#afraidofchange: alice shepard

[immobiliter]

       “ We are guilty looking down on this. ” There was every chance that this, like so many other interactions within the top brass, would be like talking to a brick wall, but Bobbie had to try. “ And looking the other way is no better. ”

🎁 / @afraidofchange + alice shepard 37. to be brave, bryde

[colnerys]

[TEXT] - me, you, a bad movie. you in?  ( from Shepard )

slide into kira's DMs | accepting.

[ TEXT —shepard voyager ] : how bad?? [ TEXT —shepard voyager ] : cpt proton level of bad? [ TEXT —shepard voyager ] : anyways im in

[heroesvow]

Send 💋 to kiss my muse! ( @afraidofchange )

Miranda didn't want to think about the wasted time, all that time spent together on the Normandy and she had refused to act until the very last second, and after Shepard was finally within her arms she had lost her again when the Alliance took her. She had purposely acted aloof this entire time, doing her own thing, her mission to save her sister, while a success, she had never been able to complete without the Commander and here she was again, on the bloody ship, outside a door and wondering if everything they did was for nothing.

The door opens and Miranda doesn't have time to catch her surprise. Just a quiet whispered "Alice." Drops from her lips, a name she never used, but in this moment seemed appropriate, and just after the name dropped are their limbs entangled, lips meeting as tears fall from Miranda's eyes now that she was safe within that room. Away from the ears of Joker, Tali and all the rest, inside a small place with the woman she wanted, safe from the Reaper war for only a fleeting moment of time.

"I'm working with the alliance." She whispers once she pulled away from the kiss. "It's a way to make up for Cerberus, it's my job. While you're in London with your squad, I'll be elsewhere, helping. I know I have to . . . but if you don't return to me I don't know what I'm going to do. We wasted so much time, I don't want to lose you. " She hated being vulnerable, hated being anything less than perfect.

It was only with her that she allowed the mirror of perfection to crack beneath the things that made her human.

[bloodiedbiotic]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄      [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄, -- blair shepard.

BOLD what applies - italicize sometimes.   repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably/ fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated /shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / RUSHES IN RECKLESSLY /tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds/ runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells (biotics)

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly /has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has PTSD  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by: @virmireisms (ty bb ♥) tagging: @anderwhohn (Izzy), @afraidofchange (Alice), @dutyworn, and anyone else who hasn't done this and wants to!

[archeolgstarch]

𝐒𝐂.  │   one-liner for @afraidofchange​ ( shepard )

❝ you really should have thought twice before playing billiards with an archer, commander. ❞

[reivontulet-arch]

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚: ( accepting ) send me a  ♗ and I’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse for @afraidofchange​ ( shepard & miri ) 

alice shepard:

miranda lawson:

bonus: more alice bc i love alice.

[tzorah]

🤝 +17 (from Shepard! )

while religion finds no residence in tali’s chest,  there is a devout faith in this:  in shepard.   fear threatens to swallow her,  some nights.   she wishes she were braver,  she wishes she knew better.   but it is this desire that drives tali forward,  with shepard urging at her side.   tali is emboldened by the woman’s touch;  her sentiment blowing on the embers of flame.   the fire is there to begin with,  but it swells to warm the room,  when shepard encourages it.   ❝  ... 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍.  ❞   tali can speak to that much with certainty.   the fear is felt all the same,  but she finds the strength to persevere.   ❝  𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.  ❞   and after that,  too.

prompt:  source.

[cryochronism]

@afraidofchange said: 'what are you into’ is such a fucking broad question. what do i say to that? a tv show or choking? // shepard & jack. [MEME]

❝Shit, Shep - why ask me this?❞ She sits back in her seat with a grimace, before knocking back enough of her beer to at least start to feel enough of something to even consider thinking about this. Tongue running over her teeth in thought; Jack decides it’s better to just take it from here. She leans over Alice’s omni-tool, intentionally blocking her sight before firing away a message before the soldier can respond. ❝There, did it for you. And it’s both, by the way. Don’t waste your time with someone that can’t handle that. Trust me.❞

[horrorempathya]

you  know,   at  least  when  claire  is  in  bed  with  @tornhumanity  &  @afraidofchange,  she  only  has  to  moan  out  one  name.

[colnerys]

DIRTY PICKUP LINES, accepting. 

@afraidofchange​ : ❛  i know a great way to burn off the calories in that drink.  ❜ ( Shepard, being ridiculous smh)

quizzically, kira looks at shepard as she speaks— eyes dart at the amber ale in the glass that balances on a joint of her pinky finger. some of the federation standard unit of measurements still perplexed her so her eyes squint slightly, taking another sip as she searches for the bajoran translation that she recalls from one of those federation standard lessons she skimmed. 

“  why would i wanna burn ‘em off? the doctor told me i need more of those uh, calories.  ”

[synthmama]

@afraidofchange || starter call. 

“Careful now, Spectre. I’m told all the groundskeepers have already been warned of your arrival here on the Presidium. Something about a watchlist, and you being a credible threat to aquatic marine life, et cetera et cetera. Merely a conservation effort, I’m told.” Were it anyone else Quinn was speaking to, they’d be hard pressed to tell if she was being serious or not. She clues the Commander in by offering a humored smile, paired with a small wink. It’s more a matter of respect than anything else. 

“Current events aside, that wasn’t why I asked you to come by. I do have something for you -- and I’ll try to make it quick. I know you’re a busy woman, after all.” 

[archeolgstarch]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | fluff for @afraidofchange​ ( alice shepard ) 

            𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, still catching her breath as they reach their summit. the air is thinner and colder, but even then the fog parts and she can only see the beauty of the scenery before her. she hears alice shuffling with their climbing gear behind her, and reaches a hand towards her as she looks back,       ❝ leave that for a second , alice. come look at this view. ❞

[mysteriene]

⌦ @afraidofchange · Alice Shepard › cont.

               Liara did not always possess words capable of amenity—yet she could offer her innate ramblings to provide an air of comfort. It is the very least the Asari could do for Alice. Perhaps she doesn’t take enough breaks, better yet, is genuinely aware how they both work themselves to the bone. She does not want to bring her mind back to Thessia—to the crumbling Galaxy before them. That transgression was fought—burning into existence. Liara needed a moment of respite, to bask in the moment of simplicity.

               She had forgotten the time, lost to the throes of speech—and the warmth of her company. It’s almost disconcerting, but Liara does not mind. In truth, within in these quieter moments of intimacy with Shepard, the asari finds herself at ease. A moment to breathe—or share within each other’s hopes, pain, and sorrow.

               The moments after become a frenzy; Alice to bring forth her attention, the now-mere centimeters they were apart stirred anticipation—yet furthered desire. She smiled, exchanging the sweet nothings of concern, fully aware of the lack of sleep Shepard had accumulated. Liara worries, of course... she always had, with little effort to hide such notions. Nonetheless, the asari refrained from argument but only looked to Alice—that smile reflecting her somber feelings but never dismissed Liara’s care.

                There is no hesitation, quickly to catch a falling cheek; Liara, as if desperate, still refrains from further action—if only for a second. She wants Alice to look at her, to not deflect from those words that were so fondly spoken. Liara did not always capture her own words well, but chose to act rather than express what dialogue could no longer confess. The Asari is quick, cautious and meek in their first affair as Liara shared a gentle endearment with Shepard.

               It felt, genuine. But in her moment of fervor, Liara remembers herself, gently parting their connection for a subtle apology. She only wishes that Shepard does not catch onto the violet that dares to threaten her cheeks—but revels in the counterpart of rouge that speckles across Alice’s visage. Shyness is replaced by perplexity; sapphire eyes to blink in regards to what her companion confessed—did she hear that right?

                Her smile parts, rounded laughter relinquish in tandem with her rebuttal. Liara obliges the faint revelation. It is an impulse, closing the slight distance between their lips in a slow, more unabashed, flurry of cascades as if dozing in the warmth of a dream, basking in a sense of longing—and yet temporal peace. Reluctantly, Liara chooses to part from their caress, even if it’s only a short distance. That same simper reflects across her expression, bestowing yet again subtle laughter—reflecting a sense of elation. After all, those two, simple kisses were the essence of so many words that Liara could not find to say.

               “What are we doing?” She rouses, from the quaint silence; hiding, slightly against the crook of Alice’s neck where her smile refuses to cease.

[bloodiedbiotic]

   *        muse  favourites  /  preferences

ANIMAL  :   we all know blair and her hamster, alkfjgkaf. but in reality, shepard's a dog person. probably a no pun intended german shepherd or a doberman.

FLOWER  :  spider lillies.

SCENT  :   petrichor, fresh coffee, ozone.

COFFEE  :    blair will typically drink it black, maybe sometimes adding creamer if she's drinking to enjoy it rather than to stay awake.

TEA  :  it's not something she'd choose, but she'd more than likely drink an arnold palmer.

DRINK  :  coffee, water, or energy drinks.

ALCOHOLIC  BEVERAGE  :   red wine, or rum and coke.

FOOD  :  filet mignon.

DESSERT  :  gelato.

ARTICLE  OF  CLOTHING  :    armor, or her alliance fatigues.

CANDY  :  chocolate.

LEFT  OR  RIGHT-HANDED  ?  :  right-dominant but able to use her left in regards to combat.

SLOPPY  OR  NEAT  WRITING  ?  :  somewhat neat printing, blair's writing for official reports will be in all caps with the use of small caps.

CLEAN  OR  MESSY  HOME  ?  :  blair's home is her cabin in the normandy, and it's an organized mess.

SHOWER  IN  MORNING  OR  NIGHT  ?  :  dependent on the events of the day, but she prefers showering at night.

TASKS  DONE  EARLY  OR  LAST  MINUTE  ?  :  blair was good at keeping up with her paperwork but by the time of the reaper war, procrastination gets a grip on her and tasks get done last minute.

LOVE  LANGUAGE  ?  :  touch primarily, but also quality time when able to.

BELIEVE  IN  LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT  ?  :  she doesn't believe in love at first sight, no, but she believes in connections. meeting someone and you just click with them. if that leads to love is all about the actions made between both parties.

tagged by: @virmireisms ! ty bb ♥

tagging: @astraldestiny (lydia), @systems-alliance-pilot, @afraidofchange (alice), @anderwhohn (joker), and anyone else who wants to do this! ♥

[fatalelity]

@afraidofchange​ asked: ❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞ ( if you want, from Alice Shepard )

ITS ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING, accepting. 

gaze outward at the peaceful nightsky, almost absent in every way — her mind’s running on rapid sequences of uncatchable thoughts. palms remained furled in a loose grip, an evidently anxious yet seemingly methodical tapping of her fist against her curled up knees. but when shepard speaks, it knocks her out of her dissociative trance. blinking in rapid succession, finally lets the words register before letting out a chuckle in response. 

❝  tell me about it,  ❞    addison only sighs, her fists lax in their form.  she thinks about her life in that instance, thinking about every decision that’s led her here.  ❝  it sucks, doesn’t it?  ❞

[colnerys]

now kira nerys never thought she would make it a habit to fraternize with the voyager crew. after all, she’s determined to find her way back to bajor no matter what ( save, for murder of course ).  yet, more than three years have passed and after everything her and janeway’s crew have gone through, there’s a certain fondness for the members. what she never would expect would be playing some juvenile game of “truth or dare”— did humans really find amusement from all this? but, she indulges in it whilst casting @afraidofchange​ a twisted brow raised in disbelief. 

“ major kira, truth or dare. ”  tom paris all but hummed.  “ what do you take me for? a coward? dare. ”  kira all but scoffed.  “ hm ... okay. i dare you to sleep with commander shep—” “ tom! ”  harry and b’elanna both sought to cover his mouth, horrified at his request.  kira’s brow lofted higher, arms crossing before looking over at alice shepard then at the flustered operations crew. “ okay! fine! ”  tom gasped as he wrung himself free.  “  i was just joking!  ” “ well,  ”  kira cleared her throat uncomfortably before downing her IPA.  “  it’s uh... it’s late. i got a looong list of repairs for the defiant tomorrow so...  ”  she stood up, brushing the nonexistent dust off her uniform.  

without any further ado, she bolted out of lieutenant paris’ room, cheeks positively flushed at the encounter. maybe it was the environmental controls failing again or maybe it was the prospect of her and— 

“ oh, hey.  ”  kira nerys snapped out of her trance at the sound of shepard calling out  after her.  “  what a night, huh?  ”  her words almost sheepish in their nature, trying to laugh off the fact that paris put the thought of them having sex in that cramped little closet of his.  

“ yeah,  ”  shepard let out a snort followed by a laugh that instinctively brought a smile onto nerys’ own lips.  “  i wonder what paris’ dare was.  ”  she shrugged with a nonchalance that kira couldn’t comprehend it was just like— just like jadzia dax. the worst part was? kira nerys was almost certain that alice shepard knew exactly what paris was about to delegate in that moment. 

“ really? you're using paris’ dare as an excuse to sleep with me?  ”  a feigned annoyance, more so a challenge in her own rite. now, bareil was most likely waiting for her back at home and under normal circumstances nerys would feel awful for even having a conversation like this. yet, she knew that these circumstances were extraordinary— the prophets would understand. 

“ what? not up for the challenge?  ”  and shepard took a step forward as kira turned her gaze upward, staring into the other’s eyes, unwilling to back down. 

“ oh, i’m up for it alright.  ”  smirk twitching at the corner of her lips as kira took a step forward too. their bodies barely brush against one another and for a moment kira nerys hesitated— thinking about the times when she wondered what it was like to kiss dax but every time she thought about that the guilt of bareil being hurt by her actions reared its ugly head. 

ah, screw it. 

finger’s tangled into coarse dark hair, immediately pulling shepard in, lips crashing against her’s hungrily as she subconsciously stretches on her tip-toes. before kira could have a moment of regret or think about the consequences of her actions, shepard’s kissing her back— pushing her against the wall and nerys let out a soft groan upon impact. 

shivers run up her spine, she couldn’t think aside from the impending fear of being found by another so her vacant hand searched behind her, hoping to find a latch to some secret doorwa— aha! kira grinned against shepard’s lips, her fingers tugging at the latch ... and with a cacophonous thud, her back’s against the floor of one of the jefferies’ tube junctions. softly, she laughed but that never stopped kira nerys before. nails dig into alice’s scalp, feeling the way how she gasped and shuddered into her touch ... god, this was exhilarating. 

before nerys could fully recount what was happening, her militia top was thrown onto the floor, her undershirt bunched up with her chest bare whilst shepard’s mouth worked their magic and kira, silenced any and all noises that would’ve escaped with as much effort as she could muster. skin flushed, hotter than a summer’s day, she finally caved into this sensational wave of pleasure that rode from the tip of her toes all the way up her spine. 

❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare .