#serabellyms

[kleinewahines]

@serabellyms + Spotify Wrapped Starter [Accepting] + Kat #77- Take It Out On Me by Thousand Foot Crutch

Clearing his throat, he offered a bottled water. "You wanted it to be picture perfect, but... it's not over," he said, voice rasping a little over perfect. A bruise had started to form on his cheek, a little gash over one brown eye that had been steri-stripped. He wasn't walking as tall as he usually did, almost stooping.

And yet, he still managed to offer something of a smile.

"I thought I had it all under control. I guess I was wrong," he added quietly.

[shepcdr]

@serabellyms // plotted for a starter.

if it were up to him, shepard would have long left the Citadel by now. But Captain Anderson and Udina are still in talks... about what, he has no damn clue. (If it were Shepard who had command of the Normandy, he would have dragged any information on Saren out of Udina, political niceties be damned — why forward it to the ambassador, anyway? isn't it Shepard that answers directly to them now? at every turn, the Council seem to hinder him more than they're helping him — and taken off as soon as the Council had declared him a Spectre. But he's guessing that's probably one reason he isn't in Anderson's shoes.) C-Sec Requisitions, too, are dragging their feet with the new prototype equipment that's supposed to be en route to the Normandy.

Between the interruptions, they've been informed that they can expect to be ashore for about a half a day more. Shepard isn't all that surprised, considering the involvement from both Udina and Citadel Security Services.

Shepard's never been interested in tourism. If he were at any other post or on any other planet, he would have lingered near the Normandy if he weren't already aboard it. But there's a first for everything. This is the Citadel, after all. And while the Presidium Commons aren't his cup of tea — too quiet and bright and much, much too clean, almost uncomfortably so — escaping the Presidium is quick work via rapid transit.

He's not exactly sure where exactly he got off the shuttle, but it's dense and it's most certainly commercial. The sidewalks are bustling, and the endless sprawling of sights and entertainment is impressive: a vast improvement to the numbing tranquility of the Presidium.

He finds a bar at the end of a nearby street. If he were on shore leave, he might have gone ahead and drunk himself stupid. After all, how else should one celebrate this... new responsibility? (He supposes that's all it is. For all that Nihlus spoke of the unfettered freedom that Spectres enjoy, Shepard is still little more than a sitting duck while Saren runs wild doing God knows what and God knows where. So the Council finally believed him — big deal. Until they've got Saren in cuffs, calling this a celebration seems premature.)

He turns the freshly opened bottle of beer on the counter before him. Even if there's little actual accomplishment to celebrate, having his first drink as a Spectre alone sounds like a miserable idea. But there isn't anyone in particular he wants to share a drink with. Except...

A few taps on his omni-tool, and — location sent. He goes back to turning his beer in hand, feeling oddly contemplative. (It occurs to him that maybe Williams would appreciate some context with the message. But, honestly, it's easier for him if she doesn't show.)

[downs1de-has-moved]

If Rust’s threat level is 7, what does he think Kat’s would be 🤔

An 11 probably… she’s galactically dangerous! (and he likes that)

[etruatcaelum]

[ @serabellyms | salem // winter ]

“i’m the type you want to go to war aside - not against.”

Winter paused before answering, her face composed and scrupulously neutral. Viewed from a certain angle, that might be taken for a veiled threat; or else meant to reassure, tilted in another direction. Holographic, she thought.

Of course, the headmistress of Beacon Academy had a certain reputation for… eccentricity, and although Winter didn’t yet know the details, General Ironwood had hinted that Salem was more than she appeared. It seemed unwise to presume she had spoken without care or consideration of the present circumstances. Winter–

She respected General Ironwood a great deal. No one could doubt his good intentions, his heart, his resolve. Winter would never hesitate to say he was a good man.

But the General was also, in her private estimation, a poor politician. His indifference to optics and the fickle tides of public opinion could be admirable, in the right moment, but to sail incautiously into treacherous waters was not a virtue. They were all fortunate that the Valean Council had declined to treat this brazen transgression of their airspace as an infringement on Vale’s sovereignty. They would be fortunate again if the nervous, excitable press did not seize upon Qrow’s drunken slander and her own unbecoming outburst to inflame the situation further, in the minds of Vale’s people if not in reality.

Winter held Salem’s gaze steadily; all of this ran through her mind in the course of a single second, automatic. Her father’s daughter.

Perhaps the headmistress intended it as a test. General Ironwood summoned her here to recommend her for some purpose, she knew, although she couldn’t fathom what. But if this conversation was to be a proving, let her pass or fail with honesty.

She exhaled, inclining her head a fraction. “Whether aside you or against, ma’am, I don’t want to go to war,” she said. “But if war should come to me, I will fight for the principles that have always guided me; for justice, and the defense of life and dignity. That is what matters to me. I… fell short of that, and I take full responsibility for the altercation between myself and Qrow Branwen yesterday evening.”

Even if he had started it. Winter felt a muscle spasm in her jaw as she quelled that twinge of childish outrage.

“I have already,” she said, unable to quite wring dislike out of her tone, “communicated an apology to him. I will keep my—feelings—about his alcohol consumption private, in the future. From what little I’ve been privileged to know, I understand the stakes are too high for petty internecine squabbles; I don’t wish to cause further disruption.”

[blitzbefallen]

"I trust you … but I don't trust them with you." — @serabellyms

Concern flickers in Shepard's meadow hues, taking a moment to truly process the meaning behind Ashley's words. She had no reason to be aboard this ship if it was anyone but her commanding it. Together, they had seen what Cerberus was capable of—the atrocities they committed in the pursuit of the greater good for humanity. Enslaving Thorian creepers and rachni, killing an Alliance Admiral, having a hand in the Akuze tragedy... Ashley had every right to be suspicious. Hell, even Astrid was suspicious when it was first revealed to her that Miranda and Jacob were both Cerberus.

"Well... at least they brought me back from the dead? They also gave me a ship, a crew, and a mission that I can get on board with." If only Ashley had been there when she and Joker saw the Normandy reborn; Astrid's tears were enough to even warrant a side-hug from her pilot.

Wrapping her arms around herself, the Commander—if she can even still be referred to as such—averts her gaze, taking the time to think about what to say next. Knowing that the Alliance was at least investigating the disappearing human colonies was reassuring, but what was going to be their next move? Would they truly listen to Ashley and take action, or would they quietly dismiss her claims and evidence just as they had her own? Was being aboard the Normandy SR-2, which flew Cerberus colors, going to diminish her credibility?

"Ash, is it safe for you to be aboard? I– you've told me how the Alliance has treated you and your family. What if—" a sharp inhale followed by a pause, a realization that she's winding herself up, concern for her friend abundant in her voice. Her eyes meet once again with Ashley's, taking a moment to see what they held before she continued.

"...I don't want you to be negatively impacted by this–by me..."

[stardustedstories]

Munday asks! // Accepting!

@serabellyms asked:🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl? 🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of? ✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

Oh sure! I've met a few IRL, and most of the time, it's been pretty okay, but I am a little bit more wary after a particularly bad experience with one of them becoming my roommate and it.....not ending well (it's a long story). But just meeting people is definitely different, and I always enjoy making new friends.

🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

UH, when I first joined a super long time ago, I was in the T.ron fandom, and I wrote a fic and posted it, and C.indy M.organ, who plays L.ora B.aines and Y.ori in the original film liked it. Which is pretty damn cool (but I guess technically isn't really the RPC?)

So, uh, in that case, I took the time to create a timeline for the G.od of W.ar games, since there are quite a few more than just the core five, and it can be confusing where they all fall.

✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?

I've been pretty privileged to do some traveling when I was still living at home with my parents. I've been to London, Paris, Prague, quite a few different places in Germany, went to dinner in Austria, a few different places in Ireland, to name a few. I've also been to a fair number of places in the States, too, since I've driven up and down the East Coast, and Missa and I drove across the country so I could move out here where I am now.

[tenebriism]

what do you think about OC x canon ships? would you play any?

what do you think about crossover ships? would you play any?

is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

what’s something that immediately turns you off from shipping with someone?

Shipping Asks - [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

7. Answered here!

9. Answered here!

20. Is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

I'll name a few, just to give variety.

Ganondorf x Zelda. Midna x Zelda. Shad x Link. Cyno x Alhaitham. Howl x Sophie (it's literally canon. T_T Where are my Sophies?) Aymeric x Estinien. Any ship with my Astarion (I'm still playing through BG3, but I'm all the way in Act III and have done Astarion's personal quest. Mr. Pale Vamp is rarin' to go.)

21. What’s something that immediately turns you off from shipping with someone?

I've had this happen before, but... when 'Duplicate Anxiety' turns into what feels like pure, borderline toxic ownership. When I'm getting policed and made to feel bad because I found another iteration of a character to interact with. We all get doubtful of our writing and interpretations sometimes, that's normal and okay. However, everyone is free to interact with whomever they want to, and if you're feeling bad about YOURSELF, don't take it out on your partners. I am not A Shiny (Insert Character Name) Rper on a shelf to be obsessed over and claimed. :/ I'm just here to vibe.

[hopegained]

@serabellyms: headcanon + cooking! // accepting

he's decent at it, i'd say. won't burn anything (not on purpose at least), and will make something filling with whatever he finds in the fridge. or at least tries to. it has to do with his upbringing and home; he just doesn't care much what he eats as long as it's edible and doesn't taste too horrible for human consumption lol. this is true across most of his verses, because he's always moving from one place to another so he can't be picky about the choices presented to him. whenever he's with the resistance/alliance/normandy crew, it's rations or whatever they have at the mess. that is, if he remembers to eat in the first place.

but when he does get the chance to cook, he always keeps his space clean. there aren't really any specifics to his method, tbh. they're rather simple: he gathers his ingredients in one spot on the counter or whichever clean surface available, preps them, throws all the trash right away after he's done so there's not a lot to deal with later, then gets to cooking. sometimes he hums a tune or two or sings a snippet of a song under his breath. he's more comfortable doing everything alone though since that's how it's been for him for a long time.

and if anyone thinks they want him to impress them through cooking, they have sooo many other options to pick from. he'd only disappoint them lmao.

[sailingtempest]

{Starter from s.c. for: @serabellyms}

❖

❝Much to Sid's amazement towards you, Shepard, I highly recommend you to not get her involved in anything. Even if she probably sent you a few things to look into.❞

There's a disapproval sound rumbling from the back of Vetra's throat.

Although she may not know every single thing her sister is doing - and hopefully nothing bad - she knew Sid. It only made Vetra want to step in and keep Sid from this type of lifestyle. The combat, the consequences that came with the action, the horror of going through it all. She didn't want her sister to suffer the same thing as she did or grow up in a similar lifestyle, even if these mere thoughts kept tucked away from being put into words.

Vetra's gaze shifted away from the food supplies the Normandy held within towards Amelia. If Turians held eyebrows, she would have risen her eyebrow.

[teknah]

"There's something wrong. It's too easy." - kat @ nero!

"Another day, another instance in which diplomacy did not make a successful play."

The technician knew the drill, though. Omni-tool over one forearm, albeit with limited visible interface so as not to draw attention. His sidearm still in its holster, dexterity counted upon to make it appear in-hand 'yesterday,' so to speak. Or at least, in some attempt to get the first shot before any oncoming enemy. The conference site was empty-- the representatives spoken to mere moments ago leaving and not quite returning on a timely basis.

Being in service to the Systems Alliance was one thing. At least that, Nero understood the general regulations and state of affairs. But in the employ of the Council's first human Spectre, hectic did not begin to describe just how fast-paced things could get in Katrina Shepard's presence. There was a capability for complaint in the technician, mostly dulled by the fact he did not willingly choose this assignment. More like something to get into the good graces of the tribunal that wanted his head on a silver platter for prior errors.

Who would have guessed it meant having to participate in such a large scale mission?

"Commander. I don't mean to rush, but we may soon lose the access we were provided to this facility when we landed. A cynic might even entertain the possibility we're being locked in, and remaining here would guarantee our capture. Or a killbox."

[personaei]

❛ the A in my name stands for always right. ❜ - katrina shepard @ garrus!

ridiculous meme - accepting!

" i mean, i've assumed that for years at this point and it isn't like you've proven me wrong. much. more right than wrong. maybe seventy-thirty. hey, why try to do the math, yeah? "

the turian chuckled to himself, his sub-vocals rich with humor. he sure did think he was one funny guy, so at least one person always did.

[kleinewahines]

@serabellyms + Spotify Wrapped Starter [Accepting] + Miranda #84 - Vengeful One by Disturbed

Look inside and see what you are becoming.

Brenton clenched his fist as he leaned up against the bulkhead in the cargo bay where he tended to hide from everything and everyone. No one was in here on the regular. It was a perfect place to mope.

Cerberus. Collectors. Reapers. Which one was worse, really? The former? The latter? At least Cerberus didn't turn you into husks and force you to fight your friends. Right? Right? Not yet.

It was mercenaries like usual that had given him pause as to exactly what was going on with him. He had no biotics, so he didn't have to worry about Cerberus messing with that, at least. But he felt bulkier. Stronger. Boneweave? Muscle Mesh?

He heard heels on metal but didn't look up. He knew exactly who had gone in search of the hiding Shepard. A woman almost a full foot shorter then he was.

"Miranda," he said quietly.

As the violence surges, and the teeming masses have been terrorized. The human predators all gone mad, are reaping profits born from their demise.

"All I wanted to do was punch that merc out. Not... not remove half his face," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

[spectrien]

“Did you say you move faster on your own, or die faster on your own? Because this screams the latter. You’re welcome, by the way.” - Katrina being a smartass bc something something saved his life from Saren somehow iunno shh I had to make the joke about his one memorable dialogue line okay

HE BLEEDS. HIS head pounds && with every pained heartbeat blue blood fills the edge of his vision. there trails a ghost there, pale && dark at once, garbed in black robes like death. he remembers it in parts, distorted visions, not unlike waking from a dream - no, a nightmare. the normandy; blue && grey && cold in its sleekness. eden prime; red, a paradise on fire. the geth; their smooth carapaces like mockeries of his people, synthetic muscle, sun-bright gazes. saren.

his mentor’s voice still ECHOES in the depths of his rattled mind, the vast && endless cave of it. it lies empty of all but those words - don’t worry. don’t worry. don’t worry. then the darkness, cold, everlasting && all too brief. thoughts whirl in his head, shatter against his pierced skull. betrayal sinks into him more readily than the bullet. the last face nihlus ever saw before he died was that of a man he loved.

eden prime. saren. the geth. saren. the normandy. saren. SHEPARD. she’s here, her pale face looms above him, moon-white, golden haired. her words are muffled through the blood that fills his inner ears, his eyes, his mouth. he chokes on it, gasps for air like a man drowning, spits dark blue on the landing strip’s steel floor. every heart beat is a new torture, && the air in his lungs burns when he tries to talk. 

‘ SHEPARD? what are you… what happened?  ’

[downs1de-has-moved]

♡ for kat & rust ofc

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[etruatcaelum]

[ @serabellyms | salem // glynda ]

The elevator to the top of Beacon Tower had always taken longer than Glynda liked, but she found herself appreciating it now. One hand pressed flat to the cool metal paneling, she watched the floor number tick higher and tried to impose some order upon her thoughts. No small task. They kept flying away from her, scattered like leaves driven by the wind.

Summer’s gone. Why Taiyang had chosen to call her first, Glynda didn’t know—perhaps grief had stricken every practical consideration from his mind, and he’d turned to her as a friend more than colleague—but she was glad. Better for Salem to hear it from someone calm, first.

The elevator glided to a halt, and Glynda released her breath sharply. Calm wasn’t the right word for what she felt as she stepped into the headmistress’s office; she didn’t feel much of anything at all, as though every emotion had been blasted out of her and left only a charred suggestion of feeling behind. She supposed she might call it shock.

“Professor Witchhazel,” she said, with a little too much formality. Stilted. Clearing her throat, she moved to stand at a more comfortable distance from the desk. “I���”

The words have bad news dried up, inadequate somehow. Glynda was no stranger to death. Gods knew Salem wasn’t either. Familiarity did little to soften the blow, or ease the burden of sharing it.

Better to just say it. Salem didn’t need to be told that Glynda had come to deliver bad news: a single glance would have sufficed even if the lateness of the hour and the unannounced intrusion had somehow escaped her notice. Glynda took a deep breath as she lifted her head to look the headmistress in the eye.

“Summer Rose is dead,” she said, stripped of inflection. “I’m not sure of the details: Taiyang called about ten minutes ago, and all he could tell me was that Raven’s bond to her has been severed. He’s on his way here from Patch now.” Her gaze flickered down. “I gather he wants to know where you sent her. He was… very nearly hysterical over scroll; I thought it best to inform you before he arrives.”

[vhenallins]

what the hell are you doing ? - rayla @ callum (who probably just had some stupid or insane idea let's be honest)

Inbox Prompt / Accepting / @serabellyms

"I am trying to get the star on top of the tree!"

His voice strains as he struggles. His feet on the stairs railing as he stretches out towards the tree in the corner. The scent of pine and cinnamon fill his nose as he reaches for the top.

Logically, he could use magic for this. But where's the magic in that for the holidays? Besides this is personal now. He has a silent vendetta against this specific tree.

"And no, I don't need help. I've got this," he gives her a goofy grin, yet he almost slips and uses the walls to hold himself up. "See? Easy peasy, it's the tree that's giving me trouble." He huffs and pouts.