I totally forget how to link user icons or names, but the wonderful lady at this dA page [link] has an EP out with her band, and it's awesome and you should listen to it, mmkay?
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NOW GO, MY MINIONS.


Repercussions, Chapter 1 (alternatively titled Reaper-cussions, should you be the sort of person who enjoys puns)Repercussions, Chapter 1 by ~Iorhaelwen
A/N: Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 spoilers, ahoy!
Garrus Vakarian had studied his Commanding Officer's mannerisms for long enough to know when she was hiding something from the rest of the crew, and this time was no exception. Shepard oversaw initial repairs to the Normandy SR-2 with the same vigilance and attention to detail he'd expect of a C-Sec officer conducting an investigation, and carried on conversations with the few surviving crewmembers with the charisma and confidence of any great military leader, but her body language betrayed a simmering


Box. locked inside a heart-shaped boxBox. by ~Iorhaelwen
on a shelf, collecting dust
dangerous to even touch
lest it melt within your clutch
a testament to normalcy
evidence of recovery
a study in cognitive dissonance
and distortion of reality
trapped inside a heart-shaped tomb
all the sordid facts consumed
disconnected from the past
every detail, to the last
a testament to normalcy
evidence of recovery
a exercise in wilful ignorance
and distortion of reality
buried in this heart-shaped hole
the things that haunt your wretched soul
the shit you're too afraid to own
lest it prove too hard to bear
a testament to normalcy
evidence of recovery
a me


Flashback 'Flashbacks may consist of images, sounds, smells, or feelings, and are often triggered by ordinary occurrences, such as a door slamming or a car backfiring on the street. A person having a flashback may lose touch with reality and believe that the traumatic incident is happening all over again.'Flashback by ~Iorhaelwen
-National Institute of Mental Health
Her name was Becky, unless it was Belinda. She was a chubby girl of mixed descent with a smile wider than her girth, if that was possible. It was that cheerful sunbeam in the hurricane that was then my life that convinced me to talk to her, though it helped that she bounced over in my direction as my paperwork w