𝙳𝙾𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙰𝚁.

... i have not winced, nor cried aloud.

[gunnerychief]

𝐢  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐫  𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝   [ . . . ]

a writing blog for ashley williams from the mass effect trilogy.

about the writer.  jude, 19.  she/they.  i’ve been writing ashley since ... 2016 - ish,   and I’m excited to write her again.

001. highly selective + private,  but I am willing to plot with non-mutuals if approached. 002.  this account will remain extremely plot driven.  I prefer at least some sort of pre-established dynamic before threading,  so I can have a basic idea of how our characters will interact, though it’s not necessary. 003. multiverse + ship,  but selective about shipping. 004.  semi-active at the moment.   005.  potentially triggering content may be present,  such as violence,  death,  and exploration of traumatic experiences.  it will all be tagged to the best of my ability,  but if you need someone specific tagged,  let me know.  tagged as [trigger] / 006. I’m open to any kind of threads  (one-liner,  para,  multi-para,  etc.)  007. blog is currently a wip!  thank you for your patience.

thank you for reading! you can find the full rules page here.

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my crush on her... endless

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she looks SOOO PRETTY AHHH that’s my baby

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okay hotties, i got my grubby hands on MELE so....... going to disappear in a 4 day replay haze and come back with screencaps

[biotek]

.  .  .   BUT   ACCEPTING   IT,   EMBRACING   IT,      can   be   the   difference   between   success   &   sitting   at   home   in   your   pjs   taking   red   sand.

kaidan alenko of mass effect. reaved by jaewon ♡

[gunnerychief]

❝        C’MON,    WE’VE GOT   seven hours of shore leave,    lt.    we’re not gonna spend it cooped up in here.       ❞      she knocks into him,   shoulder - to - shoulder.   a bit of a bully move,  urging him up,   up.    she’s antsy,    it’s all laid out in the jump of her heels,   the rolling wrists,    wanting for motion.   for some time out.      ❝       might as well go explore the citadel without risk of death by merc.   or  ...   saren agents   —   you get the idea.   take a look around before keepers decide to start picking fights or something.    maybe a find a club that isn’t seedy as hell.   you’ll have fun,   i promise.     ❞

@biotek​ :        ♡.

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ashley’s so ... physical,  in my head.  there’s a lot of playful touching.   shoulder-bumps,   playful punching to the sides and arms,   knocking her hips into someone’s side,   wrapping her arm around someone’s shoulder,   or yanking them into her side.   depending on the person,   I think casual touch comes so easily to her,   and she tends to just be very   ...   touchy.  lots of hugging,   getting into close contact,   loves play-fighting and (playfully!) knocking people around / getting knocked around.  

[paragonchose]

𝗪𝗘'𝗩𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘, 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉 : indie commander shepard of bioware’s mass effect trilogy, as loved by nikita.

[gunnerychief]

❝      HEY,    VAKARIAN.      ❞      she crouches low,    leans hard against the full body of the mako.   the scent of smoke and char still clings to the chassis,   and there’s more than a few scratches and tears along the sides.   something about a mountain and one too many turrets,   and t’soni looked a little more green than blue on the way back in.   

why she’s here—   hard to say.   might as well get to know him.   might as well    ...   —   he’s good with his hands,   a good shot    —   not as good as her,   but worth    ...    talking to,   at least.    she rolls back on her heels,   slumps down,   crosses her arms,   taps his leg with the side of her boot.      ❝      heard that last mission got a little hairy.    you good ?       ❞ 

@turianrebel​ :        ♡.

[gunnerychief]

praysafter​:

obsidian gaze flickers over the dark haired human with familiarity,  pleased at the progress he notes just by eye alone;  he imagines the doctors are even more pleased than he, given how terribly bruised and broken the soldier had been not long ago.

❛❛     [   .͟ ͟.͟ .͟     ]    you’ve recovered quite well,  lieutenant.      ❞

@gunnerychief​ liked for a starter.

THE WHITE-GOLD LIGHT    turns surgical the longer she stays under it, buzzing down,  down,  down,   laying her out clean as a bandaged wound.  still blue at the bruises,   but at least she’s walking,   and she doesn’t feel the ache of her ribs with every inhale anymore.   good enough to throw a punch if she needs to,   and this one—thane.  thane krios.   one of shepard’s crew,   back...  before.  

her teeth grind a bit in her skull,   deepening that low-grade headache she’s been nursing all morning.   still,   no need to be rude.   at least,   not too rude.   she slumps into the chair,  tapping a nervous rhythm on her knee.      ❝       uhh,   yeah.    krios,  right ?       ❞      she manages a smile   —   or maybe more of a grimace.      ❝      just need to convince them i’m fit to fight.   i hate sitting around like this.   how about you   —   what are you in for ?       ❞       in for,   like they’re prisonmates.   he’s too calm.

[solesoldier-a]

.  .  .  BUT  REMEMBER  TO  COME  UP  FOR AIR,      and  not  just  because  all  these  people  need  you.   because  i  need  you.

@turianrebel .     and       @victamortem .   /  garrus  vakarian  and  commander  shepard  of  the  mass  effect  trilogy .  written  by  chuckles  and  monk  ©®

[gunnerychief]

✨.

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still need to fix some things up here,  but here’s a starter call 

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still need to fix some things up here,  but here’s a starter call 

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"You owe me a drink. Or ... I owe you a drink? I've lost track at this point. Doesn't matter, let's get the hell out of here." (blows a thousand kisses your way cause I'm so happy to see you again <3)

❝     PSH,    come on skipper,   you’re gonna go broke with all the drinks you owe me ...      ❞      a healthy pause as she observes the scenery    --    god,   what the hell are they doing ?     yeah,   a drink sounds good right now    --     and she turns back to shepard,    rolls her knuckles till they pop! and crack,        ❝      but I’m pretty sure I owe you after that last fight.    first human spectre buys the first round though.    don’t argue.       ❞

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garrus tucks his face against the crook of her neck and purrs!! he missed her!!

❝    WHAT ARE YOU DOING,   you big lug,     ❞        it’s an valiant effort,    to try and keep her face still,    to not giggle,   not burst into a grin too soft and too sweet for her,    all straight shoulders and hard-mouthed toughness.   she rolls on her heels to accommodate,   to tilt her head back and wrap her arms around his waist  --  old instinct,   and a loose enough grab to pull away if he wants.    the press of his face sets her skin to a pleasant hum, and the façade splinters as her laugh bubbles through,   out,   sweet as natural sunlight.    she pushes her cheek to his,    affectionate,   and pushes him away just enough to grin,   lean back,    catch his gaze and hum,       ❝    dork,   I missed you too.     ❞      she wraps a strong hand,   still raw on the knuckles,   around his armor,   pulls him down,    down to her height,   close enough to imply a waiting kiss     ---    eyes sleepy half-moons,   lips parted into a lilting grin,   human gestures she’s familiar with,    human gestures she still isn’t sure will translate.      ❝       so,   do I get to kiss you now,   or   ...  ?      ❞