1: their voice
2: their smile
3: their greatest achievement
4: their insecurities
5: their shortcomings
6: how they deal with grief
7: how they like to dress
8: what they like to eat
9: their theme
10: their fashion sense
11: their family life
12: their romantic life
13: their embarrassing memory from years ago
14: how they react to burning their tongue on food
15: how they react to a brainfreeze
16: their dreams
17: their ambitions
18: how they sleep
19: their reaction to betrayal
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
21: how they react to pain
22: what they’re like on two hours of sleep
23: how they act when they’re sick
24: what motivates them
25: why you enjoy them
Month: January 2018
What We’re Fighting For – flux_eterna – Mass Effect Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 18: Three
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect – All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Female Shepard/Adrien Victus, Adrien Victus/Female Shepard, Femshep/Primarch Victus, Shictus
Adrien
disengaged the lock to their Citadel apartment, Viv and Sparatus following him as
he crossed the threshold. Viv slid off
her heels, feet rejoicing at removing the constrictions as the two turians
walked further inside.“Anyone
want another drink?” She slid her shoes
into the storage compartment adjacent the door, then sat her little black
clutch on top of the shelving unit above it.Her
turian already beat her to it though and had walked over to the bar, three
glasses already lined up. “Makers,
neat?” He guessed, knowing Viv all too
well. “You got it,” she confirmed.When
she turned the corner after putting away her personal effects, the trio’s
drinks were ready, and Adrien stood behind the bar. Sparatus was posted in front of him, and Viv
took her seat next to the turian councilor.“Well…”
Viv grabbed her glass and raised it, prompting her companions to join her in a
toast. “To trying new things.” The three shared a snort of quick laughter
before clinking glasses and sipping their drinks.Adrien
seemed so relaxed, in his element. Viv
wondered if he and Sparatus already shared some sort of history, so in the
spirit of transparency she decided on asking outright.“So,
you two go back or something?” She
motioned between the two turians and Adrien promptly nodded, though Sparatus
spoke up.“First
Contact War.” The councilor took a sip
and continued, “Stationed aboard the Sanguis.” The turians shared a glance and a mandible
flicker—perhaps recalling fond memories of serving together—Viv knew she needed
to dig into that later, but it was a
conversation for another time.“No
hard feelings, of course.” He gestured
toward Viv, the only human in the room.
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What We’re Fighting For – flux_eterna – Mass Effect Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Damocles, #31?
Let’s get his ‘why the fuck would I want random strangers knowing shit about me’ reaction out of the way, because that’s definitely his state of mind about it. He doesn’t have any clue why it’s so popular, but Cassia loves it. She’s not the kind to post what she’s eating or anything, but she loves the connection with people it gives.
Damocles, on the other hand, wants to stay to himself and wants others to do the same. However, Cassia makes accounts for him and, out of them all, I bet he’d most like Tumblr or an equivalent to it because he can hide behind a username (where as most others insist on having a real name) and not have to actually post anything to get out of it. The ease of following a tag about something he likes while also not having to interact in any way appeals to him (and his grump nature).
Thanks for the ask! 😀
Original Character Asks
1: What is your character’s biggest fear?
2: What is your character’s favorite memory?
3: What is your character’s least favorite memory?
4: Does anyone have a crush on your character? Is your character aware of this?
5: Describe your character’s dream date.
6: What is your character’s sexual orientation?
7: How does your character feel about their name?
8: Does your character hate anyone? Why?
9: How does your character feel about religion?
10. Would your character ever kill someone?
11: How did your character meet their best friend?
12: How would/does your character feel about roller coasters?
13: What would your character die for?
14: What is the cutest thing your character has ever done?
15: What music genre would your character listen to?
16: What other fictional characters remind you of your character?
17: Does your character have any irrational fears?
18: How would your character feel about having their life recorded?
19: What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret?
20: What is the most surprising thing about your character?
21: Is your character flexible?
22: What is the worst thing your character has ever done?
23: Is your character morally gray or black or white?
24: What prejudices does your character have?
25: Would you want to hang out with your character?
26: What is your favorite headcanon for your character?
27: What would be the worst way for your character to die?
28: What pet would your character like to have?
29: What would be your character’s favorite food?
30: Would your character have any hobbies?
31: What social media would your character use?
32: What does your character look like?
33: In what ways is your character like you?
34: What is cliche about your character?
35: What is unique about your character?
36: Does anyone want to harm your character?
37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?
38: What role does your character play in their story?
39: What would be your character’s niche on Tumblr?
40: What would be your character’s favorite school subject?
41: Would your character want to have any children?
42: What would be your character’s dream career?
43: What is your character insecure about?
44: What is your character proud of?
45: What would your character change about themselves?
46: Would you want to trade places with your character?
47: What fandoms would your character be in?
48: How would your character type?
49: How does your character stand politically?
50: What is your favorite thing about your character?
51: What is your character’s favorite animal?
52: How would your character act in gym class?
53: What clubs would your character join?
54: What is the saddest thing about your character’s life?
55: Would your character do the Ice Bucket Challenge?
56: What’s one of your character’s quirks?
57: How would your character feel about feminism?
58: Is your character dorky or more athletic?
59: What is your least favorite thing about your character?
60: If you could title your character’s life, what would you title it?
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For the character Asks, how about Damocles 19 and Ellie 26?
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Damocles
19. What’s your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has the flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
Damocles’ biggest flaw concerning relationships is that he just plain doesn’t know how to have a relationship. He goes up with the idea that he doesn’t need anyone close when he can feed that physical need for sex without a relationship – which he does very frequently. People can not like his looks or nature, but he can rock the bedroom better than anyone around because of that detachment, so they look the other way. They don’t need to like him to have stress relief. With a relationship, though, Damocles would have to find someone who accepts him and he just doesn’t believe that’s a possibility. When he does get into a relationship with his mate, it’s hard going for him to know what to do besides what instinct dictates. Of course, he does have it a bit easier with his parents as examples, so he doesn’t do too bad a job after a few stumbles.
Ellie
26. How does your character behave around children?
At first, Ellie was afraid of doing something wrong around children. She’s never been a woman to imagine herself having them and she wasn’t close to anyone because of her work, let alone close enough to be introduced to their families. However, she really wanted to figure out how to act because she really wanted to spend time with and be there for the Vakarians. She doesn’t want to be a mother, but a sort of grandmotherly/aunt figure? Absolutely. It’s why she dove into lots of research on children and how-tos, but now she mostly wings it, doing what feels right. I think her caring so deeply for the twins helps too.
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Teaser for the current Osteogenesis Chapter in the works
It’s shocking to find the living room empty and vidscreen silent of any weird show the twins have found to confuse their parents with. She hasn’t really checked the time yet, so it’s safe to assume that the two are still eating whatever their father has managed to make without – as the lack of smoke would indicate – burning to an unrecognizable crisp. Shocking, to say the least, but it’s either that or the twins are eating another bowl of that disgusting, overly sugary cereal they’ve loved since they could demand it. She isn’t all that surprised to find the twins at the table with bowls of that very thing set out before them. Garrus isn’t that great of a cook, so perhaps it’s for the best that he give them something familiar and lacking any possibility of tasting like charcoal.
She walks up to where Garrus stands at the counter, pouring himself a bowl of that shit that she can’t believe he likes. With his back to her, he doesn’t see her coming, but she’s sure he hears her as he always does, because she’s able to wrap her arms around his waist without startling that panicky thing left deep in the dark recesses of him thanks to all the shit they’ve seen and lived through. Though not exactly the same for turians as humans, PTSD can still be a bitch. They both feel that festering wound, live in companionship in the wastes it often leaves behind.
She hums as she lays her cheek against his clothed back, nuzzling him and feeling his rumbling chuckle vibrate against her. In response, she squeezes him and smiles. “I can’t believe you can eat that shit,” she says softly, devoid of any real disgust as she relaxes her arms enough to splay her hands across the plates resting just above his sensitive waist.
“It’s good.” She snorts at his defense and he lays a hand over hers. “And, besides, some of what you eat looks like it crawled out of something at some point.”





