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—VALKYRIE SIGNING ON!
arielshepard
SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
Always making noise, hoping to drown out the sounds. Always making snide remarks to build up her persona of defiance. Yet here she is, with a new batch of students to replace the ones that died & trapped in an era where the woman she knew as Commander Shepard was neither human nor her friend. Jack is a mind that rages against the cosmic wind only for it to ignore her or the suffering she has endured. She is a thread on a loom that is being woven together with the rest of creation, pulled tight, & controlled by the hand that belongs to the person who told her to shoot Aresh on Pragia.
From the organization that experimented on her to the Emperor that will hollow her out & fill her body with sinister technology, Jack was never free.
It has always been her fate to be rewritten, reborn, & perfected. Cerberus was the root of Jack’s pain, but this exquisite existential dread that pulses through her brain is from revelations about the Shepard that she nor the others were prepared for. That anguish, that agony, that anger primes her for what it is to come. It will make her brain easier to open when she is on the operating table & the cybernetics immediately graft to the grey matter.
The future for Jack is better than the one Cerberus had intended, for the Emperor knows how to turn women into machines, how to bless them with augmentations & elevate them to beyond human.
The future for Jack is terrifying because she will become everything she fears, everything she has tried so hard to get away from, everything she hates. Powerful, but not free. To have her personality ripped out of her.
Poor, Jack.
Her question is not answered, the Shepard simply stares at her from where she is. The tone of the white noise changes, something deeper & darker, the sounds of static like maggot crawling all over the woman’s brain. She observes how Jack reacts to the darkness of her presence, how her bones sing in their aching to be ignited with biotic power, how her veins expand to let blood flow easily. To have strived all one’s life for pure freedom, unbound & unshackled by law or military or obligation. It is a cruel thing to take it all away from her, to tell her that her fate was planned out eons in advance, a destiny that she could not escape.
But the Emperor is cruel. Amor fati, Jack.
❝ No, you don’t. ❞ Her reply is harsh, like a tent spike being hammered into the woman’s skull. Only now does she rises to her full height from the chair she was seated in. The tones of the static shift into notes that should not exist, the shadows begin to boil & writhe in response to the change in her position. Things are happening. Things are about to change.
A cloying dread begins to eat at her consciousness, at first she ignores it. as if not acknowledging it would keep her safe. from what? the what wasn’t yet discerned. her brain continued to attempt to process, to understand. she couldn’t--- ( even if every cell of altered frame tells her to FIGHT ) it would be one she’d lose. over and over again, until her body lost the will to get up and try. while it might not have been the smartest idea she’s ever had; however, the urge to fight was ingrained into her as a youth. no one else would fight her battles for her. they wanted her to be the strongest, to kill off the others to make herself better. what kind of backwards logic was that? ---cerberus’. A bitter ‘how would you know’ remains muted on wet muscle. After all of those years fighting she’d be put right back into those shackles cerberus constructed for her. If she had the capability to think about the overwhelming loss she’s suffered, maybe Jack would come to some realization that this was what the universe had intended for her. That no matter how much she fought it, she’d always be caught within what she was created for. Imperfect, now. Stuck beneath the alliance’s thumb, no longer seeking vengeance for what was done to her. Content. Now without her students, Jack was suffocating in shrouded pitch. Alone. Doubting that the tapes would show any of this, Ariel. That static she both felt and heard would prevent any evidence of what was occurring. Not that she knew. Jack flinches, searing pain flourishing just beneath her skull. Sound fluctuates, at first it is subtle, then it grows in pitch. Erratic, unstable, loud. unbearably loud. the biotic is nearly brought to her knees; inked palms moving to grip her head. Why? ‘ Is that what you want? For me to kneel before you? ’ She’s surprised how far off her own voice sounds. Perhaps the Reaper Emperor had come to take back that which was sparred previously.
There’s a swell of fear brewing in her belly--- it takes her back to when she was a child. Being forced to watch while the other’s played, that uncomfortable feeling of her skin not quite fitting her bones. Of the power that ached to be freed in a fright-induced rage.
doors busted open. powers out. at least, in the entryway it is … but there’s not a sound. not a whisper. even the outside wind is quiet. will’s heart pitter - patters faster than normal. she’s AFRAID; for jack. for the children they’re both trying to keep safe.
❝ jack? … kiddos? anyone home? ❞ she sent them away to be SAFE. what was i thinking? nobody is safe anymore. there’s nowhere, no place that can be considered safe. maybe in the deep, dark, empty spaces between galaxies from where the reapers came … boots crunch on broken glass, gun - light glittering across the destruction. the echo of liara’s own steps mirror shepard’s … the two continue forward. please don’t let them be dead. // for @inkedvicious
‘ we’ll get through this. keep your heads down and watch each other’s backs. ’ she’s doing a head count; pointing to each one of her worn out students. anxiety gnawing vicious teeth into desperate lungs. someone’s missing, ‘ fuck, fuck, fuck! ’ keep it together jack, for the kids. shaking inked palms, jack ignites powerful blue energy to vicious levels. nearly lurching forward to blast whoever was moving toward them. they are in rough shape, cuts adorn the canvas of jack’s frame. a gash angrily throbbing right below her right eye. vibrant amber optics must’ve been deceiving her--- the lack of sleep probably. they’re petrified, wondering if this was their last stand. fearful in the blackened corridor. oblivion could be close. however, jack wouldn’t die without fighting to live. there was no way she’d let them endure terrorizing agony, not on her watch.
‘ will? liara. what the fuck. ’ fuck, i almost wrecked them. husked cadence is heavily lilted by exhaustion, and in this moment she seeks out the only comfort she knows. limbs moving as fast as they could toward will. ‘ we have to find him-- he must of gotten separated from the group. i lost sight, it’s my fault. ’ biting back what might have been a choked sob, jack repeats herself. ‘ we have to find him, will. ’
Turns out, mess with someone’s head enough and you can turn a scared kid into an all-powerful bitch. Fuckin’ idiots.
THE DEAD ARE GONE, AND THE LIVING ARE HUNGRY.
on the lips of my love, i’m alone again. i could lose, i could fall, i could fold and then. you’ve got your arms wide and SIN in your eyes. i’m a thief, i’m a coward, i’m a fool, it hurts!! thinking this was real.. when i lose, when i fall, clutching out— everything i feel. ( you’ve got my hands tied ) innocent sacrifice. on the lips of my love, i’m ALONE again. bleed so, i can taste where your love has been. put your heart on my teeth, i can break the skin. pull me close, you can f e e l where my love begins. you’ve got your long times. it’s in your blood line. and i feel i’m goin’ under. ’cause you smile like you’re my saviour– while your hands keep getting tighter around my throat.
portrayed by ghost.
shit. yo dudes and not dudes ! i haven’t been very active here because life has been hectic and all that. got a promotion at work, ect. which is a bonus but also a lot more overtime / responsibility. annnnd jack’s muse has been quite fickle. i know i always write how i am going to try and get to drafts, but seriously! i do try. so thank you for being patient.
ΤΑ ΣΤΙΓΜΑΤΑ ΜΟΥ.
* FORMERLY SCYTHECUT !
I wanted to talk about it. Damn it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I wanted to shout about it. But all I could do was whisper, ‘I’m fine.’
oxytoxics (via wnq-writers)
shit. ah yes, so i’ve been trying to get a jump start on my jack muse again. and been staring at my drafts for hours, and hours! however, the task is exceedingly hard. so! if anyone would like to possibly plot a new thread/start another you should definitely hmu. i’ve been over here a little bit. but not crazily active as work and video games have sucked me right back in. uwu
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when u haven’t slept in like 30 hours, worked a 12 hour shift and then went shopping, finding the final piece to your alien collection!!
Everyone I kill, I pretend it’s the ones that did this to me.
@inkedvicious plz love me i know this took forever.
officials bearing hatred move in on the augmented woman, all covered in armor that wouldn’t truly help them against the beating from a ( shifted ) individual. adam’s thankful for the presence of just three of them, easily incapacitated with a single burst from a TESLA augmentation. ( the woman looks like she can HANDLE HERSELF without aid from a stranger )
“ so. i take it you’re part of the resistance… ”
leather adorned shoulders roll in a languid shrug. she couldn’t be bothered with answering his inquiry, not yet. her augmentation calms, well-sculpted brow raised. cocky, as per usual. “ maybe-- who’s askin’? ” it wasn’t anything she couldn’t fix up. their hate, their loss. lastly, it wasn’t her who would be in crippling pain. not anymore.
a bit of an update: i'm still pretty sick and lacking in the energy department. sorry to those waiting on replies, and thank you to those who have made me starters. i'll get to everything as soon as my body lets me. i've also downloaded the one tamriel update for teso and been reeled right back in. pfff. even in my lack of productivity i've been thinking up possible blogs: leliana (bringing her back), or a hunter from bloodborne. pfff... /: someone stop this.
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JOHN HAD QUICKLY learned that being in jack’s presence could often lead to terrible things. perhaps terrible was a bit of an overstatement - they were mischievous at the most. ( although maybe that was his developed bias coming into play to defend her. ) although more and more he was starting to think that maybe it didn’t matter how he behaved - after all he was technically AWOL. for all he knew the public’s opinion on him had changed and there was no point to trying to play good and nice anymore. —- but of course old habits were hard to kick, even with HER influence.
“DON’T give me that look” his comment falls from his lips as he sees her gaze, a telling expression already on his features. he definitely had not been thinking of the ways they could desecrate the so-called-holy monument ( though from everything he had gathered it was all just hot-air ) and he certainly wasn’t going to stand around and let jack realize that he in fact had been.
“we should keep moving.”
the powerful biotic grins at his vocalization. “ what look, buddy? ” unable to guise the tenor echoing deviance. her amusement brimming in the best of ways. inked palm settling to his shoulder as she gives him an old fashion pat on the back, proud of him to say the very least. she’s venom, brash words and brutal fists. threats beneath gritted ivories! vengeance, seething and waiting. always blooming. “ so what did you come up with, huh big guy? ” nudging him with her elbow, pushing him into divulging precious information she could hold over him at a later date. this was the game they played now. jack was willing to show her hand, especially if it meant having Commander Shepard voice his most rebellious of thoughts.