#cerberusofficer

[spectrewolf]

Recent extranet searches:

>Where can I buy a wolf? >Where can I buy a wolf LEGALLY >Is it illegal to have a wolf on an Alliance stealth frigate?

Hey, VI in my omni-tool, does Miranda (@cerberusofficer) know how to get a wolf?

"Sending Miranda Lawson the message 'Know how to get a wolf?'"

Wait, that's not what I said to do--!

[vaasnormandy]

“I said I would handle it.”

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS

MIRANDA IS MANY THINGS THAT TALI ADMIRES despite the Quarian's initial distrust after re-joining the crew. Strong, no-nonsense, professional, badass. A bosh'tet if there ever was one but for all the qualifications and the exhaustive list of skills at her disposal there were just some things nobody should do alone.

Not because Miranda was incapable of handling herself against insurmountable odds but because, despite their personal differences, they were a team.

❝ Yeah, well. I'm not very good at listening. ❞ pistol raised and fired, an explosive barrel her target. The result was catastrophic but at least she took out a dozen of the mercs that had gathered in their vicinity to surround them. The rest knocked off balance, scattered, diving behind cover and screaming orders to regroup.

❝ HA ! ❞

[afraidofchange]

@cerberusofficer​:  i mean if u want alice and miranda to get married....

um... YES??

[solesoldier-a]

"Shepard, do you even know how to write performance reviews? Regardless, Happy Birthday."  @cerberusofficer​

❛   Oh ,   perfect ,  now  that  you’re  here  and  you  mention  it ,   the  Alliance  is  actually  requesting  documentation  on  Jack’s  service  with  us .   I’m  sure  you’ve  already  got  something  on  file  right ?   And  if  you  can  get  that  sent  off  by  this  evening  you  can  still  have  time  to  meet  me  for  drinks.    ❜

[jacensolodjo]

"C'mon you rebuilt me from almost nothing, don't you recognize your own handiwork?" "It's not as if I carved my initials in the corner."

For @cerberusofficer, for being the Miranda to my Shepard and they've been feeling bleh. <3

[spectrewolf]

Since apparently Miss Lawson ( @cerberusofficer​ ) didn’t like the last one...

A Vanguard handed off a new amp to their fellow Vanguard, who was reclassfiying themselves as an adept.

“What’s the cost?” asked the new adept.

“For you, no Charge,” the Vanguard replied.

[spectrewolf]

Continued from here | @cerberusofficer​

Hook, line, and sinker!

She tries to fight it, she really really does. But the smile forms anyways, the red glow to her eyes having faded almost to nothing, a testament to her mood being high, for the first time in a long while. Hazel eyes glint with mischief as one hand plops a small bowl of salt on the other's desk. Then her other hand reaches out to gently release the battery she had taken from a datapad (not one of Miranda’s... or is it?). "And this is a battery, right?" A pause, almost as if to build up suspense, as if believing Miranda is simply on the edge of her seat waiting for the ending. “I guess you have to... charge me... for... assault and battery!” 

[afraidofchange]

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

@cerberusofficer | subtle smut. | currently accepting!

Being discreet is, arguably, the last thing on Shepard's mind when Miranda steps into her personal space - noticing the faint hints of perfume and hair product just before the Operative's hands find purchase on the slope of her chest, nestled against the place where shoulder meets neck. In fact, all semblance of tact and privacy go out the window when Miranda kisses her, leaning into her and barely stifling the low moan from the back of her throat. Calloused, strong hands find purchase along Miranda's hips, drawing them flush together in the corner. Shepard forgets, momentarily, their surroundings, the time of day, almost everything when her second in command slips her hand beneath the hem of her shirt, against the belt of her uniform. She's about to make her move when Miranda pulls away, breathless but still just as smooth and confident as ever.

“Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

"I-" Shepard starts but she starts to come to, with the hum of the Normandy's elevator, which could be called at any time given the upcoming rotation of day shift to night with crewmen looking to get to their quarters. “Yeah, I would...” Pale, scarred skin remains a little flushed, hot under the proverbial collar when Miranda steps back but not without trailing her fingers along the skin under her navel before finally falling away. A shuddering breath falls from parted lips as she reaches for the button panel, looking to Miranda with that boyish grin of hers.

  “Your cabin or mine?”