suffer the little children.

don’t ship w/me because i will fuck you up before our muses have even interacted.

[ofthysin-blog]

allianceofficer:

❝     —————     i’m  just  covering  my  ass.   a  dog  with  a  splinter  in  its  foot  still  bites.     ❞     it’s  obvious  that  the  splice  is  in  pain     (     which  twists  ugly  within  his  stomach;   he’s  never  been  heartless!     )     but,   it  must  be  worse  than  even  the  surface  betrays  if  erzats  is  willingly  asking  for  help.   he  cocks  a  brow  as  erzats’  gaze  wanders,   drifts,   calculates  that  there  isn’t  much  time  left  before  he  loses  consciousness     (     if  he  even  can.     )     breaches  the  distance  to  position  himself  behind  the  man,   sets  careful  hands  ‘pon  shoulders  to  encourage  erzats  to  sit  as  straight  as  possible.     ❝     you  might  want  to  find  something  to  soak  in  that  whiskey  and  bite  down.   this   …   is  probably  going  to  hurt.     ❞ 

Erzats doesn’t really respond to the first part. Merely mumbles a half-hearted ‘fuck off’ as he leans to dribble black blood away from his legs. The implant in his eye was malfunctioning, clouding his vision in static. When Kaidan touches his shoulders, he flinches away, narrowing his eyes at whatever form he could focus on.    ❝         Hey. Watch th’merchandise...     ❞ He slurs, but after a few seconds, he leans back. He’s clever enough to know he needs the help. Just too stubborn to be wholly accepting of it.  ❝         S’fine.       ❞ He fumbles about to light another laced cigarette, dragging the open whiskey to his side.  Inhaling the smoke and whatever high this roll-up, contained, he craned his neck to pop it.❝         Go ahead. Don’t need to bite nothin’. Don’t hold back neither, just get it lookin’...ship-shape real smart, like.      ❞

[ofthysin-blog]

theconviict:

                                         ❛ I’d rather you don’t fucking look at me at all. ❜ And yet she doesn’t make a move, simply stays put, staring in front of her as she finishes the current drink she’d been working on. The PRIORITY of life had been to be left alone, and she’d thought maybe if she had just given him that one warning he’d do just that – as most people did when confronted by the inked biotic. However, he  didn’t. Instead he asked more questions, Jack’s eyes slowly closing as she sighed in frustration. This is what she got for leaving her corner of the world. A flick of her fingers sends another drink her way, eyes finally making contact with the stranger, noting small details that seemed to set him apart from other humans. ❛ I don’t LOSE dares. But if you must know, they’re from all over … some of them done myself which let me tell you, is a fucking hard thing to do. ❜ She eyes the cigarette, wondering if she should indulge in another vice. ❛ If we’re going to continue this conversation, you owe me one of those at the very fucking least. ❜

❝         You sure? I mean, ain’t just tobacco in these. If you can’t handle your shit, don’t cry to me after.    ❞ In truth, he’d forgotten what was in this one exactly. It was either a high potency, Union-engineered Splice painkiller, or some kind of human amphetamine mixed with procaine. Still, he taps the case and offers one to her, sliding it across the counter. Along with his lighter. A rusty old zippo with a crude crucifix torn into it.  ❝     About as hard as performin’ repairs on your own limbs on the daily? I feel ya, darlin’.     ❞ He’s being a mite condescending. He doesn’t seem to realize. Maybe he’s actually trying to relate to someone for once. Odds are, he’s just drunk and talking shit.                 ❝         You ain’t a familiar face here. I’d've known ya’. What brings ya to this piss pool, you get bored of your regular?    ❞

[ricamora-falahee]

You’re confused. Or I just don’t know how to bite my tongue anymore. 

[ofthysin-blog]

allianceofficer:

❝     —————     mm.   close  enough.     ❞     a  shrug  of  his  shoulders,   offhanded  acceptance  of  both  the  multiple  mispronunciations  of  his  name  and  the  splice’s  typical  inebriation  as  he  makes  his  way  toward  the  man     —————     arms  folded  across  his  chest,   leaned  slightly  to  the  right  to  follow  the  man’s  gestures  toward  his  back.     ❝     sí,   i  could  fix  it.   are  you   …   asking  me  to?     ❞ 

❝        You really gon’ play games with me right now?      ❞ Erzats is visibly exhausted. It chimes in his accent, drags down his eyes. The shallow breathing he manages is rattling with blood. He needs a damn smoke. Man, he doesn’t want to ask for help, but when half of your spine is ripped apart it fuckin’ hurts more than you could ever hurt your pride. And now, the children drift into his vision. His eyes settle on them. To everyone else, he is looking at nothing. But for him, it’s a terrible something.

❝         Alright, yeah, guy ------ can y’stitch my back hole up please? I’d be mighty grateful.     ❞

[theconviict-a-deactivated201801]

                                         ❛ I don’t want to beat your skull in with this bottle, so quit staring at the ink, okay? Or … whatever the fuck you’re staring at in my G E N E R A L DIRECTION. It makes me fucking uncomfortable. ❜ – – –// @ofthysin liked for a starter

[ofthysin-blog]

.  ❝         Would y’rather I try, an’ fail, to stare discreetly? I’ve never been that kinda man.     ❞  && his southern twang sings with the trace of alcohol, lilted by insobriety. Truth be told, he’d never seen ought like her outside of the Union. For a minute, he’d mistaken her ‘ink’ for cybernetics, similar to his own, hence his staring He’d soon realized his mistake but hey, he was high as a kite. Give a splice a break. Erzats lifts scarred, nicked metal fingers to place a cigarette between his lips, light it, draw it in. The words that leave him next are on the exhale.  ❝         Where’d you pick those up, then? Mighty fine handiwork. You lose a dare or somethin’?     ❞

[ofthysin-blog]

        are you into 6′8 alien dudes with multiple cybernetic limbs and implants? is a bad attitude, daddy issues and foul language your thing? do you like your men tall, murderous and handsome? THEN ERZATS FRAY IS THE SPLICE FOR YOU. created from the dna of a human and two other unknown alien sources, kidnapped by a religious cult and forced to be their unholy messiah for years, created to be an unstoppable killing machine and currently time travelling to a universe near you!

if you fancy giving him a visit, he’s over HERE. be warned: may bite, scratch, claw, or shoot your head off. but he’s lovely on the inside. deep, deep, deep on the inside.       give this a LIKE or a REBLOG for me, his wrung-out mama, to come on into your ask box to do some plottin’ an’ some lovin’ for ya. love and peace guys.

[ofthysin-blog]

@tireure approaches.

❝         I ain’t eatin’ your oven-baked devil food, pumpkin. I don’t trust nothin’ I ain’t killed my-damn-self.      ❞ He’s glaring at a plate of dinner he’s being offered. Papa Orzo never cooked for him, told him he didn’t deserve the luxuries of the Lord. Forgive him if he’s a mite distrustful.  ❝         Why are you so damn persistent?     ❞

[ofthysin-blog]

@allianceofficer approaches.

❝       Hey! Hey. You, yeah, over yonder ----   ❞ He’s slurring. Piss ass drunk. Half of his metallic spine is hanging out of place, hissing and sparking with energy.

❝       Kai- Kaiden?  ❞ He’s pronouncing it totally wrong. At least he tries.  ❝       Kaiden right? You any good at ... fixin’ shit? I mean, I could maybe ... ❞ He gestures to his wounds. He’s too stubborn to ask for help outright, but he needs it.

[ofthysin-blog]

i have so much muse but all my replies are done, so like this for a one liner starter, even if we already have something going on. <3

[bevinget-archived-deactivated20]

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

[jackson-falahee]

[ofthysin-blog]

@willreignite

Erzats sat in the cryo bay of the Nexus, being tended to by a medic with a very shaky hand. He doesn’t blame her. Last time he was here, he’d massacred most of her friends. All staff were under direct orders to treat him with the same courtesy as the rest of Ryders crew, hence them repairing his cybernetics and mopping the blood off of his face for him. 

Though they weren’t happy about it. Sneers and jeers were thrown his way. One doctor even spat at his feet as he passed. Erzats seemed unaffected. When you hate the very fact that you even exist, it’s hard to be afflicted by the hate of others. He had enough hurt already.

❝       What’re you gawkin’ at, bitch?      ❞ He snaps, at a woman who’s been ogling him ever since he sat down. At his sudden outburst, the medic tending him finally comes to her senses and abandons him. He doesn’t seem to notice.  ❝       By the way you’re fuckin’ me wit’ your eyes, I’d’ve thought you’d’ve bought me dinner first.     ❞

[ofthysin-blog]

[kaidan voice] 6'8"????? our cautiously budding friendship is CANCELED

[ erzats voice, muffled by a cigarette. ] well our cautiously budding friendship never had a chance anyway because i’m obviously too much man for you to handle, bitch.

[ofthysin-blog]

        are you into 6′8 alien dudes with multiple cybernetic limbs and implants? is a bad attitude, daddy issues and foul language your thing? do you like your men tall, murderous and handsome? THEN ERZATS FRAY IS THE SPLICE FOR YOU. created from the dna of a human and two other unknown alien sources, kidnapped by a religious cult and forced to be their unholy messiah for years, created to be an unstoppable killing machine and currently time travelling to a universe near you!

if you fancy giving him a visit, he’s over HERE. be warned: may bite, scratch, claw, or shoot your head off. but he’s lovely on the inside. deep, deep, deep on the inside.       give this a LIKE or a REBLOG for me, his wrung-out mama, to come on into your ask box to do some plottin’ an’ some lovin’ for ya. love and peace guys.

[ofthysin-blog]

ofthysin:

alrighty helloh, this is my first starter call, so give this a lil like and i’ll get you a starter up asap!! <3

[soir-dans-les-montagnes]

When I die, let the wolves enjoy my bones. When I die, let me go.

~Wolves by Down Like Silver (via soir-dans-les-montagnes)