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Alisa has officially moved! She can now be found over on @serabellyms along with the rest of my Mass Effect muses!

Alisa’s Shepard verse has also moved as a “separate” muse (rather than listed as an AU) to that blog!

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PERMANENT PLOTTING CALL !

By liking this post, you are indicating to me that you would like me to send you a message discussing some potential plots for your muse and Alisa! These could be platonic, ship-related, whatever you're feeling! Please note to keep my IMs condensed/organized, all messages will come from my Ashley blog (virmireisms). Please, if liking this post, be willing to help with and/or provide a few ideas we can work from. I don't mind if I have a few ideas in mind, but I do expect plotting to be a collaborative effort. Interest tracker not required for plotting, but highly recommended for this (and will be required before any starters are sent--I will ask you to fill it out before I will write the starter). Multi-muses, please either specify a muse or have a few in mind before liking this. Idea bouncing for crossovers for your muse(s) also counts as plotting to me even if you know nothing about Mass Effect!

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  PLOTTED STARTER !     ⤷ @primitiveside

The whole house was abuzz and bustling with whispers and chatter between the kids living there. There was a new guy, and that was a big deal. It’d been a long time since they had someone that was new, someone that seemed like he was going to stay for an extended period of time. Of course, so far he’d talked to absolutely no one, seemingly only appearing when there was food to be had, and disappearing promptly after.

But what was new guy’s story? That was what interested Alisa. There were always new people, but this particular new guy seemed… different. Usually, it was younger kids being brought in; some ran away after a few days, and a few stayed. Alisa was one of the few that had stayed; she wasn’t going to end up on the streets if she could help it. Not to mention she was a particularly… special case, in a sense.

After all—it wasn’t hard to determine that a child with clear biotic potential shouldn’t be given to the grandparents who protested and called them abominations openly and proudly.

While everyone seemed to have been avoiding Riddick, giving him a bit of a berth… Alisa was either too friendly, or too brave. With two plates in hand she approached him, setting one of the plates in front of him. A simple sandwich: ham, cheese, lettuce, pickles, butter, and a little mustard. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.

“Hey.” She managed a smile. “Alisa. You, uh—you can call me Liss, though. It was, uh… Richard, right?” She hoped that was the name they’d been told. God, her memory sometimes—it was such a mess on the worst of days.

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In a situation like this, a cover was a cover, and a cover was something they needed to maintain. So far, Alisa had done what she could to keep the crowd attracted to her, keep eyes on her as much as possible, and let him listen in on the conversations of the people present. She’d picked a stunning jumpsuit with a deep V in the front that hugged her in all the right places in the torso, leaving just enough to the imagination that the guise worked.

And now it was time to put it to use. They’d snuck off to one of the more private areas, hoping to be able to find a route they could to reach their target’s office. Once they were in, it was a matter of getting the information they needed, and getting out. She’d let him slip off first, then managed to sneak away herself after a small, drunken commotion drew the attention of everyone else, guards included, on the opposite side of the party. It was just enough that she could sneak away and meet up with Eron… except for the fact that there were still a few guards patrolling nearby that needed to finish their rounds.

Was she absolutely sure, suggesting what she had? Not particularly. She’d be lying if there wasn’t… something there. Something she’d been trying to bury for months now, something she dared not make a move on. Suggesting this… well, she’d be lying if that wasn’t a factor in the back of her mind. But she was sure it was the best way to avoid drawing attention to themselves, or rather, to make themselves look simply like two party-goers who might end up leaving together at the end of the night.

Only when he had her pressed against the wall was she acutely aware of how much bigger he was than her; even though they were playing nothing more than a role right now, and the majority of her senses were tuned to their surroundings, she knew she had to make it seem legitimate. One leg raised, hooking around the back of his thigh as she shifted, angling so she had a line of sight one way just past him, listening for any footsteps she could hear. “Of course I’m sure,” she’d whispered before his lips met hers, her motions automatic; natural, but there was nothing behind them. Her eyes weren’t focused on him; they were looking around, ears listening for anything. Footsteps, movement, anything that wasn’t created by them. 

As she could see a guard peering around the corner, Alisa let out the most drunken girlish giggle she could muster, internally cringing at herself. If there was one thing she was good at, it was sounding like little more than a party girl right now. “Those seem like very expensive clothes,” she said, knowing she’d spoken loud enough for the guard to hear. “Too bad I’ll be ripping through them tonight.” The huff and shake of the guard’s head before he disappeared told her she’d certainly been more than successful at selling their distraction.

“Guess my research paid off,” she muttered quietly, waiting a few moments as she stilled. “Mr. Wakefield likes to have his staff hire escorts the attendees can take into one of the many bedrooms for the night.” A clever cover; Alisa hadn’t managed to get her name on the list, but with how many there were and the variety of escorts hired to fit varying tastes, she fit in perfectly with the crowd. “Didn’t think I’d have to make use of that information, though…”

On the basis of strategy alone, he had a feeling this wasn't going to go according to plan. Flimsy, with holes bigger than a pyjak all over it, but a plan nonetheless. His intelligence training and field espionage skills carried most of it on his end. There were parts that he'd played, words that came out of his mouth that he would find pompous and hollow at any other time.

Tedious for sure, though the bright side to it was not having to go through the steps alone. His mission partner had stunned the crowd, drawing attention away from the faces of two Alliance soldiers to instead fall onto her figure, and they were none the wiser. With that kind of thinking ahead, who could complain?

It worked long enough for them to slip behind a closed off area without raising alarm. Well, almost without raising alarm. They were left with little choice.

"You sure?" His brows furrowed at Alisa's suggestion. It wasn't outside of the realm of comfort—at least for him—but somehow he didn't expect they'd end up in a rather clichéd scenario straight out of cheesy spy vids. As if what they were doing was comparable in any way. He gave Alisa a nod, his hands shooting up to hold her by the waist, pressing her body up against the wall with his own, effectively trapping her in between to sell the image, and finally taking her lips in his. Guards be damned; they were playing another part now.

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This was not how she wanted her day to end. Hell, this was not how she wanted this mission to end. Get in, get out, that was what they were supposed to do. So much for that; they’d managed getting in, but they’d failed getting out rather spectacularly. They were trapped, and getting out wasn’t going to be easy. Moving the rubble with biotics would be a stupid plan; the chances of it coming down further and crushing them made that impossible.

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree on that fact.” She wouldn’t agree that alive and trapped was better, not with the way her heart was racing. Trying to mentally talk herself through things, keep herself calm… all of it was more difficult than she expected. You’re the hero of Elysium, and you’re freaking out about a little rubble, she griped at herself, huffing under her breath as she tried to just breathe through what was happening. She was supposed to have nerves of steel… or so the reports all said.

There was no way she was living up to that right now.

“We have to, uh… be careful. If—if we move any more of the rubble, then it might…” Collapse. Breathe, she reminded herself. “Maybe, uh… Another—another entrance?” Yeah, maybe that was the play. Maybe there was another entrance; a place like this would have a secondary emergency entrance for scenarios like this, she figured. After all, building this deep underground, it would be foolish to not have that. They just had to look.

♘ ― ❝ well... could ‘a been worse. alive and not crushed is better than ah… crushed. ❞ she laughed nervously, antsy hands rubbing at her sides as her eyes roamed the room for any sign of a way out. the only way in sight was forward, which that alone wasn’t so promising. river was glad she was at least stuck with shepard. anyone else and she was certain she’d go crazy.

she turned on the flashlight to her helmet, eyes narrowing and squinting as if it would help see passed the dust from the debris that filled the air. a frustrated sigh was all that she could manage as she tried to steel her nerves and gesture to the captain that they should continue on.

❝ i know usually in these scenarios we should just sit still, but i feel like there’s gotta be some kind of way outta here. even if it’s a shifty way out. i don’t wanna just trust the stability of this place after the first collapse. ❞

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She was growing tired of the politics. Day in and day out, over and over again, all she was dealing with was politics. And now, all she seemed to be able to leverage was her Spectre status and nothing more; out here, even her status as a former—if you could call it that—Alliance soldier held little to no weight. She was thankful the Council had reinstated her Spectre status; if she’d lost that, then she’d have been screwed.

But at least, despite her awkward situation with the Alliance, she was still the Hero of Elysium. That much hadn’t changed; and that was a status that, even if it was tied to the Alliance, people would still respect. Someone on shore leave, unarmoured and with nothing more than a pistol and her biotics to defend herself, had managed to hold off a flank all on her own. It was a hell of a feat… and at least, dealing with the bureaucracy she was now, it was coming in handy.

Alisa couldn’t help but roll her eyes as, much to her chagrin, Eron was poking fun at her—again. “I never asked to be famous,” she clarified, huffing as she turned back in the direction of the ship. “Not that I’m saying I didn’t earn it and that I’m not going to use it to our advantage to get done what needs to get done, but… I never asked for it.” Of course, recipients of the Star of Terra were rare at best, and she was one of the only living ones… throw on top of that the Palladium Star for their actions saving the Citadel two years ago, and she was a well-decorated hero.

It was almost a routine at this point, to turn around at every corner and come unto an officer treating the mundane task of bureaucracy with absolute contempt. Desperate to leave, but tolerant enough to stay for the pay. He watched the exchange play out, keeping his voice low despite the amusement, "Well, I guess it's good having somebody famous with us. I wouldn't wanna do any of the talking."

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   ⬐ @hopegained ⬎

and i’d do it a million times over, i promise you that, if it eases your heart

The stress had started to get to her. She always kept a positive outlook, always wanted to make sure those around her smiled and were happy; lately, that had become more and more difficult. With the war dragging on, with things becoming more and more difficult, the wear and tear was starting to show. Impulsivity and recklessness started to show in other areas; while she wasn’t risking missions, she was certainly doing a good job of putting her foot in her mouth and making a fool of herself.

That had happened yesterday, unfortunately in front of the one person she hadn’t wanted to make a fool of herself in front of. She’d been upset he was reckless on their last groundside run, and when asked why, she’d said things too plainly: because you’re important, and I care about you, and you mean the world to me. She hadn’t expected herself to be that honest about it, and it certainly hadn’t taken her long to turn almost as red as her hair, beeline for the elevator, and disappear into her cabin. There was no way she could face him, not after that. Maybe he’ll forget, she tried to convince herself, but she knew that was not likely.

She hadn’t expected him to come up to her cabin, and she certainly hadn’t expected him to grab her and kiss her like that. And she certainly couldn’t help a quip at what he said after, if only to make one or both of the smile. “You mean taking a shot meant for me that could’ve killed you, or coming up here and kissing me like that? Because I’d definitely take the latter again, if you’re offering.”

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PERMANENT PLOTTING CALL !

By liking this post, you are indicating to me that you would like me to send you a message discussing some potential plots for your muse and Alisa! These could be platonic, ship-related, whatever you're feeling! Please note to keep my IMs condensed/organized, all messages will come from my Ashley blog (virmireisms). Please, if liking this post, be willing to help with and/or provide a few ideas we can work from. I don't mind if I have a few ideas in mind, but I do expect plotting to be a collaborative effort. Interest tracker not required for plotting, but highly recommended for this (and will be required before any starters are sent--I will ask you to fill it out before I will write the starter). Multi-muses, please either specify a muse or have a few in mind before liking this. Idea bouncing for crossovers for your muse(s) also counts as plotting to me even if you know nothing about Mass Effect!

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"What do you mean, he's escaped?"

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"It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

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"But this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable."

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🌙  *  ―  𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝟏𝐄𝟏:  𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀  ( sentence starters from episode 1 of Andor. feel free to change pronouns & wording as needed. )

❛ Don’t even think about it. She’ll send you home cryin’. ❜ ❛ Looking for something special tonight? ❜ ❛ Is there something amusing? ❜ ❛ You keep looking over here like there’s something funny. ❜ ❛ Oh, that is a hard look for a little thing like you. ❜ ❛ I’m not moving. You want it, you take it and I walk away. I don’t need any surprises. ❜ ❛ You didn’t mean it. He fell. We had a misunderstanding, and… We’ll go in together. ❜ ❛ We played too hard in hitting, and you didn’t understand it. He tried to grab you, and… and he fell, and he hit his head. ❜ ❛ If it’s not important, why not tell me? ❜ ❛ ___ said you were out ruining your health and reputation with friends of low character. ❜ ❛ Don’t tell anybody you saw me. Don’t tell anybody you know where I am. ❜ ❛ Stop! And I don’t mean just the talking. I mean stop. ❜ ❛ I want you to conjure a suitable accident. ❜ ❛ I suspect they died rushing to aid someone in distress. Nothing too heroic. We don’t need a parade. They died being helpful. ❜ ❛ Don’t put your feet on my desk in my absence. ❜ ❛ I can’t wait that long. ❜ ❛ You said he wanted to meet me. ❜ ❛ You’ve been holding out on me. ❜ ❛ No, no. The answer’s no. ❜ ❛ Just promise he knows nothing about any of this. ❜ ❛ Now, go fix your face. ❜ ❛ I wouldn’t worry. She’s tougher than both of us. ❜ ❛ I’m getting tired of hearing that. ❜ ❛ What, not happy to see me? ❜ ❛ I’m not one of these losers gonna let you float until they forget how much you owe them. ❜ ❛ I’m gonna do us a favour and not mention this happened. ❜ ❛ You’re gonna get us both in trouble. ❜ ❛ I was gonna ask if I could borrow it again tomorrow. ❜ ❛ No. We’re done. No more favors. No more deals. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to know what you’re doing or why or where you took this thing last night or any of it. Finish up. Get out. ���

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Finally got around to making some new icons for Liss. I made a few of the ME3 ones before I left for my trip, but I’ve finally managed to finish some ME1 ones and plan to work on some more this week.

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🌙  *  ―   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄  ( sentence starters from chase atlantic’s album beauty in death. feel free to change pronouns & wording as needed. trigger warnings: drugs, guns, violence, sex. )

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐃.

❛ I’m three pills down and wide the fuck awake. ❜ ❛ God forgive me if I sin. ❜ ❛ Now I’m lying here awake sipping hennessy to wash away the pain. ❜ ❛ Take the gun right out the safe. ❜ ❛ Put it up against my head and blow my brains. ❜ ❛ I’m paranoid. ❜ ❛ The blood is dripping down my throat. ❜ ❛ I can hear them knocking. ❜ ❛ I got demons at my door. ❜ ❛ Just promise me you won’t let them inside. ❜ ❛ I don’t deal with situations lightly. ❜ ❛ I’ve never been the type to run and hide. ❜

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘.

❛ Feel the affection through a chemical rush. ❜ ❛ Baby hold my hand we can slow dance. ❜ ❛ I didn’t need much yet I wonder If it’s ever enough. ❜ ❛ I can tell that the anxiety Is tearing me apart. ❜ ❛ Go on break up my relationships and break my fucking heart. ❜ ❛ ____ you can’t leave without me again. ❜ ❛ Pick me up and leave me face down bleeding. ❜ ❛ Life with you is just a life without a meaning. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to live in fear, ____ ❜ ❛ I hate that I depend on you when life gets hard. ❜ ❛ You got me singing please, I’m such a fiend, ____ ❜ ❛ My life can only get better when I break you in half. ❜

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅.

❛ Please don’t try this shit at home. ❜ ❛ We send souls up to the sky. ❜ ❛ I’ma scotch every motherfucker in the game. ❜ ❛ You know I’m feeling bulletproof. ❜ ❛ Why waste time when you get high on the weekend? ❜ ❛ Why waste time when you get high when you can? ❜ ❛ Cause there’s nothing left to do. ❜ ❛ I’ma put the burner on his ass. ❜

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄.

❛ I think the nitrous did damage. ❜ ❛ I can’t feel my legs, yet I’m standing. ❜ ❛ I barely make it down the stairs without panic. ❜ ❛ I can see the pain in your eyes. ❜ ❛ I’ll take you to heaven if you die. ❜ ❛ Caught in a daze I persuade her with my own complications. ❜ ❛ Says I’m stuck in my ways, that’s understated. ❜ ❛ I can’t even hear you through the speaker. ❜ ❛ Lyin’ to me baby, make it worth it. ❜ ❛ Hop right on the ledge, jump right off the edge. ❜ ❛ I could say the same ‘bout my life. ❜ ❛ Promise, baby, I’ll take you to heaven if you want it. ❜

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

❛ It’s hard to wipe that smile off her face. ❜ ❛ Don’t base the emotion off fear. ❜ ❛ There’s beauty in death sometimes. ❜ ❛ You should see her on a bad day. ❜ ❛ Tell me, what’s up with the sad face? ❜ ❛ Lights they lead me home, they lead my loneliness. ❜ ❛ I’ll make sure to make it by, for one night. ❜ ❛ It might make you lose your mind. ❜ ❛ I don’t wanna waste your time. ❜ ❛ That’s why there’s angels in the sky. ❜

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

❛ Tell me I can’t have it, bitch. ❜ ❛ Got respect on my neck ‘cause I stay focused. ❜ ❛ Worked that nine-to-five, had my head low. ❜ ❛ To be honest I won’t live long. ❜ ❛ So liberated, give a damn what you say. ❜ ❛ No, I do not fuck with you losers. ❜ ❛ Play with me I’ll get you stuck. ❜ ❛ I’m gon’ get tired of fucking and rolling. ❜ ❛ The city go high at two in the morning. ❜

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 ❝ Success is not final. Failure is not fatal.      It’s the courage to continue that counts. ❞

  indie, canon-friendly original character alisa marta dubrovsky of mass effect. ❖ squadmate (me1 & me3) & shepard (paragon, war hero) verses available. ❖ crossover, multimuse, sideblog, & oc friendly. ❖ blog is 21+ only, minors dni. ❖ written by serabellym (she/her, 25+).

   carrd. ❖ interest tracker.

 ❝  People will forget what you said.     People will forget what you did.        But people will never forget          how you made them feel.  ❞

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🌙  *  ―   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎  ( sentence starters from chase atlantic’s album beauty in death. feel free to change pronouns & wording as needed. trigger warnings: drugs, guns, violence, sex. )

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐇.

❛ Lay on the couch and let’s get busy. ❜ ❛ Type to make you fuck ‘til you finish. ❜ ❛ Immediately got me losing my mind. ❜ ❛ I ain’t picky, bitch, I want it all. ❜ ❛ I’m gonna grab the phone, and I’m gonna smash it on your desk. ❜ ❛ Look, I need you to call me because ____ is calling with questions ❜

𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘.

❛ Been on and off my whole life. ❜ ❛ Why waste your time, there’s nothing left inside. ❜ ❛ ____, you were there for me when no one ever cared for me. ❜ ❛ ____, you would lie to me and tell me everything would be alright. ❜ ❛ You’ll always be a friend to me, for life. ❜ ❛ She’s been flirting with me all night. ❜ ❛ I can’t see the stars because they’re dancing. ❜

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.

❛ Promise you won’t fuck the whole town when you get this. ❜ ❛ I just hope you get the message. ❜ ❛ If you get a minute, call me back. ❜ ❛ I’m so lonely and you’re the only one that knows me. ❜ ❛ if you’re busy, then I understand it. ❜ ❛ It’s bad timing and I’m probably gonna end up crying. ❜ ❛ Here’s hoping twenty minutes I'ma hear that phone ring. ❜ ❛ And I’m guessing that you’re lonely. ❜ ❛ See, I’ve been taking medicine so I can relax. ❜ ❛ I hope you’re not mad. ❜

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈’𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.

❛ It says a lot about the person I’m becoming. ❜ ❛ How ironic that I don’t trust strangers. ❜ ❛ I’m so sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. ❜ ❛ This world is big, it’ll kill me if I don’t figure shit out. ❜ ❛ Have you ever seen a grown man cry? ❜ ❛ I’ve never felt this tired. ❜

𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘.

❛ I don’t feel euphoria, no, I feel empty. ❜ ❛ This might be the reason that she left me. ❜ ❛ Old friends turning into strangers. ❜ ❛ Newer friends, they’re becoming dangerous. ❜ ❛ Her friends never really liked me, they’ll do anything they can to spite me. ❜

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃.

❛ Overslept once again, if there was sunlight I missed it. ❜ ❛ I like to sleep because it feels like I’m dead. ❜ ❛ We all got vices, mine is every single night I roll the dices. ❜ ❛ Honestly I think that I’m depressed. ❜ ❛ Tried to go to rehab but I passed out. ❜ ❛ I won’t play these games. ❜ ❛ I just wanna do what make you happy. ❜