomorrow’s goals are simple. Edit chapter 19 and try to get at least 1000 words on other WIPs. Also will be posting the next chapter of the Alphabet fic and if I can remember, another one-shot of my swtor fics. Should be a good day!

I sent an email to a customer this afternoon. I knew she would not like the email. I figured she would send me a sharply worded email back.

Instead, I find myself in awe of her reply. 

She sent me a picture of Grumpy Cat.