p s y c h o p a t h

this is not a place of honor ; no esteemed dead are buried here

[assholeinahoodie-deactivated201]

—Heheh.

  Yeah, you could say that.

[ Been killing since he turned a day old, actually. ]

..Alex. Just Alex. [ No last name bases anymore. ] 

[allpowerfulbitch]

Oh? 

Guess I'll have to get to know you better, Alex.

[allpowerfulbitch]

4, 6, 10

4 - Not much. Some days she'll spend extra on perfecting her 'haircut' and lipstick, but otherwise she puts no effort into makeup and wardrobe. 

6 - Right handed, though her paranoia gun fetish bellicose nature past has led her to practice using guns with her right and left hands. 

10 - She likes hot, dry weather. Rain reminds her too much of the dampness on Pragia. 

[allpowerfulbitch]

11. A weird/obscure fear they have:

11 - As I've mentioned briefly in tags, Jack is agoraphobic after growing up in a small cell. It's a very specific form of agoraphobia: she's not scared of unfamiliar places or social humiliation like most agoraphobes. Rather, she's scared of large, wide-open, uncluttered spaces.

[allpowerfulbitch]

+playingwithashadow has visited the engineering deck

[playingwithashadow-archive]

I suppose. Hip would require a lot of trust between myself and the artist though. This catsuit isn’t exactly easy to get off. … An arm or leg tattoo isn’t impossible though.

-she raises her hands in a surrendering gesture- I meant nothing by it. They’re very striking. … I wouldn’t mind hearing a few stories behind them honestly. Seems like a lot of thought was put into them.

[allpowerfulbitch]

Hell, I can do it for you. You learn a lot watching people ink you up for hours and hours. 

Yeah, most of 'em are gang tatts. This one's from the day I made it off Pragia. This one's for the first time I killed somebody without being told to. That kind of thing. 

[assholeinahoodie-deactivated201]

    Not bad. [ But— ]        I've topped that. [ Been around in the past hundred fifty plus years, he can tell you that much. ]

   So— who’re you? 

[allpowerfulbitch]

Really? Been killing since before you hit puberty, have you? 

I'm Jack. Just Jack. And you? 

[nacholatkes-deactivated20151014]

Let's do a weird headcanon thing

[allpowerfulbitch]

What they smell like:

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

What music they enjoy:

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

Their favorite thing to collect:

Left or right-handed:

Religion (if any):

Favorite sport:

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

Favorite kind of weather:

A weird/obscure fear they have:

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

[allpowerfulbitch]

Tali stepped down into Jack's hold, looking around briefly, smiling gently, "I see you found your gift."

"…Yeah. What’s the big idea, anyway? I’m— over 20, at least, why the fuck would I need a stuffed pyjak?" Jack asks, gesturing at the toy which had been tossed into a niche in the wall.

[theunmaskedengineer-deactivated]

"Oh, yes, very bad, I put way more dressing on my salads than is appropriate for an individual… I’m so bad… no, I guess it’s more a barrier than a disguise in my case." She reached up to run her hand over her faceplate briefly, shrugging, "In the same vein, though, we all have to take risks some time. Though it’s usually easier to have someone there to hold on to when you jump into that void."

[allpowerfulbitch]

Jack can't help but snort with amusement at Tali's first comment about salad dressing. "So... what, you're saying I should cling onto somebody before we go on this crazy suicide mission after the Collectors? Or whatever risks I'll be taking?" she guesses, her face scrunching slightly with distaste at the idea of acting desperate.

[allpowerfulbitch]

Tali stepped down into Jack's hold, looking around briefly, smiling gently, "I see you found your gift."

"…Yeah. What’s the big idea, anyway? I’m— over 20, at least, why the fuck would I need a stuffed pyjak?" Jack asks, gesturing at the toy which had been tossed into a niche in the wall.

[theunmaskedengineer-deactivated]

"Subtext can say more than the words on the surface, just like people. We both hide ourselves, but my disguise is more obvious. Of course, I’m also trying to get to a point that I don’t require my disguise… Everyone has to grow up eventually…"

[allpowerfulbitch]

'What the-- has she been reading my personal logs?' is Jack's first thought, the tips of her ears flushing. "What's your disguise? Don't tell me you're secretly a bad girl or something under all that." Jack says, pushing the conversation away from herself.

[shinees-deactivated20190406]

Make me choose between:

[allpowerfulbitch]

_________ or _________

[allpowerfulbitch]

♣:Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

♣ i'm just saying you would look hot as a literal cheerleader okay jesus

[allpowerfulbitch]

Tali stepped down into Jack's hold, looking around briefly, smiling gently, "I see you found your gift."

"…Yeah. What’s the big idea, anyway? I’m— over 20, at least, why the fuck would I need a stuffed pyjak?" Jack asks, gesturing at the toy which had been tossed into a niche in the wall.

[theunmaskedengineer-deactivated]

"If I understand the reference, you’re just misunderstood and hunger for something that I’m keeping from you… and… you’re going to chase me in return?" Tali smiled softly, thinking over her words for a moment, "You’re just… impersonable because you don’t know how else to be."

[allpowerfulbitch]

"Wha-- no! The reference means I'm a fucking wolf and you need to stop trusting me! There is no misunderstood in Little Red Riding Hood, there's a predator that eats her grandma!" Jack says, recoiling at the very idea of chasing someone for purposes other than beating them. 

"...You're right, I don't know how to be 'personable'. But I don't want to be personable, either." With anyone but you, some unauthorized part of her brain adds on. 

[allpowerfulbitch]

♣:Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message. ✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

♣ [text] where are you sparks blasto 2 is almost on

✍ baring her soul in masks and hoods and suits and armor / covering up my soul beneath bare skin and ink and skinny little straps / don't judge the book by it's cover unless the book is me / i'm accurately titled / 'monster' 

outofprison; no one can ever convince me the poem from the shadow broker dlc was a one-time incident she does it all the time okay

[allpowerfulbitch]

Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?

[prodigal-legacy]

☺ - superhero AU

Miranda Lawson, known in some circles only as ‘Lawbringer’, surveyed the impressive computer layout with narrowed eyes, reaching up to run a frustrated hand through her raven-colored tresses as she surveyed the troubled area’s. The city was in chaos but, then again, what else was new? It seemed Sol was the new Gotham or NYC with all the criminal-mastermind and mad-scientist activity it’d seen lately. And this new gang, the Reapers, they called themselves, led by the ever-elusive and incredibly violent Harbinger, was by far the most pressing on her long list of concerns.

Speaking of her to do list, which just thinking about was enough to give her a migraine, she had that absurd meeting later that morning, the one with the Shepard and whatever illustrious ‘teammate’ he chose to bring with him this time; it seemed he was always acquiring a new member for their own personal Justice League, though, in her opinion they were more like a group of like-minded mutants than anything else. Certainly, among their ever-growing number (what were they now, eighteen? Nineteen? She’d stopped keeping track somewhere around their battle against the Collectors), there were more than a few she’d hesitate to classify as ‘heroes’.

"Ms. Lawson?" a synthesized voice intoned, cutting heedlessly through her internal musings.

"What is it, Prodigal?" she asked, her tone sharp; after all, Prodigals programming didn’t condone an unprompted vocal response in the lab unless something was amiss externally.

"The Shepard has arrived,"

"Shepard?" she repeated. "He’s not due for another hour,"

"It seems he was in the neighborhood," it paused, as if sensing her mounting irritation. "I directed him and his guest in the eastern drawing room; they’ve just arrived,"

Miranda cursed under her breath, closing electric-blue eyes as she fought the urge to lose her temper. “Thank you, Prodigal; tell them…” she spared the monitors another lingering glance. “I’ll be there shortly.”

[allpowerfulbitch]

Shepard's laugh is much more nervous than actually amused, and she shoots Miranda her very best 'trust me on this' smile. "Well, we've run into a... situation, over in the Omega quarter." the redhead begins to explain, gesturing with her hands expressively. "Situation, my ass. You should just say you're totally fucked." Jack snorts before letting Shepard continue. 

"As I was saying before someone cut in, the Reapers are stepping up their game, by a lot. Even Benezia is on their take now, apparently." the hero sighs, scrubbing a hand across her forehead in frustration. "Not to mention the mayor and SCPD, plus a lot of new gangbanger recruits. Harbinger's getting damn close to filling up a graveyard." 

"Anyway, more to the point: rumors are circulating he's going to be getting a lot of powered reinforcements. Some metas like you and Zero, some aliens, a handful of well-trained humans. I say we make a preemptive strike. We know all they could be doing is bad, so I figure it's better to just go now even before we know the exact details of what they're doing. Hence the extra muscle." Shepard finishes with a gesture at Jack, falling into her old habit of explaining the obvious with words or motions even when everyone else has clearly guessed it.

[tapsters]

[allpowerfulbitch]

Tali stepped down into Jack's hold, looking around briefly, smiling gently, "I see you found your gift."

"…Yeah. What’s the big idea, anyway? I’m— over 20, at least, why the fuck would I need a stuffed pyjak?" Jack asks, gesturing at the toy which had been tossed into a niche in the wall.

[theunmaskedengineer-deactivated]

"You kind of dared me to, the other day… Understanding isn’t pity, Jack. And, except for… Mordin, and Shepard, all of us on this ship are children playing at being adults. None of us knows what to do, we’re running around in the dark, absolutely certain nothing bad will happen. Because someone will be there to guide us. To protect us. We have to protect each other, though. We’re a family, disjointed, maybe, with a couple of obvious black sheep… but we still care about each other."

[allpowerfulbitch]

The words slip through her ribs like slender razors and cut right through the fortresses of scar tissue she'd built up around any emotion that wasn't negative.

"You're an idiot." Jack splutters automatically, trying desperately to hold onto a worldview that Tali was slowly and surely tearing down with her patient kindness. Her lipstick leaves a dark red streak on her otherwise white teeth as she gnaws at her lower lip. Killing them with kindness, she thinks in a tinny, disjointed way before dragging herself back into the present. 

"I told you, I am not a fucking child. Never was, never will be. I'm the monster they wanted me to be." Jack hisses, trying once again to intimidate the quarian. "So run, Red Riding Hood."

[allpowerfulbitch]

Nice ink. Very intricate.

Thanks. Took a while to get it all.

[senator--armstrong]

Mm.

What’s your name, dare I ask? Mine’s Steven.

[allpowerfulbitch]

Jack. 

Just Jack.