He'd seen people deal worse with similar situations, himself included.
15. Favorite weather for writing:
That's a tough one that I have never thought about! I would say a nice rain and thunder storm is nice (when you're not inside it lol), but it's nice for any activity including just enjoying it, right? I don't think weather plays a big role for me in writing, but yes, rain is always nice. Weather that tells you "nah, you're not doing anything but writing now", but I'm much rather a random muse writer.
24. How do you recharge when you're not feeling creative:
I wish I had the magic recipe for this. I know it's said that if you're not feeling one craft, try another. For me it's often just not doing the thing. I'm very much a motivational and muse writer/creative, and very much not a habit/routine one. And I'm trying to grant myself that when I don't feel it, to then not do it. Usually what follows in Creative draught is some casual gaming, and if I feel like nothing nothing a walk at the ocean always lifts the mood. Eventually, the creative always comes back, even if sometimes it's months until. It's never left, and always comes back.
3. A song that makes you think of your character at their happiest
He was so happy on the Myeongnyang, and to me, this is song that celebrates that time they had the most.
14. A song that describes a flaw your character has
It's both a strength and a flaw depending on the context, but Sam burns the candle at every end and finds a way to make new ends. He's two steps ahead of everyone, cannot and will not slow down, and has a bad habit of refusing to wait for anyone who's trying to keep up.
thank you!! I'll definitely do both Regis and Nyx :)
3. Has your OC killed a friend/family member/loved one?
Luckily for Regis, that's a no.
For Nyx, I headcanon that parts of the First Contact War were far bloodier and brutal since there's not a ton of information about all the specifics. He was a veteran of the war known for infiltrating and assassination. With that being said, he's mercy killed one of his close comrades during the war, too injured to be carried out, but enough for the turians to capture her. Aster was the one who first gave him the name Phoenix, because of his penchant to revive old tech and work on guns that everyone else had failed to bring back to life.
Both made an agreement to each other that if something were to happen, they would want death over capture. Nyx wasn't about to break an oath.
8. Would your OC consider themself evil?
Evil? No, for both. But not good men? Yes.
Both are Torfan Shepards, which leans into that. Regis particularly considers himself quite "grey" during ME3 since he leans into the ruthless mindset even more. Choosing to save the rachni queen once again since he sees better potential in keeping the rachni alive. Destroying the geth without a second thought, as a few examples.
Nyx doesn't consider himself a particularly good person because of his biases left from the FCW. He doesn't trust turians and believes they should've been punished far more. A part of him accepted the Normandy because he found it quite... interesting that they chose a FCW veteran to lead a joint human and turian ship. The Spectre position was the icing on the cake. Unlike Regis, he's a bit more willing to shoot first and get the job done.
Regarding the idea of writing a series around a specific scene: can I ask what "that scene" was for Ad Astra?
For me it was the birth! A number of people had already written fun stories about Hera having Jacen, some also set during Rogue One, but as a labor and delivery nurse, I really wanted to see her delivery written in a way that scratched a particular realism itch for me, as well as showing how she’s healing from the loss of Kanan and aiding in that healing. Then I immediately got really intrigued with the idea of Hera and Cham being estranged again somehow and that factoring into the story, so one of the very first scenes I drafted for the whole series was her calling her dad to ask for help. And their conflict was SO FUN to write.
Of course, from there it devolved into a whole series of stories as I worked to get Hera to that place, physically and emotionally. 😆
What is Caleb's favorite comfort food? And where is his favorite place to have it?
[Note: I will include links to a couple of recipes, but I have not tried them yet myself]
*pokes Caleb*
Caleb ponders for a few minutes.
"Well, when I was young, Nan used to make this cheese and potato soup that was great on cold winter nights when the wind liked to howl outside of Old Neddy's. That and some crusty bread - it was about the only time she didn't chide me for using my fingers to eat! - made for a good way to warm up."
Irish Potato & Cheese Soup
"After I enlisted in the Alliance, Hammersmith [Coats] introduced me to Oxtail Soup - family recipe, he said. Not quite as good as good old Irish Stew, but close. Not sure what he put in it - to this day, I don't think he's ever made it using the same veg as that first time - but I'd swear he raided some garden just off base! like Nan's soup, good to warm you up on a cold night. At least Hammersmith was smart enough to pair it up with some Guinness."
*from a distance* "Hey, I heard that!"
Oxtail Soup
"Now, if you're talking about something sweet, gotta say my go to is Moose Tracks ice cream. Can't recall where or when I came across it first, but I can't imagine living without it."
*Kaidan chuckles.* "Are you saying you saved the galaxy from the Reapers just to save the moose?"
*Caleb looks around the table at Kaidan, Tadhg and Niamh, all who are eating Moose Tracks as well. Mooses Squoosh [Niamh's plush moose from Aunt Abby] sits on the table next to her as she eats her ice cream*. "Maybe not just the moose," he replies while grinning around a mouthful of ice cream and winking.
~~~
So, there ya go. Honestly, I think he's less 'favorite' comfort food and more 'comfort from the people he spends the time with'. Depending on the point in his life, he could be sitting at the dinner table with Ned and Nan, hiding in a damp, cold hideout with some of the Reds during the war with the Greystones, hanging out in a pub with Coats and Kaidan, or at home with Kaidan and the kids after the war and be equally happy.
Thank you so much for the ask - what great questions!!! <3 And thanks for dropping by my inbox!
Tell me more about the circumstellar dust and the throwaway line it's used for.
omg truly and sincerely bless you for asking. I was trying to figure out why the light on Havarl was the way it was, because my non!Pathfinder Sara went there to help research remnant technology.
Any actual scientists that come across this post can feel free to chime in because I am far from an expert on literally anything. Basically, I needed a line for SAM about the light on Havarl, because it is always so goddamn dark. But the wiki of the game doesn't give any info about that. The solar system map shows a lot of dust around the star, so I literally started with googling "what's it called when there's dust around a star." Then I did a deep dive into how that would look from a planet in the system, then how it would affect photosynthesis and, like, mammalian life.
Basically, it seems to hinge on how much dust there is? Circumstellar dust can be the cause of extinction events if it blocks out too much sunlight, so I wanted to find out what the sweet spot was. Then I realized I didn't really need to know exactly what that was for the line I needed for the fic, lol.
Which is this, in context:
The cowboy hat* on the landing pad directs her to the local pilot, and soon enough she’s skimming low over Havarl’s wild undergrowth, tracking fiends and [something else] on SAM’s HUD.
“Is it always this dark?” Sara asks it.
“The circumstellar dust surrounding Faroang, this system’s central star, absorbs light from the star. Light is diffused in space and less light reaches the planet. Enough for photosynthesis, however.”
“That explains the plant growth.”
“Restarting Havarl’s vault has had a remarkable effect on the planet’s wildlife, but change has been slow.”
*I need to replay, I do not remember her name so this is a placeholder
Shepard ask meme: 2 and 29 for Reagan, 14 and 30 for John?
Hi deary, thanks for asking!
from this ask here!
2. What are they flaws? Do they like talking about them and/or do they acknowledge them and try work on them?
Reagan is very quick to anger. She doesn't hide it, either. She's very mercurial, which sometimes keeps her crew a little on edge because they really know what kind of person they'll be working with day by day. But at the end of the day, they know she'll have their back and protect them. It's not something she works on, she kind of uses it to her advantage. People think they can walk all over her but she'll show them that she's not someone you double-cross and people will then work with her afterwards.
She also tends to be a workaholic when she gets a posting, prior to her death, she found herself craving drugs and alcohol a lot as she was an addict during her time in the Reds. She found working help get the cravings at bay, especially when Coats wasn't around. So she works hard, and sometimes even forgets to eat unless someone reminds her.
14. How does your Shepard act like when they’re stressed? Do they hide it or do they make it obvious that they need to calm down?
She doesn't hide stress really well. She'll be more aggressive. She'll snap a lot easier.
14. What’s your Shepard’s favorite weapon?
John's favourite weapon is the Black Widow. He's a sniper through and through, he was top of class and wears it like a badge of honour. He'll carry a pistol and a SMG for backup or for close quarters but he'll hardly ever use them.
30. How does your Shepard handle difficult situations?
John is always calm like a cucumber. I hardly ever see him lose his temper, or panic. He is very tactical, charismatic, and will approach situations with so many back-up plans for any impossible situation. He's also a very good negotiator.
For the kiss prompts: "in the snow" and "life or death" if I can combine them like that? your call) for an otp of your choice.
IT IS DONE...I had no idea this would explode into such a long prompt lol. I mean, I gave it a title and even added a quote xD. Anyways, here you are :) Thanks SO much for the prompt! A bit angsty but I figured the prompt called for it!
Under the cut because...wow...
I’d like to thank @spaced0lphin for her wonderful musical work, as it provided inspiration to write this piece and @theoriginalladya for checking it over
When I Took to the Sky
Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time… It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other. Leo Buscaglia
Arcing through the debris, the drop shuttle came to rest amidst the debris of a ship, snow puffing up into the air as it landed; flakes sparkling as they danced and whirled in the air before once again coming to rest on the ground. Pulling on his gloves, the pilot reached for his helmet resting on the passenger seat and tugged it on, twisting it snug with a snap.
He took a deep, steadying breath...and stepped out onto Alchera.
Ever since Niall had received the message from Admiral Hackett about placing a memorial here, he’d been pushing it aside. A memorial to honor those who’d laid down their lives for the Alliance. Hardly seemed enough, considering how dismissive the findings the crew of the Normandy had presented. But the fact he was employed by Cerberus now was cause for surprise in being contacted. Other questions followed though; why had the Alliance waited so long to decide on a memorial? Had he not rose from the grave like Lazarus, would they even have bothered?
Once he’d agreed, he continued to push it aside. There were other missions to take precedence, a ragtag bunch of crew members to hunt down and recruit, and the Illusive Man to annoy - his personal favorite agenda. Anything took precedence over coming here. He simply wasn’t ready to face the part of his past which had changed everything. There was hope coming here would heal old wounds, rather than deepen them.
His steps were measured, faltering when he came upon a piece of the Normandy, his mind thrown back in time invoking memories he’d suppressed of a life changing event from over two years ago.
Two fecking years!
It was a constant struggle to process the passage of time; dying and then being resurrected without any knowledge of it.
Pausing at the mako, he was thrown into the past, scenes flashing behind his eyes…Kaidan's white knuckled grip as Niall slid the tank through snow and ice up the mountain on Noveria; Ashley yelling with uncontained glee as he'd skidded close to the edge of the lava pools on Feros; Garrus' mandibles twitching when he'd observe the mako on return to the Normandy; Kaidan's resignation upon being turned down again upon his request to drive...the near kiss they'd shared inside the cab a few hours before their last drop when their world ended.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the approach of another drop shuttle.
A sound came from behind him, out of place in the absolute stillness around him. Niall whirled, one hand reaching for his maglocked weapon, the other erupting in a blue glow. Setting eyes on the source, both hands dropped to his side in shock.
Kaidan.
Right away, he noticed he LT had changed. They’d spent so much time together; on the ship, off the ship, on the battlefield, he’d learned the LT’s subtle mannerisms. Gone was the quiet, sensitive marine soldier with stars in his eyes, the romantic he’d claimed to be back on the SR-1. In the eyes staring back at him carefully, in the posture of the man before him, there was a confidence and maturity he’d not had before. There was also doubt.
It's me, Niall wanted to say, to reassure. It just wasn't so simple.
He watched the play of emotions in the deep brown eyes he'd dreamed about so often. Their eyes locked and he was thrown back in time. Although for him, it was only a few months ago...not two years, when they’d been sitting in the mess on the SR-1, drinking coffee and going over their notes on the Terminus. Niall had been going on about the goose chase they'd been sent on...
“I cannae believe they sent us out to the arse end of space for nothing! Wasted two fucking weeks looking for something which isnae even here.” He slammed his fist on the table, other soldiers in the mess startled at his outburst. Niall ignored them.
“I’m sure they just wanted us out of the way but we’ll find something, Shepard. We just have to be patient.”
Niall snorted, “My patience ran dry about an hour inta this mission. I’ll contact those doaty bampots and tell 'em what I really think.”
Kaidan chuckled, took a sip of his coffee before answering, “Not your best idea by a long shot.”
Winking at him and enjoying the slight blush across the cheeks, Niall smiled, “Aye but it’ll be fun and blow off some steam.”
In the end, nothing came of it as the ship rocked hard to port and alarms began to blare around them...
A cough brought him back to the present, watching the brown eyes change in the light, the initial confusion fading to doubt, then replaced with wariness.
"Who are you?" The first words to be spoken aloud between them, in the same velvety rasp which had haunted Niall’s dreams.
They cut deep, hurt worse than any wound he’d endured. He straightened up, pushing the pain away and answered.
“Who d'ya think it is? Jolly ol' St. Nick? Tis me, Kaidan. Niall.” He felt like he was stating the obvious, words coming out sharper than intended.
Silence followed his outburst, the sound of wind wailing in the distance filling the stillness. As the quiet stretched on, Niall reflected on the situation, quickly realizing if roles were reversed, he'd be suspicious as well. Indignation sailed away like a balloon on the wind.
Ready to apologize, Kaidan spoke before Niall could ready his words, “I thought--” voice hoarse with agony, he choked on whatever he’d been about to say, unable to continue. Looking away from Niall, he composed himself, took a deep breath and despite his attempt to remain calm, blurted, “You...you were dead.”
Biting his tongue against voicing the LT’s mighty powers of observation, Niall fought for something a wee bit more serious and relatable. Now wasnae the time for jokes.
“Aye," the words ‘but now I’m not’ still echoing in the air between them. How could he begin to explain what he dinnae understand himself? As if he were stuck in quick sand, he felt the more he tried to climb out, the deeper he sank.
“So, the rumors were true.”
“Och, aye, guess they were.”
“When?”
The wealth of emotion in the single word struck Niall right in the heart, nearly making him stagger from the pain. He fought for an answer, disregarding one after another as they came to him.
With a heavy sigh, he decided on the truth, “Several months ago.” The dark brows inside the black helmet furrowed downwards into a frown he was all too familiar with. Even to his own ears the response sounded lame. “I dinnae know until then. I was...uh...I doonae even know what to call it...brought back to life?” He threw his hands up in frustration.
Disbelief followed his statement, turning quickly to suspicion. He could see the change in Kaidan's eyes through the visor. Tone flat, he echoed, “Brought back to life." At Niall’s nod of confirmation, his voice rose, "How is such a thing even possible? Who is...capable of such a thing?”
Knowing how Kaidan felt about the organization, Niall didn't spare him the facts. He'd find out anyway. “Cerberus.”
The climate of Alchera was cold and frigid, unfit for flora or fauna to sustain life. Even inside his armor, Naill could feel the chill in the air and had simply wanted to walk through the ruins and leave quickly. He’d never expected to find a dog tag or get lost in memories.
And now, with his confession, the temperature seemed to drop even further; at least where the two of them stood. Kaidan stared at him for several long, agonizing seconds. He didn’t bother answering, turning around and walking away.
His gaze dropped down to where their hands were joined; Niall's did as well, heart skipping in his chest. “Please.” He wasn't above begging, not when it came to Kaidan.
Pulling his hand from Niall’s, Kaidan turned away; yet, he didn’t leave. Several minutes went by; Niall held his breath. “How could you? It’s...they’re Cerberus! You know what they’ve done. The...the things we saw!”
Fully aware of what his impassioned words implied, Niall felt his anger rise in response, “Did ya think I had a choice in this? As if I could pick and choose who would ha’ the honors of...of fixing...of rebuilding me? Fuck! I wouldnae have chosen this at all...if anyone had ever bothered to ask me first. But here I am and will damn well make the best of it, ya ken?”
Silence stretched on around them. “Are you…you?” Kaidan whispered.
How many times had he looked in the mirror wondering the exact same thing? “I doonae know, Kaidan…" He repeated in a whisper, "I doonae know."
With the admission, he could not look at Kaidan anymore, gazed around them instead. He saw a glint of something shiny; another set of dog tags perhaps.
To fill the void, he explained, “Saw something sparkle in the sun shortly after I landed. Walked over and found a set of dog tags belonging to Pressly. As I wandered among the wreckage I found more from the crew...the ones who…” he couldn’t say it out loud, felt a hand settle on his shoulder.
Startled, he turned to stare at it, unable to process the gesture with Kaidan’s protests from a few short minutes ago. Did he believe him now or was it all just for show? Yet, Kaidan had never been superficial. Something Niall admired about him, then and now.
“We’ll do it together.” The words startled him even more than the touch, but he was grateful.
“Aye. Tapadh leat.” **
Searching the pieces of the Normandy side by side. As the looked, Niall noticed the sky darkening overhead. Caught up in the past, neither of them had paid any attention. A storm was approaching; a large one. Seeing another glint of metal, Niall brushed off the snow and wrapped the chain around his gloved fingers.
The storm had intensified and was coming at them fast and furious. There wasn’t time for them to get to their drop shuttles and leave.
He turned and tapped on Kaidan’s helmet. “We need to take cover. Now! Get inside one of the drop shuttles!” Niall took off at a dead run towards the one closest, Kaidan hot on his heels.
Jumping inside, Niall slammed his fist against the touchpad, shutting the door just as the storm growled over them, ice chips beating a staccato against the steel hull. Wind buffeted the Kodiak, causing it to rock before sliding a few inches along the ground. Unable to radio out and with no one able to contact them, they were sitting ducks at the mercy of the storm.
Niall reached up and took off his helmet, scrubbing his shorn, itchy scalp with gloved fingertips.
Niall had forgotten. Not completely healed when the Lazarus project had been sabotaged, he was left with scars where his skin hadn’t had time to knit back together. Chakwas told him by remaining calm they would eventually heal and fade but with stress, they would remain...or get worse.
Well...
He turned towards Kaidan, their eyes locking. Niall wasn’t the man he’d been the last time they’d seen each other.
“Aye, scars. I wasnae fully healed when...well, when I was brought out of my coma.” He went to replace his helmet.
Kaidan stopped him, hand on his arm. “No, don’t. I don’t care what you look like, Niall. I just...I was surprised.”
He nodded. No moreso than he when he first looked in the mirror. The image staring back at him had been a great shock. That mirror had been replaced. Niall went and sat down on the bench in the back; Kaidan remained standing, neither one speaking as the storm raged on outside. It might last an hour or maybe days.
“Look, Kaidan--”
“Niall, I--”
Both of them spoke at once. Niall gave a weak grin as Kaidan chuckled and he noticed the pink hue covering the tips of the ears. Some things hadn’t changed. He felt as if a weight had been lifted and he’d been granted a boon.
Looking at Kaidan straight on, he began again, “I ken how it looks. I do. But, before you draw and quarter me, I dinnae now what to do, where to go. The Alliance won’t ha’ me now and I talked with Anderson and Hackett. They know what’s going on with the human abductions. The Council won’t listen.” He spat the name, no more enamored with them than in the past. “What would ya ha’ me do?”
“Plead your case, push them. Be relentless like you were before. They have to see reason.”
Shaking his head at Kaidan’s blind faith, he countered, “Do they? Have they ever? Have ya forgotten Sovereign? The Citadel doesnae even remember, the damage wwept away like so much garbage, forgotten and moved on.”
The shoulders slumped. Niall studied him, drinking in the sight of a man he hadn’t realized how much he’d begun to care about. Until he was gone. Yet, here he was right in front of him. And they were arguing, Kaidan too blind to see what was so obvious. He stood up, stepping forward until they were nearly nose to nose. Kaidan looked up.
Niall lost himself in the brown eyes, a golden amber when the light overhead caught them just right. How had he never noticed before? The laugh lines spreading out from the corners of his eyes, the freckles above his right eyebrow. So many details he’s missed. No, he’d never bothered to find. Now, he noticed them all...and more.
Adrenaline surged in his blood, excitement unfurling within him. He remembered the scars over Kaidan’s lips, wanting to touch them, see how they felt beneath his fingertips...against his tongue. They were right there in front of him now. Overcome with a tidal wave of pent up emotions, he acted on impulse.
Leaning forward, he captured Kaidan’s mouth with his, losing himself in the scent and taste of him, in the soft lips, his tongue tracing the scars...finally.
Lost in a longing he had no name for, it took Niall several seconds to register there was no reciprocation. His heart twisted painfully inside his chest. So, this was it, then. He took a deep breath, ready to apologize. But, as he stepped away, he stumbled, Kaidan surging forward to initiate the kiss this time.
The Kodiak faded away, as did the storm outside. Only the two of them existed in this perfect moment and Niall drank it up like a parched man in the desert until they both broke away, simply in order to breathe.
