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[acrossthcsea-blog]

“Haunt Me”

From the prompt “Drabble me”.  Music to accompany: Mattia Cupelli - Rimani

The ocean stirs him awake from deep, deep slumber. It was as if he’d sunk far below the ocean depths, resting upon the sea floor and cradled in a bed of brightly-colored coral. Eyes shaded like the night open wide, and his lungs fill with air in desperate intakes. The sensation is familiar but foreign, one he has not felt in some time.

He finds himself floating to land and lets the tide take him. Reaching the shore, he settles upon the sand and, suddenly, Thane remembers he has hands and legs and feet. He can feel pebbles beneath his fingertips and he claws at them greedily, revelling in the sensation. Clumsy like a newborn, he stands.

For a long time he walks. His footprints sink into the sand and leave a staggering trail behind him. Thane wonders if there was any point to all of this until, in the distance, he sees the reason for his re-awakening:  a shape small and gray, like a dead thing upon the sand. In the crashing of the waves against the rocky shore the name of his beloved calls for him.

Shepard.

My love.

Siha.

And like a beacon for a ship lost at sea, he follows.

Her armor catches in the sunlight and blinds him. As he draws closer, Thane notes the cracks upon her chest plate, whole patches of armor ripped off as if by a clawed beast. Her skin, pale like untouched snow, seems almost translucent with scattered veins running across like spider webs. The water turns crimson around her as the tide draws back and forth, and he feels a sinking in his chest.

“Siha,” the Drell whispers, his vocal chords cracking from lack of use. He kneels down and cradles her head gently in his arms. Her raven hair, silken to the touch, is matted with blood. He knows not why Kalahira has blessed him with a chance to see his beloved again, but while curiosity might have plagued him in life, it does not in death. It feels as if it’s been centuries since he first slept, waiting for the day that Commander Shepard would cross the sea.  

“You must wake up, Shepard,” he beckons, brushing the sharp line of her jaw with his forefinger.

Her eyes lift open and he drowns in shades of gunmetal blue.  All of his emotions, all of the ways that she managed to stir the beating of his heart, overtake him. She tries to move, but her body jolts suddenly from the attempt, and as if her pain were his own, he clutches her tighter.

“Thane….I….” she gasps out, her eyes seeming to have trouble focusing upon him,  “We did it. We beat those…bastards.” Her lips tug into a weary smile. He offers one in return.

“I knew you would finish the fight,” he stated, pride in his tone. 

Her gaze finally settles upon his face, her expression hard to read. Her breaths are shallow as she struggles to speak. “Is it time?”

Thane closes his eyes and listens to the sea. Kalahira pushes forth the waves and lets them dance beneath them, the water cool and refreshing. He can sense in the tide the urgency of life, the promise that her path must remain beyond the shore. The Drell opens his eyes slowly, shaking his head.

“Not yet, siha.”

“I’m tired, Thane….” his beloved protests, her chest heaving as she coughed. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her lips. “I’m….just so tired. I’m ready to rest.”

The assassin wipes away the blood from her lips, his brows furrowing as he lookes over her. “I know, siha. But the galaxy needs you still. The ocean is not ready to take you home.”

“There’s…nothing to go back to, Thane….” She whispers, her voice cracked as she spoke. Her loneliness seeps into him and matches his own. “I want to be with you again.”

Her hand reaches out to touch his face. Scaled fingertips grasp her own, leading her hand to rest against the ribbed, gill-like skin just beneath his cheekbones. Her touch is cool. It reminds him of the night before the Omega 4 relay, when he first knew, with certainty, that he loved Blair Shepard with all of his heart.

In the distance, he can hear the voices of those still living, calling for his siha. They shout her name as they search for their commander, desperate to find her alive.  And while all he sees is the ocean and the shore, he can sense that Shepard is still on Earth, buried underneath rubble and destruction.

They are close but she is fading. They will not reach her in time.

His purpose becomes clear. Kalahira did not wake him to reunite Thane with his love, but to give her the strength to continue living. And while he selfishly wishes to remain in this moment, to finally be together, he knows that he must let her go.

“Live well and live long, my siha,” Thane whispers, his fingertips brushing across her arm. Her omni-tool stirs to life, barely intact from her fall.

“Something is picking up on my scanners,” he hears a familiar voice, a strain of hope in his tone.

“It has to be her,” a melodic voice replies. “She’s alive, Garrus. We must be close.”

The rubble starts to clear away. He can see Blair’s chest rise and fall as her airways clear.

“I will always be with you,” Thane whispers. He can feel the tide pulling him back to the ocean depths. Thane leans down and presses his lips against hers, one last stolen kiss before he must return to sleep. Her lips are soft like the silk of rose petals, and he knows that this moment will carry him across the years that he must wait for her return.

They will meet again. It is a promise that stretches across lifetimes.

I Will Meet You Across the Sea by marianne-khalil. If the artist wishes for me to remove their art from my post, I am happy to do so. 

[oneuglyturian-blog]

Continued from here: 

Perhaps one of the most amazing things about Commander Shepard wasn’t just that she could save an entire planet or colony without breaking a sweat. It was that she managed to do so without getting her squad killed. There had been losses, there were always losses, but her score was pretty damn in her favor. That sort of extra protection, however, didn’t come without strain. 

It was something Garrus had begun to notice a few days ago. They’d been attacking a merc squad who had decided to make the foolish mistake of making Shepard their enemy. An easy shot that even a green soldier could hit was entirely missed by Shepard, and Garrus had noticed the resulting hit her shield had taken in response. She’d been sloppy. Shepard was never sloppy. 

Except when she ate her food. 

The observation had caused Garrus to keep a closer eye on her. Under his rather intent gaze, the cracks had begun to show. Add the discoloration beneath her eyes--an odd human thing--and he’d solved it. She wasn’t sleeping. Since they were only as safe as their Commander, Garrus had decided to call her out on it.

Which was why he was standing in her cabin in his usual armor with his arms crossed over his chest. Her remark causes a mandible to lift in a smirk. “I sleep on the gun,” he replies easily. “Turins like warmth, and there’s nothing warmer than a gun that’s locked and loaded.” He doesn’t actually. There’s a small den he’s made in the corner of the battery behind some crates. It’s small, but protected. Omega has made him wary of sleeping in places that are too large or unprotected. Bed? Vulnerable. Cots? Just as bad as beds. So, floor-blanket-fort it was. 

“You’re looking a little worse for wear, Shepard,” he told her, his voice kind even if his words might be construed as rude. “I mean look at this.” His talons carefully curl her hair around them. “You’re falling apart, look! Your hair is falling down.” He didn’t exactly know what that meant, but since he’d never seen her hair out of its tight bun--or whatever they called it--Garrus could only assume it was because her hair was tired, too. 

“Come on, Shep. Let’s have a night cap, and you can tell me all about it.”

@praeventorea

[herguile-m]

hi, i i just wanted to pop into your inbox and say that your doodle of shepard is absolutely gorgeous and i love your art, okie that is all

          (  🐰   )                                   oh !! well thank you v much friend !! thats incredibly sweet & i honestly saw this when i first logged in & it made me smile a lot lmao i hope you have a wonderful day bud !! 

( @praeventorea )

[solariic]

praeventorea replied to your post: i was going through emiko’s old folders (which...

this is why blair wears heels, so she can be taller than the male soldiers

blair’s got that on her, emiko cannot walk in heels, she feels like a baby deer. she doesn’t care about being taller than anyone, she knows she can knock out some knees.

[horrorempathya]

I don't want to necessarily be *that* person, but I just... thought I'd pop into your inbox and inform you that Kristen Stewart prefers not to be used as a FC because RP makes her uncomfortable... I just wanted to let you know. :')

i  can’t  find  any  claims  except  undocumented  proof  on  tumblr (and one on twitter),  then  there’s  also  this  post,  along  with  this  post.    i  wouldn’t  be  too  surprised,  any  time  of  extreme  spotlight  makes  her  uncomfortable,  which  is  why  she  actually  hates  twilight  and  poses  with  her  middle  finger,  ie  making  it  hard  for  magazines  to  put  her  pictures  in  stuff.    but  mary-sue’s  character  is  integral  &  so  is  kristen’s  mannerisms,  so  i’m  sticking  with  her.    i’m  mostly  prone  to  believe  it  was  probably  a  rumor  that  popped  up  because  a  lot  of  people  hated  k-stew  for  awhile  (no  excuse  for  the  cheating  debacle),  but  in  rp  land,  this  is  usually  a  good  time  for  haters  to  start  rumors  to  get  people  to  stop  using  a  face  claim.     none  the  less,  mary  sue  is  a  recovering  cutting  addict  lesbian  who’s  full  arc  is  achieving  everything  she  wants  to,  all  with  a  morally  upstanding  personality.    feel  free  to  read  up  on  mary-sue  &  why  the  fact  she’s  a  recovering  addict  is  important  to  me.

[n7soldiered]

Blair is 5'8, though we don't talk about how tall she is when she wears heels.

send your muse’s height and I’ll compare it to john’s!  | @praeventorea

john vc: it’s because of that one time u kicked someone in the face while wearing heels, huh

[risenspectre]

Tosses in my own Shepard to see how hot she is because why not!

hey lets play how hot is that character

Bold. I respect it. 

Ooc

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

If she steppen on me, I would say thanks. Dark hair looks real good on her, and she had a really nice body as well, and fashion sense that seems to show that off. She had what people on make-under shows would call the natural look (you know, despite the fact that there is obviously makeup). Like a light application, mainly around the eyes as eyeliner. I like that. It looks very good. The way you draw her in the last post you made of her adds the cute.

Ic

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

She looks lice when she smiles. She has a face that says that he better do as she says or she will ruin him. That is good. She also is a strong person and good fighter. But yes, the face. Nih is not usually a fan of long hair, but he can set it aside easily enough. When she makes a determined face he knows there is a fire within her, and passion is very attractive. 

[capeshifters]

💋 [ Liara or Garrus! Pick your poison on who suddenly gets smooched by their CO. c: Also hello! ]

@praeventorea (hello and thank you ♥)

“Shepard...”She started feeling the touch, but then her words stopped when she was kissed by her Commander. For a moment she was bit confused, but then returned the kiss likewise. “What was that for?” she asked after a while, cheeks blushing and her whole face flustered.

[bluesunsdusk]

🌛, 💎, and 👑!!

send me a symbol and I will tell you…

👑 which muse is most likely to take over the world

Michio. He would like the attention. Aria would kill him before he even finished the thought, but ya know. No one else on here really cares enough to do it. Therrin rather be a shadow than a figurehead, no matter what he Andromeda verse was gonna be. Though, I guess he has no choice in Andromeda, unless he’s an agent in Kadara, which he’d be okay with.

💎 which muse is the biggest drama queen

Off this blog, Cavicus Vile, probably. Or Mehrunes Dagon... On this blog, I’m not sure. Maybe Michio. Val can react strongly to things sometimes, but she’s usually over things really fast, too. Like a salarian, I guess. Nah, she doesn’t really make a big deal of most things. Dexius? Maybe. 

🌛 which muse is the biggest dreamer

I don’t know. Probably Val, and then she pulls someone along with her, because she can’t do things alone. She’d try to drag Serrus into building a big robot, and he’d be all for it, but then he’d realize they need more people, because he’s fine with coding, but he’s not a mechanic and Val is mostly good at weapons. He can build stuff, but mostly things like tiny machines and holograms and hard light, like omni-tools. Big machines are very hard. Taleen is better with vehicles anyway. Serrus would do the coding and the science. That’s why Val’s drone only gets advanced when he gets his hands on it. She knows coding, but boy is it hard. Engines are easier than some of that and she doesn’t do engines. Come to think of it... I need to change their titles on the muse list. Maybe add one of Val’s quarian friends, too, because I have no medical scientist... I’m joking, but also,, 🤔Her friend studied alien medicine and biology while on pilgrimage. She ended up existing because I unlocked a quarian in ME3 Multiplayer, somehow.

[mindthemuse]

Greek pantheon aesthetic

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicize what partially applies to your muse.

Tagged by: @bluesunsdusk

Tagging: @krogcn, @williamofwestworld, @wineinthewidow, @horrorempathy, @empathicdesign, @praecedens, @praeventorea

For Commader J. Shepard

APHRODITE . laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO . glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES . armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS . keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA . discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER . soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS . drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS . the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA . resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES . devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON . storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS . thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit dress. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare- filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. highrise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

[detershaavv]

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[oneuglyturian-blog]

Strings had been pulled to lure Garrus away from the Normandy's battery, various crew members being assigned to keep him occupied in the meantime. Once he was allowed to return to the battery, things weren't as they were when he left. Sitting on the main console was Shepard, dressed in a skin-tight black dress picked out by Kasumi. Her hair was let down, flowing over her shoulders and down her back in long waves. In her hands was a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates. "Happy Valentines Day~"

What a crazy day. For some reason, everyone’s console seemed to be having problems, and instead of calling the ship’s techs and engineers, they all wanted him to fix their problems. Garrus knew weapon modifications and calibrating weapons. He was not the one to call if your datapadd was on the frizz. And yet. There was nothing more he wanted to do than just slip inside of the battery and oil down his . . .

Doors opened. And . . . and she was definitely not here when he had left. “H . . .h-hi,” he greeted, almost squeaked, when speech abilities resumed. Blue eyes unabashedly ran over the sleek form she made in her black dress. Blinking at her greeting, he took a small step forward. “I-uh . . . don’t know what that is exactly, but um . . . you have my full attention.”

Stepping ever closer, he maneuvered himself rather smoothly--if he did say so himself--between her legs once he reached the console. “Is it alright if I stare? Because um . . . I’m trying to . . . not . . . but uh . . . seem to be having problems.” 

@praeventorea

[bloodiedbiotic]

praeventorea → bloodiedbiotic

[solariic]

praeventorea replied to your post: does your character want to be pegged? parented?...

i shuldnt be wheezing but wow i am, oh my gosh

blair are you here for the sushi or the strap on bc she can multitask

[creatcur-blog]

DATING SIM INFORMATION.

NAME: Sabiq’Ritoh Nar Shellen THEIR PROFESSION: Currently on pilgrimage. Part-time works for a scrap store. WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND: Mass Effect One: In front of Chora’s Den about to be beaten up. / Mass Effect Two: Omega Station at a scrap store. / Mass Effect Three: At the presidium on the Citadel. / On the Normandy: The hangar throughout all three games. If Shepard lets either quarians or geth die during Mass Effect 3′s Rannoch mission, he will be staying at Jack’s old spot downstairs in engineering. FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE: He loves dextro potato paste. His diet is mostly vegan since he’s been used to it most of his life because the Migrant Fleet didn’t have any livestock since the resource-to-calorie ratio of meat was way too ineffitiant to sustain the fleet. He does enjoy the turians’ meat-based cuisine from time to time however.  FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Sabiq has gotten drunk only three times in his life and one of those three times nearly killed him due to a malfunctioning filter. He has no idea what alcoholic drinks would be considered good or bad since he only ever drank any alcoholic drinks during his pilgrimage to be polite and make friends. He doesn’t really like the way it tastes. FAVOURITE TRAIT: Sabiq wants someone open minded and understanding. He oftentimes gets stressed and flustered trying to explain himself to other people since he's not too much of a talkative type, so he would like someone who is kind and understanding of him without many words. WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: He would love to see a movie with his date, doesn’t really matter where. Most quarians love going out to watch a movie since it was one of the only things you could do for fun on the fleet since it’s one of the least resource-wasting activities. IDEAL GIFT: Tickets to a live-musical performance. Back on the fleet, he was only able to watch either musical movies like Fleet and Flotilla or bootlegs of performances. When he was younger, most of the boys he knew didn’t really like musicals that much, which meant Sabiq mainly watched with the girls. WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: Once his date and basically his environment convinced him to try and drink more. He might actually like it. It would have to be low-alcohol beer and thoroughly filtered a few times though in order not to kill him. HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED: Sabiq would actually enjoy sex quite a bit and wouldn’t be opposed to casual sex. He’s seen a lot of porn during his younger days so he would imagine it as nice. However, he’s basically still a virgin since sex would take a huge toll on his health and it would cost too much to buy the right medications for it each time since he’s on a relatively small budget during his pilgrimage, which really is disheartening for him.

Tagged by: @praeventorea Tagging: @n7soldiered, @vakarianblues, @qurises, @fleurdacier (Liara T’Soni), @thephoenixnomore

[n7soldiered]

They both knew she was terrible at making food, but damn it all to hell, she was determined to give him something he wouldn't forget. It's late in the evening when she knocks on the door to his office. "John," she's already poking her head in when his name is on her lips. "Listen, I know we're light years away from Earth, but–" the shorter Shepard presents a plate of what appears to be brownies frosted with pink icing. "–I thought I'd wish you happy Valentine's Day. ...I swear they're edible."

        WHEN THE COMMANDER LOOKED UP ,   the quirk of his brow revealed his momentary surprise at finding blair at his doorway, but it soon fell again.  sharp features settled into an expression of genuine ease after so long, and the man did not stop the wee smile that pulled at his mouth.

❝blair.  you didn’t have to…❞  john said, deep voice thickened by equal parts affection and exhaustion.  ❝i didn’t get anything for you.❞    …  // @praeventorea

setting his reports aside, he leaned back in his seat, the creak in its hinges and the brush of its stiff fabric dragging against his skin brought him back to reality:  clean, recycled air inside a cabin that was entirely too cold.  his bones ached.