Cosmic Vagabond

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Sorry I haven’t posted much in a little while folks! I’m playing Dragon Age Inquisition for the first time and I kinda got sucked into the game. I’ll try not to be too distant though!

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❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜ ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜ ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜ ❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜ ❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜ ❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜ ❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜ ❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜ ❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜ ❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜ ❛ you are memories and moments. ❜ ❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜ ❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜ ❛ you are not a ghost.  ❜ ❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜ ❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜ ❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜ ❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜ ❛ you exist still. ❜ ❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜ ❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜ ❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜ ❛ we end to begin again. ❜ ❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜ ❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜ ❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜ ❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜ ❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜ ❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ❛ all stars must burn. ❜ ❛ the greatest things must end. ❜ ❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜ ❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜ ❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜ ❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜ ❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜

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Tell me what you think about my portrayal!

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" You're better than me. "

         Years of living in the DIRT, a mid-life wasted youth hangs loosely on your fingertips. Risen from NOTHING, the scraps of society across the galaxy, following an unstable path of footsteps in the shadow of a man who gave you everything and nothing. A rotten core wrapped in barbed wire and the shrapnel of lies to make a false confidence seem expected.

                                                        You were better then no one.

    Not him or anyone else that might stand to drag you from the dredges of the universal caste system. There was no    pedestal     with your name on it. You grew here among the grime, to make something of yourself, but the dirt and blood clings to your plating and your skin, you can stand in a fancy hall of the leaders of the new world, clad in a shiny coating and a title to match, but none of that could ever wash you clean of where you came from.

           To claim you were better then anyone else would be bolstering an ego, the likes of which tore your father to limbs and carnage before your eyes. You wouldn’t be so foolish.

    “ You give me more credit then I’m worth, Vega. Maybe you don’t give yourself enough either. 

                                                We’re not as different as you might think. ”

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SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ What the hell happened? ❞

❝ I set the car on fire. ❞

❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞

❝ It’s their blood. ❞

❝ Where are your guns? ❞

❝ You’re better than me. ❞

❝ Put your hands up! ❞

❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞

❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞

❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞

❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 

❝ Come with me. Please. ❞

❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞

❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 

❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞

❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞

❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞

❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞

❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞

❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞

❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞

❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞

❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞

❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞

❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 

❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞

❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞

❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞

❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞

❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞

❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞

❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞

❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 

❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞

❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞

❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞

❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞

❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞

❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞

❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞

[alucarda1977]

[parviocula]

[thequoteaday]

I must endure & endure & still endure.

Tennessee Williams, Notebooks (1911-1983)

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waltr:

           “ My name is Walter.  I am a latest generation synthetic placed aboard the Hyperion and now the Nexus to provide any assistance that you might need. ”  if it sounds canned  -  a little pre-rehearsed  -  it is.  it’s the default speech that he’s started with,  but two sentences in,  walter tilts his head and changes tack.  there’s nothing wrong with the defaults,  the simplest explanations,  but they’re also not very colorful.

           “ As AI go,  I’m unique.  There are other Walters,  but they lack my specificity.  Most of them are imprinted to a ship’s captain and act with a blend of medical and marine profiles.  My biosocial imprint is linked to the Nexus Director as a matter of financial and general liability.  For paperwork,  essentially.  But I’m here to serve all crew and associated persons,  human or otherwise,  that fall under the Andromeda Initiative.  On the Hyperion, I worked strictly in a medical and agricultural capacity.  Here,  I can do anything required of me.  ”

           walter stops.  he clarifies,  his tone changing:  “ I have a duty of care to all of you.  I’m here to be attentive. ”  there’s something particularly fraught about the way he says it,  something emotive about it  -  regardless of his status,  as artificial intelligence,  synthetic,  another geth waiting to happen,  he still feels a tug of loyalty where his stomach should be.

           voice clearing:  “ — I have automatic protocols in place that I cannot override in case of malfunction with either hardware or software. ”  people are often comforted to hear that.

           WHOOSH       ---      What’s that? The sound of what he just said flying right over your head. Well, that might be an exaggeration, you got the jist of it, for the most part. But if he would ask you to repeat what he’d told you, he might get a half chewed response and furrowed brow plating. Nevertheless, what he did was less of your concern then who he was. 

                Organic, synthetic or otherwise, you judged a person by their merit. Not your typical Turian social graces, being an outcast from a military society that bases your worth on your service record. You’d rather see what makes someone who they are through their direct actions, with your own eyes. This Walter sounded like a good enough person ( being? thing? ) and that was good enough for you.

“ Pleasure to meet you Walter. Welcome to the Nexus. Sounds like you’ve got quite the credentials under your belt. “

     The smile you offer is a crinkle of the eyes, Turian expressions tended to rely rather heavily on tone of voice and the eyes. 

          “ Well, they told me to give you a grand tour and a rundown of operations before I let Director Tann get his hands on you. -- ”

It’s a pause, the gears turning, there’s a variety of reasons why putting you in charge of things outside your realm of influence was a coin toss. Were you going to play the game they set out for you or bend the rules? Perhaps you’d leave it up to him.

                                             “ But that sounds kind of boring doesn’t it? ”

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armsxmaster:

     cracked  tumbler  balances  between  thumb  and  forefinger ,  golden - brown  cheap  liquor  filling  the  bottom  of  the  glass  as  the  thrumming  of  the  bass  rattles  him  to  his  core.  if  not  for  the  nature  of  this  meet ,  he’d  have  gladly  stayed  up  at  the  Port.  but  wandering  eyes  know  him  too  well  to  catch  wind  of  potential  OUTSIDE  influence.  still ,  Sloane’s  opinion  is  all  that  matters  and  she  knows  him  well  enough  to  trust  his  own  instincts.          ❛   you  know  —  Kralla’s  Song  would’ve  been  the  IDEAL  spot.  you  know  how  much  i  hate  it  down  here ,   ❜          he  mutters  to  the  presence  beside  him  before  draining  the  glass  in  his  hand.     /     @shootfrst     /     sc.

         The faint    click     and electronic sound of claws on your omni-tool interface is but a whisper among the noise. Here you’re nothing more then     GHOSTS.     Patrons didn’t blink twice at anyone, scuffs and armor alike, it was all white noise to the background of desperation and self-indulgence that lined every inch of this planet. Kadara was a     cesspool     as much as it was a     goldmine.     Where you thrived among the shadows of operations here, you weren’t ignorant to the depravity of others.

                   But you weren’t here for leisure, not if you could help it. You left your life of living among the    grime       back in the Milky way, here you’re trying to make something of yourself. Mold sulfur and ash into something worthwhile.

            “ If we always got what we wanted in life then I wouldn’t really be here at all, now would I?-- 

            But this is besides the point, Vega. Stock says I’m missing a shipment here, run into trouble? ”

Trust was not so easily placed in your line of business, everyone wore a glass mask of protection, the wrong move, word, breath even, in the wrong direction could spell the end of your career. Or worse. But that’s why you did a rigorous screening of your contacts. Those you kept closer were the ones you saw potential in. James Vega was one of them. He was a good man, at least as far as your files could dig, you were more then understanding when things didn’t quite go how they were intended. It wasn’t like moving units in the Terminus system, here there was a limited supply of certain things, getting your hands on your needs could be... difficult.

                              You would rather your contacts alive and down a few units then dead.

     “ Don’t tell me it’s that Charlatan guy and his goonies, the last thing I need is competition with the galaxies most illusive jackass... ”

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asklatr:

The bunny has the cutest twitchy nose, she’s just so in love with this bunny. Who knew that she would love this bunny more than cats. She glares over the bunny’s soft fur.

           “My pets are named after great heroes, okay. My i d o l s. I just                                like Kandros.”

       For a fifteen year old, the kid sure had a lot of idols. Or maybe you were just devoid of any.. Probably not a good comparison, honestly. 

                     “ Alright alright-- I get it. Idols only, no turian heartthrob crushes.        I’ll forward some articles about rabbit care to your omni-tool later. Supposedly they’re pretty jumpy, no pun intended. ”

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asklatr:

 “ You always pull strings, when do you not? “

             she leans forward, looking into the box and makes an ungodly screech as she pulls out the tiny animal like its made of glass.

               “Oh hello you, look at you, oh you’re so so so so cute. I can’t even believe it, oh my god this is a bunny?! It’s so small. Oh no I won’t hurt you don’t be scared!” 

She cradles the bunny close to her, 

               “Oh you’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you, Archangel?”

        You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart soar to see the Turian so excited about the little fluffy thing in her arms. It’s a beautiful moment up until the name.

                    “ Archangel? Really? First Nhilus, then this. I guess we can’t get you anymore pets or else you might name the next one ‘Kandros’ at this rate. ”

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asklatr:

She hops, spinning to face her sister,

                                      “Well yeah of course I want it! What isss it?”

             “ Well... I pulled some strings ”

     A box is retrieved from the spot you’d set it initially upon your arrival, A simple white case with air holes in the sides. 

                         It only takes a moment to open the box and pull the little thing out --

   “ I know you’re fostering cats but.... I thought I’d get you your own pet. Hope you like bunnies. ”

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asklatr:

S U D D E N L Y      the ground is far which is weird because, when is the ground ever far?!

                       “ V E T R A !! “

because who else could pick her up?

                        “You’re crushing me, I can’t take gifts if I’m dead.”

     “ I mean, I could always bury you with it... then again no I couldn’t, that would be cruel to the gift.”

It’s a swift but gentle movement as you set your sister back down, beaming at her. Distance made the heart grow fonder, at least you might agree with that in Sid’s case. 

                                          “ Do you want to see it or not? ”

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@asklatr

      Grabs Sid by the waist and HOISTS HER AGGRESSIVELY in your arms, giving her a bear hug and swinging her around in the process ----

                    “ Well well well if it isn’t my favorite pain in the ass!                                                                             Guess who got you a present  ”

[monocyte-deactivated20180909]

Surviving the rough world of smugglers and mercenaries requires street-smarts, adaptability and cunning, qualities that serve Vetra well in Andromeda. Her experiences have taught her the importance of having someone to watch your back, and she’ll do anything for the people she considers friends and family.