𝙳𝙾𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙰𝚁.

a writing blog for ashley williams from the mass effect trilogy.

about the writer.  jude, 19.  she/they.  i’ve been writing ashley since ... 2016 - ish,   and I’m excited to write her again.

001. highly selective + private,  but I am willing to plot with non-mutuals if approached. 002.  this account will remain extremely plot driven.  I prefer at least some sort of pre-established dynamic before threading,  so I can have a basic idea of how our characters will interact, though it’s not necessary. 003. multiverse + ship,  but selective about shipping. 004.  semi-active at the moment.   005.  potentially triggering content may be present,  such as violence,  death,  and exploration of traumatic experiences.  it will all be tagged to the best of my ability,  but if you need someone specific tagged,  let me know.  tagged as [trigger] / 006. I’m open to any kind of threads  (one-liner,  para,  multi-para,  etc.)  007. blog is currently a wip!  thank you for your patience.

❝        C’MON,    WE’VE GOT   seven hours of shore leave,    lt.    we’re not gonna spend it cooped up in here.       ❞      she knocks into him,   shoulder - to - shoulder.   a bit of a bully move,  urging him up,   up.    she’s antsy,    it’s all laid out in the jump of her heels,   the rolling wrists,    wanting for motion.   for some time out.      ❝       might as well go explore the citadel without risk of death by merc.   or  ...   saren agents   —   you get the idea.   take a look around before keepers decide to start picking fights or something.    maybe a find a club that isn’t seedy as hell.   you’ll have fun,   i promise.     ❞

❝      HEY,    VAKARIAN.      ❞      she crouches low,    leans hard against the full body of the mako.   the scent of smoke and char still clings to the chassis,   and there’s more than a few scratches and tears along the sides.   something about a mountain and one too many turrets,   and t’soni looked a little more green than blue on the way back in.   

why she’s here—   hard to say.   might as well get to know him.   might as well    ...   —   he’s good with his hands,   a good shot    —   not as good as her,   but worth    ...    talking to,   at least.    she rolls back on her heels,   slumps down,   crosses her arms,   taps his leg with the side of her boot.      ❝      heard that last mission got a little hairy.    you good ?       ❞ 

obsidian gaze flickers over the dark haired human with familiarity,  pleased at the progress he notes just by eye alone;  he imagines the doctors are even more pleased than he, given how terribly bruised and broken the soldier had been not long ago.

❛❛     [   .͟ ͟.͟ .͟     ]    you’ve recovered quite well,  lieutenant.      ❞

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THE WHITE-GOLD LIGHT    turns surgical the longer she stays under it, buzzing down,  down,  down,   laying her out clean as a bandaged wound.  still blue at the bruises,   but at least she’s walking,   and she doesn’t feel the ache of her ribs with every inhale anymore.   good enough to throw a punch if she needs to,   and this one—thane.  thane krios.   one of shepard’s crew,   back...  before.