#awkend
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
If you could protect one Black fictional character from bad writing forever, who would it be?
Can I choose 2?
#1. Finn from the force awkends
He felt useless and helpless during the most important times of the movie.
#2 Octavia Spencer in “Ma”
I just want her protected from any bad writing, She seems like a really good horror actress
0 notes
Text
a memo for @awkend
“What exactly are you? How did you break out of the Collector hive mind? Really, I have so many questions. You are something...someone I would very dearly like to meet. And that’s not an offer I tend to make. The knowledge you carry is invaluable.”
4 notes
·
View notes
Text

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 ⇢ @awkend
𝑷𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑫 and her teeth grit hard enough to make her jaw ache, unflinching gaze centered down the barrel. hardly the way shepard prefers to make an introduction, but her heart is racing within the confines of her ribs, pounding up all the way to slender throat. “just...just who, what, are you?” she suspect she knows the answer already, but even her instincts aren’t to be trusted on omega.
“you? you’re the one helping those kids?” mind rushes with equal confusion and curiosity, though features remain stony, unyielding. however, the pistol lowers a fraction of an inch. good work is good work, regardless of who’s doing it. “let’s have a chat.”

3 notes
·
View notes
Note
❝ we can’t all be as graceful as you. ❞
❝ maybe, ❞ he admits. it's true. very few are able to do what he does and get away with it, unscathed, out of harm's way. dodging gunfire and whatever else might get thrown at you in the wide expanse of the galaxy is not a talent that comes naturally; it has to be learned. he doesn't think he's ever fallen down on account of his own clumsiness in his entire life. thane can't help the look he gives ilyan: once quickly up, once quickly down, appraising, considering. ❝ i could try teaching you, if you wanted. ❞ he's taught others: mouse comes to mind, alongside other drala'fa, who needed to know their way around, how to bend and not break.
the last of us part ii.
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
"don't get yourself killed out there, garrus. the universe would be a duller place without you."
❝ LIKEWISE , ILYAN . ❞ they’re the first ones down in the shuttle bay , waiting on shepard , waiting for the next mission to 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 , and ilyan’s words are a soothing reassurance of friendship before they head out . ❝ you’re MORE than an asset to this crew — — you’re my friend . don’t make me go into these battles without you . ❞ garrus pauses , considers , before he leans in and gently bumps his forehead against ilyan’s . a bonding , grounding gesture , very turian in nature , but hopefully understood .
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
random starters from this meme. / @awkend

“ Knowing too much about other people weakens you. You are forced to understand their reasons for doing things. “
#awkend#v; mass effect#closed starter#screeches i have wanted to write wiTH YOU FOR WEEKS#I JUST DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO BE LIKE 'sup hello hi your writing is neat'#so this is me now saying that#here is a vague and deep line from this rando gen
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@awkend
‘It’s always Prangley,’ she thinks to herself, and immediately she regrets the thought. He’s in the crossfire because he’s doing the right thing; keeping the worst brunt of enemy fire off the rest of his team, defending to ensure that every last one gets out before he does. If he weren’t so damn bullheaded about it, she might just say something kitschy about him having the potential hallmarks of a good leader, or whatever crap Sanders goes on about.
And there’s another thought she regrets. Damn, if she isn’t getting soft. But damn, if she’s not going to be slow about this. Jack vaults over the crushed remains of a skycar, flaring bright and blue as she charges over to Prangley. His leg looks crushed, and something -- a Collector? -- is bent down before him. But it’s before she has a chance to aim a shockwave of biotic force their way that she sees they’re shielding Jason, fighting to keep others back.
Jack skids to a stop before them both, her face contorted between fury and confusion. She hesitates, and against better judgement, lashes out. The burst of Newtonian force sweeps past the Collector, instead flattening a Marauder on the approach. Her eyes remain fixed as Jason reaches for the Collector’s arm to stand, before she offers up a shield to buffer them against oncoming forces.
❝You try anything with my students, I’ll crush you into paste. Got it?❞ Briefly, her head tips back to gesture towards where the majority of the squad fight. ❝Get your asses moving. Now!❞
#awkend#woops this got long sfdlkjsdf#but im excited to write with you!! hope this works out (^:#i thought it might be a good fit since ilya seems v protective of kids!!#❆ ch: jack. ❆
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@awkend liked for a starter !
her first time on omega had certainly been an experience. despite having already known of its reputation, sara was not truly aware of just how much the criminal aspect ruled the station until she stepped foot on it. she’s already been the subject of an attempted mugging twice ( then again, ryder does not give off much of an intimidating vibe in the first place ).
OMEGA is certainly not the CITADEL ---- both are on two separate leagues altogether.
though she’s fought pirates before, it’s definitely a little overwhelming when you’re SURROUNDED by them && trying to blend in, of which she is most definitely failing. her go-to attitude when dealing with new situations like the one she’s in has always been false confidence -- an attempt to make others perceive her as if she has things under control.
however, when you hear whispers of the COLLECTORS && their schemes within the terminus systems even the most hardened would be startled at the sight of one, and perhaps it may be her anxiety getting to her on this grim station, but sara swears she just noticed the silhouette of one.
#awkend#★・゚: *✧ ❛ USED TO BE OUR HOME ❜ /// (MILKY WAY VERSE)#i wasn't quite sure what to write so i hope this is okay!!
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
@awkend.
Born an asteroid rich in element zero, what was currently known as Omega was briefly mined by his people. Their attempts eventually quelled and they were forced to abandon it due to the thickness of its crust, nigh impenetrable — with the exception of little exposure sites here and there. Many, many years later: another asteroid plunged itself rough and hard against Omega, breaking it in half and unveiling the trove of element zone for convenient, easy mining. It spurred many a kind to flock, some calling this broken mess of a rock their home.
It was a shithole, for lack of better terms. Many were simply born in its bloodied cradle, grew up knowing little more than that around them. Violence and bulbous egos became second nature — after all, it was that or perish. Those that strived to help became hunted for daring shake the status quo.
And that was why he was here. A rumour, a whisper carried over time and space itself — of a collector. But not just any collector; a single, lone collector, one that seemed to be driven by some sense of altruism rather than of altered mind. Javik had to admit: curiosity flickered like candlelight, small yet bright, daresay hopeful. The very concept of collectors spurred dull heartache, woe plucking the strings of blood and muscle to a sombre tune. If he could do anything for this cycle, it was to prevent them becoming the new generation of collectors.
Javik waited until the SSV Normandy SR-2 had docked on Omega’s station. Then swiftly, curtly he demanded rights of disembark unto Omega — one that Shepard permitted. So disembark he did.
He could feel plenty of eyes boring into his carapace from each which way. The sounds of weaponry cocked, the confusion, the ... malice. He ignored them. Meanwhile, everything he touched, everything skin skimmed, all he could read was sweat and suffering, blood and pain; mortal struggle. It became so commonplace that he had to refrain from reaching out and touching railings, even out of instinct. Some people approached him, tried to talk to him, but he kept on walking.
He had a place to be, after all. Apparently that whence this collector had last been seen.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
[ @awkend ]
𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳. There were few things that bothered her quite as much as not knowing something ; information was power, and there was no individual on Omega that had as much power as her. For a while, she’d skirted along on not knowing the specifics of this situation — a Collector on Omega, no wonder people were talking — but it had gotten to the point where not knowing more was getting under her skin. Henchmen turned up dead or without information or proof, the subject — the supposed rogue Collector — yet again elusive, enigmatic.
Ironic that it would be a child that would lead her to it. So much for the competence of her lackeys.
Aria is in a rare position ; away from her perch at the top of Afterlife, somewhere in the dingy catwalks and streets between apartments. In her right hand is a tinier one, grimy little chitin-y clawed fingers held in hers. A turian child, leading her to a supposed insectoid friend, all too happy to help her, a woman who was not unlike a super-hero of sorts (their word, not hers) to the street-rats in every other alleyway.
❝ Alright, Kaevus, ❞ Aria says to her current small companion when they finally stop, her face impassive but eyes darting to every dark corner, ❝ Where’s your friend? ❞
1 note
·
View note
Text
@awkend asked: “we need hope, or else we cannot endure.” | prompt.
Part of Liara imagines that such faith had procured the lifespan of multiple civilizations—perhaps it is why they stand here, and now. Ilos was a testament to such dreams. But even in their disharmonic and chaotic time, there were those that were no saints, caught by the destruction and weight of their destruction.
Nothing quite perishes like Hope—a torrent of despair and crushing agony that leaves one empty. It leaves its victim alone, shattered by the brutality of their reality, stripping them of all their faith in ambition. Such bereavement inspires temptation.
Her loss had stung like no other—formerly foreign to the concept of pain mourning. Liara had experienced her lowest moments, hope’s morality extinguished in seconds—leaving the Asari alone, in the world that frequently conquers her head. Upon the Normandy’s destruction, she felt the fear, the melancholy threatening to ensnare her heart. Yet——Liara sparked the turmoil of her own emotions, anger igniting the fuse that would lead her into her future. The beacon signaling into eternity upon one fact:
Hope is perpetual.
In her trade and experiences, Liara lost sight of her aspiration; lost in her dark thoughts and objectives. Obscured by her pain and suffering—in plain sight despite the unfortunate relentlessness of life. She has had her fair share of tribulations these past few years but—
“The only hope, I seek for myself is to learn to incorporate this darkness into what makes me, me. I am—just not sure how to cultivate it as a strength. Yet, if one can learn to consolidate the benevolence and maliciousness—to harness the power of one’s shadow to positive ends, they I believe they can become stronger than many ever become.”
#CATCHEISMS ;; I despise thinking up titles for my own academic research ( Asks. )#awkend#she knows very well#how important hope is#and how it's even sending them forward into the uncertain#and catastrophic future#but it's not a topic Liara's not entirely willing to discuss at length#to halt her own fears#she thinks a lot#probably too much--
1 note
·
View note
Text
@awkend / liked.
TRUTHFULLY, SHE IS ready to hear the reprimands from not only the crew but her superiors in general. she understands where the worry and caution comes from but not everyone who truly knows lorna should be surprised. the topic of ‘shepard, we were just shooting these things not too long ago’ gets brushed aside. the same could be same of legion. they spent an entire year hunting down geth. perhaps longer. they got over it with them, they can get over it again. “ how are you settling in? ” she approaches with her own caution but the look on her face does not indicate the same feelings as the rest of the crew. in the face of something once called enemy she stands firm. formal, even. “ aside from the awkward stares i’m sure you’ve gotten. ”
#awkend#` keep on blinking at the moon. | me3#ur concept is so unique how does it feel to be so creative#queue *
0 notes
Text
@awkend .
the business on omega was just that , business on omega. it was out of his way and aria seemed to keep a leash on pretty much everything that went on. but when the message had come through his private terminal , a vague offer for more war assets for the great commander shepard to put a stop to these supposed sightings ? he wasn’t in the business of saying no.
the new archangel. something he never thought he’d be hearing. he wondered what garrus thought about that ... the temptation to bring him along was almost too strong to say otherwise. the huff of a strained laugh as he pressed the read button on his terminal and set a course for omega. the first order of business would be the shops — he’d read up on all the sightings on their journey through the relay , but it wouldn’t hurt to ask around a bit.
#awkend#awkend01.#in character.#thread: short.#verse: unknown.#uhhhh hope this works!!!!#if not i can try to toss something else together.#i tried to make it vague so you could do whatever you wanted with it.
1 note
·
View note
Note
"I have to do this.”
"Oh? How interesting. Do what, exactly? You are a unique being. I am very interested in what you supposedly have to be doing."
0 notes
Text
@awkend asked:🍍, 🥝 for jack ! // MEME.
🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?
We see that Jack has taken great strides into shaping and marking herself into who she is through her tattoos and hair. Jack spent her childhood being treated more as an object, a thing for others to use, play with, and discard when it suits them. Her tattoos are a form of therapy and also an attempt at reclaiming her own body back. She uses her ink as a warning to those that would try and do what others in the past have.
So as far as comfort goes, I think this is... a difficult topic to discuss as it does dive into some significant trauma she’s endured. Jack likely experienced large bouts of disassociation or not feeling comfortable in her own skin; her poems reference that heavily and this is a common symptom following a specific type of trauma she endured as well. It took time for her to feel some level of comfort in her body, and feel like she’s in control of it, and I really do think the tattoos were therapeutic in helping her start anew with that as well as marking important chapters of her life.
As for the last question, Jack isn’t focused on being found attractive. She wants people to see her as something not to fuck with.
🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it?
I do think she has some daredevil/thrill seeker tendencies so I can see her indulging in certain activities that not everyone’s into (skydiving, zero-gee activities, etc). This sort of thing she’s pretty open about, it fits well for her persona.
As for something more hidden, she definitely has an interest in writing and poetry. Her writing is a core part of her identity; in the beginning fractured and disjointed and saturated with rage and hurt from the experiences she went through. I like to imagine that with Shepard’s, her students’, and the Normandy crew’s experience over time, that she settles into her identity and finds her voice become more collected over time.
#love a fighty poetry nerd 🥺#ty for sending!#❆ of the people. (HEADCANON)❆#❆ headcanon. (JACK) ❆#❆ ch: jack. ❆
1 note
·
View note
Text
She Wanted the Dogs to have a Sleepover
This is the working title for the chapter on why my weekend has been nothing short of relaxing.
In addition to all the pieces of the puzzle that are packing/ storing/ moving our lives, let’s have a brother & sister doggie sleepover this weekend as well.
Wife: goes to bed at 10:30 (tired), Dogs fast asleep on the sofa.
Husband: winding down falls asleep (somewhat) while sitting in a chair at 1:00; Dogs still fast asleep on the sofa.
Dogs: suddenly wake up startled at 2:30, abruptly leave sofa, go into bed with Wife.
Wife: shifts around makes room for 2 dogs that now need to touch each other
Husband: wakes up during the commotion, goes to sleep on the sofa
Dog1: used to getting up at this time - starts wrestling on the bed at 4:30
Dog2: not my normal routine, but OK
Wife: pissed at this recent act of stupidity, gets dogs back to sleep
Husband: awakened from all the commotion in the other room
Dogs: ok we’ll try this again at 6:30
Wife: it’s now 7:30 I need to do my yoga
Husband: (awkended every hour/ other hour) for the last 6 - great guess I’m getting up as well
13 notes
·
View notes