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innerwar​:

                                  𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 / 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

@warisanart​ sent: "what the hell are you?“ @ likr ( cerberus like ‘here’s a weird thing’ )

long tail tucked between legs,      it hissed and scraped its claws against the lid of the box it had been placed in. it was not at all happy with this entrapment, nor the fact that several different beings had come to watch and study it.

to have all these eyes on it, and not a single person letting it out was becoming quite frustrating!

it wasn’t as if she didn’t already have some peculiar companions already, but she was pretty sure this took the cake. she had her arms crossed as she inspected it, not exactly keen on letting it out since it seemed aggressive (although, that was probably the point). she’s not sure if her universal translator actually meant this other thing could understand her (since it didn’t seem like she could understand it). “if i let you out, are you just going to maul my face off?”

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eternity burns inside of me / raw and violent with stars

Ilona Karmel, from A Wall of Two; “The Demand” (via luthienne)

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innerwar​:

❛❛   yeah, it just goes to show that       generally speaking, people wants to help whenever they can in whatever way they can, and… seeing so many people from so many different places come together to contribute really sparks hope in not just humanity, i think, but in life in general. it’s a great thing to witness.   ❜❜      he didn’t mention his own donation to the fundraiser, not feeling the need to bring up how much he’d contributed with as this was not about him. but it was more than a fair sum. unlike his father who had passed, robert was not all that interested in keeping his riches to himself, when there were others who needed it far more than him. he’d also given donations to some of the other planets who had suffered the most damages as well, as well as offering to help with restoring energy where it was most sorely needed, seeing as he was now running his father’s energy conglomerate.

she had a thing or two to say about how willing people were to help, recalling at points exactly how difficult it was to get people to lend a hand, even when the fate of the galaxy had been at stake. she almost thought that he was bullshitting, except that he seemed so earnest about it that it seemed like he believed it. which that level of naivety appeared in the privileged, sheltered kids of wealthy people. alexandra could only imagine that robert had been holed up safely somewhere far from the war. but she won’t say anything that might sour the mood. “i’ve heard that your company has been working on more efficient energy sources. i would love to hear about it. i have been looking to make some upgrades in my facilities, as well as find good ways to make space stations that are far out from anywhere be self-sufficient.”

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devoyded​:

   “Gods don’t exist. Where’s the proof?”

One lone, mad maiden on the fringe of civilized space? Hardly the empirical evidence you needed to prove the existence of them beyond mortal ken. This was all a fever dream, a burst vein of dimethyltryptamine in the dying mind of a girl who’d flung herself over the edge oh, so long ago. And other lies she told herself to pass the time.

   "Ugh, you wound me.” Only TOLERATED? How impersonal. She needed to step up just how lovingly aggravating she could be, it seemed.

 She’s about to pick up on that perceived challenge, when she feels the very air itself being sucked from her lungs. A name? A… human name. Was that-

   “What… what was it like?” Her weapon lowered, coming to rest in the dirt as she leaned forward. Sitting forward, arms crossing over her lap, she was, truthfully, attentive. She wanted to know. It eluded her, always had, so she really wanted to know. “Was it as good as it sounds?”

Perhaps it is blasphemous to call herself a god. Imbued with far greater power than anyone else, but...? But she has always been arrogant. It is strange to explain the concept of love to another. Especially to an asari, who was capable of taking and giving thoughts and memories and feelings. How could one know another in a more visceral manner than that? But it is not only in the sharing. In the viewing. No, it is more than that... Her hand reached out, lightly grasping the other’s jaw. Green eyes like earth peer into the one that she had spared. That she had not given up on her, believing there to be something redeeming. “Like if someone... wanted to meld with you...” She decided to put it in terms the asari would understand. “And saw you, understood you... soul-deep...” To the darkest depths of one’s being... that black, parasitic core... “Then if they accepted all that you are...  worshipped every part of you... willingly...”  Chosen. You are chosen! “That they vow to do so until their dying breath and beyond... that they would while they are specks of dust in space... until the collapse of the universe itself...”  You turned your back on everything we believed in. Don’t go. Join me. Her arm dropped. Retracted. She has to curl her fingers into a fist to hide how her fingertips burned black for a moment, until she suffocated the emotions inside of her. She goes cold. As Alexandra’s... as her heart... had become, in the face of heartbreak. Her fingers uncurl, limp. “To know that there is one person in the galaxy who cares about you.” 

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innerwar​:

                                   RANDOM ASKS   /   ALWAYS ACCEPTING! @warisanart​ sent: “a pleasure to meet you, mr. fischer.” ( to robert, in my chimera verse; alexandra taking over/rebranding cerberus - i guess it’s destroy ending ? )

❛❛   oh, please. the pleasure is all mine,   ❜❜      robert offered her a smile while they shook hands. normally, it was others who got a little starstruck when they met him ( not that he would ever get fully used to it,) but in this case, robert couldn’t help but feel like he related more to the average person on the street when they met someone famous. after all, this was the commander shepard. the one who had saved their entire galaxy from the reapers. it was difficult not to be just a little bit amazed at having the opportunity to meet her face to face.

there was no one that she got starstruck around. after all, she was commander shepard, saviour of the galaxy thrice over, and the leader of chimera. she had seen the power of what independence from the control of the alliance and the council could bring. her reputation brought her prestige. her past brought her confidence. they were at a fundraiser for rebuilding earth. alexandra, of course, had given a sizable donation. “it’s so nice to see so many people here, supporting this important cause. there are so many people suffering on earth.”

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devoyded​:

@warisanart​​, “Have you ever been in love?”

    “What’s love? Is that an Earth thing?” 

She’d heard the word thrown around every once in a while, but it had never properly existed within her being. Lust was easy. Lust was POTENT. Lust was all-encompassing, she had been a slave to her lust, her passions, her sins for over a hundred years.

    “Love… that one exists here?” She raised her hand to her chest, tapping her Remnant Chest Plate.  “I see flashes of it every once in a while when I’m eating. People THINK they’re in love, but I don’t get it. It’s not concrete, it’s not quantifiable. I don’t think it exists.“

Finally, she reclined and pulled her knife free of her teeth, casting the lodged morsel into the wind with a flick.

  "Do you love me?” She was giggling, teasing the force of nature that would ask her something so… odd. “Have you ever been in love? Can you love?”

“People don’t think gods exist, either.” But here she was. But there had been a time she hadn’t believe in those either: love or gods. But she had been proven wrong on both counts.  “I tolerate you,” she replied, in that lightly annoyed tone she used when they exchanged barbs back in forth, but which in reality possessed no anger. The words are a lie. She would not be around those who she tolerated. And those she thought even less of wouldn’t be alive. “I...” Who is she now?  Is... she? She is no longer human. No longer a being of flesh and bone.  “Alexandra...” She spoke about herself as if it was a different person entirely. Perhaps it might as well have been. Yet she was reluctant to reveal anything, even of her past life. But she is so lonely. As much as the universe is vast, did she feel the solitude of her existence. The words are distant: “She was, once.” Twice, perhaps. An eternity ago...

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devoyded​:

    “You do like to watch. How ever could I have forgotten?” Flashes to the moment they first met. She approaching the peak of pleasure, the other sat on high waiting to strike her back down to the dirt below. No performance anxiety in her body, Anxi fell upon the wretch with a hunger that could NEVER be sated. 

Claws, recently filed, recently cleaned, pushed slowly through soft, yielding skin. Muffled scrapes against bone set the body beneath to writhing. Forced her to mount it, to hold him steady with her thighs as she drove his adrenaline up and up and UP! Fear was such a spice, it tautened the muscles, it boosted dopamine, it made the body HUNT for escape, for freedom. For release!

    “Embrace…” Her eyes rolled over into darkness. Back ARCHED as her soul pulsed within her flesh, seeping into the vessel beneath. Beckoning the victim from his cage, into her warm, waiting fangs. “…Oblivion.” The screams, his screams, were muted as she pressed her lips to his. Swallowed him whole, both fear and soul.

The rush was almost too much. She’d not reaped a soul in so long, it was so overwhelmingly strong. The RUSH buckled her legs, felled her flat against the faintly twitching, fast fading corpse beneath. Panting, sweating, seeking OXYGEN to chase ELATION as she laughed and laughed into the suddenly cooler air. “Oh, Goddess. Oh Go- Ohh… Fuck!” Rolling off, she was laid flat on her back in the sands, smiling up at her parole officer. “Thank… Thank-”

She said nothing. Something uncomfortable (emotion) coursed through her. That any part of her might be knowable to another. Pinned down like a butterfly in a glass case. But worse, perhaps, was the consideration of that title: Watcher. How much power lurked within this form that she portrayed herself. How much of it went unused. How much was wasted. Because she must be good. She is the saint of the universe. She is there, in the moment, watching Anxi devour her prey, just as much as she was present in the depths of her memories. In another time, another person.  ( I’ve been watching you. You’re the most interesting person in this place. Violence is the surest expression of power.  I love any game where your opponent can believe he is about to win... just before you kill him. I am already sworn to help you. Let us finish this. ) The display of dark ecstasy stirred that primitive, human part of her. The cruel curiousity of wondering what the experience was like... such all-encompassing pleasure. She crouched beside her, her arm extending out, the brush of her fingertips featherlight against her cheek. “You would not have been able to be so patient... to experience this... without me.”

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innerwar​:

a patient, albeit humored smile formed on his lips      at her words.      ❛❛   your distrust is understandable. being resurrected by a man you know next to nothing about, not knowing what was done to your body during the procedure, and then that same man introduces a therapist for you to speak with… it’s only fair for you to have your reservations. i can tell you, though, as far as me getting payed by him, he’s only paying me to determine whether bringing you back to life has had any negative effects on your mental health. beyond that, what is shared between the two of us, will remain between us.   ❜❜      she didn’t have to believe him, but it didn’t change the fact that it was true. he held no loyalty towards the illusive man whatsoever, nor had he any interest nor need for the money he was paid by him.

she doesn’t believe him for a second. all this bullshit about patient-doctor confidentiality. the illusive man didn’t hire people who couldn’t break rules. or who weren’t ultimately loyal to him, above all. or that the poor sap in front of her was being lied to; the simple fact was she doubted there wasn’t a recording device getting every second in high definition. “so, why don’t you tell me about yourself, doc?” she asked. “you know, i’d feel much better knowing who i was talking to.” she honestly didn’t care. or at least, it wasn’t going to change her mind about she had no intention of telling him anything. but at least him talking about himself would fill up the time of this session.

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                                                you’d look nice ;                                                                      in a grave.

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“cute.” the word drips with sarcasm. she casts a quick glance around the room, assuming that their session would be recorded. replayed, dissected. “i thought the illusive man would a bit more subtle about trying to get in my head, but...” a sharp smile was set on her lips. “i guess you don’t care, since you’re probably getting a handsome paycheck.”

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devoyded​:

    “Ha!” A BARK of a laugh, something short and curved by rolling off of her fangs. She hadn’t much to laugh about these days, but that was fucking funny. “If I had a conscience I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be drunk, and fat in Kadara Port…” Or somewhere similar. No preference, really. Anywhere but here would be delightful.

Cookies, right. Finger raised, she snapped and pointed. Noting that she’d take that correction to heart, and try not to stumble over the distinction between ‘biscuits’ and ‘cookies’ again. They were the same thing on Athame, or maybe her translator was BUSTED after that Krogan took offense to her a few months back.

  She could attend to that later. Until then, she was more focused on wetting her suddenly chapped lips. Steadying the arm that was reaching down to the confused, dying morsel. Mentally resetting the counter in her mind from 1,825 days to 0. 

    “Might want to look away, Goddess… It’s been a while, this is likely to be unseemly~”

But she was not so quick to believe that their time together had no effect on the asari. Though she knew that the other would deny that. But five years was a long time. Not an insignificant stretch, even to an asari. Even a single day could take its toll upon the soul. And to her... once upon a time, five years had been a life-changing amount of time. She smiled at the warning. That as much as she was a goddess of peace, she was one of war too. That there was any act that could disturb her. She had seen so much. She had done worse. She unwavering held her gaze upon the other.  “I know what you are. Why would I look away?” She may have denied her for so long, but that did not mean she had forgotten Anxi’s nature. More than that, she could live vicariously through this controlled cruelty. That which she did not allow herself.  She wanted to watch. 

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innerwar​:

drawing a quiet breath, he finally looked up at her.      ❛❛   go back to living my life same as before this war started,   ❜❜      he simply stated. which admittedly wasn’t much of an answer, but he had no interest in sharing his true intentions with anyone. he might not have the intention to wipe out practically all life in the universe like the reapers had, but he did so love to see the universe in utter chaos, caused by the very living organisms within it. and while this war might have rallied the people together against a common enemy, history would show that it wouldn’t take long before new disagreements arose, which led to conflicts, which led to new wars among themselves. it was the way of life; peace could never last for long. and he had to wonder how long shepard would manage to remain simply a protector. with the power she now possessed, there was a very fine line between protecting and dominating, after all. a fine line between protection and mass-murder. he of all would know. he’d already been there, in her shoes. he knew where the path she was on would eventually lead.      ❛❛   and you? what will you do?   ❜❜

but what life was that, was the question. she does not trust him. it was for that very fact that she ensured her cordiality now. not because she cared about not making an enemy of him, but because it might help him underestimate her level of caution towards him. he may have helped them defeat the reapers, but... she could only wonder about motives when it came to that. the question is turned back to her. “i will watch. i will protect.” the words are said simply; no trace of threat in them. but what she has said is no accident; she will watch over humanity. she will watch over the universe. “there is much to rebuild.” so much destruction, all across the galaxy. so many lives lost. those who hadn’t lived to see the end of it. her mind pings briefly of the fallen; the emotions that managed to touch her celestial shell. thank you for being proud. and. you were right, the reapers could be controlled. 

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Oh darling, you only suffer because your purpose is to create art from all your chaos.

Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)

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I was not created of stardust and the universe’s intentions to be nothing.

o.o. (via infinityrph)

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devoyded​:

    “Oh, are you sure? The cosmic vice grip around my skull must’ve been someone else’s idea. Forget I even mentioned it.” Rolling her eyes, and picking herself up from the sands beneath. She’d gotten somewhat comfortable mouthing off to the specter of a spectre that only she seemed able to see. So long as she did what she was cursed to do, wagging her tongue incessantly was a beloved means of maintaining her sense of self.

    “Great. More… what’d they call them on Earth? Fortune Biscuits?” The revolver slides into the mag-sheathe she wore on her hip, freeing her hand up to go for the medi-gel she was carrying. She just knew the fun was over, why waste any time?

    “Alright, hang on, whelp. You’ll make it back to port before long…” Omnitool roars to life, a glow of digital, crackling orange… but the subroutine is not activated. Was she hearing wrong? Had she FINALLY gone fully space-mad? Did she just…? “Are… Are you serious?” Fingers twitching, suddenly she felt warm, uneasy as if her skin was too dry, and the sun was too high. “I can?”

She had not taken away the other’s free will. She had a distaste when it came to controlling others directly. “I’m not doing anything to you right now. Perhaps that is your conscience prodding at you.” Or a building headache from the scorching heat, perhaps? She cannot be sure, as such thing as temperature had no effect on her. “Fortune cookies,” she corrected. She was proud of her human heritage. Her earthly roots. Even if she could no longer be considered those things any more. She has nowhere to call home. If she ever did.  Her gaze bore into the man before her. Hurt and helpless. He could be saved, in body only. Her green eyes saw into his soul. “He has no remorse for his actions. Will have no remorse. His existence would be a waste. But he could at least be... of some use to you.” Her gaze returned to her companion, tilting her head slightly, who no doubt disbelieved her offer. Strict guardian as she is. “Unless you do not wish to.”

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uslivin​:

OPEN TO MUTUALS!   ( muse: the narrator )

having watched their story from afar      for a little while now, the narrator couldn’t help but find that something was amiss, though he couldn’t quite decide whether he thought the story had simply too much going on, or if it still lackedsomething. either way, it could do with some correcting. and it seemed he was not a moment too soon to decide to take matters into his own hands, because the protagonist was just about to make the most dreadully boring decision.

❛❛   now, hold on a moment.   ❜❜      he spoke, and the protagonist would no doubt hear his voice, seemingly coming from all around them.      ❛❛   this was a rather big decision for our protagonist to make! they didn’t want to make it in haste without having considered both options carefully. after all, while it certainly seemed much saferto go with their first instinct, perhaps it was finally time to challenge their own comfort zone a little? find their inner courage and desire for adventure?❜❜

everything that happen one horizon was fucking bad enough. being broken up with. being betrayed. but now in the midst of destroying the best bottle of booze that was on the ship as she drowned her sorrows and vowed not to reach out to kaidan, she was faced with the weirdest array of intrusive thoughts that she had ever experienced. and that was saying something, considering her youthful, partying days.  “ugh!” she said through gritted teeth, hitting her forehead lightly, as if she could knock out that stupid voice. “i’m going to fucking kill him if he messed with my head...” she still had no idea what the illusive man had done to her in the process of reviving her. she thought that he truly hadn’t messed with her head, but now she began to wonder...

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multamusaee​:

“That sounds good, ma– Alexandra.” Kaidan cleared his throat, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he used her first name for the first time. It was strange for him to do; even though she’d given him permission to use her first name, he felt it was too informal. “We’ve done a lot lately. Not that I’m complaining about the work, but I think we could all use a bit of a break.”

“Yes, I think it will do everyone some good.” They were being of flesh and bone, rather than robots. Though Alexandra didn’t require the break, but she knew that it would help the squad morale. They all... deserved some reprieve, considering the circumstances. And she wanted to show that she wasn’t an unreasonable leader. She was gently amused by how he seemed to find it difficult to speak to her in an informal manner. “And what do you like to do on the Citadel?” She asked, curious about him.