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For the character Asks, how about Damocles 19 and Ellie 26?

Thanks for the asks!

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.”

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Jane: So turians just randomly shed whole pieces of their dead plates? Gross.

Garrus: And bleeding from your vagina without being inured isn’t?

Jane: …That doesn’t count.

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How about 49 for the twins for the OC Asks?

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

For Cassia, it has to be a set of jewelry her parents give her when she hits ‘puberty’ age (9) on her birthday. She often plays with her mothers (few) pieces of jewelry, but, admittedly, Jane and Garrus were wary of giving her any while still in the destructive phase of her childhood. When puberty hits, she’s a bit calmer and at that age we all reach of understanding value in items that aren’t our favorite toy or the like. Plus, it’s also the age where she starts to choose her own clothing and make fashion choices. It’s then that they give her a set of necklace, bracelet, ring, and bands for her mandibles. All with small amethysts and pastel purple, turian stones. (Can everyone guess her favorite color?) She has other items, but that is the first real treasure she felt was all hers and no one else’s after sharing so much with her brother – which isn’t necessarily bad, but just needing a relief from.

So, yes, she’s sentimental. Especially with items that connect her to her loved ones. It can be anything from a place to a seemingly useless object, even if the person in question doesn’t share the same connection to it.

Now, for something she likes to take around with her. Hm… I’d say that, when not working, it would be something from that set above, even if it’s only a single piece. When she is working and unable to wear jewelry in battle, she will never be parted with the rifle her father gave her for her first ever mission. It was the weapon that showed her father believed in her ability to fend for herself without him beside her. Sure, she had her brother, but Damocles goes about battle very differently, so Garrus wanted to give Cassia the best weapon to be able to hold her own and feel powerful in an environment meant to be uncomfortable.

Now, for Damocles. He doesn’t necessarily have a valued object, per se, but he is sentimental in the form of tattoos over his hide and plates. It’s a bit of a human trait that he notices with his mother when she gets a few over the years of his youth, but it’s mostly a way of covering a body he is unhappy with, in making it seem a bit like something to be proud of.

Kindled – Wafflesrock – Mass Effect – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

wafflesrock16:

Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Mass Effect – All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Original Female Human Character(s)/Original Male Turian Character(s)
Characters: Original Male Turian Character(s), Original Female Turian Character(s), Original Human Character(s), Original Asari Character(s), Original Quarian Character(s)
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Drunken Confessions, Sexual Harassment, True Love, Canon-Typical Violence, Interspecies Sex, Interspecies Awkwardness
Summary:

Stationed on board the Turian cruiser The Steadfast as part of an intensive marketing campaign, Gwen Kedar meets and befriends Tassius Malolin, the Commander, or Kabalim, of the elite turian biotic unit known as the Cabals. Together they discover that despite being from different worlds, they have more in common than they realized.

Takes place during the events of ME1 and leads up to the Civil War on Taetrus.

Early Update! And some good ol’ hurt/comfort.

Kindled – Wafflesrock – Mass Effect – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

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Chapter 9 Teaser!

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“Tassius?” She called, hoping she
didn’t sound too anxious. The last thing she wanted was to add to his stress.
There was no answer, but after another minute of standing there, the door
opened.

Without waiting for an invitation,
Gwen stepped inside. Tassius was sitting on the end of his bed, naked. He was
staring at the floor, arms on his knees, and his entire posture radiated
exhaustion and defeat.

Gwen felt her chest ache, and
before she knew it, she was sitting next to him on the bed. She wanted to reach
for him, but wasn’t sure if turians sought physical comfort the same way humans
did when they were upset.

Slowly, she moved her hand, so it
rested next to Tassius’s leg, allowing him to decide if he wanted to touch.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he sighed, a sad keen in his
vocals.

He moved a hand off his knee to
hold her own comparably small one, giving it a small squeeze. Gwen edged
closer, getting up onto her knees so she could wrap her arms around his neck,
and nestle her head against his own.