#innatelegacy

[fracturesbones]

♔ gift art for: shepard, miranda, ashley, & kai leng.

[imperfectsister-archive]

! happy birthday

Her fingers curled into each other as she watched people slide by, her lips quirked into a tiny smile and her brow curved with giddy anticipation. Her sister should arrive soon, visiting for the first time in what Oriana considered to be too long; and for once they'd get the chance to spend time together as some semblance of a normal family.

Expensive fabric - a gift from Miranda - twisted through thin fingers, well-groomed nails scraping against it distractedly. Large gatherings wracked her nerves when she had too much time to think about them - with reports of disappearances popping up in the news feed with every breath, paranoia was not unprecedented. While the rates of abduction were much higher in Nos Astra, there were fewer people - many of whom were too intoxicated to manage much beyond a faceplant at your feet - and she knew those streets like the back of her hand. The alleyways and short cuts that were risks not worth taking; the high-traffic areas where you could get lost just among the people; depending on the day, she could have even pinpointed when and where the major crowds would be found.

Painted eyes scanned the flow of the crowd, searching amongst strangers for one more familiar. "She should be here," Oriana muttered under her breath, ignoring the voice in the back of her mind that repeated "you're too early," over and over; a quiet chiding at her over eager nature. She rolled her weight to the balls of her feet, dropping back down onto her heels with a light click. Patience had never been the girl's strong suit, always preferring to move as her whims demand - but today, her whims weren't in charge.

[cmdrjaneshepard]

Headcanon

Shepard is really protective with a lot of the female squadmates. Characters such as Jack, Tali and even a little bit in Miranda she see's as little sister figures (mostly due in part to the age gap). 

[xxelectrocution]

♔innatelegacy has been detected:

The best way to know your opponent is to fight them. However, it had its drawbacks, one of which included simply not knowing your opponent right from the start, a sort of encounter that had opposing forces running in blind. Raiden wasn't sure where he was, but that wasn't the primary problem.

No, the primary problem were the things swarming him with sights aimed. One of the monsters scored a direct hit, and with the disturbance of a daze, something managed to smack right into him, his body sent flying backward with great speed. "Omph!" Raiden collided with a building, its already weakened foundations crumbling under the sudden impact, the man meeting the ground with a crunching thud before sliding for a distance. Pain was suppressed but his body was still reeling from the force that had hit him. "What the hell," he growled, the fogging dust settling to reveal a body above him. Shit. Another one of those things? Thrusting his arms forward, the claws of his fingers protruded near the stranger's masked face, a promising threat coupled with a burning eye. But an attack never came, and the dust continued to settle, and the monster he thought was there had only been a woman. "Wait." Still a potential threat. "Let's keep still." Movement grew difficult, the joints of his body unresponsive under the pressure they'd experienced. He'd woken up in a strange world, muscles singed with fatigue, and now, now he wasn't fairing much better.

[indigni]

A Chance Encounter {Kane + Miranda}

There he was again; the lower levels of the Citadel. The Wards, as he'd often refer to it in a hurry. However, for once - just this once -, he'd taken it upon himself to slow his usual pace down to the way you'd find him move around in his apartment: aloofly, in a sense. Still he'd always regard the area with a certain air of suspicion around him, for he was well aware of what shady business one would indulge him- or herself in below the upper levels of the Citadel; there were things were generally civilised and all that was not was hushed for the sake of those who wished to remain blissfully unaware of such business.

Right now, Kane was one of those people.

He'd found himself a window to stare out of, with nothing but an empty glass resting in his hands to keep him company, along with the serenity that was brought to him by naught but the vast emptiness of his mind. It was a spacious sense of calm he found washing over him in a rhythm calm as the waxing and waning of the sea. 

Click-clack. Boots, Kane heard. With a slow turn of his head toward the source of the sound, the man suddenly found himself smiling in a rather absentminded fashion at the woman he'd come to known as Miranda Lawson over time. Not that her name took away from the mystery that lay behind it at all. "Miss Lawson," he spoke with a dip of his head, "good evening. Wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, I must say." He paused, placing the empty glass on the ledge below the window. "Care to join, or 're you occupied?"

[mathematical-savant-blog]

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“I remember…She’s Cerberus…B-But...Different. She didn't hurt me...She's o-okay..."

[neurophysicist]

innatelegacy started following you

Well, hello.  Lawson, hm?  I must say that the name sounds familiar, though I can't place it precisely.  Then again, it could just be that it's common enough to elicit that kind of response.  Nevertheless, it's a pleasure, and I thank you for following back.

[liaarskiss]

((AU Meme: Dysutopian Post-Apocalypse))

The world was vacant, ground barren and air thick with caustic fumes. Everywhere, people felt their bodies crumble apart; internal functions began to deteriorate, and even the simple task of breathing became near impossible for the common man.

However, the rich could survive, so long as there were the poor and the ill to harvest organs from--life from. But the rich couldn't do this by themselves, and Artemis couldn't get this precious job without the rich. Fair trade.

[feronsrainbowconnection]

innatelegacy replied to your post: People

((This. Apparently you have to be a certain size to win your woman badge. IDK. I like to think ridiculing anyone, for any body type, counts as body shaming full stop.))

((Agreed. Again, it's someone's choice and as far as I can see there's no wrong one if that. They've picked what they think is right, and that is their call.))

salarianglitterbomb replied to your post: People

[[I thought it was that thin faceclaims aren’t the only good ones? IDEK, that’s what I got out of that post.]]

((Again, its someone's choice about their character and I don't agree with some post saying that it's wrong.)

[oldxenomorph]

FOOL'S BALL | Kai Leng & Miranda Lawson

[missvasnormxndy-blog]

((*swoops in to facetouch and swoops back out*))

[indigni]

innatelegacy replied to your post: >

((Oh no :c Will you be able to get it back?))

[ Yeah, I just... had to kind of dig into the bloody bin -- which ended up in putting on those long rubber-like gloves LOL.

It smelled of Mexican food and idk why but that just really made me laugh. xD ]

[thebioticspectre-blog]

innatelegacy started following you

Another one of Normandy's finest, aren't you? What do you want?

[mjrcoats]

Global Networking

After a week of trying to find an excuse to legitimately gain access to the QEC for the sake of his conscience, Coats gave up, set a date with Lawson and pulled rank to get what he needed.

He hated doing that, but right now, Rawling's needs were the ones that mattered.

It was nearing ten at night in London, but if his time zone maths was any good, it would be close to nine in the morning in Sydney.

Nodding to the night guard and letting himself in the main command centre of Horseguard's in London, Coats made a beeline for the QEC room and shut the door behind him.  He made sure it was locked - any attempt at entry would take a little longer then - and carefully installed the feed loop that Kimmy had constructed for him earlier.

Kimmy was the only person he had discuss this with so far - not because he didn't trust any of his remaining men and women from the war, but because the less it was talked about the better.

(That and hiding things from Kimmy, who had taken to watching him perhaps more hawklike than Rawling herself, was bloody difficult.)

He was still dressed in his uniform, having taken the late shift for the day and stayed over to make his appointment.  He activated the QEC, letting it flash up as he unbuttoned his jacket and took it off, laying it gently over the railing to prevent as much creasing as possible.

Standing in his shirt and dress blues trousers, he programmed the QEC co-ordinates and waited patiently, running early as he normally did.  He was quietly nervous, but it didn't show, his slight frown the one normally on his face these days.

[imperfectsister-archive]

innatelegacy replied to your post:

Good to see you’re keeping up on your classes, Ori. What was the assignment, exactly?

A ten-page examination of 'the subtle differences between asari, hanar and turian architecture'. The differences aren't exactly subtle, but with enough research and wording things just so, it worked out quite nicely.

[taskavirkus]

innatelegacy replied to your post: ((Taskamun doesn’t sleep. She waits))

((Legit laughed at this.))

((I'm glad my 4 AM blogging pleases you uvu))