#verse || me2 (a).

[swaps55]

Me: How tf do I make Grunt's recruitment interesting enough to earn the Big Thing I need to have happen there.

Also Me: You mean the krogan mission. Where they find the vat grown krogan that AREN'T indoctrinated and Sam, the lover of krogan, still has to murder most of them? You know, the krogan who were victims of medical experimentation and had no agency? LIKE SAM? Yeah I wonder how we make this interesting.

Me: Oh my god.

[serabellyms]

“ I'm glad to see you got your appetite back. ”     ⤷ @firstkeptdaughter ✧ miranda lawson.

It had been difficult to do nearly everything since she’d… woken up, if one could call it that. Sleeping was the most difficult; eating was even worse. She kept wondering if she’d wake up and be trapped again, the way she had been the first time she’d lost months like that; coping with the fact that she’d lost another two years of her life again, except this time she’d been gone rather than comatose… it was a lot for one person to handle. But who could she really talk to about it? No one understood the sorts of things that went through her head; no one understood how distressing it was. It made sleeping terrifying, and it made food seem tasteless.

But at least she’d managed to eat something, finally, after the last couple of days. Still, it felt like it had no taste, even though she knew that was just her mind playing tricks on her; there were no issues with her taste buds, as far as she could tell. Everything just felt… dull. Colourless, tasteless, like nothing. And leave it to Miranda Lawson to notice that; here Alisa had thought she’d be able to enjoy a sandwich in the mess quietly, but it seemed Miranda had to check on her ‘project’.

“Lacking an appetite must be the least of your worries, given all the trouble.” Though her words were calm and her tone level, there was an undertone of sarcasm there; she still wasn’t entirely trusting of Cerberus’ motives, even if she was opting to be polite about it. On one hand, she understood why she’d been brought back; on the other hand, she wasn’t entirely sure why. Surely for that amount of money and effort, they could’ve had an entire army of trained soldiers. One person couldn’t be worth that much, even with her talent and capability. She couldn’t shake the idea that there was something else the Illusive Man had in mind, more than just her help taking out the Collectors.

But whatever that reasoning, for now they were begrudging allies. Trust wasn’t going to come easy, and she was sure he, as well as Miranda, knew that very well. Alisa had been keeping her distance, observing, noting whatever she could down… ensuring that she wasn’t going to be pushed around by them, but without showing disdain or hate. After all, their current goals had the well-being of human colonies in mind; that wasn’t something she could just ignore.

Taking another bite of the sandwich she was holding, Alisa leaned against the counter, one arm crossed over her chest as she spoke. “Best be careful there, Lawson. I might start to think you care.” A little teasing wouldn’t hurt; Miranda’s dedication to her job hadn’t gone unnoticed, but Alisa could tell she didn’t seem like the type to form any sort of… personal attachments.

[wrathbites]

A "hug" from behind

Since Wrex won the hugging poll hehehe

Oneshot from the “Sunlight and Stardust” vampire AU below the cut

“There’s something... not quite right about Shepard.”

Thank the Spirits!  “You see it, too?”

Wrex grumbles an affirmative, eyes on Shepard where he prowls the rubble, nothing subtle or silent about him.  It’s difficult to get a read on a vampire, no vitals to monitor, but referencing his normal during the mess Saren brought down around them...

“Stress?”

“No.  Something worse.  He’s restless.  Darker.  Angry.”

And nothing good ever comes from an angry vampire — every turian knows that.  Most of the Cerberus crew have been learning it of late.  The hard way.

“So how do we fix it?” he asks, because he’s at a loss.  Tali would know, she’d have discovered innumerable solutions through her curiosity about humanity, but... he hasn’t seen her since she stormed off from the memorial.

“It’s an affair in poor taste, Garrus,” she’d said at the time, incensed by a memorial held for their late Commander in broad daylight, held despite the lack of evidence to his demise.  Closure for the Alliance alone, not for the crew left behind, an attempt to snap the book shut on a secret they’d prefer remain hidden.  A secret here, now, still evading the death shadowing his every step.

Yes, Tali would know how to help, but she’s not —

“Hugging, probably.  Humans and asari are fond of the custom.”

“They are?”

“You don’t see much past what that little visor tells you, do you, Vakarian?” Wrex retorts, cuffing him on the length of his fringe and pinching the tips as one might an unruly child still to grow into their spurs.  Garrus spits a hiss at him, kicking out in retaliation to rake claws over the armour scuffed and scarred across the old Battlemaster’s thigh.

It’s nothing really, a light jab between (almost) friends, but it draws attention.  It draws Shepard’s attention, specifically, and he’s between them in a whisper of motion, shoulder jamming square against Garrus’ carapace and knocking him back, dark energy a crackling wave along Shepard’s arms, cresting up around Wrex and hauling him a step sideways.  Two.

“Explain.”  Shepard demands, rounding on Garrus — but there’s no time to respond.

He can picture the fangs behind that opaque faceplate, the mouth yawning wide around a snarl when Shepard’s suddenly yanked backward.

Wrex lifts their irate vampire clear of the ground, arms locked tight around his middle despite the immediate, thrashing struggle.

“You need to relax, Shepard.  There’s too much rage in your blood.”

“Fuck off!”

“Relax,” Wrex repeats, promptly followed by an audible, ominous groan from black armour.

Shepard freezes —

“Or I’ll break your spine.”

— and snaps his head back, directly into Wrex’s face, crunching something.

Wrex bellows a laugh, a challenge, literally tosses Shepard aside like a nuisance pyjak.  And Shepard recovers, as he always does, flipping mid-air to land in a crouch, braced for the follow-up charge.

And Garrus scrambles after them, the only referee for miles with so many krogan around, the only one inclined to keep them from breaking each other across bone-white stone.

“Pretty sure this doesn’t count as hugging, Wrex!”

But for Shepard — it might just be the next best thing.

[greatprotector]

      the dossier on her tablet is still running, even when shepard sets it down on the table.  while not entirely unusual to pick up stragglers [ considering her own hand picked motley crew ] she didn't expect someone else within the alliance. not when she's on this mad, hare-brained idea of hers, any way.

             ❝    you come highly recommended, moran.    ❞

@gunbash liked for a starter.

[immobiliter]

       “ The Illusive Man put a lot of credits on your head. ” Her M-6 Carnifex pistol was raised before the other man could move, or think, or indeed say anything that would absolutely fail to convince her to change her mind. She did not know Lucas North or understand truly why he was an important asset to Cerberus, but charisma would only make her want to shoot him here and now, before she could get him back to her ship. “ The better thing you can do is come quietly, ke? ”

@spynorth​  /  s.c.

[hopegained]

@furyisms: “who did this to you?” | accepting

Scorch marks on armor were all too common a sight. Eron had a mind to ignore the charred part on his left shoulder piece, at least until he was sure he'd swept the place clean. But Alisa's question, their re-encounter in a sealed-off part on the Citadel, made it impossible to keep quiet. He gave it a glance—still the same, smelling of carbon and smoke—then looked back towards her with a half-hearted shrug.

"Just some pissed off merc boss who wasn't too happy I cut through half of his troops." Barely any challenge that he didn't bother relying on his barriers. He did, however, fail to consider the barrage of missiles flying towards him in retaliation, managing to duck behind industrial crates just in time for him to get a clean shot between the eyes. "Or more. Wasn't counting," he continued. There was little to love about the Blue Suns and the less of them roaming Citadel space the better.

"More importantly, what're you doing here?" his brows furrowed, a mix between confusion and intrigue. "Last intel said they saw you somewhere with Cerberus. Didn't really wanna believe it... but, well, you're standing there right now. If it really is you."

[dutyworn]

@soulcluster said: ❛ the deeper you dig, the darker it gets. ❜ from zaeed

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ I’m not afraid of the dark, ❞    Wren challenges. She crosses her arms in a relaxed manner, leaning against the surface his beloved rifle lies on.

❝ Try me, ❞    she offers, not quite smiling, but with an air of what she hopes to be sufficient nonchalance  ⸺  he does not seem the type to respond to sincerity, so she keeps her probing as banter-like as she can; it’s no agenda, still. She talks to all her crew; especially her non-military recruits she needs and wants to be sufficiently close to. She’s friendly, yes, but to be able to go into combat with another person and do her very best, get the people under her command to be the best they can be, she needs to know them well enough to have good instincts about them. It’s true for Alliance soldiers as well, but it’s more delicate when they’re assassins, former STG agents... mercenaries. Whether Zaeed Massani likes it or not, she considers him her responsibility for as long as he’s on board her ship.    ❝ Because I’ve been around, I’ve seen a thing or two. I’ll owe you a drink of you manage to offend me, or whatever it is you think is going to happen if you overshare. ❞

[firstkeptdaughter]

“Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it’s a scary thing.”

There she is. Oriana. She still has the same eyes as she did nineteen years ago when Miranda held her in her arms, a frail, small infant back then. Looking into the young woman’s face is almost like staring into a mirror; they’re identical. Genetically. But Oriana looks different, regardless, with an expression in those otherwise identical eyes of someone who hasn’t seen the kind of things that Miranda has. Fortunately.

Miranda made sure of that, those nineteen years ago, by saving her sister from her father. It’s a decision she will never come to second guess.

Miranda instinctively smiles as she looks at her sister. And just, like Oriana did as a baby, she returns that smile in an instant. Her adoptive parents are with her, loving parents that Miranda carefully chose because Oriana only deserved the best. She’s done it. She’s given Oriana everything that she could never have. A normal family, a normal life, friends.

Then, she turns to leave. The movement feels as if one of two magnets attracted to each other were pushed back with such force to prevent them from touching. It took every bit of strength she had in her to leave Oriana. Memories of the moment when she, a sixteen-year-old girl, had to leave Oriana behind, come to the surface. It had been the most heart-wrenching decision of her life.

“It’s for the best”, Miranda asserted. “Oriana has a normal life. I’ll just complicate that for her. The less she knows about me, the better.”

She cannot hide that insecurity in her voice. Miranda wants to sound pragmatic, but she can’t. The desire to get to know the sister she had been watching over from a distance for nineteen years is palpable in her voice. Shouldn’t she? Miranda couldn’t imagine the happiness from even just one conversation with Oriana, but how selfish would it be? Once she became part of Oriana’s life, there was no return.

But, if she stayed, she would hurt Oriana sooner or later, wouldn’t she? She wasn’t like her sister. Miranda had a reputation for being ruthless and cold and in a way, it was true. As much as she loathed Henry, Miranda saw parts of him inside her. And she couldn’t let Henry near Oriana. That extended to the parts within her.

Yet, for some reason, her squadmate manages to convince her to talk to Oriana. With a few mere words. Normally, it takes a chain of well-funded arguments to convince Miranda of something, and even that could prove futile. But when Kaidan argues that Oriana should know she has a sister out there who loves her, Miranda merely nods. “You’re right”, she speaks, softly, her voice not resembling her usual tone one shred. It’s strangely tender.

It’s only when she returns, she notices that her cheeks are wet with tears. Had Kaidan noticed? Hopefully not. She wasn’t comfortable crying around people. It’s the reason why she has avoided looking into Kaidan’s face since laying eyes on Oriana.

“We’re done here”, Miranda declares, back in her usual professional, authoritative tone. As if she didn’t just go through one of the most meaningful experiences of her life. “Oriana is safe. My father won’t be able to track her down anymore.” She assured, with her back still turned towards her squadmate. With a subtle movement, she wipes away the tears from her face with the sleeve of her catsuit. Then she takes a deep breath and turns to Kaidan.

She’s about to tell him they should head back to the ship, but then Kaidan speaks up.

“Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it’s a scary thing.”

Damnit. She wants to huff, or roll her eyes, but she can’t. The lieutenant and his tendency to say such profound things in the rare moment where it has the capability to affect Miranda.

In any other circumstances, she would’ve shot back with a witty remark. Something along the lines of her not being vulnerable. But in those very circumstances right now Miranda isn’t able to come up with anything like that.

“I guess so..”, she hesitantly agrees, crossing her arms in defensiveness. “I’m not good with ‘vulnerable’. Typically I can solve my problems through more scientific approaches - or with a simple bullet.” She quipped wryly.

[furyisms]

   ⬐ @hopegained ⬎

“ i’ve already dealt with the situation.”

She was doing her damndest to, at the very least, talk to him. Talk. That was all she wanted; to talk. As much as he seemed to claim he’d dealt with the situation, Alisa wasn’t sure that really was the case; even since joining the crew she had now, working under Cerberus, he seemed to be avoiding her. Whether that was because she’d chosen to work with Cerberus, or after what had happened surrounding her death… she wasn’t sure.

What she did know was that it hurt. And that any time she seemed to try to talk about the situation, to try and smooth things over with him, he shut her down with that. Maybe it was her that hadn’t dealt with the situation; maybe it was her that was still dealing with the situation. Wrapping her head around her childhood had been one thing, but this? It was a lot to take in.

“You had two years to deal with it. A little more than that, if we want to be more specific. Two years that I didn’t get. Two years that just—don’t exist for me. So while you may have dealt with it, I haven’t, and acting like this whole situation has no effect on me isn’t fair.” She wasn’t about to stand here and let anyone, let alone him, act like everything was okay. Because while it might have been for him, it certainly wasn’t for her; she had feelings on the situation too.

[serabellyms]

" do i know you? "     ⤷ @dutyworn ✧ wren shepard.

Not the words Miranda was hoping for, that was for sure. Here she was, with Wilson of all people having attempted to destroy all of her handiwork… and she had to take care of it. She was already on thin ice when it came to the Illusive Man; her earlier… defection, of sorts, had put her in a difficult position. Part of her wondered why he’d given her the task he had, but at the same time, he knew she had a personal stake in the Lazarus Project.

But if Wren didn’t remember… god, she wasn’t sure she wanted to consider that fact. There were so many memories; memories Miranda hadn't expected to just be... gone. Memories she certainly couldn't erase, that was for sure. Remaining stoic as ever, Miranda blinked a few times, raising an eyebrow like Wren ought to have remembered her, but masking just how distraught the thought made her. "You should," she replied calmly, glancing down at the floor. "Wilson should have, too, but he's already paying for that mistake." She'd never liked Wilson, anyway; she wouldn't have put it past the man to sell them all out to the Shadow Broker, or something like that.

"Now, we have a meeting to get to. The Illusive Man is certainly going to want to speak with you after this... development." And her too, probably. She'd been on thin ice since coming back, but she hoped her desire to keep Shepard alive had earned herself back in his good graces. After all, as far as he was aware, she hadn't been able to give the Alliance any valuable intel, or at least not any that would compromise their operations. Of course, that wasn't true in the slightest; unfortunately, the Alliance had to keep their source a secret in the process, and as far as anyone was concerned, Miranda was a ghost.

Stepping into the shuttle, Miranda nodded to the seat beside her for Jacob, who took a seat without saying anything; perhaps he, too, could sense the tension in the room.

[immobiliter]

         “ Time has gone on without you. ” Even now, with Shepard here in the flesh, revived at the cost of an absolute fortune in credits, Camina continued to question the Illusive Man’s wisdom. There were other competent spacers in this system, scavengers and mechanics and pilots who could bolster Cerberus’ ranks. Why her? “ There are plenty of humans out here who do not have the Alliance to help them. ”

@akuzeisms​  /  s.c.

[aceghosts]

WIP Wednesday Tuesday

Hey everybody! I'm doing Wip Wednesday a little early since I can't post it tomorrow. Thanks to @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies, @direwombat, @nightbloodbix, @captastra, and so many others who have tagged me!

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @alexxmason, @captmactavish, @anonymousmalkavian, @clicheantagonist, @voidika, @jillvalentinesday, @theelderhazelnut, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and uhhh...anyone else who wants to be tagged! I'm blanking a little tonight. (If you ever wanna be tagged in something, just let me know!)

So, I've actually started writing again, and well it's all for Rooney's CP2077 verse. It's going to be a long one since I haven't shared anything in a while.

This first snippet is a continuation of this. It's set right after the beginning of the Phantom Liberty DLC (So spoilers, if you haven't played it yet.) An exhausted Rooney has dragged themself back to Konpecki plaza after Reed gets Myers out of Dogtown, and Yorinobu is giving them the third degree after Rooney shows up looking like they've been put through the wringer:

“Did Kurt Hansen do this to you?” Yorinobu cuts straight to, and Rooney notices the anger and concern in his eyes. “No.” Even though he sent the Barghest after Rooney and Myers, he hadn’t set the Chimera on them. Wasn’t So Mi’s fault either. Whatever had been in the Chimera was something else. A shudder runs up their spine at the thought of it. “The thing that did this to me is dead.” His shoulders drop, relaxing slightly as he motions for them to sit. They sit in the chair, trying not to wince from the pain on their left side. “I have no doubt that anyone who intends to harm you would not leave with their life, Shepard. But-,” He emphasizes the word, “I do not think you are telling me the full story.” “There isn’t much to tell. Just a standard missing persons case.” There is so much Rooney wants to tell him. They’ve trusted him with other parts of themselves that others wouldn’t be allowed to see, the parts that made Rooney vulnerable. Yet, anything they say to him about Myers and So Mi could put him in danger. And Rooney won’t do that to Yorinobu. “Things were rough for a while, but I found them alive and well. A happy ending.”

This second snippet is from a fic centering on Rooney and Yorinobu's discussion about why Rooney is in an Arasaka facility, and why they let Arasaka experiment on them. (Spoiler Alert: Wasn't Rooney's choice. This part of the timeline is supposed to be similar to ME2 where Cerberus is responsible for bringing Shepard back to life. Thanks again to Mika for this idea!):

A moment later, rational thought kicks in. It may just be an Arasaka employee coming to check on Rooney. Someone who wanted to hurt them wouldn’t make so much noise. They’ll continue with the one-word answers, the easiest way to get any corpo to leave. Yesterday, Rooney’s psychologist nearly left their session in tears of frustration at Rooney’s refusal to provide anything real. They would talk with someone, just not someone who is in the pocket of Arasaka. Yet, Rooney still grabs a wrench in their right hand, their still human one, for good measure, before pretending to be deep in concentration while working on their motorcycle. The footsteps stop, and Rooney glances briefly at the doorway. Yorinobu Arasaka leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face. Nothing inter-. They do a double take, trying to conceal the genuine surprise on their face. What the hell is he doing here? Rooney takes it back; they do miss the quiet, even if it leaves them with too much time to think about things they shouldn’t dwell on. He needs to leave, now. “Whoever you’re looking for isn’t here.” Rooney returns their gaze to their motorcycle, tone very matter-of-fact. “You don’t even know who I’m looking for.” They don’t respond. Who does he think he’s kidding? Rooney and Yorinobu both know that he isn’t looking for them. “Don’t be hasty, Shepard.” Maybe he is looking for them. But why? They feel themself tense, swallowing nervously. The last encounter between the pair ended with a glaring match and barbed insults.

And the last snippet is during the events of 2077 after V and Jackie's disastrous heist. Up until this meeting, Rooney and Yorinobu haven't spoken in a while after Rooney chose to go back to the military rather than helping Yorinobu take down Arasaka. Yorinobu mentions his father's plans for the relic, and well:

“And what does the Relic do?” They already know what it does. It turns idiot mercs with delusions of grandeur into long-dead rockstars. “My father wanted to live forever,” Yorinobu’s voice is grave, “The Relic was his answer to that.” Their eyes widen in horror, the awful insinuation not lost on them. That’s…that’s…There are not enough words in the human language for Rooney to express how awful it is. Placing the datapad down, Rooney turns to face him, horror clear on their face. Without thinking, Rooney cups his face out of concern. Doesn’t matter that they haven’t talked to him since the argument when Rooney left the facility. They’re still worried for him. “Yori…,” their nickname for him slips out as he takes this opportunity to pull them closer, “Saburo… he didn’t try to… he didn’t…?” Even after all they’ve seen, Rooney can’t bring themself to finish the sentence. “No, he never got the chance.”

[firstkeptdaughter]

Damnit. Miranda should have seen this coming. Wilson had always rubbed her the wrong way, something Jacob would merely brush off as Miranda‘s paranoid nature. Now, the doctor was nowhere to be seen, while Miranda was being attacked by waves of mechs. And Shepard? She‘d just woken up to this place being attacked by its own security systems, which, of course, were rigorous.

The Cerberus officer fired a shot into a nearby mech, causing it‘s head to explode when she heard a faint voice through her omnitool. Shepard. Had the Commander not heard her previous message? That must mean the comms channels were malfunctioning. Someone had messed with those too, then. That also must have been the reason why Jacob wouldn’t respond to her. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Taking cover, Miranda spoke into the comm’s systems once again. „There‘s a locker with a pistol and armor on the other side of the room. Hurry!“

Using a mix of shots and biotics to take care of the rest of the mechs, Miranda navigated her way through the station as swiftly as she could, running into nothing but mechs and.. bodies. Her staff. Killed. Wilson was going to pay for that.

The moment Miranda caught a glimpse of the man through the opening door, she reached for her gun, lips curling into a sneer. „Miranda? I thought you were-?“ He spoke, the confusion palpable on his face. Before he could finish his sentence, the officer fired a bullet into his head.

„Dead?“ She spoke as Wilson‘s body collapsed to the floor, something which Jacob didn‘t seem particularly pleased by.

„Miranda? What the hell are you doing?“ Her colleague inquired with a bewildered expression as he jogged towards her.

„My job. Wilson betrayed us all.“ She responded matter-of-factly before glancing over at Shepard, who was now armed and fully dressed in armor.

Miranda was unable to keep herself from chastising herself in thought. The Commander was here, alive, which was a medical marvel. She had done astonishing work with the Lazarus Project, but she almost undid those two years of work into Shepard by failing to find out Wilson‘s true nature in time. Why was it whenever she thought she‘d achieved something great, she‘d fuck up horribly?

closed starter for @firstkeptdaughter.

It was that voice again, but this time it was calling her name. It sounded so familiar to Shepard but she just couldn't place it. Female, certainly, and an association with brown hair? Her thought process was stunted by pain. It felt like she'd been in some kind of bar fight. Must have had a clean hit to the face because it felt like someone had split her jaw in half on one side. It took her until she was sitting upright to realize the voice was coming through comms. This was a real woman, not some dream or vision, and she was trying to save Shepard's life.

The familiar sound of a nearby explosion is what kicked her into gear. Adrenaline shot through her system and she pushed herself off the platform. Some kind of medical facility? What the fuck. She was in her underwear, just a sports bra and shorts and nothing else, and someone had definitely run a brush through her hair. What. The. Fuck.

"Hey," she called out, and her voice was hoarse and cracking. She tried again, "hey! I need a gun!" Another explosion shook the floor. "And some fucking armor!" Maybe she could improvise something to bludgeon with? That wouldn't work against grenades.

[cr-noble-writes]

Playlist tag game

Thanks for the tag @spacebunshep Rules: post a screenshot or a list of your playlist titles and tag some friends. If you’re tagged, send op an ask about one of their playlists (you don’t have to tho).

oh man, this is gonna be a *list*. I have a lot of playlists so I will put most of them under a cut so as not to clog up the dash.

Virtue and Volatility Playlists

Viaticum- 6 songs, 19 min 45 sec Vicissitude- 5 songs, 17 min 57 sec Verisimilitude- 4 songs, 16 min 43 sec

Mass Effect Character Playlists

Reyes Vidal- 45 songs, 2 hr 44 min Scott Ryder- 6 songs, 21 min 6 sec Jack (Subject Zero)- 30 songs, 1 hr 48 min Jackson Shepard- 95 songs, 6 hr 14 min Alex Shepard- 129 songs, 8 hr 27 min ME1 Alex- 16 songs, 56 min 48 sec ME2 Alex- 21 songs, 1 hr 21 min ME3 Alex- 11 songs, 41 min 29 sec

Mass Effect Ship Playlists

Willenko- 2 songs (so far, I just started this one), 7 min 37 sec Jack/Traynor- 10 songs, 35 min 5 sec Jackson Shepard/Alex Atruzea- 10 songs, 37 min 26 sec Alex/Reyes- 13 songs, 46 min 4 sec Kaidan/Alex- 83 songs, 5 hr 17 min Reyes/Ryder- 28 songs, 1 hr 40 min The Crow & The Butterfly- 48 songs, 3 hr 8 min

D&D Playlists

Trill- 27 songs, 1 hr 41 min Trillip- 12 songs, 46 min 28 sec Briar, Hunter of Chepaxo- 22 songs, 1 hr 23 min

Mass Effect AU Playlists

The Ties That Bind- 16 songs, 1 hr 1 min I Shouldn't Hope To Know- 13 songs, 47 min 44 sec

Odyssey!verse

Argonauts- 3 songs (currently, still working on it), 11 min 37 sec

Supernatural Playlists

Sam Winchester- 11 songs, 40 min 5 sec Michael/Crowley- 161 songs, 10 hr 20 min Castiel- 24 songs, 1 hr 23 min Team Free Will- 28 songs, 1 hr 52 min Destiel- 65 songs, 4 hr 18 min Shaking Hands- 43 songs, 2 hr 40 min Country Destiel- 15 songs, 54 min 57 sec Destiel Port Song Drabbles- 4 songs, 14 min 20 sec Supernatural- 7 songs, 33 min 53 sec Dean Winchester- 23 songs, 1 hr 26 min I Fought The Law- 3 songs, 13 min 42 sec SPN Kink Bingo 2019- 20 songs, 1 hr 15 min

Writing Playlists

Epic Fantasy Writing- my monster at 790 songs, 45 hr 40 min Dystopia- 45 songs, 3 hr 5 min

Miscellaneous

Anime Openings- 16 songs, 54 min 59 sec Anime Rap- 36 songs, 2 hr 3 min

Holy Hannah, it took me like 30 minutes to type all this. I may have a problem. This doesn't even include other people's playlists that I've saved and listen to regularly haha

tagging: @nickelkeep @rotschopf-thedrow @waidwn @swaps55 @mallaidhsomo and @polarlys no pressure ofc <3

[firstkeptdaughter]

Main Verses:

→ Pre ME2. Likely I won’t be RPing much in this verse, but it will be possible with characters who have met Miranda prior to ME2 (Niket, Lanteia, Liara, Jacob, The Illusive Man, Maya Brooks.)

→ Mass Effect 2. I just love playing Miranda during ME2 while she is still a Cerberus loyalist. I like exploring her growing distrust towards Cerberus and her incredible character development during ME2.

→ Mass Effect 3, preferably as an AU with Miranda on the Normandy.

→ Pirated Normandy ME3 AU. So this is an AU envisioned by the fantastic concept artist Matt Rhodes. Unfortunately it never became canon, but he made a fanart of it. See this post here for the fanart. In this AU, the ME2 crew is flying on a pirated Normandy and they’re both on the run from Cerberus and the Alliance. The ship is being filled up with scavenged equipment and extra bunks are being set up for additional recruits.

I am, of course, open to other AU’s and timelines, just ask. But those are my main verses.

[furyisms]

@hopegained asked:

“ we’ve been played. “

Alarms blaring was more than enough to tell her just how screwed they were. Whoever had set off an alarm, Alisa had no idea; she hadn’t set any off crawling through the stupid ventilation shafts, and nothing had been set off from here. There had to be some kind of inside source, someone who had tipped the rest of the facility off to their arrival. It was the only answer that she could think of… and it seemed the rest of her team shared that sentiment.

“Jee, couldn’t tell,” Liss replied sarcastically over the comms, cursing under her breath. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Here she was, deep in the facility, unarmed, after crawling through the stupid vents, and somehow someone had screwed them over. It couldn’t be one of the scientists; most of them were either dead, or they were cowering in the corner while she did her damnedest to figure out a way for them to get out of there.

Checking the security feeds that she could see, Liss brought up the schematics, checking where the alarms were. Not anywhere near their position, yet there were guards moving in on them. She could see another alarm, near the entrance she’d opened for the rest of their team—led by Eron, no less—to get into the facility for assistance, but right now she felt like she was a sitting duck.

“I hope you’re moving a lot faster than these damn guards are, because if you’re not, I’m about to be up shit creek without a paddle if you’re not!” Not that she couldn’t do anything unarmed—she was a talented biotic, after all—but damn it if she didn’t feel like things were going to be very difficult if she didn’t at least have a gun for the moment she was going to need it.

At least she wouldn’t be difficult to find: the sound of explosions—and not the fiery kind, but the sound of volatile biotic chain-reactions—would be enough of a signal.