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>>>JOHN SHEPARD

the commander pressed the cool pads of fingers to his forehead and wondered, not for the first time, why in the world wolf was like this. what had he done to deserve this fresh hell? for the past few weeks, shepard had gone out of his way to ensure wolf was comfortable stationed aboard the normandy, going even as far as allowing wolf to stay at jack’s old area instead of joining the crew decks, where he would remain under non-intrusive supervision, like what hackett had originally proposed… shepard had no regrets saving wolf, but he couldn’t deny there were times he questioned why his clone enjoyed torturing him so much.

❝you could do that,❞ he sighed in resignation, finding no point in arguing when wolf was using this particular piece of his checkered past as possible blackmail material. or was he? perhaps, the real question was what wolf wanted out of this. ❝or you could just accept my compliment and look into modeling? the alliance is always asking me to sponsor their… everything.❞ shepard shuddered, recalling their last offer. underwear modeling… no, thanks. he would much rather defuse a cobalt-salted micro-nuke.

There was some disappointment that Shepard didn’t react to his suggestion of putting those pictures up. The man was always so accepting of his... quirks and it annoyed Wolf for some reason he couldn’t pin down. Unfortunately for the Commander, that meant Wolf was beginning to push at the lines, wondering when his progenitor would have enough and push back.

“Complimenting me is like complimenting yourself. Doesn’t it give you a complex?” He picks up the discarded datapad. “You still haven’t told me why modeling’s better than being in a vid--- wait a minute,” Wolf went wide eyed and aghast, “you’re not suggesting I do that underwear thing they wanted you to do?!” One of the more memorable pieces of underwear they’d wanted modeled was a string thong.

Wolf echoed Shepard’s shudder at the thought. “Fuck no! I’d rather take on a Reaper with nothing but a sword and a prayer!”

#n7soldiered #Let's mess with the hamster! [crack]#//- wolf: stop being nice! its too weird!

“Am I dying? Did I reach my expiration date?” He lets out a giant sneeze before letting his pounding head fall to the table with a thunk. The cool metal felt nice against his heated skin, but didn’t help the headache. “Urgh. Someone kill me now. I can’t stand this!”

#[open rp]#//- poor wolf has a cold #//- his first ever

“Why are strangers asking the Commander about curtains and drapes? I know his cabin is non regulation, but not that much... (Except for the hamster.) “

#[ic]#[dash commentary]

>>>JOHN SHEPARD

john’s turn was slow and deliberate, as if the sudden rush total disbelief had physically staggered his locomotive skills, slowing down even his comprehension of time and space until pale blue eyes, normally so bright and full of life, fell on wolf’s smirking face. ❝i…❞ after struggling another moment to gather enough words, the commander instead opted for a rather indignant splutter. ❝i - what ‘the hell! BDSM? i’ve never done anything like that!❞ although that was pretty a subjective statement, the alliance had contracted the removal of those photos after agreeing to sponsor their N7 program.

“There were copies that made it deep into the underworld.” The sheer glee on Wolf’s face at John’s rather loud denial was near maniacal, the generous offer for playing as his original in a vid forgotten on the datapad in favor of needling the Commander. “You know how Cerberus just loves to dig into the dirt for any sort of leverage.” The smirk seemed to widen just a bit more. “I could have copies made,” he sing-songed tauntingly, “and plastered in the mess hall.”

#n7soldiered #//- wolf's fully embracing the little brother role apparently #Let's mess with the hamster! [crack]

Wolf glares down at his adversary with loathing, trying to will with only the force of his glare for him to move.

Unfortunately, it was ignored by his opponent who returned his glare with a beady look of his own.

Squeak!, the hamster happily sounded at the clone.

“I will not be bested by a rodent! Shoo!” He pokes the space hamster, prompting another happy squeak. “Get off my bed and go bother your owner.” He supposed it was his own fault for making his ‘room’ in the lower decks. Rodents did like the hidden spaces.

#[ic]#//- clone vs. the space hamster round two

>>>MAJOR ALENKO

a few moments stretched into a full minute before kaidan finally lifted his head and met the clone’s gaze dead on. the conflict swimming in those bright blue eyes sent him straight back to horizon, when kaidan had seen, for the first time, his commander appearing genuinely perturbed, torn between one thing and another. vulnerable and lonely. … and within that short interlude, all the helpless frustration drained out of kaidan, leaving nothing but the faint embers of an anger he couldn’t being himself to reignite. this was … emotionally exhausting—and more so than kaidan had initially anticipated.

what had he been thinking, coming here with nothing but this obscure shred of hope, cupped in both his hands, its existence both fragile and fleeting. good intentions or not, kaidan had known from the outset that this conversation would likely go nowhere, knew this wouldn’t be easy for either of them, and yet lifting his shoulders up in a shrug, kaidan sighed quietly, because, well—damn it all to hell, he wasn’t quite sure what ‘blasto’ had to do with this, either.

❝this … this might sound stupid as hell, but hear me out.❞ both hands hovered at his sides, aiming to convey his coöperation in full. ❝once shepard clears you, i know he’s going to give you a choice to stay here, or to go. nobody aboard the normandy is going to make you stay and fight the reapers. you’re – you’re not a weapon to us, you’re a human being. and, you said it yourself, you don’t know much else beyond war, so, i – i want …❞ huffing at his own apprehension, kaidan gathered his resolve, then drove his point home. ❝i want to show what else there is to life. we might not have all the time in world right now, but i don’t mind making time. and maybe – maybe this way, you’ll find a reason to fight. one that’s … all your own.❞

He wanted to scoff, technically he’d already given his choice, choosing to grab the Commander’s hand instead of letting go. Did the Major not understand that? He’d basically thrown in his lot with his progenitor. There was nothing else for him, he believed. He was about to tell that to him but then the man’s next words drove the breath from him like a punch to the gut.

‘I want to show what else there is to life.’

The sentence should have meant nothing to him, but it stung. It was so unexpectedly similar to what Rasa had promised him. A future, a life together. Unconsciously, his hands balled into fists. His own biotics starting to crackle even without an amp, showing just how upset he was becoming. He wanted to hit something, anything. He still had the presence of mind not to try and hit the Major thankfully--- but the pillow of his original wasn’t so lucky. With a dull thud it collided with the wall of the cabin as a result of his wild swing.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, he let it out in a hiss, trying to wrestle his emotions under control. His eyes burned at the memory of Rasa’s reassuring words that were at the end just nothing but lies. He would not cry. He wouldn’t.

“Why do you even care?” he spat out, “Just tell me what you want from me! You don’t need to pretend to be concerned!”

He turns away, cursing himself as he felt the first tear trail down his face. “Get out!” he snapped, voice hoarse with the effort not to just break down. “G-get o-out!” Don’t see me like this.

#integreti

IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NOT USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.

NAME: Wolf ANIMAL: ...Wolf BOY’S NAME: William GIRL’S NAME: Wendy COLOR: White MOVIE: Wall-E SOMETHING YOU WEAR: ? DRINK: Whiskey FOOD: Watermelon SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: ...Washcloth? PLACE: Wellington REASON FOR BEING LATE: Woke up late

TAGGED BY: @n7soldiered

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do this

#[dash games]#n7soldiered

>>>MAJOR ALENKO‌

❝you’re not just a weapon!❞ kaidan snapped, then paused, shoulders squaring and his mouth parting slightly, as though the instant counter wasn’t intentional. gaze flanked for wounded pride, he set a hand down on the desk almost anxiously, his distress echoing in spades by now, ricocheting off metal walls and rattling his head hard enough to easily force the onset of a migraine.

kaidan had assumed appealing to this man’s battle instinct, his sense of honor as a soldier, regardless of how little he might have, would prove convincing enough. lower your weapon. leave it on the ground. show them you’re not hostile. surrender peacefully. begin negotiations. and - damn it. this wasn’t how kaidan meant for this to go. it was bad enough the man had already shown alarm—or what had seemed a lot like panic—and seeing the stark flash of it in bright blue eyes, before he dove for cover and hid behind the bed … kaidan furrowed his brows and pinched the bridge of his nose, questioning why and how this backfired so spectacularly in his face.

he bet powering off his biotics probably looked like nothing more than a knee-jerk response, some inane impulse having swept clear past rationality, because look where they ended up: shepard’s clone appearing more troubled than kaidan had ever seen him, and kaidan, doubting his ability to keep calm when it was shepard’s expression across the distance, shepard’s voice in his ears, shepard’s blue eyes having pinned him stiff, unable to walk away.

kaidan had walked away once before, back on horizon—and not just that ; he’d walked away from someone who needed help. he swore to himself there wouldn’t be a second time, and he wasn’t about to break that promise, now…

vacillating between waiting for the ground team to return to the normandy, or to remain here, in shepard’s cabin, and fully subscribe to the idealistic concept that if kaidan simply tried hard enough, he could splinter this man from this cerberus identity and — and — for a moment, kaidan could only seethe in silence, before he tore each notion apart and cast them aside, uncaring of how many pieces of himself scattered, as well.

❝would you—would you want to, then?❞ kaidan kept his eyes on shepard’s desk, hating the hard mix of anger and helplessness pulling his voice tight. there wasn’t enough he could do, so little he could change, in both this and the reaper war, but maybe, just maybe … ❝learn - i mean, experience … something other than being someone’s tool.❞ what ‘the hell was he even saying? ❝well, i - if you want, i could – i could show you what ‘blasto’ is.❞

The force of the sudden declaration had him flinching a moment, abruptly broken from his pensive thoughts about being nothing but a weapon. A weapon that Rasa had used and then discarded like trash.

He turns his attention fully back on the Major, wary for the resumption of biotics--- and an attack. The look on the marine’s face however, was... strained... somehow. Truthfully, he was feeling strained himself. What was the confusing standard the man wanted him to be? Not a threat was obvious, but everything else? Free? What did he even mean? He was practically on house (ship) arrest lest he be snatched up the moment he stepped off--- at least, according to the original. He felt that the Commander had been exaggerating to keep him in the ship. On top of that, he couldn’t even walk around said ship without the crew watching him with a hand hovering over their sidearm.

A point of pain started throbbing in his temple at the Major’s next confusing question. “I--- what? Blasto? That... hanar... thing?” The only reason he knew that much was because there were advertisements everywhere for it. He bristled slightly, his expression caustic as he asked, “What--- what does that have to do with anything?” His head was going to explode with this confusing conversation. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut and let the Major continue on his merry way at watching the dangerous weapon.

#integreti

>>>KAIDAN ALENKO

again, it came as no shock to hear wolf repeat the harsh statement. wasn’t as if there was any real heat behind the words, any real malice. since shepard had decided to shelter him from the alliance, kaidan had heard wolf utter plenty of insults and scathing comments, all said in the heat of the moment, yet, kaidan still found himself less-than-amused by wolf’s reaction, and his following question only peaked the major’s annoyance.

kaidan’s brow remained cocked, his defensive instincts kicking in and steeling his expression to hard indifference. ❝why would i buy you something if i didn’t like you?❞ despite knowing it was rhetorical question that, knowing wolf, may very well backfire on them, kaidan offered nothing more than a simple jerk of his shoulders. ❝why would i be standing here, if i didn’t like you?❞ and when would wolf just accept that people cared about him? some began caring long before wolf had even spent his first night aboard the normandy.

“You seem to find me being tortured by that game amusing.” Wolf grumbled and shifted uncomfortably. That statement from Kaidan was dangerously close to outright saying he actually liked Wolf. “You’d be surprised-- or maybe not?-- how much people would spend to make someone they don’t like unhappy, or you know, dead.”

A beep from his omni-tool indicated the download was done. “And you could be here to see the fruits of your investment.” He opens the game, and his expression immediately scowls. “Damn, I was hoping they didn’t include that character. Ugh, torture I tell you.” He shuts off his omni-tool and gives a look at Kaidan. “... Even though you’re endorsing I waste my time with this travesty... I guess you’re... not half bad, Major.” Wolf abruptly turned and stalked away, but before he passed through the doorway he said in a barely heard gruff tone, “Thanks.”

#integreti #//- *confetti* hooray for character development!

>>>KAIDAN ALENKO‌

unfazed by the bold yet, rather predictable statement, the major snorted, deactivating his omni-tool with only the faintest traces of disappointment swimming in his gut. ❝uh huh. y’know … i heard from joker that he beat return of sovereign’s campaign-mode in less than four hours.❞ … or somewhere around there. either way, joker had somehow finished the game far earlier than the average player. perhaps it was all the time spent in the cockpit with nothing to do that had whetted his skills as a gamer. kaidan arched a brow. ❝you – uh, think you can top that?❞

“Joker said what?!” Almost without thought Wolf brings up his omni-tool and opens his inbox with determination. He paused then flicked his eyes at the amused Major.

“I hate you so much. You’ll pay for this.” Dammit, he thought, his dignity was well in tatters now, may as well get the game. At least he didn’t need to sneak Shepard’s credit chit to buy it. With that he accepted the game and started the download. “Why the hell did you get me this anyway? I thought you didn’t really like me, much less want to spend money on me.”

#integreti

>>>KAIDAN ALENKO‌

only the weeks of practice, at learning how to filter wolf’s rather crude manner of speech and see past the initial edge to his words, allowed kaidan a moment to really consider the advantages, instead of instinctively dismissing the idea.

despite the very thought of performing a reave repeatedly, and all while they weren’t on dry-dock, ( therefore within range of food that didn’t taste like rubber ), made kaidan want to shrivel up, he knew this was a chance too good to pass up. wolf was on their side, now. some alliance training would do him good.

❝but my reports…❞ the major trailed off, sending a forlorn glance at the pile of data-pads scattered atop his work space. blowing out a sigh, kaidan eventually nodded and stood, stretching stiff limbs.

at the very least, kaidan didn’t regret all of what he had said to wolf, because it was true : more often than not, wolf’s behavior was nothing like that of the ‘‘real’’ shepard’s. however, it was a paradoxical discernment, as wolf had also proven time and again that he was truly no ‘‘pale imitation’’ of the real thing, either ; wolf was a natural-born warrior, a true force to be reckoned with, and his lust for a good fight showed in just anything he did, just like shepard.

though kaidan would never say it, wolf usually reflected shepard’s less than favorable traits to a tee…

❝alright, alright. i’ll teach you—but only because i know that if shepard tried, one of you would blow a – heh - a hole through the cargo bay’s hull.❞ wait, EDI didn’t catch that, right? ❝and – ah, you owe me dinner for this.❞

At Kaidan’s acquiescence Wolf bounced up and down a couple of times in excitement before abruptly stilling, an embarrassed flush climbing up his neck before he suppressed it with an iron will. He found himself slipping a lot around the crew lately, becoming lax in his interactions due the crew’s rising tolerance of his presence. Others would possibly say he was actually becoming part of the Normandy’s crew and not an outsider like the beginning.

He supposed getting your ass shot at a few times while covering for the Commander to enable him to save the day counted towards gaining the crews goodwill. None of them would even glare at him anymore when he called the original an old man, it was eye rolls and shaking heads.

“Don’t be silly,” Wolf grinned, “I don’t think reaving would cause structural damage like that. A warp though... Maybe I will ask him about that.” And cause some mild chaos in the cargo bay no doubt. He rubbed his hands. “Don’t worry about dinner, I got some frozen steaks last shore leave. I was going to use it as bribery anyway,” he shamelessly admitted. Bought with his own credits even, not on Shepard’s. “Let’s go!” Wolf resisted the urge to grab the Major and simply made a sharp gesture to the door.

#integreti

@integreti :: x

At the thought of asking his progenitor to teach him about something--- anything really, had his nose scrunching up in distaste a moment. They were supposed to be equals in skills! He did not want to somehow look inferior to him, even if he knew intellectually that the Commander’s skill had come from after Wolf woke, taught by this very man.

“He’s busy running errands like the boy scout he is.” It wasn’t even a lie. It honestly baffled Wolf how many people just randomly accosted Shepard on the street asking for favors and he accommodates them with hardly a blink.

“So you’re the only one that can teach me.” Not true of course, there were other (perhaps even more skilled than Kaidan) biotics on board. But it was a sticking point with Wolf that those biotics were non-human. While he had become uncomfortably used to them on missions he would rather clean bathrooms with a toothbrush than spend his free time with them. “Besides, I noticed your enemies scream in agony a lot more than his does! I want to know how you do it.”

#integreti

@n7soldiered replied to your post: RULES : TAG FOLLOWERS YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER !...

( . ’ I totally blame Vin for this! ’ KLSFJKLDSFJLSDF

I WASN’T EXPECTING TO GET SO DEEPLY INVESTED T_T

#n7soldiered #[ooc]

WHICH PLANET MATCHES YOUR MUSE’S PERSONALITY?

Uranus

Your greatest strength is your ability to adapt, and you reject any and all labels pressed upon you. What others read as eccentricity is your uncanny ability to see what others cannot see, and act as others dare not act. Occasionally, this love of freedom and distaste for attachment can lead you to push people away, but when you find others who understand you — truly understand you — your coalition could tilt the whole world on its axis.

Tagged by: @bloodiedbiotic Tagging: Anyone who sees this

#[dash games]#Dossier [about]

RULES : TAG FOLLOWERS YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER ! TAGGED BY : @n7soldiered TAGGING : Anyone who wants to do it

NAME: Arc STAR SIGN: Leo HEIGHT: 5′4″ YOUR MIDDLE NAME: s****** PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. FIRST 6 SONGS: Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON Buwan- Juan Carlos All For You- Janet Jackson Daldahin- Regine Velasquez Eternal Flame- The Bangles Dreams Don’t Turn To Dust- Owl City

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? No. I’m not that inspiring. THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR: Never YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH: No one. I don’t get crushes on people I don’t know WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE, SOUND YOU LOVE: A loud, high pitched tiny cricket - distant thunder and rain DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Maybe. HOW ABOUT ALIENS: Yes. DO YOU DRIVE: Nope. IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED: N/A WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE: NO! WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW: Avengers: Infinity War WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD: Due to a porcelain related accident, my left hand gained deep slashes that went to the bone. DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW: Mass E.ffect I totally blame Vin for this! DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG: Maybe a little, depends on the wrong committed. IN A RELATIONSHIP: Nope.

#[dash games]#[ooc]

>>>JOHN SHEPARD

@perfectedsoldier asked:

Wolf rolls his eyes as he holds up his datapad with an email. “Look at this. Someone’s made an offer to me to play you in a vid…” He scoffs before his expression turns surprised then intrigued. “Wow. That’s… a lot of zeroes…”

slowly lowering the datapad from his general line of sight, john quirks a brow at his little ( ? ) brother ( ?? ) twin??? ))) and resists the near uncontrollable urge to tease. ❝doing vids for a living doesn’t seem like you… i think you might hate the publicity. maybe, you should try modeling.❞ … does this count as narcissism or—?

“Me? A model?” A skeptical look followed that statement. “You mean--- like that one time you needed some credits before you joined the military?” Unlike his progenitor he had no reluctance to tease, “Cerberus was really thorough in digging up everything on you. I had no idea you were into that kind of thing.” Lips curling into a smirk, he asked innocently, “So just how does being a BDSM model result in less publicity?”

#n7soldiered #//- RIP john you totally asked for it

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