#sorrow shepard

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picrew funsies! starting tsurin tabris, ludte hawke, belluel trevelyan, sorrow shepard/cousland, and with bonus bethany hawke. tagged by @heniareth, and tagging @tamalesnsuch, @autobot-scout-riella, and @autistic-council-spectre

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for all the oc babelords, a choice of question: best date u have been on, or favorite gift u have ever received

tsurin tabris would shift, emotions settling into the downturn of her mouth. "i dont..." her expression would draw down, and she'd clutch her elbows tightly to her chest. "that's a high story you want to dig outta me. i dunno if i should..." a frown, before a sigh and a hand dragged through her thick, tightly curled hair. "silence," she shoukd say at last. "i was losing grasp on, everything, makin an embarrassment of myself, and here comes, i dunno some giant stick bug with nice hair, makes himself all comfort next to me and says... he says nothing. doesn't pity me or offer secondhand words he borrowed from a hundred people what ain't me, and it just... i needed to hear that. and had for a long time. so i guess it's that."

ludte hawke would instantly avert her gaze, chin thrusting out in a way that looked to be more comforting to her than threatening for anybody else. "i supposed its.... look, i'm not. practiced at that kind of. stuff. but o w day i was... tired. isabela and fenris took me on a boat in the sea for a few hours, and we had breakfast and run on a tiny island." a pause, filled with the unspoken. "not a lot of people do things just because they want to help me, and they did. i remember it."

belluel trevelyan would keep moving about signing various documents spread throughout the war room. "see you got my very clever message of a summons sent by the official courier i didn't know we had. you're welcome, by the way. and, ah. i suppose the great gift i've gotten is.... you." her mouth trembles, and she looks down at the nap instead of ag you or her shaking hands. "however you definite what we have, what hatters is that you stay. that you care about my answers when you ask how i am. it isn't just a pleasantry. you got my cousin back to me, alive. so. it's you. you are... a true friend to me, and i.... i haven't had many of those." another pause, and shrugs and looks away sharply just slowly enough you spotted tears welling up in her eyes, obviously ending the conversation

sorrow shepard looked up. the sleek lines of his kestrel helmet expertly disguising any emotion he wore on his face beneath it. "it wouldn't be fair to call either of my first times out with garrus or kaidan a first date, but i suppose they were," he said. there was slight delay as he helmet digitized his voice to remove his stutter, making his voice have an odd, metallic quality that was not unlike a turian's. "we earned trust from those first missions. what their character was like, exchanged jokes. that sounds like most of the longest running relationships i'd had before, which was. somewhat shorter. having someone like those two near, even if they indented to be gone soon after-" he cut himself off and shook his head. "next question, please."

bethany hawke wpuld smile down at her hands; if you looked closely however, that smile was stiff and shaking. "i don't think giving me false hope about that would help anyone right now," she told you with quite a bit more than a tinge of frustration tinged grief in every word. "i have seen love sour, children taken away for being mages. i wouldn't ever do that to a family, let alone a family of one."

zevran arainai tapped his foot back and forth on the edge of the desk far faster than his usual. "i think i shall choose to say the gloves the warden gifted me with. They reminded me so much of my mother, of sone who cared about me enough to see my first breath, even as..." he paused before offering a dazzling smile. "The answer has to be 'giving my life" then, doesn't it? Problem solved. Answer, given. Foid, i. search of. Better going me, before Sten lifts his head to spot his daily muffins"

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i saw a thing about writing the first three words that occur to you for each oc

tsurin tabris: yellow, stumble, laughter

ludte hawke: belligerent, blanket, pup

belluel trevelyan: competition, alcoholism, polyamory

sorrow shepard: stutter, braid, forget-me-not

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(answer as many or as few as u like to) tsurin: handcuffs or shibari? sorrow: voyeur or exhibitionist? king: loud or quiet? kreesh: fucking a virgin or someone experienced? licht: collars or piercings? splintered: clothes on or off? twelve: ass or chest? zevran: strap or double-sided? befny: cumming inside or on?

tsurin: HMMMM probably shibari if we're talking wrt herself, because she gets Extremely jittery about being restrained in any way, and also she likes the skill that can go into a nice shibari pattern

sorrow: i'm going to have to heavily lean on voyeaur, both because he's Way too self-conscious to be an exhibitionist but also because he really, really does like being able to watch other people enjoying themselves while also feeling secure and safe in knowing that nobody will be touching him, fun for everyone

king: assuming this is asking if she herself is loud or quiet, this woman is silent as the grave during sex. even at her most excited, she only lets out very soft gasps or whines

kreesh: HMMMMMMM she honestly prefers experienced partners, if only because she doesn't find inexperience or vulnerability super exciting. it's not a deterrent in any way, it's just not a kink for her

lichtenberg: oh man..... probably collars, if i had to pick one. because a) they tend to be either leather or metallic, and either one looks good against bare skin, and b) he DOES get a kick out of vulnerability

splintered: please, with this dramatic asshole? clothed sex. high fashion meets sexy, meets "i was so turned on by you/what you're doing that i couldn't even take the time to get undressed first"

twelve: this enby definitely has an ass preference, partially because while constructs typically aren't created to emphasize masculine or feminine shapes, bubble butts are gender neutral

zevran: strap, all the way. straps allow for allow for a more focused, driven experience. the knives of the penetrative toy world, if you will

bethany: if by "outside" you mean "on," then yes. she's a very quiet fan of that whole messy aesthetic, though in most cases she either doesn't know that yet, or has to be comfortable enough with her partner to admit to it, bc this baby bi is self-conscious af

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oc soul color meme

tsurin tabris and ludte hawke are both purple:

belluel trevelyan is gold:

and sorrow shepard is pink:

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“Sometimes I think you don’t take this seriously,” Sorrow Shepard said down at the chess board between them. His hand gestures mimed a frown, but he couldn’t help joining in when Wrex’s laughter rolled through the spaces between them like a drum.

“Then you just aren’t paying attention.” Wrex echoed the twist of Sorrow’s hand in the opposite sign, before reaching out to curl his three-fingered hand around the commander’s. “It’s the only thing worth taking seriously.”

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and i just reminded myself about my commander shepard, who was mostly deaf and stuttered, so he used he kestrel helmet as an assistive device as well as a comfort thing, to put distance between himself and a public who had come to see the cold practicality of a lot of his decisions as expressing an anti-alien agenda

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i was put in mind of the only mass effect story i've ever written, about my canon shepard, sorrow, but mostly how kaidan and garrus are handling the immediate aftermath (hint: not great)