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cosmerelists · 10 months

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Ranking Cosmere Dads for Father’s Day

It’s Father’s Day! In honor (?) of this holiday, I’ve put Cosmere dads into a tier list. So who are the best & worst dads in the Cosmere?

[Spoilers for all Cosmere works, including Tress of the Emerald Sea!]

S-Tier: Best Dads in the Cosmere

Lem, Rock

Here we find dads who support and love their kids, no matter what. Lem, Tress’s dad in Emerald Sea, actively helps his daughter sneak off the island to rescue the man she loves, calling in all of the favors he’s built up by being an all around great dude. Rock, from Stormlight Archive, loves his family. Even though he believes very strongly in the jobs-by-birth-order tradition, when his daughter Cord decides to abandon pacifism and join the fight, he supports her. We love dads who help realize their daughters’ dreams, even when those dreams may differ from the dad’s own worldview!

A-Tier: Really Great Dads

Wax, Eventeo

Eventeo, Sarene’s dad in Elantris, and Wax of Wax and Wayne fame, are both excellent dads. Eventeo supports his daughter Sarene as best he can, although he doesn’t always realize how Sarene is really feeling. When Sarene arrives in Arelon to find her fiance “dead,” she’s determined to stay in order to maintain the treaty that her marriage has created--but Eventeo wants her to know that if she wants to come back home, there will always be a place for her. Wax seems to be a great dad to Tindwyl and (sigh) Maxillium, and he flies his kids around! That’s pretty fun.

B-Tier: Pretty Good Dads...Most of the Time

Kelsier, Elhokar, Stormfather

I’m counting Kelsier as Vin’s dad, for the record! Elhokar from Stormlight Archive has a baby son, and the Stormfather is the father of the Honorspren like Syl. These dads definitely try to do right by their kids. Kelsier is a good dad to Vin, overall. He may not support her love for Elend at first, but when push comes to shove, he does risk his life to save Elend just because Vin loves him. And he loves and supports Vin the whole way through. Elhokar doesn’t really have much to do with his little son, but he does try in the end to rescue him and dies in the process, so that has to count for something, right? The Stormfather has, uh, trouble supporting his kids because he’s so paranoid that the oaths will kill them, but when push comes to shove, he really has no choice to accept their oaths. That’s support! Albeit forced by his nature as a spren, etc. All of these dads do intend the best for their kids, but they’re maybe a tad problematic about how they go about it.

C-Tier: They, uh, Mean Well I guess?

Dalinar, Lirin, Taravangian

Dalinar is tricky because he may be a pretty solid dad now, but hoo boy was he not such a great dad in the beginning. He barely remembered that Renarin existed, and he spent most of his time wantonly slaughtering people. So on average, I put Dalinar at C. I may get in trouble for putting Lirin so low but LISTEN. He called Kaladin a MONSTER. He REFUSES to accept his son as he is! But, like, I know he loves Kaladin and means well, etc. Taravangian may be a villain, but as a father, he does make darn sure his kids & grandkids are outside of his schemes so that they won’t be implicated and he trades the whole world for their safety. Which would be sweeter if not for the “everyone else can die for all I care” angle.

D-Tier: They Basically Suck As Dads

Charlie’s dad, Iadon, Dedelin, Tevidian, Gavilar

Now we get to dads who are lowkey abusive. Charlie’s dad from Tress of the Emerald Sea tried to force his son into an unwanted marriage, and when that didn’t work and Charlie ended up kidnapped, he just sort of shrugged and replaced Charlie with someone else. Wow. Iadon, Raoden’s father from Elantris, was paranoid and grumpy and his son was actively working to undermine him. Iadon in turn barely batted an eye when he had to throw his son into Elantris. Dedelin, Siri’s and Vivenna’s dad from Warbreaker, so favored his daughter Vivenna that he sent his unprepared and innocent daughter Siri to what he thought was her death. And finally, Tevidian (Vin’s biological father from Mistborn) was Lord Prelan. He goes into D-tier almost by default. We don’t know much yet about Gavilar’s relationship to his children, but he did try to make Jasnah marry AMARAM, and he seemed to feel scorn for Elhokar. That’s not great material for a father’s day card.

F-Tier: Actively Harmful To Their Children

Edwarn, Lin Davar, Straff

And finally, the dads who are ACTIVELY and SUPREMELY abusive! Edwarn is Wax’s uncle apparently (I thought he was Wax’s dad whoops), but I think he fulfilled the dad role. Anyway, he tried to have Wax KILLED. Lin Davar was an abusive nightmare to all of his kids (and I’m including Shallan) until Shallan had to kill him to save his brother.

And Straff. Straff (Elend’s dad from Mistborn) is the worst dad in the Cosmere. Bad to his son Elend. Bad to everyone his son loves. Bad overall. I can’t even. I’m so glad he got cut in half with a giant sword.

H-Happy Father’s Day, everyone!

#cosmerelists #did I forget anyone? let me know in tags!#cosmere #Lem #Rock #Iadon #Eventeo #Kelsier #Elhokar #Stormfather #Lirin #Taravangian #Dalinar #Gavilar #Tevidian Tekiel #Dedelin #Edwarn #Lin Davar #Straff

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shouldprobablybereading · 2 years

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Unnamed mothers that I think sanderson should at least wob some names for

Mrs. Venture, he has said he has info about her written down and I want it

Mama Kholin, the only thing we know about her is that she died young, liked azish curtains and designed the kholin glyph™, give her at least this much. would also want their fathers name just for practical family three reasons (tho I do find him being named “dalinars father” on gavilars wiki profile to be very funny)

Raodens mother, why is she even dead? Why not just let his stepmother be her? So she wouldn’t grieve him, well neither did his father. Also sarenes mother, since she is actually alive

Vins mother, this woman actually kinda had plot relevance, maybe give her sister a name while you’re at it?

Siri and vivennas mother

#I’m not countings shallans mom since it is implied that we will learn more about her #I am scrambling for any info on these ladies #cosmere #stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #mistborn #elantris #warbreaker #like the list of unnamed female characters go on #but these are directly related to main characters and referenced in the story (well some)#if sarenes unimportant brother can have a name so can her mother

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lieutenantabrudas · 6 months

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yeah okay i gave up and cheated on the shading, so sue me. yes that's a prosthetic arm i did my best

this is sinatina "sina" kryik, born sinatina varilin, my oc for nihlus's mother. she's a bounty hunter by trade, daughter of a freelance merc vitevia and a weapons dealer on omega kaesso. she had nihlus fairly young, when she was 24 and thought she was invincible. nihnih was the result of a one-night stand with a passing military officer, and she was not prepared at all. luckily for her, her occasional job partner and regular FWB fellow freelancer martelian "marty" kryik happened to come a-calling while she was having her breakdown about the surprise pregnancy, and he, being something of a charming rogue himself with a soft spot for the ladies, sat with her and let her cry and promised to help her out with whatever she chose to do. so when she chose to keep the baby, marty volunteered to help her raise him.

throughout the pregnancy, sina realized she was actually falling in love with marty, and it was cemented when baby nihlus was born and marty took to him like he was his own. when nihlus was two, they made it official, got married, and sina took marty's name and tattoos. they took turns on jobs so nihlus wasn't left home alone, did the best they could to give him as good a life as a couple freelance mercs in terminus could provide... and agreed to never, ever tell nihlus marty wasn't his biological father, or talk about it between themselves, in the hopes that maybe they could eventually believe it, too. he came out looking close enough that they could pass it off as standard genetic nonsense, so it was fine. it was fine.

the truth came out after marty died. sina just didn't want her little baby boy to end up the same way as his dad, and things got heated, and they both said things they could never take back. nihlus didn't speak to her for thirteen years, and only started again after a long talk with saren.

this piece is how she appears in my fic in the land of giants, where she's been the pov of an interlude and will be arriving in the main narrative very soon! she's 93 years old and merc work + bounty hunting obviously hasn't been very kind to her, but shit, it pays the bills. the krysae is a gift from nihlus, their relationship is still a little rocky at times, but she's still his mom and he still loves her and worries about her doing dangerous work at her age, so he sends back a chunk of his spectre paychecks and occasional fun toys for her when he can.

#mass effect #turians #turian oc #mefanart #mass effect oc #sinatina kryik #drawing #digital

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striderincosmos · 1 month

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WIP Whenever

As tagged by @swaps55, and inviting any who wish to participate! (I'm not exactly linked to many writers on here just yet)

Here's a sneak peak (a nice, long one) between Nathaniel 'Nate' Shepard and Garrus on their way to Feros in Spectre Echoes: Memories and Portents!

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The crew area was a rather bustling place at the moment, what with the new additions to the crew. It made Garrus stand out even more at the table, dressed in a shirt and pants that accommodated the slight crest of his upper back.

Nate took a seat next to him, a human beer in one hand and a turian brew from a case he’d had assigned to the Normandy’s cold storage in the other. “Evening, Garrus,” he said casually, offering the brew. “How are you holding up?”

“Rather well, honestly,” Garrus said as he took his drink, opening it and taking a sip. “This sort of environment is easy for me, no matter the species. I might have decided to go to C-Sec over joining the reserves in a decade or so, but you can’t beat out nearly a decade of military training.”

“What made you go into C-Sec in the first place?” Nate asked.

“It was the family business,” Garrus shrugged. “My father had been C-Sec before getting pulled out from the Reserves for Relay-314, and his father before him had done the same thing. Still don’t know why the old man went into politics, though. Even C-Sec is simpler than that.”

Nate shrugged. “I try to avoid politics. When you have a camera pointed at you more often than not…”

“I can see how that’d be the case,” Garrus said, pausing for long moments. “So, I’ve got a question for you about Saren.”

“Funny enough, I’ve actually got one for you, too,” Nate said. “You first.”

“Are you really planning on trying to arrest Saren and drag him in front of the Council after what he’s done?”

Nate ruminated on the query with a pull of beer. “It’d be what the Council wants done, most likely. Saren’s dangerous, but if we can subdue him, he needs to face due process.”

Garrus’s mandibles drooped slightly, the action looking almost like a grimace. Or a sneer. “There’s a lot of risk to that too, though. He isn’t the best Spectre the Council has for nothing. He could probably find half a dozen different ways to escape during transit to the Citadel, let alone what he could do if he was on it.”

“We know he’s the most dangerous person in the galaxy,” Nate said assuringly. “If there’s anyone who can guard him, it’s going to be all of us and the krogan along for the ride.”

“That wouldn’t stop the Council from offering clemency, or just finding some way to sweep this under the rug,” Garrus retorted. “But taking him in is the way it’s done by the book, isn’t it? ‘Do it right, or don’t do it at all’.”

Nate frowned slightly at the rather bitter invective. “And who said that?”

“Lucrius Vakarian,” Garrus said, washing the name back down with a pull of his brew. “Among the most renowned detectives on the Citadel. Spirits know he said to me more times than I can count.”

“Not a regulations guy, then?”

Garrus sighed quietly. “I get why they’re there. I get that they’re useful. My father and C-Sec drilled that into me well enough. But sometimes, in order to resolve a situation permanently, completely, the regs, and the people who enforce them, can make it so that a solution becomes a stopgap. People get away. Innocents get taken advantage of or hurt when they don’t need to.”

Garrus was silent for a moment. “Take Doctor Saleon.”

“Who’s that?”

“He was — probably is still — one of the leading figures of the Citadel’s black markets. Specifically in grown organs. Real mean bastard. In a place where a krogan who’s well-connected enough could drop 40,000 credits for a full quad transplant to try and counteract the genophage, Saleon was a unique brand of fucked up.”

“See, there was an increase in organ trade, well beyond what we expected. We managed to confiscate some, and do some genetic tests. It was a bit of a mess, but it led us to a very lively turian who was very insistent that he was not, in fact, missing his liver. We ran a background check, and saw he worked for the aforementioned doctor.”

“What did you do next?” Nate asked.

“We brought him and some of Saleon’s other former employees in for questioning. While I was interviewing one of them, I noticed something suspicious. One of the detainees, a human, started bleeding from his abdomen during questioning. Pretty badly, too. We offered to patch him up, and he got panicky.”

Garrus paused, was silent for long moments. “We found dozens of incision scars on him. Some of them fresh, like the one that gave him away. Others much older. That’s when we realized this sick bastard Saleon wasn’t just employing people. He was testing on them. Growing the organs right inside of them, then cutting them open, harvesting them, and selling them off. Most of the test subjects were poor, desperate. They only got a small cut of the profits from any sale, and only if the organs were viable. If they weren’t, he just… left them inside them.”

The beer wasn’t very appealing to Nate anymore, and he set it on the table at arm’s length. “What happened then?” he ventured.

“We went out to go and put the cuffs on this guy. But he rigged his lab to blow, ran as soon as his mules started getting pulled in by C-Sec. Took some of his ‘employees’ with him to the nearest spacedock. By the time we found where he was, the ship he stole was already leaving. He threatened to kill who were now his hostages if anyone tried to stop him.”

“And he got away?” Nate said incredulously.

Garrus nodded. “I ordered Citadel defenses to intercept and fire on him, but C-Sec HQ countermanded my order. They were worried about the hostages. Worried about civilian casualties for how close he still was to the city arms. I told them the hostages were already the next best thing to dead, that this was just the cold, hard calculus of stopping a criminal like this now and for good. But they wouldn’t listen.”

Nate sighed. “Sounds like a recipe for hating where you work.”

“To put it mildly.” Garrus chuckled darkly. “I went to Executor Pallin, the man in charge of C-Sec, and told him what I thought about the situation and the policies that made it happen. He told me if I didn’t like it, then I could quit. To be honest, I almost did, just to spite them.”

“As tough a choice as it is, the lives of the hostages were as important as catching Doctor Saleon,” Nate said pointedly. “If we didn’t care about the lives of those threatened by the people we want to bring to justice, how different are we from them?”

It was silent between them for a moment before Garrus sighed quietly. “You know, I can see where you’re coming from. I just wish we could have stopped Saleon as well.”

Again it was silent. “So,” Garrus said after a moment, “what was your question?”

“You’ve got a personal stake in this,” Nate began. “I won’t begrudge that, and I won’t discount that we might need to kill Saren to stop him. But if we do manage to capture him… can I count on you to let justice play out?”

Garrus was silent for long, contemplative moments. “As much as it might grate at me…” he finally said. “I’ll trust your judgment. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Shepard. However the stellar wind blows, I’ll follow your lead.”

Nate nodded. “I’m glad you have my back, Garrus.”

“I mean hey,” Garrus said, his mandibles implying a slight grin, “I get to learn what a Spectre looks like from you. Thus far, I’d say I’ve got a pretty good mentor.”

#WIP Whenever #mass effect #fanfic scene

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astorythatwritesitself · 1 year

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Re-intro time? Re-intro time

About Me & This Blog:

• Paine. Queer, 30, any pronouns. I follow back from dr-paine!

• Writing for 20+ years in some capacity

• Genre of choice is Fantasy. (High, low, slice of life or ungodly horror, mixed with sci-fi or the most classic Medieval sword and sorcery bullshit, I just need a touch, even if only implied, of magic.) I don't delve much into NSFW but it may come up; in any case: please only follow if you're 18+, and treat this blog with the mindset of 'creator chose not to use archive warnings'.

• I crave interaction, especially via tag/ask games - seriously. I reblog a lot of them. Do Not Hesitate. (And I always try to send an ask if you reblog any from me!)

• Hobbyist writer - I'm not aiming to be published, but I do want to improve my skills and eventually like... 'win a NaNo' in the sense of writing a complete, longform story one of these days. But also having fun is a priority, and ADHD + work is a cruel mistress, so I'll jump between WIPs on a whim, or just. Drop shit for months on end lol.

Vague List of Active Projects

While I have a ton of ideas, these are the ones that actually have like... any sort of substance to them, whether it's actual words or just a solid outline + desire to work on it. Each will eventually get a dedicated links/resource post, but for now, here's the basics!

Relentless As The Tide

(Mass Effect fics (roughly) following canon events/characters)

Adrian Shepard has been primed for heroism her entire life. Her first chance ended in a tragedy, one neither she nor the Alliance has ever properly owned up to. Saren's betrayal and the beacon's vision offer her the chance to atone for her failure at Akuze, and she'll do everything in her power to do so - even (and especially) if it kills her in the process.

Or so she believes - but uncovering the truth means looking for allies, and the more she gathers, the harder it becomes to believe that her death should - or can - be the end; and that perhaps heroism is just a means of distraction from confronting her own demons.

Unnamed Pokemon Project

(Loose follow through/retelling of Pokemon: Soul Silver)

Giovanni Rossi, former leader of the Viridian City pokemon gym, has confessed to heading the infamous Rocket organization, whose poaching and illegal trade has devestated the Kanto ecosystem for the past twenty years. However, he claims it was all for a good cause - just prior to founding Rocket, Giovanni had been part of a team trying to create artificial pokemon... and their most viable subject escaped. Rocket existed for the sake of tracking down and eventually overpowering this creature, but now... well, he wishes those in the Kanto and Johto regions the best of luck.

Following a break in at the New Bark Town lab, an assistant to Professor Elm - a reclusive young man named Linden - tracks down the suspect, only to find it's none other than Silver Rossi, Giovanni's own son. The boy claims he wants to take down the creature his father helped create and clear his own name from the scandal... and Linden has reasons of his own that make him want to see how things play out, even if it means he must shadow Silver's journey by embarking on one of his own.

Unnamed OC Project

(Original fantasy work)

In a world of faded magic, Elora Ryba cares little for talk of soon-to-come saviors or the sightings of dragons. No, she has other things on her mind - return to the town she was forced to leave over ten years ago, and steal its most precious treasure. And, ideally, marry her, as Elora promised that night she was forced to flee.

Which is why Elora's spent the past month searching for a priest corrupt enough to join a pirate's crew, but not corrupt (or worse, moral) enough to turn her in, and she thinks she's finally found one.

#writeblr #writeblr intro #hi i have a lot of emotions over lizards

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otemporanerys · 2 months

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Writing Patterns Tag Game

thanks to @cr-noble-writes for the prompt! Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

True Blue

Garrus didn’t know why he couldn’t stop banging his head against the wall trying to nail down the Saren case. Everyone was telling him to give it up, calling it an impossible task, and he was just about starting to believe them. His career was hanging on this; the next few days were the most important of his life.

So, really, he should’ve expected her to show up. She always did when something big was about to happen. 2. Life Behind Enemy Lines

“Commander Farvardin,” said the man at the other end of the galaxy, drawing a cigarette to his lips. “Or do you prefer Shepherd?”

Shepherd’s talons dug into the palm of her hands. She’d really hoped he would be in the room with her – then she’d at least have had the option of attack.

“Shepherd is fine,” she said, with practiced evenness. “What do you want?” 3. Any Port in a Storm

Garrus didn’t know what he was planning to do with the two hours before they hit the Omega-4 relay, but potentially the last thing he expected was a summons to Miranda’s quarters. Actually no, that wasn’t quite the last thing – the very last thing he expected was for her to, without so much as a word of explanation, slam him against the wall and attack him with her mouth. 4. Small Problems

There were two kinds of private libraries in this world: those intended to store books, and those intended to make visitors feel stupid and inferior, and the one Garrus and Shepard were standing in was definitely the latter.

5. Priceless

The most important quality a thief could have – the bit that set apart the professionals from the amateurs – was that you always had to act like you owned the place.

6. Diamond in the Rough

War was really fucking stressful.

7. Bitter Harvest

The forest was quiet and bright; dry leaves crunched under Hastings’s hooves, and the air was pleasantly cool against Anderson’s face. Someone else might have taken pleasure in that rare stillness, but all it did was leave him on-edge. Wariness and suspicion were a witcher’s constant companions, or at least they were for him. 8. In the Bleak Midwinter

No child older than nine had ever survived the Trial of the Grasses, and most potential witchers were brought in younger than that. Most were orphans; some were abandoned; and not an insignificant minority were sold off by drunkard fathers or harlot mothers. The trainees were taken to castles in the middle of nowhere and raised by a group of fatherless whoresons who themselves had been raised by other, older fatherless whoresons.

In short, Shepard’s upbringing had been lacking in a lot of things taken for granted by those raised in normal families; so whenever she entered a town and saw Yule decorations strewn about the place, her first thought was always Oh, great, the inn’s going to be rammed.

9. Bedside Manner

The cave was cold and dirty and dank, and above all it was small.

10. Interregnum

The cost of a day pass at the gym was, frankly, extortionate, but Gareth paid it anyway. It was the closest one to the clinic, he was desperate to hit something, and it was probably better if it wasn’t an orderly. Patterns... I'm very acutely aware of my in media res problem 😅 If anyone spots anything else, let me know! Tagging @kalliesa @angry-jager @dispatchwithlove @dwarrowdams @misseffect @aevallare

#mass effect #fic chat #tag game

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gamerkitten · 11 months

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Reunion

He had to be dead.

Maybe he had caught a bullet from a lucky merc and this was his brain tormenting him in his last moments.

"Shepard?"

"Garrus, is that you?"

She looked the same. Same dark hair, piled atop her head in a bun; sweat pasting escaped tendrils to her face. Her eyes were the same shade of amber, her face marred by a few scars but still sprinkled with freckles a slightly darker shade of brown then the rest of her skin.

But she was dead.

The message reaches him at home, on Palaven, his omni-tool beeping frantically. Seeing it's from Joker, he ignores it with a mental reminder to reply later. Right now, he's in the middle of cleaning his rifle.

"Garrus!"

His sister, Solana comes rushing into his room and he knows that something is wrong.

"Sol, what is it," he rises, leaning the gun against the wall, "is it mom?"

"Garrus," her voice is steady but her sub-vocals tell him she's anything but," Garrus, I'm so sorry-"

"What is it?" He snaps

Wordlessly, she crosses the room and switches on the television. The news is on and in the corner is a photo of...

"Shepard."

He struggles to make sense of what he's seeing, what he's hearing.

"It is a dark day for the galaxy," the news anchor says mournfully, " the Normandy has been destroyed with multiple casualties, including Commander Cassia Shepard, who defeated the rogue specter Saren Arcturis on the Citadel 1 month past."

The world falls away and he nearly falls with it, legs buckling beneath him only to be caught by his sister and led to his desk where he is lowered into his chair.

"Garrus-"

"I-I'm fine Sol," he hears himself say, "I just need to be alone."

"Are you sure-"

"Out."

It comes out as a growl and she takes the warning and leaves. Once she's gone, he flings a datapad across the room, tears blurring his vision.

He had just talked to her, what, two weeks ago?

And now she was gone. He felt cold, numb. This couldn't be happening.

Tapping at his omni-tool, he pulled up Joker's message.

"Garrus, I- fuck," Joker's voice comes through, raw and ragged with greif, " I didn't want you to find out through the news. Shepard's gone. She- she got spaced when the Normandy was attacked. She saved me and- fuck man, I'm sorry."

He couldn't say what exactly happened in the weeks following that message, most of it was blurred by the wonderful amnesiac qualities of Turian brandy. Eventually that wasn't enough. He couldn't stand it, the way Sol constantly checked up on him; seeing the face of his best friend on every tv screen, knowing that he would never see her again. Never...

He returns to the Citadel and C-sec, but it isn't the same. How could it be?

The red tape that merely annoyed him before now adds to a slowly simmering rage.

He tries, spirits, does he try.

He tries to push against the official line that the war is over with the defeat of the Geth and Sovereign, tries to do good, tries to do his Commander proud.

Something in him snaps.

The catalyst is a smuggler, bringing red sand and spirits knows what else onto the Citadel. Red tape, too much for him to bypass, stops him from getting to him so he quits, much to his father's immense disappointment.

A little squeezing produces a name. A little more produces a place: Omega. Garrus is on the first shuttle out.

Upon landing he immediately takes down a Vorcha mugging an elderly human with a well placed hit with his rifle butt. The woman is thankful, calling him an angel;some type of human guardian spirit.

Later he finds another Turian at the Afterlife while drowning his sorrows and the two decide to take the fight to Omega's gangs.

After that, more join up until he has a squad, 12 strong, helping to clean up the streets of the space station and earning both the adoration of the locals and a new nickname: Archangel.

Adoration isn't the only thing their war earns them; credits roll in as well. His men want to take it easy, slow down, but he won't hear it. Partly because he knows they're doing good work and partly because he doesn't know what he'll do if he doesn't have a target in his scope.

He pushes too hard.

Sidonis's betrayal catches him completely off guard. Lured away with a lie of an operation, he returns to carnage. His crew lies dead or dying throughout their hideout and Sidonis is nowhere to be found. As he does his best to keep the survivors alive, he can feel the old rage coursing through his veins as he clears out the invading gang members one by one.

Sidonis is going to pay.

He's exhausted. The bodies of his crew are starting to smell, and he's running low on ammo. He pulls the trigger and another merc falls, they've long since stopped sending their best and he's long since stopped feeling bad about the inexperienced cannon fodder being sent after him.

Still, it won't be long now.

Moving into cover, he opens his omni-tool and does something he hasn't done in a long time.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad."

"Garrus? What's that sound?"

He peers through the scope and drops another merc.

"Target practice."

"Then call back later."

"I-I don't think I'll be able to do that," he sighs, "too many targets."

"...I see."

Another merc falls but there are four more coming to take his place.

"Listen, Dad, I don't have a lot of time left," he says, popping out the heat sink, "I just wanted to tell you, you were right. About everything. I'm sorry we fought so much."

"Don't worry about that now," his father replies, to an untrained ear he might have sounded calm, "these...targets? Are they moving fast?"

"Not fast enough," he's looking through his scope again and notices a group who seem to actually know how to use cover, " but they're learning."

"Thermal clips?"

"Could always use more."

The group is on the move again, and he spies something that makes his heart skip a beat. N7 armor.

" No matter how bad things are," his father continues, " so long as you have one bullet left, you can still finish the job. Understand?"

"Yes sir." He mutters, shooting a concussive round at the mystery soldier. It knocks their helmet off, revealing a pile of raven-dark hair.

"Good, and when you finish up there you come home to Palaven. We have a lot to sort out."

His focus is now squarely on the squad making their way across the bridge; he can see her clearly in his scope, right as she fires a round into the back of a merc's head.

"Yeah, we do," he says, relief washing over him, "Dad, I've got to go, but don't worry about me. The odds just got a lot better."

"I thought you were dead."

He resisted the impulse to touch her, to make sure that she's actually real and not some pre-death hallucination, opting to sit down on a nearby crate instead.

"Garrus, what are you doing here?" She asked, her eyes bright and alive.

"Good to see you too."

She smiled up at him and he felt his stomach flip, " I'm just surprised to see you."

"Well, that makes both of us." He replied, " Still, it's good to see a friendly face. Killing mercs is hard work, especially on my own."

"You shot me."

"Concussive rounds only, didn't want the mercs getting suspicious."

She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes in that oh so familiar way, "yeah, right."

His mandibles twitched in a smirk, "If I wanted to do more than take your shields down, I would have done it. Besides, you were taking your sweet time, I had to get you moving."

She had questions, he was sure, but so did he. Not that they had time for that, not with the mercs en route.

The decision was easy, they would hold their position and with the help of Shepard and her two companions they should be able to make a dent in the merc's resistance and haul ass out of the base.

"Alright," she said, with a grin, "let's spill a little merc blood."

"Good to see you haven't changed."

The battle was desperate, even with the help, but Garrus found himself reinvigorated; watching Shepard aim down the sights of her own rifle to his left. It was her usual spot, and he hadn't fully realized how impossible it had been to fill until she was back in it.

He took aim, and had a merc in his sights but before he could pull the trigger, their head snapped back and they dropped to the floor.

"You stole my kill, Shepard."

"Ya snooze ya lose Vakarian," she shot back, laughing over the sound of gunfire, " besides, you've had them all to yourself, don't be greedy."

"Me? Never."

She stayed by his side for most of the fight while the other humans took out anyone that made it past their bullets,there weren't many, or made entry on the lower level. It was only when Blue Suns started streaming in that she switched to her SMG and ran off to get rid of them while he kept picking off anyone stupid enough to try and cross the bridge.

Then came the gunship.

"Damnit," he growled, reloading, "I thought I took that thing out."

A hail of bullets flew towards him as he turned to fire, taking down his shields and forcing him into cover.

"You think you can screw with the Blue Suns," taunted the pilot, "this ends now!"

Swearing, he made for cover on his left just in time to see a rocket fly in his direction. The world exploded around him and he felt himself become airborne before landing in a heap, excruciating pain radiating through his body as his vision began to darken. Somewhere above him, he heard someone screaming his name.

As he lost consciousness, he only had one thought.

I just got her back.

#Mass Effect #Shakarian #Garrus Vakarian #Cassia Shepherd #otp:meet me at the bar

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luverofralts · 3 months

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Arkhelios Adventures

"And so you see, I just need help with my- look over there!"

Getting Theo to meet alone in their private quarters was easier than Lukas ever thought. The boy was far too trusting for someone who had had the traumatic childhood he'd had. The little demon had eagerly agreed to help Lukas with his homework without a second thought for his own safety. Either the boy was an idiot or perhaps the deity had misjudged him. A rogue demonic agent would surely have more training and experience and never have followed his target back to their room.

Still, it was critical for Lukas to examine the boy. Saren had some plan for him, that was certain at least. How much had she revealed to her pawn? A quick examination would reveal her scheme for sure.

After weeks of surveillance at school in a non-threatening disguise, Lukas had turned up nothing of interest. The kid hung around his boyfriend like his life would end if they were separated, and his other friends had no clear red flags. All Lukas had learned was that their own twin children were far more socially connected than they or their husband thought. Destiny had a whole list of friends her parents had never met, and Davis clearly had a crush on someone if the rumor mill was accurate. Lukas had better things to do now that this surveillance operation had grown boring.

There was only one way to settle the matter: a hands on examination of the demon's thoughts. The practice was looked down upon as an invasion of privacy for the limited amount of people who could actually perform the spell. There were no laws against it, magical or otherwise. Aside from Lukas and his father, almost no one could even attempt the maneuver.

When Theo opened his eyes, he found himself at home, with Too destroying her favourite toy. Hadn't he just been at school? How weird.

"Hey, Theo. Wanna dance?"

Theo turned around to find Justice Bertino standing in front of the stereo, looking invitingly at him. Beside her, Rose Rivales, watched him with a jealous expression.

"Uh, sure," he replied, extremely confused, but not opposed to the idea. What he had just been doing slipped entirely from his mind, along with his devotion to Adam. Justice pulled him in like a siren with Rose perched, waiting for her turn.

"I really like you, Theo. I always have."

Before Theo could even blink, Justice had disappeared and been replaced by Bronwen. Theo had always thought of her as a friend, one of his oldest. Suddenly, that familiar feeling vanished, replaced by a warmth that was radiating through his body.

"I like you too," Theo whispered, reaching for her hand and watching the hair on his arms stand up as he did.

There was something exotic and dangerous about a vampire hybrid. She understood him and how the world saw him and she was so pretty....

"Oh, Theo, I'm so glad you invited me over. I've had such a crush on you."

Theo blinked as Destiny Lane appeared before him, mashing their lips together before he could react. Whatever was happening to him was strange, but not unpleasant.

"Alright, I've seen enough. Like my daughter would ever be attracted to you. She has higher standards than that."

Lukas pulled away, freeing the teen from their spell. Skimming his tiny mind hadn't revealed evil intentions, just a normal, horny teenager. If there was something sinister, Lukas would have found it. The boy wasn't trained at all on shielding his true thoughts. If he was capable of that, surely the child wouldn't have revealed a crush on Lukas' own daughter.

"What-what happened?" Theo asked, groggily rubbing his eyes. "Did I fall asleep? When did I get here? Sorry, Hayden, I must have been sleepwalking or something."

"Yeah, no worries," Lukas replied, far more focused on maintaining their disguise than the little demon. Using that much energy at once could have shifted their appearance.

"Thanks so much for sharing your potions notes with me," Simon exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "I was doomed to fail without them. You're the best."

Adam flushed at the compliment. He hadn't done anything impressive, but Simon looked so grateful. He was the son of a Strangetown prince and had the same level of parental pressure as Adam. Failing a test wasn't an option for either of them.

He's cute.

Adam shook his head, desperate to clear his mind. Theo was cute, Simon was just pleasant to look at. There was no comparison.

"Uh, I gotta meet Theo," he stammered, scrambling away from the grateful boy.

What was wrong with him? His parents both told him that puberty was a time when he'd be attracted to lots of people in order to understand who he was and who he was drawn to, but his heart belonged to Theo. They were going to get married after graduating. They'd already picked out baby names. It was wrong to cheat on Theo in his mind; surely Theo never thought about anyone but him.

Adam bolted down the hall, where Theo was standing in a daze, looking a million miles away.

"Theo!"

Theo snapped back to reality upon hearing Adam's voice.

"Adam! I have the weirdest headache all of a sudden. Hayden must think I'm high or something, just wandering into their room like that. Maybe I should sit down."

"Here, I'll help you," Adam said quickly, grabbing Theo's hands. "I'll always be here to help you, no matter what."

With a slight cracking sound, a celestial being descended into Lukas' assigned quarters.

"Your husband sends his regards," the being declared. "He's wondering if you're going to be returning for the night or if your 'important' work will keep you busy."

Lukas rolled their eyes.

"No, Michael, I think my experiment has run its course for now," they replied. Leave it to Death to send one of his reapers to check up on them. Back in the old days, Death would have come himself. "The little demon has nothing more on his mind than hormones and I don't need to stick around for that. If Saren is planning something, the kid is ignorant of it. The last thing I need is a teenage love triangle at the moment. Something is wrong and this kid is just a horny red herring. Saren probably wanted me to waste time on this, knowing her. I can always return to this cesspool of hormones whenever I want."

"Why do you always assume your half-brother's identity?" the reaper asked curiously, staring at the photo of a red head on the wall that Lukas had clearly been using as a family photo to complete their disguise. "Death never says, but it's messed up. Do you even talk to him? The rumor around headquarters is that you hate Hayden."

"None of your business!" Lukas snapped irritably. "And I do hate him. He's an entitled prick and that's all you need to know."

They paused, calculating their next move. The little hybrid didn't know his true purpose, which meant that Lukas couldn't pry it from him. They were certain that demons were involved somehow, but they had nothing to work with.

There was a new threat crackling through the currents of life. Whatever was wrong involved Pleasantview and Strangetown, that much they knew. Probably Arkhelios as well in some strange way. Arkhelios was increasingly becoming a problem.

"I have to make a stop before I go home," Lukas decided. "Tell my husband that I'll be a little late for dinner. I have to stop in Strangetown for a bit. Something's not right. Something feels...familiar."

In an instant, Lukas vanished from sight, intent on their newest mission.

"I'll be sure to pass that along."

"Oh, hi, Justice. What are you doing here?"

Theo waved awkwardly at the girl he'd strangely just been thinking of. Considering that she didn't attend his school, Justice's appearance seemed oddly timed.

"Hi, Thomas," the girl said kindly. "I'm visiting my boyfriend. Can you point me to the common room?"

"It's Theo. The common room is down the hall to the left."

Theo could feel his cheeks burn with a foreign emotion. He barely knew the girl and still her indifference to him hurt in a way he didn't understand. They'd crossed paths a few times, but he'd never given her a second thought. With Adam beside him, he didn't need to think about anyone else.

Surely he'd hit his head somehow. He didn't remember hitting it anywhere, but why else had he been in Hayden's room? Why did his stomach twist in knots thinking about the blonde girl he barely knew?

"Come on, Adam, let's go grab a snack from the kitchen, I'm feeling a bit lightheaded," Theo decided, grabbing his boyfriend's hand. "Then we can 'study' for our runes final."

#sims 2 #arkhelios #sim: theo bellamy #theo bellamy #lukas lane #sim: bronwen traver #adam darktide #simon Toyonaga #justice bertino #sim: rose rivales #bronwen traver

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thismotherloverrighthere · 2 years

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Inspired by the idea that Wrex lied about Shepard getting a breeding request after Grunt’s Right of Passage to fuck with them, this was written as a birthday present for @whiskynorocks. Its also canon-adjacent so that Wrex and Garrus could chat after.

Massive thank you to @lerr-writes-fic and @iheartgarrus for agreeing to beta read my first public fic

Wrex sighed. When he returned to Tuchanka to take back the position of Urdnot Leader from his Salarian of a younger brother, Wreav, he didn’t realise there’d be this much paperwork.

Between Rite of Passage requests, breeding requests, and settling disputes, most of Wrex’s day was spent sitting on his father’s “throne” which was little more than a few slabs of stone in reality, with a pad.

If he had known this is the life he was signing up for, he would’ve requested a fight to the death and lost on purpose. Maybe Wreav did.

Urdnot Wrex was not the slow-witted, warmongering stereotype that the rest of the galaxy assumed all Krogan were - though many Krogan live up to that expectation. He knew that the alliances and favours he makes today would one day allow future Krogan to petition the Council for a genophage cure.

A few years ago, he would’ve thought it pointless to try. Even with the Council’s help, he had no reason to believe that a cure could even exist, but an unexpected trip to the Attican Traverse had blown the cynicism right off him.

On Virmire, unknown to his entire team, Wrex snatched information on Saren’s cure work from his secret facility, which had somehow found a way around the genophage and led to him breeding indoctrinated Krogan from tubes that were all alive. Alive. Not like here.

Urdnot Shaman brought another pad to him. “A request to land for you.”

While Urdnot wasn’t the biggest Clan, its territory was the largest, and the Female Camp the safest, which made Urdnot a bigger hub of trade than his enemies. Younger Krogan thought that glorious battles and military might were the cause, rather than the reality - diplomacy and negotiations had brought Clan Urdnot to power. He took the pad from Shaman and reviewed the request, though he’d likely only deny it if he felt the ship a threat. Or if they annoyed him.

“Let’s see. Request to land from… huh.” He looked to Shaman. “Is this name correct?” He inquired.

“Have you ever known me to not be vigilant?” Shaman responded curtly. Usually that sort of talk would get the talker kicked to the floor - you didn’t become leader of a Clan without showing your might at the slightest challenge - but the Clan Shaman has to much respect and too many options to be thrown to the floor over a sharp tongue.

Wrex settled for a growl of “Mind yourself Shaman.” before returning to the pad with a dead friend’s name on it. “Permission granted. This’ll be interesting to see.”

~~~

Despite Shepard clearly dying over Alchera, here she stood before him on the Dais - flanked by a Krogan, large even by Krogan standards, and, of course, Garrus.

Even back during the hunt for Saren, the Turian often seemed to be following Shepard like a lost Varren pup, so seeing him on this rock wasn’t as surprising as the dead Spectre herself. Wrex was surprised to hear that the two of them weren’t boning back on the *Normandy*, the amount they were making eyes at each other back then.

Shepard stood there, smaller than a Pyjak between the other two; but was still able to grasp his hand with the same strength as a full-grown Krogan. Wrex saw first-hand that Shepard going full rage could rip apart a Thresher Maw.

Well, maybe not literally.

Wrex explained his goal to Shepard. Or at least the first part, to unite all Krogan under one banner. He briefly thought to tell her everything. The research he stole, his idea to unite so he could negotiate scientists to work of the cure from a place of strength, but not here. Not in front of the rest of Clan Urdnot. His people had suffered much. If he was unable to deliver on his plans it would destroy them. Just after they destroyed him.

Wrex returned to his throne and reminisced with Shepard. It was only two years or so since they’d seen each other but he found that his old age had started to catch up with him. He was an old man now, and nostalgia seemed as common now as the bugs.

As she explained why they were here - the Krogan she’d brought needed to participate in the Rite of Passage - he felt a pang of jealousy. Not of the Clanless whelp, necessarily, but of being able to travel the galaxy like he was 300 again. Shotgunning mercs, shotgunning ryncol. He didn’t miss sleeping in the cargo bay - the life of a Clan Leader did actually come with a proper bed, at least - but he’d give it up for one last adventure, if he could.

The mention of Okeer brought Wrex back to the room. He had heard that the old man was dead, but it seemed now that Shepard had had something to do with it, in which case, she had done more for the Krogan than any other alien in far too long.

Upon explaining what was required, Wrex sent the adolescent and Shepard to the Shaman and cornered Garrus before he left.

“Turian.” He stated.

“Wrex. It’s good to see you.” Garrus seemed awkward being cornered. Or maybe it was because he was away from Shepard.

“Shepard seems stressed. She sleeping much?”

“I- I wouldn’t know. But I’m sure she appreciates your-“

“Bullshit, Vakarian. I know ships. I know that even if you don’t care, you hear all kinds of things. Whoever’s sleeping with her would’ve spilt something.”

“As far as I know, Shepard sleeps alone.” Garrus seemed defensive. Good, he found something to poke.

“As far as YOU know.” Wrex grunted, before stepping aside to let the Turian catch up with Shepard.

Wrex thought of a plan before they’d even got to the transport.

~~~

Wrex got the report before the transport came back, hell half the continent would know by nightfall. Word travels fast on Tuchanka. Shepard, as Grunt’s krantt, not only finished the trial by killing a Thresher Maw that had been plaguing the area, but the Clan Leader of Gatatog, Uvenk, who had been a thorn in Wrex’s side for a while, had lost his life to a child and a human.

The fact that the child was a super soldier and the krantt was the famous Commander Shepard wasn’t something he’d be bringing up with the next Gatatog Leader when it came time for Urdnot to expand into their territory. It wasn’t uncommon for the Female Clan to send a breeding request or two to a Krogan that survived their krantt - it was practically tradition at this point - but annihilating a Clan Leader and destroying a Thresher Maw had made, it seemed, every Female Clan on the planet sending in requests. Wrex laughed, the Tank-Bred could spend years answering all these requests. Lucky bastard.

As Shepard approached, Wrex remembered his plan and smiled. She had made it easier to believe his little lie, and good thing too.

“Shepard!” Wrex greeted his friend “Impressive battle, killing a Thresher Maw! Hasn’t been done since me.” While technically true, no one still alive knew that the Thresher Maw he killed with his krantt had been weakened by the previous challengers. It took six months to travel to every camp in the area and enjoy the spoils. Hundreds of clutches born from him. Before it was all ended and the Females grouped together for protection.

Better times.

As the Shaman rattled off the platitudes and the honours, Garrus stood there like a proud father. Not that Wrex had ever had one of them, his father saw everyone as tools, especially his own brood. But he acted like Wrex had imagined a proud father looked late at night when thought of Urdnot Jarrod’s corpse slumping to the ground wouldn’t leave him. Jarrod’s Ultimate Weapon, finally strong enough to take down a warlord in single combat. He never saw the warlord’s face at the end, and for many hundreds of years he imagined that Urdnot Jarrod was proud of his child, despite their differences.

Nowadays, he didn’t care. Jarrod was a shortsighted fool who would’ve seen the end of the Krogan Race if he had had his way.

Shaman stopped speaking. It was time.

“All breeding requests go through the Clan Leader. Between you killing the Thresher Maw and now, there have been nearly 300 breeding requests for Grunt.”

Grunt seemed thoroughly impressed with his number, as well he should, that’s the highest single number of requests in over a millennium. Shepard looked like she was about to say something.

He smirked “And one for Shepard.”

~~~

The reactions were everything Wrex could hope for, and more.

Shepard turned as red as Tuchanka’s setting sun, and whatever she was about to say died in her mouth like a Pyjak in a thruster - with little more than a squeak.

Garrus’s reaction was similar, his jaw was slack and his fringe twitched.

“Sorry, could you repeat that, Wrex? The Turian regained his composure first.

“Shepard has a breeding request,” Wrex doubled down on the lie “usually it’s considered extremely rude to deny them, and I know how much you respect what little is left of Krogan Culture, Shepard. Should I send them to your shuttle?”

Shepard excused herself, muttering something about supplies, her face still matching her hair. Grunt clasped Wrex’s hand before following. Shepard was the far side of the Dais Guards when she turned. “You coming, Garrus?”

“Go on without me, I’ll stay here and catch up with Wrex.” Garrus responded.

“You sure?” Shepard looked eager to leave, even if her face had regained its former colour.

“Yeah, I know we’re safe here but… well, Turians aren’t exactly a welcome sight on Tuchanka. I’ll meet you at the shuttle.”

Shepard nodded, walking off to find the merchant.

“Why did you say that, Wrex?” Garrus asked when she was definitely out of earshot.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Wrex lied.

“Spirits, Wrex. Did you ask about Shepard’s… sleeping habits just so you could play this joke on her?”

“It wasn’t a joke-“

“Of course it was!” Garrus practically yelled, though over the hubbub of Camp Urdnot, little more than the Dais Guards would’ve heard him.

“Why do you care either way, Garrus? Doesn’t your Commanding Officer deserve a good time? Unless, of course, you want to show her one yourself.”

“Don’t you dare, Krogan!” The Turian hissed. “I respect the *hell* out of Shepard. Whatever game you’re playing, stop.”

Wrex put on his diplomat voice. “You’re a non-human on a Cerberus vessel, you wouldn’t put yourself in a situation like that if you just respected Shepard.”

“I- It’s complicated, okay? Shepard saved my life. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”

“Nothing complicated about it. You were part of Grunt’s krantt, you’re an honorary Urdnot now. You could stay here if you really have nowhere else, but I know you won’t.”

“I may not be the best Turian, but I still have loyalty. I said I’d help Shepard and I plan to stick around until her mission’s complete.”

Wrex was stunned that the Turian couldn’t see it. “Garrus, listen to an old man. There’s a fine line between loyalty and devotion.”

“It doesn’t matter, Wrex.”

“It *matters*, my friend.”

“No it doesn’t!” Garrus barked, before his face rested into sadness. “Look at me. Look at my face, Wrex. How will any woman love me, let alone Shepard?”

Wrex felt a pang of sadness for his friend. He knew that, for the most part, non-Krogans seemed to have an aversion to scars, but he also knew that this Turian was the first he’d ever met that he didn’t want to tear the mandibles off of. That’s the closest thing he had to a best friend.

Wrex knew that any female worth being called such would kill for a mate like this, but that many would judge him on his scarring before they realised they found treasure. Wrex had also seen the way Shepard had looked at Garrus, the exact same way she had looked at him on the Normandy, as if the scars on the bodies and souls of both were non-existent. Wrex had never felt “love” as the humans call it, mating had always felt more of a duty to him, but if he had to describe it, he would say it looked like those two.

And the idiots thought their feelings unrequited.

They danced around each other, like stars colliding, but refused to obey the obvious reality of gravity, acting like there was a Mass Effect Drive pushing them away, while they endlessly danced.

“Garrus. Not everyone cares about looks as much as you. Some people can look beyond skin. If Shepard cared about what you looked like, would she have brought a Turian to take on a Turian? I know you’re hurting, and that you’ll never feel worthy of someone, but you’re a better man than any that I’ve worked with in my long life.” Wrex put his hand on Garrus’s shoulder. “Now, it looks like Shepard has bought too much, you should help her.” He nodded towards the Commander, who was trying to pile several guns into her arms and, seemingly, failing.

Garrus nodded at Wrex, thought wether he felt better or not, the old Krogan couldn’t tell, and left to join his Human.

#mass effect #shakarian #garrus vakarian #urdnot wrex #urdnot grunt #commander shepard

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clericofshadows · 8 months

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Give me the tea, I gotta know why Liara is so low on that list. Did they never click from the start or was it a gradual thing? Did they patch up at all?

oh man, you have opened the floodgates! going to go ahead and put this under a cut since it's going to be a bit long :)

ME1

Regis prioritizes Therum last. He just doesn't see the need to go after Benezia's daughter until the end. (His order is Noveria-Feros-Virmire-Therum). And after everything he's been through to get to that point, he's impatient, he's angry, he's running on fumes after Virmire and getting both Ash and Kaidan out, and the last thing he needs is someone he perceives as a civilian and possible liability on board his warship. He refuses to meld with her (thank you Skeptical Shepard mod that allows this in game), and they find another way through Regis's own detailed logs about his visions, Tali's algorithms that help search galaxy maps to match with his descriptions, and Liara's own knowledge.

Hell, once they get to the Citadel to petition to the Council, he suggests putting her in protective custody as a precaution, but that is denied (along with the Normandy going to Ilos, as in canon). So he never really interacts with her more than needed, and after the Saren mission is over, I headcanon that she is no longer on the ship and the events continue as in canon.

Mostly. In one of my fics I have my asari matriarch OC, Vik--who also happens to be Regis's uncle's long-term partner--find out through their Omega connects that Liara approached a Shadow Broker agent and Cerberus about something and that starts my AU for how I deal with Liara in Regis's canon. Kaidan learns about it, tells the Alliance (read: Hackett) about it, and Hackett and his team keeps an eye on her.

ME2

Regis doesn't find out that Liara brought him back through her. He finds out from patched together information from Vik and Kaidan that leads him approaching Aria about it, who happily spills the tea. Aria knew the whole time and could've let Vik in, but information always comes at a cost. The information is effectively useless now that Regis is back.

The moment he finds out that Liara is behind his resurrection, Regis goes ballistic. At least, inwardly. He hides it well until he gets back to the Normandy, goes off on Miranda about not telling him a former member of his crew bringing him back, and has a major crisis. Thankfully, he has at least Zaeed with him (and Kaidan on vid call), but it's not great because Regis realizes that his dogtags and his father's ring could easily be in her hands.

So yeah, things between them can't ever really be repaired. Regis gains some pretty serious trust issues after this, he blames her for the black mark on his name and career, and of course, the aforementioned ring the was symbol of what could've been his and Kaidan's commitment if Alchera hadn't happened.

Illium happens as normal. He hides his anger, only comes in to get the information on Samara and Thane, and quietly plans his revenge after the mission, because now, he sees the Collector threat as extremely serious and doesn't want to be distracted by her just yet.

So, how do I deal with the Shadow Broker DLC?

I introduced an OC in my last fic--Wren Clarkson--who is based on my N7 Fury multiplayer character (and basically my main). She's kind of one of Hackett's main agents and does a lot of missions that require a lot of heavy biotic power (or just a lot of power and combat prowess in general). And I want her to be part of the greater Regis canon since I've always wanted more N7s in game to interact with.

After finishing up on Illium, he finds out through Wren (who has been watching Liara under Hackett's orders) that Liara's apartment is under investigation and to come quick.

He sees this as an opportunity to gain the upper hand. If he helps her and then lets slip what he knows? Could be good leverage to get what he wants back.

So, he does, he finds his armor in the case, goes on another rage, and Zaeed and Samara just barely bring him back from the brink. He decides to work with Wren and Vasir to find out what the hell is going on and meet up with Liara as normal during the mission (except this time, Regis knows how to cushion his fall with biotics thankyouverymuch).

The DLC more or less proceeds as normal, but with lots of indifference pointed towards Liara on Regis's end (because he's not about to reveal to her how much she betrayed him just yet), and eventually it gets to the point where they go after the Broker's ship after dealing with Vasir. Regis, Liara, Wren, and Zaeed go on the mission together, and this proceeds as normal until they reach the Shadow Broker.

This is basically me writing off Liara as nicely as I can, so she gets knocked out for most of the fight, Regis, Zaeed, and Wren deal with the Broker, and Regis orders Wren to deal with the network as they check on Liara. Wren is not happy about doing it but realizes how useful it can be to the Alliance (read: Hackett's Alliance) and puts herself into the Broker role.

Liara is fine, not too happy about missing out on revenge, and Regis gives her an ultimatum: Leave with Feron and make sure he's okay and heals and never get involved again with anything related to Regis, or he will turn her into the Alliance for conspiracy and working with Cerberus and the reason why his name and career is permanently marred. This is where he gets honest with his feelings.

She takes the out, but before she leaves, she sends Regis some files and a security key. He doesn't look at it until Liara leaves with Feron on a spare shuttle, but it's some information about where she kept his dogtags and ring, along with some more information about his resurrection.

Regis, again, isn't too happy about this, but ultimately lets her go as he got what he wanted in the end. His ring and dogtags back, his old omnitool, and effectively, got his revenge on the person who brought him to Cerberus by holding a threat over her head that he could revoke at any time with the Shadow Broker able to track her down if need be.

And boom, no Liara for ME3, and I get to have fun with my multiplayer character for ME3 instead.

TL;DR

In ME1, Regis prioritizes other missions over Liara's rescue, doesn't trust her on the Normandy, and has minimal interaction. In ME2, he learns that Liara resurrected him, feels betrayed, and plans revenge. During the Shadow Broker DLC, he helps Liara under the guise of gaining leverage, but he ends up giving her an ultimatum to leave or face consequences. Liara leaves, and Regis gets his belongings back, effectively removing her from ME3, allowing for better character interactions with ones I actually like :)

#ask #breadedsinner #regis shepard #i apologize for how long and rambling this got but yeah... I don't really like liara at all and it shows in regis's canon

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sparatus · 8 months

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Two Truths and a Lie

tagged by @teamdilf , thanks j!!

Rules: post two truths and a lie about one of your characters.

i do the usual suspects plenty, so let's play with taeja for a bit!

tagginggggg @autistic-council-spectre @thetrashbagswasteland @dandenbo @outpost51 @fenrir-kin @ndostairlyrium and anyone else who wants to!! also you can tag me back i have so many ocs

#gurji taeja #tag game #yes i promise all of these are covered in exdiff somewhere

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OC: Kaetus Rix (a short-ish bio)

Name: Kaetus Rix* (pronounced KAY-tus**) Age/Birth year: 27-31 (from ME1 to post-ME3), b. 2155 Romantic partner: Ezri Shepard (Once again, my Shepard's younger sister.) Occupation: Commander in the turian 43rd Marine Division--Special Forces, captain of the frigate THS Impera, became a Spectre in 2182. Works with Ezri in a kind of joint Turian-Alliance military/ambassadorial "task force"--basically two frigates that form a team that are equal parts military and diplomatic in nature, and work with the Hierarchy, the Alliance, and the Council. (I'm still working out the logistics, etc, but this is the general idea.) Homeworld: Digeris colony; Apien Crest, Castellus System

Current place of residence: sizeable apartment on the Citadel, Zakera Ward close to the inner ring/Presidium; lives with his bondmate Personality: He's very easygoing and loves to laugh. He's not big on formalities, and is a self-proclaimed "bad turian." He jokingly chocks this up to growing up with a human best friend and taking on human mannerisms/attitudes and points of view. He's clever and witty and fond of unconventional military tactics, but he's not impulsive, nor is he likely to abandon traditional turian strategy if it remains the best, most efficient and useful option. That being said, he's often unapologetically receptive to Ezri's whims. Loves PDA, thrives on it, in fact. Physical appearance: Very tall, 7'3", with amber eyes, dark charcoal colored skin/carapace, and purple facial tattoos. He has a small, jagged scar under his right eye (not pictured, it's on the other side), extending from the lower socket edge and slightly through his face tattoo. His crest is on the long side, something he takes pride in. Family/Connections: His family is somewhat large, and is generally well known for being excellent soldiers and lifelong military. Both his parents are still alive, and he has three siblings. His relationship with his father is strained, but he gets on very well with the rest of his family.

His eldest sibling, his brother, is Avitus Rix. They are very close, he became a Spectre because his brother inspired him to accept the offer, and was disappointed but understanding when Avi left the Spectres after the Saren fiasco. Kaetus is still torn up about his brother leaving with the Andromeda Initiative.

His mother, Valaena (pro. vah-LAY-nah), still serves in the military as an engineer. She is incredibly intelligent and loves ships, tinkering, and making funky gadgets to entertain her children (when they were young) and just for fun. She had an initial dislike for humans, much like Marcelio, and held onto those beliefs until they moved to the Citadel. Closer proximity to humans moving to the Citadel lessened them, and when a 6-year-old Kaetus announced he was now best friends with a human, it really helped her realize those prejudices were silly. She adores her son's best friend and lover, and frequently chastises Marcelio for being ignorant.

His remaining siblings are his sisters, Nyra (second eldest) and Karas or "Kara" (pro. CAR-ah, and is the youngest child). They're both currently serving in the turian military and are very happy with their positions. Nyra plans to be lifelong military like Kaetus and their parents, and is the XO on a different frigate. Kara is biotic and is still adjusting to being moved to a Cabal unit, but she is thus far quite happy. They're very close to each other and Kaetus

His parents both served during the Relay 314 Incident/First Contact War, but only his father, Marcelio, actually fought on Shanxi as a soldier. He was honorably discharged from the military after a severe injury three years after the R314I and moved his family to the Citadel (Kaetus was 6). He worked as a military attache for the Hierarchy to the Council, due to his experience and expertise, until Kara (the only child born on the Citadel) went to bootcamp at age 15, then moved the family back to Digeris. He still makes frequent trips to and from the Citadel, as he is still a military advisor. --He still has a grudge against humanity, outwardly dislikes humans, but isn't aggressive about it and generally keeps his thoughts to himself. Before his character growth, Marcelio hated that Kaetus was best friends with a human for most of his life, and frequently tried to convince him to find a different friend, but was severely outnumbered within his own family because everyone else is fine with humans and adores Ezri. Fun fact: The last real conversation Kaetus had with his father was yet another instance Marcelio made his opinion of Ezri known, and Kaetus ended the conversation with something like "Well, I'm going to ask her to marry me, so sucks to be you, I guess." (I love him because like I said, he goes through a lot of character growth, and really he's just kind of old and crotchety, and battles with his own pride. Like, he's moved on from those grudges, but is too proud and generally doesn't know how to say that he doesn't actually dislike Ezri--or humanity--anymore. It all comes out during the Reaper invasion, though >:))

I really could go on, but I'll leave it here for now. This will probably happen again, lol. Kaetus is MY OC, and the art was commissioned and payed for by ME. Please respect that and DO NOT STEAL!

*I headcanon that his name is fairly common among turian males, like Chris or James for humans--ergo, it feels like every other turian is named Kaetus sometimes. **His name is definitely inspired by Kaetus from ME:A, but it is pronounced the way I believe it should be based on previous Mass Effect name pronunciation conventions. Come on. If Haestrom is pronounced like HAY-strum? Idk who tf decided it should be pronounced "KAI-tus", but I want to smack them, because it doesn't even make sense.)

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