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                                          someone told me there’s a girl out there                                        with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

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Wonderin if the remaster is bringing folks back...

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First Meeting Starters

“Hello there! I’m __!” 

“Who are you?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there!” 

“Woah, you’re huge.”

“Woah, you’re tiny!” 

“Lost too, huh?” 

“Mind if I sit here?” 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you know __?”

“Excuse me, but can you help me?”

“Excuse me, but you look like you are in need of help.”

“Good evening.” 

“Good morning.”

“Nice day, isn’t it?” 

“Excuse me, but you dropped this!”

“Have you seen __ anywhere?”

“Can you please move?” 

“Are you __?”

“Do you know __?”

“I like your __.”

“Pardon me, but are you okay?” 

“I don’t know who you are, but I think we should run now.” 

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Starter call!

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Hi there! My name’s Jay, and I’m back with my newly revamped blog for my oc Odette Veilleux, the most optimistic little bundle of sunshine and rainbows biotic you’re ever going to meet. So if you’re interested in a sweet, awkward, indie Mass Effect oc, drop me a like or a reblog to help me get around!

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muse headcanons!

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you:

☠: my muse’s biggest fear ☮: when my muse feels the most at ease ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset ♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre ✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) ❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like ☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year ∞: if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc. ✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was ♧: something my muse is really good at ✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of ✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about ☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous ✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere ✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about ✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said

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wetheresilientfew‌:

It was a good thing he had fallen back to put some medi-gel on the wound in his side, he saw the husk break through the line, saw it start running towards the biotic students. One whom he knew, leaping over a stack of crates Cillian grabbed the husk by the back of the neck and with a flair of his own biotics threw it twenty feet in the air before cleanly taking it’s head off with his rifle.

“Fall back now!” He barked at the students not yet noticing the wound in his side had reopened. “Get to the fall back positions and get yourselves something to eat. One way or another we are going to need you before this shit show is over.”  His helmet may have covered his face but his voice came out perfectly clear. Looking at Odette he holds out a hand to her. “Come on, let’s get you moving too.” Things were going badly and he was going to be needed again, but for the moment there was enough time to help her.. for now there was time.

The young woman gave a startled shout when the husk was flung aside, and for a moment, she sat in dumb shock. It wasn’t until she heard that voice- that voice! That was when she perked a bit, and as her fellow students fell back, she reached up to take the offered hand, pulling herself shakily to her feet. Of all the people to find them out here!

And oh, was she grateful for it.

Odette muttered a quick prayer in French before steadying herself, then put her free hand over the one he was holding hers with. She was grateful, but even as they were moving off the front lines, she still needed to catch her breath.

“I would not have known you if you had not spoken. Thank God you came; we were overrun...” She cast a quick look over her shoulder, to the rest of the fighting. She was so unsettled, but she couldn’t focus on that. She did need to sit, and get water and food into her. “I did not even see that husk... we have been throwing everything we have at them.”

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Dove Cameron

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They weren’t supposed to be on the front lines. Well... not in theory, at any rate. The Ascension Program students were supposed to be providing support, providing barrier reinforcement and other manners of biotic assistance to the soldiers doing the fighting against Reaper forces on the ground. But things didn’t always go the way they should, and this war was never going to be easy from the start.

Odette was exhausted. There was so little time to recharge between bursts, and now she was up with trained soldiers. She had never even intended to be a soldier herself when she was at Jon Grissom Academy. She just wanted to learn to control her erratic biotics, then go home to New Orleans.

But here she was. Lobbing singularities to be blasted by her fellows with warps, scattering the monstrosities setting upon them. But they were all so tired, and being tired in a situation like this meant making mistakes. The fair haired biotic was shaking, trying to maintain her composure, but she had little energy left, her biotics flickering erratically as she tried to muster up strength.

She was so distracted, so damn tired, that she didn’t even see that she had suddenly become a target...

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Starter call!

[bioticballet]

Hi there! My name’s Jay, and I’m back with my newly revamped blog for my oc Odette Veilleux, the most optimistic little bundle of sunshine and rainbows biotic you’re ever going to meet. So if you’re interested in a sweet, awkward, indie Mass Effect oc, drop me a like or a reblog to help me get around!

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First time meetings

Send a symbol for our muses to meet 

✬ - Under a covered building to escape the rain

❅ - Trapped on a mountain during a storm

❖ - On the battle field

☤ - In a hospital

☑ - At a bar after a long day

☸ - On  a luxury cruise

☀ - In the park

✩ - Stargazing

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                                       “ I am no bird; and no net ensnares me:          I am a free human being with an independent will. ”

                                                            indie mass effect oc                                                                 odette veilleux

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Coming back~! Finally. I’m replaying the games and realized how much I missed this nerd.

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Another day, another chance for the young ballerina to slip away from the bodyguards assigned to her by her mother and find something - anything - else to do. She didn’t mind going to the opera, but she honestly preferred to go and do things on her own. Whatever those things were, she wasn’t sure yet. But it did involve climbing fire escapes to get a better look at the city around her.

She had actually expected to find herself alone up here, but were those... glowing eyes?

Instinct told Odette she should probably run, but curiosity persisted. Maybe whoever it was had goggles on. After all, a lot of people wore goggles, right? Curiously, she slipped forward, footsteps light and careful. Whoever it was, they seemed to be watching the city as well.

“Excuse me?”

She hoped she wasn’t intruding. Or trespassing on someone else’s rooftop. But the view up here was so nice, so maybe he would let her sit with him for a while? As she got closer, it didn’t really look like he was much older than she was.

“Is this your rooftop?” She hoped she was using the right words. English was still a tricky language for her, evidenced through her thick accent. “I was trying to find a place to observe the city lights, but I do not wish to intrude upon you or trespass.”

New York City.

He’d never seen it before when he was younger, but he had certainly read about it. His father traveled there for business meetings a handful of times, but Aiden never went along with him, even after his mother had passed away. 

Back when, his father’s assistant doubled as his babysitter, until he was old enough to stay home by himself.

It all seemed like such a distant memory now.. and almost like an entirely different life. Almost as though he simply read it somewhere, and adapted it into his own life, filling up some strange gap.

The infected sat with his legs drawn up close to his body, red eyes letting off a light, almost eerie glow in the darkness. His attention was focused down at the busy streets, observing the lights, cars, and people as they passed in the masses, even so late at night..

The thought brought a smile to his face, as he enjoyed watching from his quiet perch, admiring the view and all it had to offer him. Despite knowing he couldn’t join them, for fear of causing another apocalypse, very much like his original home.. it was nice. These people were alive, thriving, and moving around living their own individual lives..

There was still an element of danger to be sure. No one was safe, happy and content 100% of the time, especially in such a large city, potentially full of crime.. but it was unlike the horrors that Aiden had lived through before.

So for now, he was content with simply enjoying the view. 

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​❛ and they were roommates ! ❜

The girl’s eyes were wide as could be as she listened to the tale being spun, twisting a few strands of hair between her fingertips. Her own mother wasn’t fond of storytelling… too busy at the opera house.

So hearing someone weave even a bland story was perhaps a little more special to her than most.

“No! Really?! I cannot believe they did not realize, even after all that time…”