#oriana Lawson

[hyperfixation-loto]

dumb shit i make at 5am instead of sleeping because my mass effect/jackanda brain rot runs too deep

[illusivesoul]

"I love you, Ori"

[easternpine]

Part III, Chapter 3: Amend/Recultivate

Miranda freed her hand. “So that’s it then? My baby sister telling me how to live my life?” “Your sister is telling you what you need to hear.” She was speechless. This was all wrong. An older sibling should have more wisdom, more forethought, to see how this would all play out. Remarkable achievements aside, Oriana had a led a fairly unremarkable existence until now. To anyone else that might sound pejorative, but it was everything Miranda had wanted for her, what she had set into motion when she snatched her from their father’s grasp. Marriage, a family, a reliable career: it was all possible if she wanted them. Such a thing would be, at best, complicated for Miranda. Oriana, from whom she withheld little, was familiar with the story of their father’s obsessive care—his abuse—but there was no way for her to understand what that really meant. The unrecoverable cost of it all. How she could never again let herself be cut off from life’s infinite choices, or insulated from the universe at large. Staying in one place with one man—it could only end in heartbreak.

read the rest of the chapter on AO3

[edains]

[masseffectdiary]

Miranda and Oriana Lawson. The reunion.

[drelldreams]

Expose your fictional crushes

@radicalboob Thank you for the tag!

I should probably note, they aren’t all crushes in the romantic sense, but I do love them all. The middle pic in the third row is supposed to be Liselle - I used a photo of an asari NPC that gives me Liselle vibes because there are no canon images of what Liselle looks like.

I am tagging @sillyliterature @mintysdoodle @uponthenormandy @dreaminginstasis @spectralhero @gaysjureido @spacebunshep @danifart @kirschewine @sugarandstories and anyone who wishes to participate

[orangeflavoryawp]

Rocks and shoals??? My beloved???? Super happy to see it on your list!! 💕💕

I know! Isn't it crazy?! Believe me, if there's one WIP I will finish even if it takes years, even if it kills me, it's "Rocks and Shoals". Kolyat and Oriana, my little shits, I love them so much. I actually have about 4.5k words already written for the next chapter, but I'm not finished with it just yet.

For those unaware, "Rocks and Shoals" is my Kolyat Krios/Oriana Lawson post-war fic in the Mass Effect fandom. Lots of wading through PTSD. Lots of grief and healing and clashing personalities. A bit of salty teens. A bit of found family. Very slow burn. They gotta get right with themselves before they can get right with each other, basically. I adore writing this piece.

Honestly, my biggest issue with it is that I wrote all the posted chapters in past tense way back then, and now I write everything in present tense, so the tonal shift might be jarring for some readers. But eh. I don't have the energy right now to go back and change the tense in the last nine chapters, and if I consciously try to write in past tense now, after not doing so for so long, I'll keep tripping myself up and never get into the flow of it. So I'm just going to write it as I feel and put an author's note about it in the chapter, lol.

And since you made me so insanely happy by asking about "Rocks and Shoals", I'm going to give you a little snippet. <3 So this is directly after Kolyat beat the shit out of that guy and Oriana had her little flashback/breakdown and Kolyat kind of lost it, you know, emotionally.

* * *

“You’re lucky the guy’s not comatose after what you did to him,” she snaps. 

Kolyat grabs her wrist, stopping her.  “Yeah, I get it, Lawson.  You can stop with the sanctimonious lecture now.” 

She purses her lips, frustration marring her features.  She drags her hand from his hold.  “Do you, though?” 

He gives her an impatient look. 

“Do you get it?  Really?” 

Kolyat rolls his eyes.  “What are you going on about now?” 

“You could have seriously hurt the guy!” she shrieks, hands thrown up in the air.  “Hell, you could have been seriously hurt.” 

“And what was I supposed to do?” Kolyat growls, his hands curling along the tabletop beneath him.  “Let him rob us?  Hurt you?  Or worse?” 

“We could have settled it without violence.” 

Kolyat scoffs.  “Yeah, sure.  Because the blade he pulled was clearly not an indication of his propensity to violence.” 

Oriana throws the cotton swab in her hand down onto the table, her chest rising in her vexation.  “And now you’re suspended for it.” 

“Don’t particularly care, Lawson.”  He rubs at his temple, the one not especially bruised.  His head is throbbing and she’s not making it any better. 

“You should,” she bites out. 

Kolyat slaps his hands along his thighs in surrender.  “You’re right.  I should.  Can we go now?”  He moves to stand fully. 

She pushes him back down with a hand on his shoulder.  “You’re still bleeding.” 

Kolyat gives her a baleful look.  “I’m fine.” 

“You’re not,” she says, a sharp breath sucked between her teeth, and then she glances to the floor, her brows furrowing, her jaw grinding.  “You’re not fine,” she croaks out. 

The break in her voice throws him, and he has to clamp his mouth shut, watching her. 

She peers up at him with a heated gaze, eyes wet with unshed tears.  “So stop saying that you are,” she bites out, her anger bleeding into her voice, her exhale of frustration sharp and ragged. 

Kolyat stares at her. 

“It’d be okay if you did, though.  It’d be okay to just... kind of break a little.” 

He thinks maybe he did. 

* * *

You can read it here if you want to scream with me about Koliana: Rocks and Shoals. Please be kind. I'm a way better writer now, lol.

So glad you asked about this, anon! You have my forever love for that one. <3

Play the WIP title game with me!

[ganurath]

Imagining Mia and Riley Hurst as Miranda and Oriana Lawson.

[shadowthehedgehog1]

Those little scratch marks 😏

Ori, figuring out her couch is useful for more than just her laundry storage… 

[hyperfixation-loto]

the vibe they bring to the function

[illusivesoul]

Miranda or Jack? 👀

Henry: "Alright, take her. But I want out alive. Deal?" Miranda: "No deal"

.

Make Me Choose

Anon asked: Miranda or Jack

[drellyeah]

Drell Yeah! A place for all things Mass Effect's Drell. This is the sideblog version of the community Drell Yeah! I know communities aren't to everyone's tastes, so I figured, why not sideblog as well. (And I'm Messy, my main is @messydiabolical.)

Here you will find daily drell posts, all queued up and ready to go (2 a day are set to go out between 7-8pm EST. As the community has been around longer, I will also be throwing in posts that have already gone up there while I catch up). You can find the same posts over in the community, where you can also leave community only comments, emoji reacts and browse at a more leisurely, dip in and out pace instead of missing the dashboard flyby.

Whether you are following here, there or everywhere, a drelly welcome to you all {»˘ ³˘}♥ Useful tags for navigation Drell character tags: Thane / Kolyat / Feron / Irikah / OC's Ship tags: Shrios [Thane x Shepard] T'skittles [Feron x Liara] Koliana [Kolyat x Oriana Lawson] Kolfer [Kolyat x Feron] Kriortez [Thane x Steve Cortez] Shakarios [Thane x Garrus x Shepard] Vakarios [Garrus x Thane] Thamara [Thane x Samara] Media type tags: fan art / gifs / renders / screenshots / metas & worldbuilding / fan fiction / lols, memes, shitposts / videos /audio Misc: drell babies and children / drell anatomy details and scale pattern designs / drell gods / rakhana / the compact / thane's shades /

All gifs will also be tagged with the general 'gif' tag and any that have fast moving frames 'cw flashing'.

[drelldreams]

someone write this please i love this SO much omgggggg

fugitive miranda on the run with oriana, posing as a teen mom, working low jobs????

then both of them getting recruited by aria?

SIGN ME UP

I’m doing Miranda’s personal quest atm. 

And I can’t get out of my head the idea of an au where Miranda does the emotional thing rather than the rational thing.

Where she looks at her little baby sister she’s holding in her arms and decides she can’t let this little girl be raised by someone else. 

She poses as a teen mom, moves from place to place. To colonies that aren’t human but that have a sizable human minority because they’ll take pity. They’ll know it must be /so hard/ to be a single mother so far away from her family on earth, especially one so young. She knows how to charm. How to manipulate.

For awhile she works as a miner on some planet outside council space. 

For awhile as a cook on some private vessel. 

Taking low paying, or ‘shameful’ jobs because her father would expect her to be the head of a fortune 500 one of these days. Because he’d hear about Miranda Lawson, the best employee on Noveria, but he wouldn’t hear about Star, the best dancer in The Tar Pits.

They move a lot, but as long as Oriana is safe, and in school, and doing well, Miranda doesn’t care.

When Ori is twelve, they move to Omega. Miri gets a job as a dancer. 

But when a bunch of mercs who think they’re tough enough to fuck with Aria attack the bar one night, she shows she’s got other skills. Kills them with her biotics without even batting an eyelash. 

And Aria takes an interest. In Miri, in Oriana. Takes a liking even. And she makes sure Miri knows how /rarely/ that happens. 

They stay on Omega probably longer than they should. A year at first. Then two. If Aria knows who Miri is, she doesn’t say. But she does /show./ 

Letters about mercs flying near Omega, who’s messages she’s intercepted, transcribed on a data pad and slid under Miri’s door. 

Lets Miri and Ori borrow her quarters for the night, the one place on Omega where no one can go, when mercs come in looking for the two of them. She even handles them nicely, lying to them and saying Miranda left months ago, and there was no little girl traveling with her. 

And that’s when Miri takes a shine to Aria. Thinks of her as a friend. Something more than just another alien to put up with.

And Aria thinks of Miranda and Oriana as something more than just an employee, a confident.

They protect Oriana together. 

And Miranda becomes the first person Aria lets break the one rule on Omega.

[edains]

[explosionshark]

The first time Miranda mentions kids, it’s so off-hand, so absent that Jack’s surprised she still remembers it, years later.

It had been a long night. Both of them worn thin by the strain of the war effort: by the looming knowledge that whatever world-saving scheme Shepard has been working on is almost finished, that they’d soon be recalled to Earth for one last stand against the Reapers, that this night could easily end up being the last they’ll ever be able to share together. Technically, that’s been true of their entire relationship, but it had been getting progressively harder to ignore. An urgency had set in, by that point, that hadn’t quite dissipated until months after the end of the war.

Miranda had been lying on her stomach, datapad in hand, composing a reply to the latest message received from her sister, with Jack draped across her back. Jack’s clinginess, and Miranda’s indulgence, were strange, new, guilty things. It was embarrassing to be desperate, to want something so badly, so plainly, to let it be known. But there was so little left to lose, they allowed themselves the luxury of it, stretched their patience with each other, dared to ask for more.

“It’s still surreal,” Miranda had murmured and Jack, nearly dozing, might not have heard her at all if her body wasn’t so dialed in to Miranda’s. When Jack hummed curiously, Miranda had spoken up a little louder, still staring fixedly down at the datapad. “Oriana. Seeing her, talking to her, touching her.”

They’d talked, a few times, by that point. Another one of those facts of Jack and Miranda’s relationship that had been enabled, fast-tracked, by their life-or-death circumstances. The exchanges had been cordial, if awkward. Jack and Oriana had both been curious about each other, both unsure of what they would mean to each other if they lived long enough to share parts of their lives.

Jack had only known the very basics of their history: that Oriana, like Miranda, had been a genetically altered clone of Henry Lawson. That Miranda had kidnapped her sister and fled from Lawson, had ended up approaching Cerberus for protection. The sick irony of the whole thing isn’t lost on Jack, but she tries to push down the still-simmering rage it causes, to stay in the moment, to take the opportunity to learn more.

“How old was she?” Jack asks. Miranda breathes out through her nose, taps the side of the datapad with her thumb. “When you saw her last, I mean? Like, before.”

“Only a baby,” Miranda says, voice soft, far away. “About seven months. He’d been keeping her a secret. Probably so he could — well, let’s not.”

Jack can’t be sure what Miranda was going to say, the reasons she suspects her father had been hiding an infant clone from her, but she knows this: Miranda was not his first attempt at a perfect daughter. And she knows this: Miranda and Oriana have no surviving sisters.

The rage flicks in Jack’s chest again. She imagines Henry Lawson’s skull exploding into chunks like a ripe melon. Remembers the flare of the blast when she and Shepard had blown Pragia to hell. She chews her lip and waits for Miranda to continue.

“Anyway, I… found out. It was the first time I’d ever held a baby. I had only ever been around children my age or older, to challenge me, develop my social skills. I couldn’t believe how small she was.” There’s a tone in Miranda’s voice, hushed, like she’s sharing a secret that Jack will someday be able to recognize as reverence. “I knew we had to get away. It was the most terrifying thing I’d ever done.”

“Running?” Jack asks, when Miranda pauses.

“Yes, that. But also just taking care of her. I was so scared every time she cried and I couldn’t figure out why, so exhilarated when I was able to comfort her. When it came time to give her up I was… relieved, but also devastated. I wanted more time with her. I was convinced that, with practice, I could get it right. I could be really, really good at raising her. I wanted to be able to try.”

“What stopped you?”

“From trying?”

“Yeah.”

“I was sixteen. I had commitments, I knew that Cerberus would help me if I could be useful, but I couldn’t offer them much with an infant to take care of. Besides, they offered me a family for her - people who actually knew what to do, who could keep her safe, away from danger, give her a life where she’d never have to burn everything down and run. Or so I thought,” Miranda pauses again, smiling bitterly and Jack drops an absent kiss to her bare shoulder. “Besides, I thought I’d get another chance, someday.”

The memory has stuck with Jack all of these years because of that admission and the way Miranda had reacted.

The implication was obvious, but the past tense was troubling. The way Miranda stiffened immediately once the words fell from her lips was the most alarming thing of all.

“Hey,” Jack had tried to pitch her voice, low, comforting. “What do—”

But Miranda rolled her over before she could finish talking. Distantly, Jack registered the datapad clattering to the floor, but the insistent press of Miranda's body over Jack's, the soft bite of Miranda's nails against Jack's scalp as Miranda dragged her up into a kiss eclipsed the whole world.

[drelldreams]

remember that miranda lawson who was raised by an ice cold father, who was brought up with no friends, who never had any role model to develop empathy, chose to rescue her sister when she escaped when she could‘ve just left her there which would have made the whole escape far less complicated