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I'm genuinely interested in rp'ing my character from X|V at this point.

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what're some of the best resources when looking for faceclaims?

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I've been in such a mood to write lately, but I'm afraid that it's so fickle that I'd just vanish——again. As much as a pain in the ass that is. Idk if I want to write Liara, or another character.

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whispers. it’s almost that time. 

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               lurks. ever-so-quietly. i’ve been given the temptation to write here again—wheeze. though, i’ll probably be @risensung,  more or less. 

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I am alive, my charger cord hasn't budged in 3 days and I'm just here :3cc

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Gunna have to hold on replies for a moment; computer's charger up and quit working;;;;;

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               I just, really enjoy how perceptive Liara becomes throughout the games; from someone meek and oblivious to what’s around her—and coming into her own intelligence and growing keen eye about watching people. 

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Mahmoud Darwish, from “Mural”, Mural

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SLEEP HABITS

NAME:  Liara T’Soni RESIDENCE: Normandy SR-2 (SR-1) / Apartment on Illium  TYPE OF BED:  From a simple soldier's cot of the Alliance vessel, or preferably a bed that offers a bit of space; mostly for the countless documents pilled onto the mattress—or company.  NUMBER OF BLANKETS:  Liara’s not overly fond of excessive warmth, when it comes to the bed fittings. If any, it would be a lighter type of blanket; she doesn’t have much use for thicker materials—given her own natural, cool affinity. Though if the climate or situation permits it, she’ll use heavier options.  NUMBER OF PILLOWS:  Two to three, though often found resting on the side of her head rather than straight back—but Liara does enjoy a few to prop herself up, when it comes to reading & research.  TYPE OF CLOTHING:  In privacy, unknown to most, Liara sleeps in lighter garments—if any at all; anything consisting of too much fabric makes for uncomfortable sleepwear for the Asari.  DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Not particularly, unless she is familiar with them on a more intimate level.  DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?:  As prior stated, she’s not quick to trust; there are only certain people that Liara would find a better night’s sleep with—other than that, she would choose to stay awake.  DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?:  Indifferent, as long as it is hospitable.  WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Liara is frequently working, and often forgets to stop and take care of herself—if she cannot sleep, she works; there are moments when there is a need of intervention.  FREQUENT DREAMS,  NIGHTMARES:  As time passes, Liara is prone to nightmares more than she dreams. It initially started with the loss of Benezia, but continued to worsen as tragedies kept unfolding in her life. Her terrors usually consist of the SR-1′s destruction and losing Shepard—but after the incident and revelations of the Ardat-Yaskhi Monastery, Liara has had nightmares about becoming one of those awful, tormented creatures—and further down the line, her night terrors turn on Thessia; her world, her home burning...  DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS:  Naps, there are only a few instances where a deep-sleep could be permitted; but even then Liara’s easy to stir.  WHEN DO THEY SLEEP:  She functions until she can’t, or is forced to take a break and/or sleep.  WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP:  Liara’s quick to awaken, especially after her time on Illium; there was always someone seeking to get an edge over her, and her work.  EARLY OR LATE RISER:  Liara’s not the healthiest when it comes to sleeping habits; more often than not, she lacks proper sleep—being more of an early riser to continue on her work than catching a few more hours of rest. 

tagged by: @afraidofchange​ & @archeolgst​ tagging: Do ittttt!! 

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i love how you manage to perfectly capture liara's essence, how you have characterized her inner monologue and her flow of conscience! anytime i see you on my dash it's really easy to hear her voice through your writing ! 💞

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓. › Accepting

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

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“idc about shipping im an adult” i love that and i hope youre having fun but im gonna go gorge myself on every silly little interaction these fake people have and live like a king 

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              She always adorned herself in yellow. Liara prefers to revere Benezia before she fell into Sovereign’s shadow. While they had been estranged from some time, there are qualities that she chooses to remember. Her mother, when Liara was a child had always possessed an attentive nature. She would play with her, from make-believe, to sitting on the floor and hoisting her child up into the air by her feet. In truth, the Matriarch was a wonderful mother; never one to truly take away from Liara’s identity and confidence. She found little merit in belitting the child’s dreams, but chose to encourage the vigor that Liara was born with. Though, there were moments that she would question Liara’s fascinations for history, but refrained from questioning it til her child was much older. Never one to get angry when Liara had an accident; siding with comfort and sympathy—for there were things that could not be helped.

               Benezia, settled in her religious and spiritual teachings, had taken the time demonstrate kindness—emotions to her child; despite the early signs of introversion. She had a sense of compassion, demonstrating to Liara cordiality—to give to those less fortunate. There were moments, when she’d come Liara’s room at night; just to speak, to note on their surroundings—how there were noises (of the world) that would strike the idea of melancholy, of loneliness. Liara often wonders, if that was how her mother felt. But she remembers that Benezia held a bountiful sense of empathy, always taking the time to stop, and speak to Liara about their ambience, about the happenings of daily life on Thessia. Benezia always had time to aid those who were searching for guidance. Liara would look to her mother in awe, and witness the piety those of Thessia held for her.

             There is no questioning that Benezia loved her daughter—at least in Liara’s mind.

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imma answer memes tomorrow

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facedtogether​:

“That would make two of us.” He remarked in the same dry manner of his that masked the pilot’s own sadness as he carefully - even slower than usual - crossed the broker’s cabin to eventually sit down in the back of her room. Taking off the cap - which in itself was a rare occasion in the presence of others - revealing outgrown brownish curls that he otherwise kept hidden under the fabric of alliance blue, only to rub his face in the same motion. 

The galaxy kept crashing down on the already broken man and it showed. The lack of sleep since they had crash landed mixed with grief and physical pain visible on his face that made him look much older than he was as he looked back over to where she stood. Liara was one of the very few who were allowed to see those moments.

The reason behind why Jeff had opted to stop by in the first place, after the routined stop at the medbay earlier without checking in on the pretty much dead AI Core room again after Tali had almost kicked him out of the night before so she and Adams could keep working on restoring functions. Even though he knew a bit or two about engineering himself, Adams was right that he wasn’t of much use at this moment. Not in his current condition.

“Traynor’s set up fresh coffee… Thought we both could need it.” Joker suggested dully instead of answering the asari’s question about how he was holding up. For now at least.

               She perceived Joker’s rebuttal; the distress—monotone speech that avoids emotions. Liara cannot count the times it fell from her lips—how easy it is to hide behind the veil of apathy. It was better than roiling over answers she’ll never know; queries lost to time. Liara conceals her regret, there is no point in drudging up the pain—it still hurts, no need to exchange grief, but the Asari knows how improbable the attempt is.

               A quiet sigh is drawn from Liara, it’s out of her aching heart. She stops her futile attempts at making a connection through communications—giving Jeff a moment of her time. There was little effort to check-up on their pilot; lost in her own battles of woe—of despair. The lingering ambiance is quiescent, stagnant. Liara knows there is little comfort she can provide but there is a stirring persistence to try. Beryl eyes distract themselves, directed towards Joker; small talk would suffice right?

               They both have lost people—souls they held dear; she knows it must ache. Though his own pain must transcend than that of her own; but it was never considerate to compare heartbreak. Liara abstaining from those thoughts. “How are your injuries?” It’s her round-about way of empathy—careful with her way of words. Joker, undoubtedly, sustained broken bones—bodily harm. The Normandy’s landing was anything but grandiose. It only adds to the burden. “I have not heard much from Chakwas, but she does not frequent my cabin.” Yet the Asari wasn’t 

               “You know—” Liara deliberately pauses; it’s an act of kindness—consideration—that she brings herself from her seat. He appeals to her kinder nature, her friend and comrade. “I think, I could use that coffee.” She doesn’t know whether it’s to humour, or to dismiss herself from useless screens. The Asari raises from her chair, but approaches Jeff; simply leaving him there would be, insensitive, but she does offer her arm. “Would you like some help getting up?”

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I’m sure it won’t be much longer!