I should go.

I was only mostly dead. Try finding that option on government paperwork. [Indie, custom Commander Shepard roleplay blog. Mostly Paragon. Rarely used FC: Michael Fassbender Willing to play at any point in the timeline, but defaults to ME3.]

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@ - subjectl9546

[To: ‘The Kid’][Message received at: 03:14:33]It is late and you are still awake. At least I have the excuse of doing the work I procrastinated on earlier. If you’re going to be an insomniac at least come keep me company. Not so I can just keep procrastinating, obviously.

[subjectl9546]

[To: Commander Shepard] [Message received at 03:17:06]

well, shit. you got me. on my way. usual spot? though i don’t know, it sounds like you’re just wanting to keep putting the work off. =P 

[pyrrhicvic7ory-blog]

[To: ‘The Kid’] [Message received at: 03:18:11] Usual spot. I’ll clear a space amongst the data pads. They’re getting a little too comfortable, anyway. Also, you impugn my honor. A pox upon your bunk.

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subjectl9546:

The Hacker remained absolutely silent the whole hall. It took everything he had to keep himself relatively calm; he flinched every now and again when his new interface made sounds alerting him to different parts of the station - most of which were pretty pointless right now. Aside from the camera. That – that wasn’t useless. He was about to suggest taking that out as well, but stopped himself. The last thing he wanted to do was alert those things in the hall (whatever they may be) to them being around. The Hacker moved through as directed, his knuckles still white from his tight grip on the firearm. It only loosened when he began to descend down the stairs. His knees had started to shake, but the Hacker tried to ignore it. He had to focus on listening to Shepard, even though what he heard made him freeze. 

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“Should or shouldn’t, it did,” Jasper replied, leading the way through the room. A lobby, of some sort, though it looked as if it had been stripped for parts. Many of which were probably making up the not-husks now. “So, clearly someone’s been doing some tinkering with it since the last time you dealt with it.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the kid, his expression gentling slightly. It wasn’t the kid’s fault; getting irritated wasn’t going to help anything. “What were you reshackling it for last time?” he asked, glancing out of the lobby. He adjusted the settings of his visor and kept one hand curled around the hilt of his sword. “Knowing that much might offer some idea of what the fucker wants to do.”

He stepped out and motioned for the kid to follow him. If they could get to the nearest C-Sec outpost, they would finally have some access to the systems.

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@ - subjectl9546

[To: ‘The Kid’][Message received at: 03:14:33]It is late and you are still awake. At least I have the excuse of doing the work I procrastinated on earlier. If you’re going to be an insomniac at least come keep me company. Not so I can just keep procrastinating, obviously.

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Put one in my ask box for a text my muse would send to yours

# for a random text @ for a middle of the night text * for a drunk text + for a loving text ÷ for a depressed text = for a scared text & for a curious text $ for an accidental text ¥ for a drugged text

[subjectl9546]

*insert 'drag to sleep' symbol here because I can't see symbols*

[ Hacker, you’re worrying people. ]

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“Commander, come on, this is embarrassing,” the Hacker protested weakly. There wasn’t a response right away, but he could just sense that Shepard had a raised eyebrow and an unimpressed look. Especially since the Hacker had tried to cling to the wall. “Kid, you haven’t slept in two days.” “How do you kn–”Shepard cut him off. “You sent me some of the work you did, and it was a mess.” The Hacker furrowed his eyebrows in fuzzy thought, but kept his grip on the corner despite Shepard’s initial half-assed attempts to pull him away. He tried desperately to remember what, exactly, he had sent. “You can’t work like this.”“But – But –” His protests were childish, and he knew it, but he kept at it anyways. “I’m almost done! Come on, just a little longer?”“No.” Shepard finally pried him away and kept dragging him down the hallway. “You’re getting sleep. Now. That’s an order.” The Hacker frowned, now very-well defeated. He couldn’t really disobey his commander, after all.

     i’m fine.         i’m fine.              i’m fine.                  i’m fine.                      i’m fine.                                                               what are you talking about? i’m fine.

[alphagravy]

[baggesa]

[mass-screencap-effect]

Reapers on Menae

[ofshieldbash-blog]

“Isn’t that what you humans say as flattery? ‘I’d like to get to know you’ or something equally as awful?” she prods in return, brow plate raising.

She taps on her holopad a few more times. “You are staring–” she notes, looking up and finding a grin on the man’s face. “I do not appreciate it, so just ask your question, spirits–” she curses lightly.

(at least he’s amusing, she thought he’d be taller)

“Or are you at a sudden loss for words?”

[pyrrhicvic7ory-blog]

“Nnnnoooo,” he replies slowly. “Flattery tends to involve more compliments and, you know...actual flattery.”

(He gets a message at that point, a notice popping up on his visor, which is the true cause of his bout of staring, though he keeps the details to himself.)

His grin broadens slightly, albeit not quite to shit-eating extents. “What can I say?” he returns, without missing a beat. “You’ve struck me speechless.”

There’s a beat, and then he adds pleasantly, “See, that was flattery.”

[masseffect-ascension]

SSV Normandy by GSJennsen

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.

[cervantestheferryman-deactivate]

[[Like really close. Super duper close. He died]]

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the asari’s head slowly rises, eyes flicking from the datapad in her hands.

“hypothetically… is that right?” she pauses, amusement flickering across features. “hypothetically, i probably could. all depending on how secretive or aloof they really are but i have eyes on every main station and planet. remote areas not so much.” another pause. “who are we hypothetically talking about, shepard?”

[pyrrhicvic7ory-blog]

Commander Shepard, pouting? More likely than one might think.

“Hypothetically, ‘who aren’t we talking about’ would be more efficient,” he replies dryly, rolling his eyes. “Considering the swathes of people determined to tell me ‘my paperwork and, or money and, or reputation is more important than your “Reapers.”’” Why yes, he does include the air quotes. “At this specific moment, I am hypothetically musing on how General Oraka’s a bit of a shit heel.”

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[pyrrhicvic7ory-blog]

@shadcwbroker

He’s staring at his omni-tool intently, brows drawn together behind his visor in vague consternation.

“Sooo,” Jasper begins slowly after a moment, trying not very well to sound innocent, “as a completely hypothetical question, if I point you at people who’ve been pissing me off lately, can you dig up embarrassing info on them?” He glances up at her and adds another, “Hypothetically, of course.”

[pyrrhicvic7ory-blog]

Starter call. Like this if you want a small starter. Or just poke me in IMs if you wanna plot or what have you.

[faerieroleplaymemes]

‘The Princess Bride’ sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

“Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

“You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen.”

“While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?”

“They’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”

“I can cope with torture.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

“You’ve made your decision then?”

“Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.”

“I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.”

“Am I going mad, or did the word “think” escape your lips?”

“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”

“I admit it, you are better than I am.”

“You never said anything about killing anyone.”

“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“You mock my pain!”

“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”

“Do you always begin conversations this way?”

“This is true love; you think this happens every day?”

“Australia is entirely peopled with criminals!”

“There’s not a lot of money in revenge.”

“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”

“Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

“Anybody want a peanut?”

“I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.”

“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

“The battle of wits has begun.”

“I wasn’t nervous. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing.”

“We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.”

“Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.”

“Isn’t there any way you trust me?”

“You’re trying to trick me into giving away something. It won’t work.”

“I’ll explain, and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.”

“I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”

“You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.”

“What hideous sin have you committed lately?”

“Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.”

“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”

“That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.”

“Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.”

“It would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable.”

“I challenge you to a battle of wits.”

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.”

“Do you hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”

“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”

“Please consider me as an alternative to suicide.”