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@begrudgingmartyr
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{So in a strange and horrible turn of events, my toddler just fried my computer, so I’ll be taking a mini Hiatus until I can replace it in a week or two.}
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begrudgingmartyr:
Immediately she softened, sliding into the open seat next to him and tucking her arm into his. She wasn’t a fool; things had hit the fan the exact way they said it would and now as per usual it was up to them to pick up the pieces.
It was exhausting.
Leaning close she gave her brother the warmest look she could muster despite the sleep-deprived bags around her eyes and the frazzled look her long braid had taken on throughout the day.
“I know you’re…” She swallowed the word hurting and gave a weak smile.
“I know you’ve been stressed and I know it’s been hard to do much of anything other than focus on the mission and all the death but ignoring what you need isn’t going to help anyone let alone you.”
She gave a theatrical sniff and turned her nose up.
“Besides I wouldn’t have to nag you so much if you’d just do as I say.”
Well if that hadn’t been the phrase of their childhood.
At the mention of the blue crested turian; Lia’s face fell. It was no secret that when she wasn’t running around like a chicken with its head cut off she was usually found in the battery with Garrus; either tucked in a corner of the room fighting off a panic attack or pressed close to the turian, talking in quiet whispers.
“I know; Garrus is just about sick with worry. I’ve been combing through the refugee reports as often as possible but there have been so many coming in right now, I just..”
She trailed off, rubbing a hand down her face before shooting John a look and flicking his forehead.
“Nice diversion tactic brat.”
John did appreciate the concern, that she cared about him during those terrible moments. However, she also needed to take care of herself – he could notice how exhausted she looked, probably forgetting about herself to give others some comfort. She was definitely like him, always putting others first, no matter what.
He placed a hand over her arm, resting his head on hers as he listened to her words. Lia had a golden heart, something that the galaxy needed desperately. People like her were rare, soldiers like Lia, even more. Although she wasn’t a biotic like him, her infiltration skills were deadly. One shot, one kill. Just like that. Her enemies feared her, but her allies loved her. She was the hope everyone needed.
But she also needed to look after herself. And that was where he came in. If she would take care of herself, he would.
“I know, Lia… I know. The same applies to you, too. I’m just a bit exhausted right now. Sometimes hope feels so… distant, even if I want to believe it. That boy who died on Earth? Remember him? I can’t stop having nightmares with him.”
As for Garrus, the same could be said about Liara and John, though John had never had the courage of telling her he was in love with her. Better this way, because at some point, he felt like he would sacrifice himself anyway.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about Palaven. I hope Garrus’ family is alright. When I talk to him, he looks very worried, but he still puts on a strong profile… though I feel like he’s really suffering behind that mask.”
It was rare nowadays; for them to have time alone. To speak more than five minutes here and there throughout the day while they both worked on their own missions and managed the crew.
She missed him terribly.
There had been a time of course when they were younger and stupider where she was his constant shadow, all but attached to the hip. And who wouldn't have been, her brother was amazing, talented beyond compare with his biotics, and a genuinely good man to boot and it had been a hard adjustment to be so close yet so far from her once sole confidant.
So she lets him have his turn at talking, grateful for the contact even while internally scoffing at his own gentle reminder of self-care. How dare he be so logical and kind.
Bastard.
The mention of the boy though; the little boy from the earth and her full attention is back on him, eyes sharp and alert.
"I do remember him."
It's a quiet admittance and she looks entirely concerned.
She debates telling him of her own nightmares and decided against it, it wouldn't help and he didn't need another reason to worry over her.
Instead, she settles for squeezing his arm and knocking her head against his in the gentlest fashion.
At the mention of Garrus however, a grimace creeps over her face. John was more on the money than even he probably knew, the turian has been near beside himself with concern, whether he verbalized it or not and it had been worrying Lia like never before.
"You know.." She started gently as before but in a tone that said 'I'm your sister and I know everything'.
"I talked to Liara recently, she's worried about you too. Maybe you should check in on her."
Her look is pointed, clearly willing him to pick up her underlying meaning.
Men.
“We were all pretty lucky, honestly. I mean- sure, it was scary, but we all pulled through okay. I’m just… glad it’s all over. I’m not much of a fighter; I’d just prefer to dance.”
"Well I'm just happy ya'll are safe as safe can be right now. Most people wouldn't be able to walk out of what happened and keep a good attitude.
You should probably give yourself a little more credit."
“You know what always boosts an economy? War. I think I saw an anthill over by the water fountain…”
@crimsonsavior
Ophelia Shepard is ten years old and ninety-nine percent positive her brother is an actual lunatic but like...in the most loving way humanly possible. So she squints at him, hands on her hips before wearily turning and looking for the anthill that had the misfortune of John's attention and quietly praying he was just trying to antagonize her.
Holy Shit. That is the biggest anthill she'd ever seen in her life. No really why is that anthill so big. Lia's bravado falters for a moment, hazel eyes flickering between the water fountain, the anthill she knew was going to be visiting her nightmares later that day, and her brother. "John absolutely not, those poor ants are gonna drown." and worse come after them in a fit of rage
“If you don’t step in, at least one or two of these people are going to end up married.”
@blatantvirucide
Ophelia threw her head back and cackled, loudly and perhaps a little off-kilter; nursing a vibrant-looking Asari drink with a name too long for her to pronounce.
She looked relaxed, happy even; with her hair out of its usual battle braid and a happy glow around her as her crewmates jostled and mingled around them.
"Let them; god knows a wedding or two would be good for everyone's mental health. And I personally love a good excuse to get dolled up."
She paused and eyed her companion good-naturedly.
"Although" She drawled, no doubt her lowered inhibitions making her drawl near unintelligible
"Can't imagine you willing in a tux."
She laughed again not unkindly as she sipped her drink.
“If you don’t step in, at least one or two of these people are going to end up married.” Delivered flat-toned.
Ophelia threw her head back and cackled, loudly and perhaps a little off-kilter; nursing a vibrant-looking Asari drink with a name too long for her to pronounce.
She looked relaxed, happy even; with her hair out of its usual battle braid and a happy glow around her as her crewmates jostled and mingled around them.
"Let them; god knows a wedding or two would be good for everyone's mental health. And I personally love a good excuse to get dolled up."
She paused and eyed her companion good-naturedly.
"Although" She drawled, no doubt her lowered inhibitions making her drawl near unintelligible
"Can't imagine you willing in a tux."
She laughed again not unkindly as she sipped her drink.
Monster Prom Starters
All starters are taken from dialogue and narration in Monster Prom, a game by Beautiful Glitch. Please feel free to change as you see fit. (ie. grammatical tense, pronouns, etc.) These starters contain dark themes, amongst other topics. Part 1/?
“Dinner and a movie, only the dinner is arson and the movie is also arson.”
“Quick! Suggest the most badass and romantic crime!”
“Just brainstorming some ways to keep things entertaining beyond fuckin’ ditching.”
“Ummmm, you better give him a reason not to murder you, just in case.”
“You! Save me from the consequences of my actions!”
“What kind of status could I post that would be idiot-proof?”
“Pretty much everybody is a traitor. Just spin a bottle, and whoever it points at, kill them.”
“Please, help me put my poor mind at ease: how can I possibly identify potential traitors in my court?”
“It doesn’t matter what I order. Anything will taste good as long as I eat it with you.”
“Whenever you get tired of existing, just go piss off a priest.”
“Okay, you go as a sexy tax attorney. I’ll go as a sexy tax EVADER.”
“Possess the body of the deceased, bringing him back for one last party!”
“If you can do a hundred push-ups, you can be a good king for sure.”
“Books are like weights for your brain, and heavier weights are better… so you just need to lift really heavy books!”
“Snakes get feisty when they don’t have jobs.”
“Threaten to feed a damsel to a sea monster. That’ll distract him.”
“Ugh, it’s such a chore being this beautiful all the time. How am I ever going to get rid of him?”
“Rotting squid should be thrown at uncool students to remind them how uncool they are.”
“You’d be willing to cover up the literal murder I’ve committed, no questions asked. Right?”
“Easy, we’ll just dress her up in some stuff from the theater and set her up in the quad like she’s a new art piece!”
“If you don’t step in, at least one or two of these people are going to end up married.”
“You know what always boosts an economy? War. I think I saw an anthill over by the water fountain…”
“Art isn’t art unless it makes you feel bad feelings inside.”
“Art is a method for making worthless things into very expensive things.”
“You need a grand romantic gesture. Race to the airport to confess your feelings!”
“What if, instead of farmers, they were trains?”
“Oh man, do I have a great prank for you: I call it ‘stealing’.”
“If you type the numbers 8, 0, 0, 8, and 5 in order, it looks like ‘BOOBS’.”
“You need yoga pants.”
“Meet a tough adversary and build a rivalrous frenemy relationship that pushes the both of you to improve.”
{I ended up changing my theme because I hated the way it was formatting my posts, it looks WAY better now but if anyone has issues navigating it please let me know! }
begrudgingmartyr:
@drapehs
Ophelia tried to have the decency to look confused; maybe even perplexed at the sight of the man in front of her, though given the history of clones and attempts on her life; her face read more exhausted exasperation than anything else as she rose from her kneeling position, sniper rifle cradled between her arms like a child as she pursed her lips. They weren’t exactly twins, but there was something in his posture, something in his eyes that was already confirming her theory before she verbalized it.
“Let me guess.” She drawled, voice hinting at a once thicker accent as she eyed him up and down like a mother would a child tracking in mud.
“Shepard.”
It was less a question and more of an accusation.
❝ Hmm? ❞
Damien turned around to see a female standing before him. She radiated irritation and disgust when speaking to him. He wasn’t quite sure as to why. He hasn’t recalled ever meeting her. But based on her overall posture, the way she held her rifle, even the way she spoke… he had a hunch she’s got some stories to tell and a lot of them. Standing upright, he faced the female and spoke in return, ❝ That is my surname, yes. Might I ask why? ❞
Ophelia's eyes drifted upward, a silent prayer on her lips as she felt the signs of an oncoming headache. Of course, he was a Shepard, why wouldn't he be.
Typical.
Taking a silent even breath, she looked back at the man and gave her most patient smile; the one reserved for news reporters, C-Sec officers, and the occasional upset civilian.
Placing a hand against her chest, she let the sniper rifle hang loosely by her side.
"My name is Ophelia Shepard, Spectre and Commander of the Normandy."
Her smile showed teeth this time as she swung her hair over her shoulder.
"I think we need to talk."
begrudgingmartyr:
@azurebiotic
“You need to eat.”
Lia had always been something of a mother hen, fussing over everyone and everything on the Normandy, and for the most part, it had always done something good for the morale of the crew as she huffed and puffed over people’s needs and problems.
And her brother was never spared any of it.
Even now as she hovered over him, eyebrows furrowed and her freckled face tight with concern and looking two seconds away from shoving the food into his mouth herself.
“John.”
Her southern twang hit a new octave as she willed with her eyes for him to give in to her heavy-handedness.
John didn’t feel like eating lately. He wasn’t exactly happy that the war had been killing so many innocent people, human and alien. As much as he believed they could win, his emotions could still hit him hard. As if having to sacrifice an entire Batarian system wasn’t enough, right? But he knew his sister had good intentions, that she had been suffering the same way as him.
As she shoved some food into his mouth, he glanced at her with a light frown before opening his mouth hesitantly.
“I’m not hungry, Lia.” John pointed out, swallowing the food as if it was a bitter pill. It wasn’t bad, no, but he wasn’t in the mood to put something in his stomach.
“I appreciate the concern and all, but I’ll be fine. You should check on Garrus, though. He hasn’t found his family yet.”
Immediately she softened, sliding into the open seat next to him and tucking her arm into his. She wasn't a fool; things had hit the fan the exact way they said it would and now as per usual it was up to them to pick up the pieces.
It was exhausting.
Leaning close she gave her brother the warmest look she could muster despite the sleep-deprived bags around her eyes and the frazzled look her long braid had taken on throughout the day.
"I know you're..." She swallowed the word hurting and gave a weak smile.
"I know you've been stressed and I know it's been hard to do much of anything other than focus on the mission and all the death but ignoring what you need isn't going to help anyone let alone you."
She gave a theatrical sniff and turned her nose up.
"Besides I wouldn't have to nag you so much if you'd just do as I say."
Well if that hadn't been the phrase of their childhood.
At the mention of the blue crested turian; Lia's face fell. It was no secret that when she wasn't running around like a chicken with its head cut off she was usually found in the battery with Garrus; either tucked in a corner of the room fighting off a panic attack or pressed close to the turian, talking in quiet whispers.
"I know; Garrus is just about sick with worry. I've been combing through the refugee reports as often as possible but there have been so many coming in right now, I just.."
She trailed off, rubbing a hand down her face before shooting John a look and flicking his forehead.
"Nice diversion tactic brat."
@mk19s
"I thought I'd find you here."
Ophelia gave the mercenary across from her; her best smile, all dimples, and pearly white teeth as the spectre slid into the seat opposite him and picked up a menu.
"I think.."
She paused, eyebrows furrowing as she roamed over the items until finally tapping on a picture of a milkshake. Looking satisfied as she handed the menu over to a pretty Asari, she turned back to the man.
"Sorry about that, I can never resist a sweet treat. I believe I have a job for you."
@torntruth
"You can come in, I was just finishing up a report."
Ophelia muttered, glancing up for only a moment; irritation scribbled all over her face while she chewed on her poor Alliance grade stylus before she turned back down to stare down the datapad in her lap as if willing it to combust then and there.
No such luck.
She glanced up again, eyes tired but her smile kind as she all but chucked the datapad back onto her desk and stretched out her arms, wiggling her painted nails at the ceiling.
"I'm happy for the distraction actually, what can I do for you."
@azurebiotic
"You need to eat."
Lia had always been something of a mother hen, fussing over everyone and everything on the Normandy, and for the most part, it had always done something good for the morale of the crew as she huffed and puffed over people's needs and problems.
And her brother was never spared any of it.
Even now as she hovered over him, eyebrows furrowed and her freckled face tight with concern and looking two seconds away from shoving the food into his mouth herself.
"John."
Her southern twang hit a new octave as she willed with her eyes for him to give in to her heavy-handedness.
@drapehs
Ophelia tried to have the decency to look confused; maybe even perplexed at the sight of the man in front of her, though given the history of clones and attempts on her life; her face read more exhausted exasperation than anything else as she rose from her kneeling position, sniper rifle cradled between her arms like a child as she pursed her lips. They weren't exactly twins, but there was something in his posture, something in his eyes that was already confirming her theory before she verbalized it.
"Let me guess." She drawled, voice hinting at a once thicker accent as she eyed him up and down like a mother would a child tracking in mud.
"Shepard."
It was less a question and more of an accusation.