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Posted 6 years agoDO YOU LIKE SMUT?!
Posted 6 years agoWell boyo do I have a deal for you! Get in on dis YCH over yonder
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34467622/
And get you some classy smut you wild thing you!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34467622/
And get you some classy smut you wild thing you!
Beef boi Auction
Posted 6 years agoHenlo.
I come being gifts.
A big beefy turian boi: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32687128/
from the amazingly talented
despey
Spank you for your time :D
I come being gifts.
A big beefy turian boi: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32687128/
from the amazingly talented
despey Spank you for your time :D
Im brak breeches
Posted 7 years agoJust finished up a work trip, so ill finally be able to catch up on FA. Although the 4k+ notifications are probably gonna take me a hot minute to get through.
Mass Effect Survival Part 3 Chapter 1: Seeing Red.
Posted 8 years ago[Signal Boost] Artist opening commissions
Posted 8 years ago Despey is opening up commissions! Go check them out!http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8363213/
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8363213/
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8363213/
Character Auction!
Posted 8 years agoA wicked rad artist by the name of 
Lady-T is having a character auction. Ya'll should def check it out!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24127085/
Lady-T is having a character auction. Ya'll should def check it out!https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24127085/
CLICK NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD I'LL RECYCLE FOR A YEAR.
Posted 8 years agoNow that I have your attention..
\slides link across table
https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8163907/
Click it. you know you want to. Billy Mays, our lord and savior commands it.
He has a FANTASTIC product.
Just for you
All
you
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Click me.
DO YOU LIKE TURIANS?
Posted 9 years agoDO YOU LIKE PRONS?
DO YOU LIKE TENTACLES?
DO YOU LIKE RACHNI?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?
If you answered yess to any of the above, then you should probably check out the link below!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21931713/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21931713/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21931713/
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DO YOU LIKE TENTACLES?
DO YOU LIKE RACHNI?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?
If you answered yess to any of the above, then you should probably check out the link below!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21931713/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21931713/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21931713/
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Sergal Policy: Fur and shit. NSFW YCH Auction!
Posted 9 years agoA really awesome YCH Auction from a really awesome DuDe! Check it out!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20894696/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20894696/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20894696/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20894696/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20894696/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20894696/
OC Pokemon trainer memememememe
Posted 9 years agoI'm old and behind the times because lmao life.
Sol Vikar: I had a really hard time with this, since his preference/needs would change depending on where he is in his life. Early on he would want something with protective instincts to deter his abusive father -A fighting type most likely. Later on he would want a rock type, something hearty and faithful during his time in the Hierarchy. In his present state, he would want a Haunter Since it would suit his hitman skillset -what with being poisonous and able to go through walls.
Riyall Tull: Something obnoxiously cute and affectionate, she'd want a Mew since it would make the most sense given how much space travel she does. Failing that she would definitely freak out over a Evee and buy outfits for it.
Nyasha Braxton: Something big and bad ass. Like a mofuggin Blastoise Because bigger is ALWAYS better and fuck yea water cannons that have a 6 mile range.
I tag
jesterdk and 
3033 if ya'll wanna do dis, no pressure!
Sol Vikar: I had a really hard time with this, since his preference/needs would change depending on where he is in his life. Early on he would want something with protective instincts to deter his abusive father -A fighting type most likely. Later on he would want a rock type, something hearty and faithful during his time in the Hierarchy. In his present state, he would want a Haunter Since it would suit his hitman skillset -what with being poisonous and able to go through walls.
Riyall Tull: Something obnoxiously cute and affectionate, she'd want a Mew since it would make the most sense given how much space travel she does. Failing that she would definitely freak out over a Evee and buy outfits for it.
Nyasha Braxton: Something big and bad ass. Like a mofuggin Blastoise Because bigger is ALWAYS better and fuck yea water cannons that have a 6 mile range.
I tag
jesterdk and 
3033 if ya'll wanna do dis, no pressure!Asari OC Auction!
Posted 9 years agoYCH AUCTION!!ii
Posted 9 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
CROTCH ACTION!
POSSIBLE FURNITURE!
Amazing collab YCH with two amazing artist who art real gewd!!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
CROTCH ACTION!
POSSIBLE FURNITURE!
Amazing collab YCH with two amazing artist who art real gewd!!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20264599/
YCH AUCTION!!ii
Posted 9 years agoAn Amazing Artist™ (donut steel) is having a YCH. you should most def drop what you are doing and check it out.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19757753/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19757753/
OC MEME: RILL THE DRILL
Posted 9 years agoSome hobo's ( despey Lady-T ) tagged me because they hate me. So lets get to it!
Rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Post 8 facts about your character.
3. Tag 8 other characters.
4. Post their names along with their creators' avatars.
Riyall Tull
1. She is hyper energetic, and can be very overwhelming for some people.
2. Blindly affectionate and trusting. Luck has pretty much been the only thing keeping something horrible happening to her at bay. -That and her odd eye coloring seems to scare a lot of non-turians
3. A born spacer ( The Krysaes Arrow) from a Trader family based in the terminus system. Her father was a Hierarchy Cruiser pilot and mother a merchant aboard her families Kowloon.
4. Her silver and blue colony markings are a mixture of Parthia Blue (Father) and Galatana Silver (Mother) colony markings since she has no specific home colony or "citizenship"
5. Flying is a part of her DNA, her spatial awareness is unparalleled. She once parked a fully loaded Kowloon in a docking bay with less than a few inches to space on feel alone because her docking radar crapped out.
6. She currently holds the record for traffic violations on the Citadel for joyriding in aircars.
7. During the Reaper war she ends up having her ship taken and committed to the war and is shoved into the cockpit of a Mantis Gunship after a short stint as a fighter pilot.
8. Her birthday is on the human holiday of Valentines day, something her partner Viryn Corellix Never lets her live down.
Sol Vikar
1. Sol is the middle child. His older brother Jorvan Is probably the most well adjusted out of the three.
2. He was a just about to graduate Blackwatch training when the staff administered a recklessly thought out and poorly executed "final event" that resulted in him killing a medic while over dosing on stims.
3.He spends the early part of his life in the closet, and even when he does come out, he has difficulty speaking to anyone of the same gender or other species as a result of the borderline fanatical conservative upbringing. (Think Catholic guilt on steroids)
4. He is actually a fairly competent and practiced leader and planner. His career being cut short severely (He actually outranked his older brother when he deserted) neutered any potential he would of had at making a field grade officer, and some day, a general.
5. He often has to take pills to sleep, as he often finds himself suffering from night terrors in the form of reliving his adopted daughters death over and over again.
6. Sol has a fairly scripted nervous tick where he'll scratch at the raised scar tissue on his right bicep then slowly stroke down his right mandible to his chin, the pad of a finger following a bullet graze. The bicep scratch is over the scars from bits of bone that got embedded in his skin when his daughters head was blown off while he held her. The mandible stroke is from taking three bullets a few months prior when he shielded that same little girl with his body. Some times he wishes the bullet wasnt a graze.
7. Sol can be explosively violent, coming from a position of absolute calm to brutal violence and then back again at the drop of a hat. A lot of this has to do with his mental breakdown shortly before the Reaper war.
8.When not on contract as a hired gun/demolition expert, he often tinkers with weapons and their function, often producing one off weapons with fairly niche applications. He enjoys the hum of overhead lights and the sharp tang of ozone as he welds and solders, the sterile mechanical and electrical problems removing all emotion and objectivity from the days activities.
....Well that went places.
Um. tags taggins a thing right?
greywolf244 -Honoria
kasedilla -Delani
narqwibqwib -Acario
Noxior -Hades
bayzee -Zaal
caffeineghost -Tercanius
Essence_Of_Rapture -Cvett
Kuralyst -Aure
despey Lady-T ) tagged me because they hate me. So lets get to it!Rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Post 8 facts about your character.
3. Tag 8 other characters.
4. Post their names along with their creators' avatars.
Riyall Tull
1. She is hyper energetic, and can be very overwhelming for some people.
2. Blindly affectionate and trusting. Luck has pretty much been the only thing keeping something horrible happening to her at bay. -That and her odd eye coloring seems to scare a lot of non-turians
3. A born spacer ( The Krysaes Arrow) from a Trader family based in the terminus system. Her father was a Hierarchy Cruiser pilot and mother a merchant aboard her families Kowloon.
4. Her silver and blue colony markings are a mixture of Parthia Blue (Father) and Galatana Silver (Mother) colony markings since she has no specific home colony or "citizenship"
5. Flying is a part of her DNA, her spatial awareness is unparalleled. She once parked a fully loaded Kowloon in a docking bay with less than a few inches to space on feel alone because her docking radar crapped out.
6. She currently holds the record for traffic violations on the Citadel for joyriding in aircars.
7. During the Reaper war she ends up having her ship taken and committed to the war and is shoved into the cockpit of a Mantis Gunship after a short stint as a fighter pilot.
8. Her birthday is on the human holiday of Valentines day, something her partner Viryn Corellix Never lets her live down.
Sol Vikar
1. Sol is the middle child. His older brother Jorvan Is probably the most well adjusted out of the three.
2. He was a just about to graduate Blackwatch training when the staff administered a recklessly thought out and poorly executed "final event" that resulted in him killing a medic while over dosing on stims.
3.He spends the early part of his life in the closet, and even when he does come out, he has difficulty speaking to anyone of the same gender or other species as a result of the borderline fanatical conservative upbringing. (Think Catholic guilt on steroids)
4. He is actually a fairly competent and practiced leader and planner. His career being cut short severely (He actually outranked his older brother when he deserted) neutered any potential he would of had at making a field grade officer, and some day, a general.
5. He often has to take pills to sleep, as he often finds himself suffering from night terrors in the form of reliving his adopted daughters death over and over again.
6. Sol has a fairly scripted nervous tick where he'll scratch at the raised scar tissue on his right bicep then slowly stroke down his right mandible to his chin, the pad of a finger following a bullet graze. The bicep scratch is over the scars from bits of bone that got embedded in his skin when his daughters head was blown off while he held her. The mandible stroke is from taking three bullets a few months prior when he shielded that same little girl with his body. Some times he wishes the bullet wasnt a graze.
7. Sol can be explosively violent, coming from a position of absolute calm to brutal violence and then back again at the drop of a hat. A lot of this has to do with his mental breakdown shortly before the Reaper war.
8.When not on contract as a hired gun/demolition expert, he often tinkers with weapons and their function, often producing one off weapons with fairly niche applications. He enjoys the hum of overhead lights and the sharp tang of ozone as he welds and solders, the sterile mechanical and electrical problems removing all emotion and objectivity from the days activities.
....Well that went places.
Um. tags taggins a thing right?
greywolf244 -Honoria
kasedilla -Delani
narqwibqwib -Acario
Noxior -Hades
bayzee -Zaal
caffeineghost -Tercanius 
Essence_Of_Rapture -Cvett
Kuralyst -AureSignal Boost
Posted 9 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/19267577/
A REALLY COOL and TALENTED artist is doing the thing where you give them the green stuff and they give you a mo fakin MASTERPIECE.
Do it.
Click it.
You know you want to.
A REALLY COOL and TALENTED artist is doing the thing where you give them the green stuff and they give you a mo fakin MASTERPIECE.
Do it.
Click it.
You know you want to.
CoStream TF2! [Edit: Done)
Posted 9 years agoTwitch streaming [done]
Posted 9 years agoAlien Isolation
http://www.twitch.tv/sol_vikar
might change it up if i get tired of getting my ass eaten.
E: Got fed up and did deadspace for a bit, but im done now)
http://www.twitch.tv/sol_vikar
might change it up if i get tired of getting my ass eaten.
E: Got fed up and did deadspace for a bit, but im done now)
HEY YOU
Posted 10 years agoYES YOU WITH THE FAIC, AND THE EYES.
The ones currently absorbing these words
A really bad ass person ( despey )is having a NSFW YCH
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18864171/
You should totes check it out.
The ones currently absorbing these words
A really bad ass person (
despey )is having a NSFW YCHhttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/18864171/
You should totes check it out.
An Awesome Auction from an awesome artist!
Posted 10 years ago
palavenmoons is having a YCH Auction, they are really good people who do really good work! Check 'em out!http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18916837/ NSFW AUCTION
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18916794/ SFW
Oneshot: Forgotten
Posted 10 years agoI was a leader of Troops.
Steadfast in my commitment to my troopers, firm in my faith to the Hierarchy, ruthless to my enemies. I proudly carried the banner of my people into battle time and time again, with a steely resolve in my eye and Die for the Cause swelling my chest with a fervor unmatched. My troops would die for me. And I them.
There's a steady droning noise that's increasing in intensity as I stand amongst others in corner of an alley. It’s raining again. Drops of water smear my lenses, causing ghostly halos to appear around the status lights of the being in front of me. It gently sways, but is otherwise immobile. We all exhibit this behavior; standing like a small herd in some out of the way corner of society at large.
I can vividly recall being in other places. Serving beside, over, and under other people. I can recall their names, their faces, their voices. The memories are photo realistic, replayable, unmovable. I cannot forget anything now, and I cannot change those memories. Memories of Trident, Taetrus, of The Citadel, of Earth.
I recall grassy fields and laughter as my younger brother and sister chase me through the fields of Trident. Sol pouring every bit of himself into his effort and just barely managing to tag me before peeling off and cackling madly as Jaa becomes the next target of our frantic game of tag.
Sol…. I can still see his hazel eyes from under the bed as father reaches back to strike me. I remember smiling defiantly up at the broken man before winking at the onyx plating cowering under the bed. I won’t give him up. He will escape father's drunken madness tonight. Jaa is in the next room trying to ignore the loud slap of leather to hide as she arranges her dolls and fusses with their tea set.
A barefaced mercenaries glare through lightning and rain as we stand off against one another. Her light blue eyes like tongues of blue flame. I can still feel the percussion of her shotgun firing over me as I was dragged to safety.
Honoria… A fiery spirit I came to trust and love as if my own kin. I replay the instant before she headbutted me once in a gym with a sense of perverse shame. I was so stupid and ignorant then. Unable to see past the labels placed on such people.
The mundane dealings of the Embassy on Earth. Jeratuls cracked and ancient plating regarding me in amusement as I bring Claudia to work. Ventrus halfheartedly hitting on the human woman in an effort to get a rise out of me.
Claudia… I can still feel her pulse falter and still in my arms as I was permitted some control of myself in that moment that emotion overpowered The Presence in my head.
---
The droning noise reaches a crescendo as lights sweep over us. We all cower fractionally and reach out for instructions. Yet again we are told to not interfere unless a life is at stake. The Presence of Shepard briefly becomes overwhelming, causing some to shudder and fidget briefly. I can feel all of my sensors being scrutinized as the situation is considered, debated and decided on. All in less than a millisecond. The transcended humans conscious flits away, probably to deal with a situation elsewhere in the galaxy.
I can hear the door of an Aircar open and close. It has a distinctive squeak when it closes, meaning it's the same aircar that has come once a day every day for the past month. I notice one of us stop swaying and turn towards the small figure approaching cautiously. The steady rain shows no sign of abating any time soon, causing the small figure to shield her still developing fringe and eyes as she approached one of us.
The being in question steps out from out from our milling huddle and looks down, glowing blue eye sensors sweeping over the turian girl as if conducting a sweep of a potentially dangerous item. I can sense all of us still even more, sensors passively drinking in every detail to be evaluated, replayed and savored later.
We all typically shut our consciousness off during such periods of inactivity, but this little girl has kept us from blissful oblivion -so starved are we for interaction with the “living.”
She reaches out to steel and tubes, still as fearful and cautious as the first time.
I can recall what touch feels like. In fact I have over 4.56 billion data points of different types and pressures, combinations and configurations. Both good and bad. But the memories feel like something viewed through a glass case. I can conceptually comprehend them, and associate it was me who lived them. But it still feels like a separate person.
Small fingers wrap around the finger of the Wanted one. We all give encouragement to the being and share in our jealously on separate channels. It pipes the sensor data of the exact amount of pressure being exerted, ambient temperature of the childs hand, and heart rate back out. We collectively shudder as each of us tries to break the glass case of memories and force the data to meld with the memory of a lovers touch, a loved ones embrace, a friendly slap on the back. Anything.
I can see Claudia in my mind's eye, reaching up whispering that she forgives me and still loves me. Her hand makes contact with my swollen and mutilated cheek plate on that hellish battlefield back on Earth. It is at that point I try to merge the data with memory. It feels like a cheap facade.
The Wanted One is now shielding the girl from the rain as she looks up at it. Its optical sensor clusters dim, leaving only two active so as to help comfort the girl. It wears a necklace it managed to keep when it had been Captain Teegan Ferkan, Hierarchy 314 Light Infantry regiment . It’s a simple chain with a locket on it. It could never get it open to see the pictures inside, and had declined out eager offers to help.
“I missed you daddy. Mommy still won’t come to see you. I’m sorry.” A tiny voice sounds in the darkness as we all pretend to not be paying attention.
But we are all doing the same thing; reliving the moment our memories were corrupted and stolen. The moment we were torn apart and were made anew. The moment we all became Marauders.
Steadfast in my commitment to my troopers, firm in my faith to the Hierarchy, ruthless to my enemies. I proudly carried the banner of my people into battle time and time again, with a steely resolve in my eye and Die for the Cause swelling my chest with a fervor unmatched. My troops would die for me. And I them.
There's a steady droning noise that's increasing in intensity as I stand amongst others in corner of an alley. It’s raining again. Drops of water smear my lenses, causing ghostly halos to appear around the status lights of the being in front of me. It gently sways, but is otherwise immobile. We all exhibit this behavior; standing like a small herd in some out of the way corner of society at large.
I can vividly recall being in other places. Serving beside, over, and under other people. I can recall their names, their faces, their voices. The memories are photo realistic, replayable, unmovable. I cannot forget anything now, and I cannot change those memories. Memories of Trident, Taetrus, of The Citadel, of Earth.
I recall grassy fields and laughter as my younger brother and sister chase me through the fields of Trident. Sol pouring every bit of himself into his effort and just barely managing to tag me before peeling off and cackling madly as Jaa becomes the next target of our frantic game of tag.
Sol…. I can still see his hazel eyes from under the bed as father reaches back to strike me. I remember smiling defiantly up at the broken man before winking at the onyx plating cowering under the bed. I won’t give him up. He will escape father's drunken madness tonight. Jaa is in the next room trying to ignore the loud slap of leather to hide as she arranges her dolls and fusses with their tea set.
A barefaced mercenaries glare through lightning and rain as we stand off against one another. Her light blue eyes like tongues of blue flame. I can still feel the percussion of her shotgun firing over me as I was dragged to safety.
Honoria… A fiery spirit I came to trust and love as if my own kin. I replay the instant before she headbutted me once in a gym with a sense of perverse shame. I was so stupid and ignorant then. Unable to see past the labels placed on such people.
The mundane dealings of the Embassy on Earth. Jeratuls cracked and ancient plating regarding me in amusement as I bring Claudia to work. Ventrus halfheartedly hitting on the human woman in an effort to get a rise out of me.
Claudia… I can still feel her pulse falter and still in my arms as I was permitted some control of myself in that moment that emotion overpowered The Presence in my head.
---
The droning noise reaches a crescendo as lights sweep over us. We all cower fractionally and reach out for instructions. Yet again we are told to not interfere unless a life is at stake. The Presence of Shepard briefly becomes overwhelming, causing some to shudder and fidget briefly. I can feel all of my sensors being scrutinized as the situation is considered, debated and decided on. All in less than a millisecond. The transcended humans conscious flits away, probably to deal with a situation elsewhere in the galaxy.
I can hear the door of an Aircar open and close. It has a distinctive squeak when it closes, meaning it's the same aircar that has come once a day every day for the past month. I notice one of us stop swaying and turn towards the small figure approaching cautiously. The steady rain shows no sign of abating any time soon, causing the small figure to shield her still developing fringe and eyes as she approached one of us.
The being in question steps out from out from our milling huddle and looks down, glowing blue eye sensors sweeping over the turian girl as if conducting a sweep of a potentially dangerous item. I can sense all of us still even more, sensors passively drinking in every detail to be evaluated, replayed and savored later.
We all typically shut our consciousness off during such periods of inactivity, but this little girl has kept us from blissful oblivion -so starved are we for interaction with the “living.”
She reaches out to steel and tubes, still as fearful and cautious as the first time.
I can recall what touch feels like. In fact I have over 4.56 billion data points of different types and pressures, combinations and configurations. Both good and bad. But the memories feel like something viewed through a glass case. I can conceptually comprehend them, and associate it was me who lived them. But it still feels like a separate person.
Small fingers wrap around the finger of the Wanted one. We all give encouragement to the being and share in our jealously on separate channels. It pipes the sensor data of the exact amount of pressure being exerted, ambient temperature of the childs hand, and heart rate back out. We collectively shudder as each of us tries to break the glass case of memories and force the data to meld with the memory of a lovers touch, a loved ones embrace, a friendly slap on the back. Anything.
I can see Claudia in my mind's eye, reaching up whispering that she forgives me and still loves me. Her hand makes contact with my swollen and mutilated cheek plate on that hellish battlefield back on Earth. It is at that point I try to merge the data with memory. It feels like a cheap facade.
The Wanted One is now shielding the girl from the rain as she looks up at it. Its optical sensor clusters dim, leaving only two active so as to help comfort the girl. It wears a necklace it managed to keep when it had been Captain Teegan Ferkan, Hierarchy 314 Light Infantry regiment . It’s a simple chain with a locket on it. It could never get it open to see the pictures inside, and had declined out eager offers to help.
“I missed you daddy. Mommy still won’t come to see you. I’m sorry.” A tiny voice sounds in the darkness as we all pretend to not be paying attention.
But we are all doing the same thing; reliving the moment our memories were corrupted and stolen. The moment we were torn apart and were made anew. The moment we all became Marauders.
Put the... thing in the thing to know me *hiccup* meme thing
Posted 10 years agoBasics
Name: Sol
Nickname: Sol
Location: USA
Age: 28
Height: 5' 9"
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Pets: A cat and dogge
Favorite thing about yourself: Baaahahaha
Worst habit: getting easily distracted
Fun facts: Racecar spelled backwards is racecar... Oh wait about me well-
Identity, Sexuality & Personality
Gender identity: Male
Sexual preference: Bi
"Kinsey Scale" score: 2
Relationship status: In one, but It's complicated
Myers/Briggs type: INTJ
Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw according to some test thingy
Routine
"Early Bird" or "Night Owl": Early birb during the week. Night owl on the weekends
First thought in the morning: I wonder what (X) is doing.
Last thought before falling asleep at night: Why do I need to sleep?! this sucks, I wanna hang out still.
School/Work
Do you work or are you a student: Work, trying to get back into school mindset.
What do you do well: Be open minded? Uh listen?
Where do you see yourself in 5 years: Homeless and alone or still working. : /
Habits (Do you…?)
Drink: Weekends typically
Smoke: Situation dependent
Do Drugs: Nope!
Exercise: At least an hour every day.
Have a go-to comfort food: Chocolat
Have a nervous habit: rambling
What is your favorite…?
Physical quality (in yourself): Uh.. I stay in shape?
In Others: Who they are as a person?
Mental/emotional quality (in yourself): I tend to be fairly calm and level headed when others are freaking out. When I decide upon a course of action I execute it ruthlessly.
Mental/emotional quality (in others): Friendly antagonism, deep convo from time to time.
Food: Sushi or Mexican
Drink: Gin and Ginger ale is my thing currently
Animal: I have a cat and dogge, but I reallllyyy want a Tegu
Colors: Blue
Artist/Band/Group: Uh.. Anything but country music. I'm on a HARD synth, EDM kick lately
Author/Poet: Ian M. Banks, Alastair Reynolds, J.K. Rowling, Ben Bova, John Steakley, Peter F. Hamilton, Neil Gaiman, Chuck Palahniuk, Kevin J. Anderson,
Actor/Actress: Robert Downy Jr. Daniel Craig, Claudia Black, Anthony Hopkins, many many others
Blogger:I write garbage? Does that count? Just realized this about my blog. Uh, anything turian related? Sci fi in general really.
Name: Sol
Nickname: Sol
Location: USA
Age: 28
Height: 5' 9"
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Pets: A cat and dogge
Favorite thing about yourself: Baaahahaha
Worst habit: getting easily distracted
Fun facts: Racecar spelled backwards is racecar... Oh wait about me well-
Identity, Sexuality & Personality
Gender identity: Male
Sexual preference: Bi
"Kinsey Scale" score: 2
Relationship status: In one, but It's complicated
Myers/Briggs type: INTJ
Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw according to some test thingy
Routine
"Early Bird" or "Night Owl": Early birb during the week. Night owl on the weekends
First thought in the morning: I wonder what (X) is doing.
Last thought before falling asleep at night: Why do I need to sleep?! this sucks, I wanna hang out still.
School/Work
Do you work or are you a student: Work, trying to get back into school mindset.
What do you do well: Be open minded? Uh listen?
Where do you see yourself in 5 years: Homeless and alone or still working. : /
Habits (Do you…?)
Drink: Weekends typically
Smoke: Situation dependent
Do Drugs: Nope!
Exercise: At least an hour every day.
Have a go-to comfort food: Chocolat
Have a nervous habit: rambling
What is your favorite…?
Physical quality (in yourself): Uh.. I stay in shape?
In Others: Who they are as a person?
Mental/emotional quality (in yourself): I tend to be fairly calm and level headed when others are freaking out. When I decide upon a course of action I execute it ruthlessly.
Mental/emotional quality (in others): Friendly antagonism, deep convo from time to time.
Food: Sushi or Mexican
Drink: Gin and Ginger ale is my thing currently
Animal: I have a cat and dogge, but I reallllyyy want a Tegu
Colors: Blue
Artist/Band/Group: Uh.. Anything but country music. I'm on a HARD synth, EDM kick lately
Author/Poet: Ian M. Banks, Alastair Reynolds, J.K. Rowling, Ben Bova, John Steakley, Peter F. Hamilton, Neil Gaiman, Chuck Palahniuk, Kevin J. Anderson,
Actor/Actress: Robert Downy Jr. Daniel Craig, Claudia Black, Anthony Hopkins, many many others
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Mass Effect Survival Pt 2: Ch3 Desk Pop
Posted 10 years agoMass Effect Survival Pt 2 Ch2 Colorblind
Posted 10 years agoA03 FF and DA
So Yenna and Red are back, if only for a little bit XD Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I'm doing a whole start-from-the-end-and-end-at-the-beginning thing with every other chapter. It's been hinted at in Part 1, but Augustus' (Max's father) timeline will end when he kills Ree's parents during the first contact war.
So Yenna and Red are back, if only for a little bit XD Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I'm doing a whole start-from-the-end-and-end-at-the-beginning thing with every other chapter. It's been hinted at in Part 1, but Augustus' (Max's father) timeline will end when he kills Ree's parents during the first contact war.
Mass Effect Survival.
Posted 10 years agoChapter 1 is out!
Here(neutered for sexy times content) and Here as well
ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!
Thank you all for patiently waiting, I am finally back in the saddle of working on MES.
Part 2 of the 3 part Mass Effect Survival Series. As told from Jorvan Vikars perspective (for the most part) This part will be more compressed than 1 and 3 and will span prior to and during the Reaper war, right up until the RGB ending.
As always, spread the word, comment etc.
Here(neutered for sexy times content) and Here as well
ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!
Thank you all for patiently waiting, I am finally back in the saddle of working on MES.
Part 2 of the 3 part Mass Effect Survival Series. As told from Jorvan Vikars perspective (for the most part) This part will be more compressed than 1 and 3 and will span prior to and during the Reaper war, right up until the RGB ending.
As always, spread the word, comment etc.
