the stars are mine

                                  𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 / 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OPEN TO MUTUALS!   ( muse: the narrator )

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

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

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