#sibling shep au

[acciokaidanalenko]

Got the bones of the intro to my Sibling Shep AU written and I'm so excited about it because it includes:

Kaidan being a cute little Stepdad

Brief domestic bliss between Natasha & Kaidan

A traumatic flashback of the Normandy attack

Anyway, it's gonna be a fun time!! 🥰

I started working on a Merc!Shep AU too! Which is basically just a fun way for me to have Natasha meet Thane and Wrex pre-canon, and is also gonna be a fun time!

[shepards-folly]

A wc!birdsibs doodle cause they’ve been in my head. [alt without the wet cat text under the cut]

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Hey, Frost! Congratulations on reaching 200 followers!!

This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal), just asking on anon rather than my main account.

For my request, I was wondering about a fic focusing on Hunter & Omega with a father & daughter vibe (or just siblings is fine too.) I really don't have anything specific in mind. It could be after everyone (including Tech) is living safe on Pabu. Maybe Hunter comforting Omega about something...or vice versa. I don't know...sorry! If you need more to go on, let me know. I'm blanking...

Thanks!

New Night Routines [Hunter and Omega Family Fic]

Warnings and Information: Officially settling into island life after everything they’ve been through since the emergence of the Empire will take time, Hunter knows that. Patience is paramount in times like these, and the people of Pabu’s limitless generosity and neighborly nature make light work of helping all six members of Clone Force 99 lay down roots. Now, the biggest battle for him, his brothers, and Omega is getting a good night’s sleep.  TBB AU where everyone gets to live happily ever after. Reference and allusion to canon-typical injury and violence. Mainly fluff and feel-good family moments. Minimal Star Wars and real-world swearing. Limited Mando’a. Fictional sea creatures. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. 

Word count: 4,020

When the decision had been made to carve out a comfortable life for themselves at long last, Shep Hazard was all too happy to provide the Batch with a proper Pabuan house. He’d been insisting upon it for some time now, but the offer had always been turned down, saying the same thing each occasion.

“There’s still a lot to sort out. We need more time to come to a proper decision.”

They had the Empire to contend with. Brothers to help. Sowing the seeds of a growing rebellion.

So when the time finally came, Hunter was thrilled to take Shep up on the next offer. No more living on the run. No more sleeping and living out of the attack shuttle. They would have a safe roof to sleep under, and a steady supply of surf and sun to fill their days. The island community came together when news broke that they were here to stay, rolling up their sleeves to repay a multitude of favors from repairing Lower Pabu following the last sea surge. 

Without the whip-smart fishermen, rewiring the house would have taken Tech many long weeks of steady work in order to bring everything up to his standards on his own. 

Wrecker had the help of the community’s woodworkers in replacing anything suffering from wood rot and constructing newer, sturdier furniture. 

Artists pooled themselves together and slung paint in every room of the house under Crosshair’s watchful eye; by lunch every room had been given a base coat, and by dinner, detail-work began once it was agreed who slept where, giving those spaces tailored touches. 

Echo, though he would often be away assisting Captain Rex and the Clone rebellion, found ways to contribute to construction, incorporating hidden compartments and caches in their eventual living space for safekeeping their old armor and weaponry. 

Omega had grand plans to decorate not just the room she had all to herself, but the whole of the house all on her own if Hunter didn’t insist upon helping between his own odd jobs. The prospect of having more than just the barest of bare essentials, but now the ‘basics’ was entirely thrilling to Omega, and perhaps more than a little overwhelming at times for Hunter. 

There’s just so much… stuff.

Blankets and pillows had been small familiarities with the GAR, but patterned bedding and special linens? Decorative pillows? Was that all really necessary?

Maybe not to him, but making sure Omega felt like an equal contributor to putting together their home meant entertaining her enthusiasm in other ways when there were no tasks suitable for her to assist with. If there were heavy shelves to hang, Hunter helped her find the best baskets offered by the island’s artisans to use for storage. When the sturdier bed frames were carefully squeezed into the house, he went with Omega on a walk to collect the blankets that had been set aside for them by the many fibercraft artists. 

And every evening after dinner, Hunter promised to do whatever she wanted for an hour to reward her for being so patient throughout all of this. Occasionally, one hour often bled into two, sometimes three before both would be thoroughly worn out and ready to turn in for the night. 

Sometimes she wanted to sit under the weeping maya tree, gazing at the star-crusted indigo skies together. Other nights, Omega wanted to roam the Archium and proudly show off all she had learned from Phee, or Layana, or Tech about each of the valuable items stored here. They’ve crawled through several of the island’s coves in the growing twilight, collecting enough sea glass that Phee offered to find a jeweler who could turn the frosted fragments into beautiful sun-catchers for them. 

Enjoying this nightly routine with her, Hunter considered making this a weekly thing once the house had been finished, which wouldn’t be much longer now. While he and his vode were accustomed to sleeping in the Havoc Marauder during the Clone Wars, he was growing tired of it long term. 

Maker, he couldn’t wait to get into that house. 

As hard as it could be to accept, her brothers knew Omega wouldn’t stay little forever. She was a growing girl who needed more room to grow, to decide what kind of life to make for herself, to simply live. And a gunner’s mount was no place for any of that. 

Laying down roots on Pabu would be good for her. 

For all of them. 

After two weeks of continuous construction and regular after-dark adventures, the morning finally came that the Batch’s new house would be complete by lunch time. Perhaps even before, depending on how many members of this selfless community came together to help the vode furnish each room. 

Omega woke shortly before dawn, too excited to sleep, or think about trying. 

Hunter found himself roused from a comfortable slumber by a bright-eyed pre-teen, her pale, curly hair an adorably bedraggled mess as she gingerly shook his arm. 

“Hunter. Hunter!”

Crosshair, ever the light sleeper, began to stir in the bunk across from Hunter’s just as the other began to sit up and work feeling into his limbs. They had all promised her long ago that if she ever needed anything, and they meant anything, from one of them for any reason, she never had a reason to hesitate waking her brothers.

“What’s wrong?” 

Hunter tugged the blanket over the sniper’s head, chuckling warmly. “Go back to sleep, Cross. I’ve got it handled.” He didn’t even know what it was, but it didn’t matter. By nature of his engineering and training, Hunter had a life’s worth of experience in waking up suddenly and quickly. Alert in just a short time, he came up with something to do to let the others get as much sleep as they could while tugging on his boots. 

“Think we can find something new in our favorite tide pools that Tech hasn’t seen before?”

It should be enough to keep them occupied for an hour or two before joining the others in putting the finishing touches on the house. 

Omega nodded, enthusiastic and eager. 

“Atta girl.” 

Hunter ruffled her hair before sending her up to the cockpit to collect the beach bag Lyana had gifted her. This would give him more than enough time to shimmy out of the shirt he slept in and into something different. Once dressed, he rounded up a few more things around the Marauder he thought they might want - a drybag for when Omega inevitably wanted to splash her feet in the water, the datapad she used for her studies, and laid a change of clothing out for each of them at the foot of his bunk. Just in case. 

They met at the gangplank, Hunter keying in the appropriate sequence to lower the ramp. 

“All set, Havoc Five?”

Omega grinned, giddy and full of energy. “Ready, Havoc One!”

“Good,” Hunter returned the smile with one of his own. “Race you down to the water, then?” 

Scuttling down the ramp together, Omega tore off in a burst of gleeful giggles, Hunter close behind. 

Having been on the run for so long, living hand-to-mouth and facing peril after peril with the bravest of faces, Omega had begun laughing less and less. As their arrangement with Cid crawled to a boiling point, tempers flaring in the backroom of the Parlor, Bolo and Ketch found less and less success in making the adolescent laugh. After their treacherous ordeal on Ipsidon was met with complete apathy, it wasn’t much longer that the Batch parted ways with the Trandoshan without so much as a word. 

Phee selflessly sharing her safe haven had given Omega back her laugh. 

Pabu and the generosity of her people were giving Omega a chance at a normal life, with normal experiences. Making friends her own age exposed her to many new things. When Lyana and other girls their age invited her to her first sleepover, Tech helped her prepare for it the day before with research and reassurance. 

“If, in the event you miss us, just remember that you have Lula. She’s been with the team for a long time. She’ll help you be brave, Omega.” 

It wouldn’t be beloved tooka dolls alone that brought Omega her new-found bravery here in Pabu’s safe harbor. It would be her brothers, too. 

Patiently learning to act less like a team, and more like a family, they were navigating this new life together. Hunter would certainly never take this for granted after everything the Batch had been through to get to this point. 

Just as Omega claimed she was going to reach the beach first, Hunter would catch up in a burst of speed and swoop his sister into his arms. Both of them would reach the beach at the same time this way. The laughter shared between them felt good. Freeing. Racing down to the water without a care in the galaxy, still new and novel to each of them, would become a memory more valuable than any vault of credits he could ever imagine. 

He had wanted that kind of life, once. As a cadet, likely younger than Omega had been when they first met, the prospect of living lavishly with his rowdy band of brothers after the war had been among the grandest dreams. A distraction, really, from the growing pains that plagued him and the endless hours of rigorous training, testing and tweaking of his enhancements. 

Now, settling into an easy life from the Imperial forces that poisoned a predator with fear and slowly turned him into prey was his dream. A dream free of being faced with situations so dire and desperate he would be forced to gnaw off a part of himself to escape, or keep Omega safe. 

Safe to create new routines of poking about the deeper tide pools for shells and strange, quad-eyed crustaceans with her brothers, her family. 

“Look at this one!” 

Omega carefully plucks a large crab out of the saltwater pool, keeping her hands behind its largest claw. She holds it out to Hunter, showing it off like a trophy with the proudest of smiles that she could catch one. They were often lightning-fast, scuttling down to the surf in a flash. Crosshair had figured out how to catch them to make it less challenging for Tech to study them, but not without several pinched fingers, first. 

Once he’d mastered the technique, Cross taught it to Omega and encouraged her to show Hunter the next time he and Omega went down to the cove for their after-dark adventures. (Probably in hopes of scaring the hell out of Hunter, the little shit.) Crosshair had always been talented at finding ways to catch things that didn’t like being caught. It had been a useful pastime during the war. 

“Looks very nice.” Hunter said, verbally applauding her accomplishment. “Can you tell what it is, Megs?”

“This is a false flotsam crab!” she declared, indicating the lack of splinter-like spikes lining the smallest claw. 

Hunter had to stifle a chuckle over how much she sounded and acted like their bespectacled brother. After the sea surge, they had seen a lot of flotsam crabs and the pretenders in the wreckage of Lower Pabu. Upon identifying them, Tech declared both species were perfectly edible - though they would want more of the flotsam crabs than the false ones - and basketfuls of these crabs were collected. People may have lost their homes, but there would be enough food to prevent anyone from going hungry. 

It was like the sea’s way of apologizing. 

It was also the first time the Batch had seen the scale of Pabu’s generosity, and resilience. No wonder they had fled the Empire and come to Pabu; these were good people. Good people who were helping him give his sister a good life. 

Omega brought the false flotsam closer to her brother, holding it out to him.

“Do you want to hold it?” 

Hunter shook his head, smiling. “That’s okay. Maybe another time, Omega.” There would be plenty of chances to catch crabs in the future. Endless opportunities to splash in the cool coastal waters, and bask in the salt-laden breeze and island sun. 

Placing the cranky creature back in the water, Omega returns to the task of finding something new to show Tech before they return to the others, where together, they’ll make their house a proper home. 

When the sun has risen high enough, Omega leads the way to their new house, a large shell clutched tightly in her hands. Wearing her pack, Hunter follows behind, listening to her excited babbling of all the things she thinks her prize find could be. 

Found further down the beach by his sister, it had recently washed ashore, glimmering in the young sunlight of dawn the way Hunter had heard rumors of the appearance of kyber. Opalescent, clearer than ice. Some surfaces were smooth to the touch. Others, jagged and unpleasant. It was unlike anything the siblings had seen before. 

Omega called out their return the closer they were to the house. 

“Tech! Look what we found!” 

Hunter thought ‘we’ was being generous, but he did nothing to correct her. Tech, putting away his tools, takes the shell and examines it for all of ten seconds before announcing what they found. “Another glacial turban. That’s a rather remarkable specimen, Omega.” Omega pouts in disappointment to hear that they did not find something new, but it is soon forgotten as Tech spurs her youthful curiosity with a simple question. 

“Would you like to know what makes it so remarkable?”

“Yes!”

He asks her to wait there while he ducks inside a moment, collecting his datapad, most likely. When Tech returns, he has a second shell in hand rather than his trusty technology. “This is also a glacial turban.” he explains, kneeling beside her. Comparing the two together, he shows her how the first shell has far more opalescence and clarity than the other, and the color is stronger. 

Textbook perfect, he calls it. 

The others have crowded around to see, only opting to hold it once Omega says it’s okay. “S’beautiful, kid,” Wrecker says, carefully turning the turban over in his hands, “A real keeper!” Once he’s had a good look, the turban is passed to Echo, and the ARC trooper says the shell’s a real stunner. Crosshair says nothing, but the way he smiles as he studies the way the light warps and shifts on the surface explains more than enough. 

A teasing smile works its way free when Omega takes the shell back from him. 

“So? Do you like it?”

“Can’t get any better than textbook perfect, I suppose.” he replies, smiling wryly around a toothpick. 

Hunter lays a hand on one of Omega’s shoulders, looking down at her with a soft smile. “Sounds like we should find a special spot for you to show it off, then, Megs.” Now, looking up at his brothers, Hunter says the three words they had become very familiar with before all hell broke loose, once upon a time.

“You boys ready?”

Many hands make light work. Taking it room by room, they lay down rugs, make the beds and fluff up the pillows, and wrestle furniture into place. It would go a lot quicker if there was less fooling around, but making these new memories on what will soon be their first official day in a new house trumps efficiency. 

Phee drops in around mid-morning to check on their progress, finding the six of them piled on the floor, taking a short break in Tech and Wrecker’s room. “Getting tired? Neighbors have said you guys sound like you’ve been having a great time for several hours now.” Arms folded loosely against her chest, their friend is all smiles as Phee gives her report.

Tech adjusts his goggles before he replies. “Decorating a domicile has been more fun than I anticipated.”

Omega’s room is left for last out of the bedrooms, and every item within is a testament of love the people in her life had for her.

They started with the gifts from Phee and Lyana first. The sea glass sun-catcher was hung in a corner of the window, and a soft moon-yo toy was added beside Lula and her trooper doll on the bed. Next, each brother helped Omega fit his contribution to the room in only the most perfect places. 

The traditional telescope Crosshair had found and restored was tucked by the window, alongside other tools for stargazing. The bed frame that Wrecker had worked on longest of all was well worth the splinters when Omega lovingly awed over each embellishment that had been added by hand. The beaded curtains hung around her bed had been fashioned by Echo, worked on each night after she had gone to sleep. Tech gifted her a small set of shelves to display the special specimens she had collected in their travels. And adorning the bed laid the quilt Hunter had commissioned from one of Pabu’s reclusive-yet-crafty artisans, combining the common gray and red tones of Clone Force 99’s armor with the brighter hues found in Omega’s favorite colors. 

In spite of her excitement over her first proper bed since Kamino, Omega avoided climbing on it for fear of getting sand in the freshly-laundered sheets. Besides, they still had parts of the house to finish, chiefly the kitchen and living area, and Omega didn’t want them to lose the current momentum. If they wanted to have things finished by lunch, then they had less than an hour to do it. 

She would have the chance to find out just how comfortable the sleeping arrangements would prove at bedtime. 

Since the two of them had gone down to the beach before dawn, Hunter and Omega opted not to do a part of their nightly routine in favor of making their first night in a proper house an early one. Instead, they stayed with the rest of the Batch, playing a few short rounds of Sabbac or doing other things while waiting on their turn to shower. 

Wrecker would kindly offer to help Omega finish getting ready for bed while Hunter had his turn, but she declined. Her answer was less surprising than she might have expected; Hunter was already halfway to the refresher to get the water going before she had the chance to finish.

“I wanted to ask Tech to help me organize my specimens while waiting for Hunter…”

In good humor, Wrecker chuckles warmly before offering his sister’s hair a careful ruffle. 

“Alrigh’, ad’ika.” 

Ordinarily, Hunter never took long to wash up, but tonight he dawdled a bit more than usual to give Omega and Tech the opportunity to make decent progress. By the time he had dried, dressed, and detangled most of his hair from itself, he found the two of them sitting in the middle of Omega’s room. 

She had changed into a fresh pair of brushed-cotton sleepwear at some point, and was now allowing Tech to finish her haircare for the night. Joining this rather sweet scene, Hunter waits by Omega’s bed, quietly listening as they talk over her collection. Tech, kneeling behind her, is mostly focused on the instructions he is reading over her shoulder on how to start taking better care of the hair-type they have inherited from Jango Fett, the Clone template. 

“This appears to be mostly in chronological order, now. But a few items appear to be… missing.”

“I think some of them are still in your footlockers.” Omega replies, patiently enduring an unpleasant tug from the brush as Tech finds a rather stubborn knot. 

Promising to help her take care of getting the missing items in the morning, Tech asks Hunter to carefully set everything aside on the desk for the time being while he finishes up. He obliges his brother’s request, working quickly as both of them can see how drowsy she’s becoming. Being up before dawn will do that. Once he’s finished, Hunter lifts Omega from the floor, carrying her to bed.  

“C’mere, Megs. Bedtime.” 

He tucks her in, pulling the quilt up to her shoulder after making sure Lula is secure in Omega’s arms. It shouldn’t be long before she’s asleep, so Hunter and Tech don’t linger longer than it takes to say goodnight and shut off the light. 

“Jate ca, Omega.”

There’s little more than a sleepy hum in response. She is well and truly tuckered out. 

Omega sleeps soundly for about an hour before being stirred awake by something outside her window. It’s nothing more than playful moon-yo chatter outside, thankfully. Once they scamper off, she settles back down, but something feels… off. Not necessarily the room itself, but how quiet it is. After living on the run for so long, little more than a curtain between her and her brothers, the utter silence of the room is uncomfortable. Unsure what else to do about failing to fall asleep, Omega climbs carefully out of bed, and slips down to her brothers’ room. 

Hunter stirs before she’s gotten farther than the foot of his bed, waking easily with his keen sense of hearing. “What’s the matter, Megs?” His voice, low and sleepy, is partially muffled by his pillow before sitting up to address the situation. 

“It’s… it’s too quiet to fall back asleep. It’s making me feel uneasy.” she admits in a whisper, squeezing one of Lula’s paws to try to soothe herself. 

“... too quiet?” 

Hunter furrows his brow, wondering why a room being too quiet would make it hard to sleep when you’re sharing a room with someone. Then he remembers that she’s not sharing a room with anyone. She’s been given her own room, and she’s likely not used to being by herself anymore. Of course. All of them, for one reason or another, had forgotten to consider what might happen when she would be sleeping on her own for these new night routines… 

That was their fault, his fault, more than her’s. 

“C’mere, ad’ika. I have an idea.” 

Pillow under one arm and Omega in the other, he carries her back to her bedroom, giving her a choice. “Until we can find a sound machine to help you sleep, I’ll stay with you to help you get used to your room. Now, where do you want me to sleep?” Unsurprisingly, Omega quickly makes space so he can share both her bed and new quilt.

As she pulled it over them, she noticed the backing wasn’t just any old material. Her brothers had taken portions of their old bodysuits, carefully washing the material before donating these pieces to the blanket. Designs dear to them had been stitched in contrasting thread so she would know who particular patches came from. 

In the dark, fingers traced out the words “We’ll always have your back” at the very top of the blanket. The artisan’s neat work made her brothers’ collective loyalty and a promise all the more tangible.

As Hunter lay next to her, it wasn’t long before she was able to settle down again. Holding her close, he listened as her breathing evened out, eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Omega would be asleep before long, but not before she had one last thing to say. 

“Thank you, Hunter…”

“You’re welcome, Omega. Sweet dreams.”

Once she had drifted off, tucking her head under her brother’s chin, Hunter would carefully lay a kiss in the crown of her hair, bidding her to sleep well for the rest of the night. He listened to her for a while longer, quietly grateful that this instance of being unable to sleep was so easy to remedy. Grateful too, in a sense, that that was now among their biggest battles. 

Until their roots were firmer, settling down on Pabu would have a few growing pains. Adapting to change could be hard. Adjusting to new routines could be hard, too. 

But they didn’t have to be, so long as the Batch had each other’s backs.

Thank you for making such a sweet request for this little event Carol. I tried to include most of your ideas without rambling too too much, haha. I hope you enjoyed it! 🩷 (And apologies if the pacing feels a bit "off" in places as things were cut for brevity!)

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[bitterkarmaa]

Head in hands, sobbing

He won’t leave me alone💔

Anyways

✨It’s Nexus time✨

So, you may be wondering:

“Shep, how the hell are you going to shove this twit into your weird ass AU?”

And my answer is:

Good question.

Anyways pt 2

Here’s how they’ll be presented in Karma’s Bitter!

-> He/they

-> Yes, those are Solar’s goggles

-> Chronic cough

-> Scarring on face is a result of the blast that sent him to outer space time-out. He can still see fine out of both eyes

-> The tear in his pants comes from a failed experiment to bring Solar back

-> The straps around their knees is to keep their legs from bending like Moon’s do, but this causes a lot of strain on the joints as a result. Sometimes one or the other leg decides to just give up and take a break without warning. Rays got him a pair of forearm crutches for occasions like this, although it doesn’t happen as often as Rays and Eclipse’s own problems do

-> Taller than Moon because of their leg augmentation

-> Follows Eclipse around like a puppy. Eclipse is not pleased

-> That one annoying angsty little brother/sibling

-> Is quite good at strategy games

-> Murder mystery goober

-> Wonder what happened to their hand…

[blazingflareon]

kind of out of left field but this guy needed a new ref for YEARS shoutout to mass effect video essays for making me think abt the games again

his design didnt really change the old ref was just Very Old,, i should probably do a ref for my actual canon shep too hes been hidden on artfight forever lol (indigo is his brother btw its a sibling au)

[newwwwusername]

Fanfic requests OPEN for Steven Universe

I am currently taking fanfic requests for Steven Universe, Steven Universe : The Movie, and Steven Universe Future

I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Sickfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

I won’t write : - Smut or fetish fics - Pedophilia (yes this means no shipping Steven with any gems)/incest (including adopted family, and including step-siblings)/beastiality ships (or anything like that) - OCs - Crossovers - Y/N - Explicit depictions of self-harm or suicide - Drowning (personal trigger of mine) - Werewolf AUs (werewolves are also a trigger of mine)

Other things to note : - I do not guarantee I will write every request I get. Sometimes requests will just not click with me, and sometimes I don’t feel qualified to fulfill it. I will try to write as many as I can, though - You can also submit any requests to this prompt meme on AO3 if that’s more your style : https://archiveofourown.org/collections/newwwwusernamerequests or to this Google form : https://forms.gle/3K7STap3v715Hidu5

The following is a list of ships and headcanons I particularly like. I’ll write anything, but I’m much more likely to write it if it has one or more of the following

Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Lapis/Peridot, Steven/Connie, Ruby/Sapphire, Pearl/Bismuth, Pearl & or / Amethyst, Shep/Sadie, Sadie & or / Lars, Lars/Sour Cream, Lars/Buck Dewey, Buck Dewey/Sour Cream/Jenny, Steven & any of the Crystal Gems, Steven & Spinel, Lapis & Bismuth, Peridot & Bismuth, Steven & Jasper, Amethyst & Jasper, Sour Cream & Onion, Connie & any of the Crystal Gems, Connie & Greg, Steven & Greg, Pearl & Greg, Steven & Sadie, Steven & Centipeedle

Headcanons : Autistic!Peridot, Autistic!Pearl, FTM!Lars, Autistic!Lars, pretty much all of the gems have PTSD, Connie has OCD, Autistic!Centipeedle, Chronically Ill!Lapis, Chronically Ill!Centipeedle

[readerofoddities]

Some Lamb lore for my AU!

Ewebeth - Lambert’s mother

She became a single mother when Lambert was 2 and now had to take care of her three other children, the family farm and a toddler. She quickly turned to her faith in the Bishop of Famine to help her through hard times.

Unfortunately, her faith was not enough. When her family was discovered, she was captured alongside her children. Later, she was sacrificed in the name of the Bishop of Famine because Heket finds faith immensely delicious.

Cotton - Lambert’s oldest brother

He was forced to grow up too fast when his father died. He helped his mother take care of the younger kids and the farm. He wasn't sold on his mother's faith as the Bishop of Famine never protected his family when they needed it.

He was aggressive and angry with other people in their village, often getting into fights. His notoriety is what led the hunters right to his family. He was shot by one of the hunters when he tried running to warn his mother, who was making clothes for family friends in the house. His death was heralded in the name of the Bishop of Chaos.

Sheara - Lambert’s older sister

She dealt with the grief of her father passing differently. She became more of a socialite and went to a lot of parties and often got asked out by boys. She stuck around her best friend, Allium, at these parties, though, and always avoided boys who asked her out.

She was captured by the Bishops alongside her younger siblings and mother. She was later sacrificed in the name of the Bishop of War, only a few days before Lambert was sacrificed and made a vessel of Death.

Shep - Lambert’s second oldest brother

He was the quiet type. He didn't make friends and spent his time making little sculptures. He longed to be a professional artist, but his mother knew he could get hurt so she refused to send him to art schools in Silk Cradle and claimed he was still needed on the farm when asked.

He was captured alongside his siblings and mother. He would be sacrificed in the name of the Bishop of Pestilence mere days after his mother's death.

And that's all for now! You learn more about the Lamb’s family in the story, so you'll meet these guys more when I finally finish the damn thing, lol

[dragonfruitsoup]

conversations overheard in the comm room of Normandy v.1

there are two wolves inside you. except, they're not wolves, they're shepards, and by 'you', i mean 'the galaxy'. though, i mean, there's probably more than two shepards in the entire galaxy. statistically speaking, there's currently probably about fifty thousand in the UNAS alone. not counting any on colonies or serving on alliance vessels. also, there's my mom, so that's three and-

vega, head in hands: loco. please.

right! anyway, two wolves except not wolves, but shepards. but not shep-herds, but shep-ards...

ashley, at her fckin limit: commander

anyway, au where the shepards are siblings and there's two normandys out and about in space and the number of people who have put this together is very VERY tiny. (the rumor mill once cerberus gets their hands on a shepard while the alliance still has one is WILD.)

[apile0fb0nes]

I have a silly South Park oc named Shep Herd and I didn’t intend to get so attached to him but. I did. Uhhhhh…. He has a loving mother and father and 2 younger siblings!!! He dies. Seriously he dies!!!! But I got so attached that I made an au where he lives. Idk why but the South Park brain rot is so real. Over spring break I watched at least 22 season AT MINIMUM!!! I’m on season 26 rn and trying to savor each episode so I’m taking this last season slow, plus I bought the South Park games on my switch bc they were on sale. During spring break I was watching South Park so much that my friend made me stop watching it for a day. I am severely mentally ill.

[bloodiedbiotic]

grabby hands at all my mutual sheps who aren’t earthborn

[vakarian-shepard]

fifty questions for pathfinder ryder

I keep trying to find an ask list for Ryder but I can't really find any so I guess I'll just make one. Based off of this ask list for Shepard.

1. Canon says that Ryder served in the Alliance. Did your Ryder(s) serve? Any regrets or ambitions? Do they miss it?

2. How did your Ryder feel about the Initiative prior to leaving the Milky Way?

3. How does your Ryder feel about the Initiative now?

4. How does Ryder feel about being the new Pathfinder? Scared? Excited? How do they feel about all the attention they're getting?

5. What was your Ryder's relationship with their mother?

6. What was their relationship like with Alec? How do they feel about his death?

7. Does your Ryder have any regrets about coming to Andromeda? Is there anything they miss in particular from the Milky Way?

8. Any tattoos or piercings?

9. Does your Ryder have any scars? If so, where?

10. What's your Ryder's personality like?

11. What's their leadership style like?

12. Can they drive? Or are the companions screaming the entire time they're in the Nomad like Shep's companions screamed in the Mako?

13. What's their relationship with the crew? Both when they first met and at the end of the game.

14. What's their favorite part of being Pathfinder?

15. What was their reaction to SAM? Do they have any particular feelings about having an AI in their head? Or the fact that SAM is pretty much the reason their life fell apart in the Milky Way? Does their initial reaction to SAM change throughout the game?

16. What's Ryder's combat style? Fighting fair or fighting dirty?

17. Were they trained as a biotic, or did they first experience biotics with SAM?

18. What's Ryder's favorite combat profile? Do they lean towards combat, tech, or biotics?

19. What color is their hair? Do they dye it often, or is it natural?

20. Do they have any ~gender feelings~? Are they trans or nonbinary? What was that like for them growing up if they are?

21. What's their room on the Tempest like? Do they personalize it, or is it kept pretty much as it was when they first started out?

22. Do they ever get an apartment on the Nexus? Do they plan to settle in one of the colonies? If they had to choose, which colony would they live in?

23. Did they bring anything with them from the Milky Way?

24. Do they have any hobbies? What are they?

25. Are there any squadmates that they don't get along with?

26. Who are their favorite squadmates?

27. Who did they romance? What drew them to that person?

28. How do they feel about their sibling? Were they close growing up, or did the Cain Instinct take over a lot of the time?

29. Are they good at flirting, or a total mess?

30. Who's on the dream team? Which two companions come with Ryder the most?

31. Do you have any AUs for your Ryders?

32. Who does Ryder go to for comfort? For advice? Who do they gossip with the most?

33. Are they religious? What's their relationship with religion?

34. Hyperfixations? Is there a topic that can get your Ryder rambling for an hour?

35. How active is Ryder? Do they work out a lot, or do they prefer something quieter for downtime?

36. Any unusual talents or skills? Or just anything that might surprise the people around them?

37. How does Ryder dress? Do they prefer something more casual, or more professional? How do they feel about getting dressed up?

38. Favorite weapon?

39. Do they direct the Initiative more towards research or military?

40. How do they feel about the Nexus authority?

41. Reyes or Sloan?

42. How does Ryder feel about being the first person to interact with alien species like the Angara?

43. Does Ryder speak any other languages besides English? Which ones? Do they want to learn any?

44. Are they going to revive their mother? Or let her rest in peace?

45. What's their favorite color?

46. What's their favorite abilities to use in combat?

47. What does Ryder dream of after their Pathfinding work is done? What's their happy ending?

48. Do they want kids? Why or why not?

49. How did they feel about Gil's 'situation' with his friend?

50. Does Ryder have any pets? Do they plan to get any?

[acciokaidanalenko]

A Different Life, Ch. 1

Chapter One: The New Normal

Summary: It starts as a regular Saturday...

CW/TW: Major Character Death

Preview of chapter below the cut. AO3 link: here.

The hot pan sizzled as Kaidan carefully poured the last spoonful of pancake mix onto it. A plate with several already made sat on the counter to his right, along with the bacon and eggs he'd already finished cooking. His attention drifted out the window in front of him for a moment, watching as the skycars zoomed by in streaks of varying colors. A view you couldn't get anywhere else on the Citadel, only on the Presidium.

Bubbles began to rise to the top of the pancake, he quickly flipped it before it could start to burn.

As Kaidan stood beside the stove, he noticed a small hand reaching out from behind him. He watched as it gripped a piece of bacon between two tiny fingers and disappeared.

"Hey! Breakfast isn't ready yet," he admonished, playfully swatting at the hand.

A triumphant giggle sounded behind him as it retreated. Kaidan turned his head and looked into the pale blue eyes staring at him from the opposite side of the island at the center of the kitchen, a gleeful smile on the small, freckled face before him.

"I'm the early bird! You didn't have any worms, so I taked your bacon 'stead!" Another giggle sounded as the child devoured their stolen prize, perched precariously on the edge of the bar stool, short legs kicking back and forth as they dangled below her.

"The Canadian in me is very proud," Kaidan said with a gentle chuckle. He turned back toward the pan and moved the pancake to the plate, turning off the eye of the stove and moving the pan aside before grabbing the plate of food and moving toward the island. "Wanna help me set the table, Morgan?"

"Oh-Kay!" she answered enthusiastically, jumping down from the bar stool and following behind Kaidan as he carried the plate of food to the table. He placed it at the center and went to grab the plates and utensils from their respective cabinets. Together, he and Morgan had the table set in just a few minutes. "Can we go get Mama now?"

"Yeah, let's go get her," Kaidan agreed, nodding his head and motioning for her to lead the way.

[georgiapeach30513]

Owin and Bitty Bean finally got together and Owin was accidentally *ahem* exposed to Shepley and Marshall before an official meet could be arranged.

How are things going with blending the families? Could we start with BB meeting Owin's family? Would Shepley and Marshall have been part of that introduction? (What stage were his sisters at with their SOs at that point?)

Ahh!! I was wondering when people would be asking about Owin and his Bitty Bean! That was not the best meeting of Marshall and Owin, well meeting as his ex-wife's boyfriend. Marshall has worked for the Baizen's since Story was a Drysdale after all. So of course, Marshall was asking EVERYONE about Owin. Story adores him, because he's always been a real one for Aster, well when she started partying. But Owin is so good to Otto and Ellie, and Mrs. D.

Okay, as far as SOs with his siblings, Arleigh and Beau would have been together for nearly five years, and Eva and Kira are in a relationship (they don't pick up their puppy from the pound until a few years later). Arleigh LOVES Bitty Bean, because she saw Owin for who he was. BB took the time to get to know her giant brother, Eva doesn't dislike her, but she doesn't automatically love her like Arleigh. Eva just wants Owin to understand that being with an older woman, and one that has a kid has responsibilities, and the ex will always be apart of his life.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

The Wild Ones

Summary: you meet the Everett-Levinson’s

Pairings:  Owin X BB

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Owin Everett-Levinson Masterlist

“We don’t have to do this yet,” Owin looks at you, almost pleading to back out, but you give him a little knock to his shoulder. “We don’t. Shep, could…well, would Marshall want to have him an extra day.”

“What has gotten into you? It’s just your family.”

“Yes, but,” Owin walks over to pick up Chloe from on top of the fridge, and snuggles into her. Letting Chloe’s purrs soothe him.

“My family is crazy. You should have seen how they were when Arleigh brought a boy,” Owin stops to think about the other sister, and how not much was mentioned about Kira. “Well, maybe it was just Bunny, and maybe it was because it was a boy who is my cousin. But…we should talk to Shep about my parents. I have two dads.”

“Firstly, Owie, Shep is taught to respect everyone,” you spin around so fast, stopping the preparation of your Mac and cheese to look at him. “And secondly, I have already explained your family dynamics. I’m not going to say he won’t have questions, he’s a kid, but he will respect other people’s differences. It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve heard your parents are sickeningly in love.”

“You have no idea. So, we’re doing this?” you give him a nod, and start to ask what the real problem is, but he answers beforehand. “I’ve just never brought a girl, uh woman, to meet my family. I’m protective of them, and I don’t want anyone to judge them. Plus, I’ve never been with anyone long enough.”

“Hey,” you walk up to him, and rub your hand on his cheek, “Behave, and I might let you place that pretty cock in my mouth while you get ready for bed. Misbehave, and I’m afraid, you’re gonna get a spanking.”

“I’m not sure that’s a threat.”

“Owin Apollo, you will behave.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now go get dressed. You’re wearing a shirt today,” Owin gives you a small pout, but you just shoo him away to get dressed. Leaving the waiting game on Marshall to drop Sheply off for the week.

————————————

Sheply clings tightly to you, as the three of you walk into Owin’s parents’ home. Good welcoming vibes ooze out of their walls, calming your nerves, and even Shep seems to hold less tightly to you. “My dads are probably out back, but my mom…Ma!”

“What?” his mother’s voice harsh, but when she walks around the corner to see her son, she gives him the biggest smile. “Hey baby. Oh,” she looks at you whispering your name, and you know you give her your own big grin. “I’ve heard so much about you, and Mr. Sheply. Owin says you love LEGOs?”

“Yeah,” he answers meekly.

“Owie, why don’t you take Shep out to the garage, and show him all yours,” he walks past giving his mom a kiss to the cheek. Picking up Shep to throw on his back. “Oh! Owin, easy on the boy’s head, you’re so tall, he may bump the doorframe.”

Owin whispers out another yes ma’am before the two of them head off. “My boy, he’s something, huh?” you can only nod in agreement as you look around their home at the different photos throughout the years. “I never thought I would have kids. Those men outside talked me into it. But I wouldn’t trade my zoo for anything. He’s fond of you, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m fond of him, too, Mrs…”

“Do not call me that. You can call me LP like everyone else,” you start to ask what it means, but she beats you to it. “My husbands, they called me their Little Princess, it just stuck after all these years. Come on, let’s head outside. Owin always gets here early. Arleigh and Beau will be next. And then our mess of a child Eva and her partner Kira. My babies are a lot when they get together, so be forewarned. Sheply may pick up some bad habits, because Eva always has to prove she’s stronger than Owie. At a big whopping five foot five, she thinks she’s going to take down a giant.”

“She can,” Ari says, giving his wife a quick kiss before extending his hand to you. “Don’t let my wife scare you, Owin is our problem child.”

“That’s Duckie!” Owin shouts slamming down three huge totes of LEGOs.”

“And don’t call her that,” Curtis walks up, giving both Ari and LP a kiss, extending his own hand out. “Bunny is about the only one that allows her childhood nickname. Calling Evaluna, Duckie, will get you tackled. She has no filter, and she does not care that you’re dating her brother. In fact, it’ll make her more apt to take you to the ground.”

“I wanna see mom get tackled,” Sheply giggles at him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve had a little boy here,” Ari’s voice goes louder when Arleigh and Beau walk outside, “My children won’t give me babies, so I have to resort to stealing a few from Ransom.”

“Is that not what your other daughter, Aster, is for?” Arleigh asks, standing up on her tiptoes to hug Ari. She gives you a kind smile before hugging Curtis. “I’m sure the Queen of Boston would bring a baby if you could promise that he stays safe for a ride along.”

“I keep telling Story, she’s not riding along with me,” Curtis grumbles when Arleigh turns to her mother.

“Babies are expensive. And we’ve just now got the house complete. And we got fur babies. You haven’t seen the chicken coop. Or Beau’s favorite animals, the goats.”

“Don’t go telling lies!” Beau gives each of the parents hugs before going back to Arleigh. Another giant in comparison to the tiny Bunny. “Those things are menaces. They popped Tulip’s ball the other day, and he sat there until I came back with another.”

“You realize you’re talking about a mini horse like it’s your child?” Owin asks causing Shep to giggle.

“Tulip is precious! He loves playing with his ball, and those heathens I guess are jealous that he’s the favorite. They sabotaged him. And they’re escape artists. The girls just stood there and watched them.”

“The girls?” you ask getting confused.

“My daughter and her boyfriend have cows, that Beau affectionately refers to as his girls. He loves confusing people. Clover and Sage. They also love naming their animals after herbs and plants. What’s the next thing you’re getting?”

“A baby donkey,” Arleigh nose scrunches up as she smiles with how excited she is about their next animal.

“You’re the jackass,” Eva, the one you were warned about, walks through the back gate, with a sweet looking blonde girl. Eva gives her mother a quick hug before she’s running towards Owin with a battle cry.

“Do not mind my sister, she acts like she was raised by wolves.”

“She was,” Ari beats at his chest proudly, “Two lone wolves with their pups!”

“I thought you two were bears, and these are our cubs?” LP sighs. “My family. You either love us, or you can only take us in small doses,” she gives you a wink before walking in between her husbands.

“Bunny help!” Owin shouts, reaching a hand towards the baby.

“Not a chance! I don’t partake in this. Beau, you go.”

“No, I know better than to fight against Eva. Owin? Maybe. Eva? Never.”

“You finally wizened up Beaumont! Fight with me. Join the dark side.”

“Ugh,” you groan, walking over to them. “I guess I’ll join Owie.”

“Oh!” Sheply shouts, excited about you playing around. “Me too! Eva you’re going down!”

“Looks like we now have five children Little One,” Curtis gives his wife a kiss, grabbing up Ari’s hand.

“I like this one,” Curtis watches the four of you in a giant dog pile.

“Compared to what?”

“Good point. Boy has good taste. And,” Ari adds, giving the four of them a smile, “I’m going to like having a little boy around.”

“You know,” Arleigh walks over to her parents, her arms crossed over her chest. “Had you been as welcoming to Beau, that would have been spectacular.”

“Blame your dad. I always liked Beau.”

“I didn’t dislike the kid. I just got my Bunny back, and he was taking her away.”

“Would you guys stop bickering. Let’s get the food out while the wild ones are occupied.”

Masterlist

[unmeiverse-nextadventures]

They’re not part of unmeiverse but these guys are fankids too so onto the blog they go!

I made them mostly to fill in some roles for my (very self indulgent) Twisted Wonderland au of my mainverse which i honestly wasnt planning on bringing my fankids here but well anyway

These 8 are all sorta halfsiblings, all kids of a combo between Leon-Sonia-Raihan-Piers-Milo! Like I said self-indulgent au and I couldn’t pick a pairing so poly it goes. I can’t fully flesh them out yet as I still want to incorporate twst world lore in some points but here are the basics:

Elijah (son of Leon and Sonia) is the eldest, then Almas (son of Sonia and Raihan) and Ammar (son of Leon and Raihan) were born about a year after. Then Clarke (daughter of Sonia and Piers), Layla (daughter of Raihan and Piers), Shep & Shaw (twin sons of Piers and Milo), and Lina (daughter of Raihan and Milo) were all born a year after those two.

yes it was a very busy and tiring household

They actually have three edit:four much younger siblings not pictured here who were born 18 years after the last five haha. They’re Helter & Esther (twin son and daughter of Leon and Piers), Heather (daughter of Leon and Milo), and Clover (daughter of Sonia and Milo)

In this au, Raihan, Milo and Piers are all fae; though in Piers case he’s half fae half beastman, specifically a badger beastman. Which explains why his kids seen here all have the fluffy badger ears haha. 

I still dont know what kind of fae Piers is but it’s whatever Lilia Vanrouge will be revealed to be. Raihan is a dragon fae of course and Milo was a garden/forest fae.

They’re all pictured here at a time when they were all in Night Raven College, at the same time. Elijah a third year, Almas and Ammar in their second, and the other five as freshmen. This is getting long so some individual kid info undercut

Elijah: Dorm Leader/Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Is used to being the one to rein in his younger siblings, the typical reliable older brother. Maybe clings on to that identity a bit too much though. Takes to chaos like fish to water. Is fairly lax with implementing the Queen’s rules but very strict with any troublemakers in his dorm. Initially the first to see potential in both Ethan and Silver to become the next Housewarden.

Almas: Sophomore in Diasomnia, becomes Housewarden in his third year. Prides himself in being a perfect gentleman but can easily turn into a passive-aggressive jerk towards anyone he finds annoying. Likes fancy old fashioned and antique aesthetics but also has a huge soft spot for anything cute. To the point that he doesn’t mind having to babysit his younger sister Lina or even getting electrocuted by Red’s electric mouse (that he summoned from another dimension).

Ammar: Vice Housewarden of Savanaclaw, then promoted to Housewarden in his third year. Total jock, would maybe qualify as a himbo if only he could understand the concept of privacy. Because of this he ends up unnecessarily involving himself in more problems, though at least he’s good at keeping secrets! Picks May as the next Housewarden after she wins an arm wrestling contest.

Clarke: Freshman in Octavinelle, manages to become Housewarden in her first year before the winter holiday break. Her main motivation for it was to get her own room. Much quieter than the rest of her siblings, she prefers to keep a low profile, pulling strings from the shadows. She’s generally a “live and let live” type of person and rarely holds a grudge, but that doesn’t mean she won’t help others get even with their own grudges (so long as it benefits her in some way).

Layla: Freshman in Scarabia, then Vice Housewarden in her second year. By that point she’s the only one among her siblings (besides Lina and one of the twins) that isn’t a Housewarden though its not without effort. Later does end up winning the title from Glen {another OC of mine} and preventing him from repeating a year in the process. She’s the most upbeat and ‘up-to-date-with-trends’ of her siblings and somehow the only one of Piers’ biological kids who doesn’t intentionally initiate, escalate, or enable drama. Has a tendency to skip classes but has decent study habits to make up for that. 

Shep & Shaw: Freshmen in Pomefiore, both end up as Housewarden and Vice Housewarden by the end of their first year. No one can tell who got what though and it doesn’t help that they like to play the good ol’ twin switcheroo nearly all the time. The only way to physically tell them apart is by their tails, Shep’s is shorter/Shaw’s is longer. Best described as voracious, they have a huge appetite for good food and trouble and are stubbornly determined to get whatever they set their sights on.

Lina: Freshman in DIasomnia. Childlike not only in appearance but also in maturity, she essentially forced her entry into Night Raven College because she got lonely without her siblings. Despite technically being the same age as Clarke, Layla, Shep, and Shaw she ages much more slowly as she is a full fae (albeit of different races). This is also possibly a factor in her dangerously powerful magic compared to her other siblings. Due to these factors she’s a bit spoiled. Tantrums are rare but catastrophic. Adores cute things just like Almas does.

[specialshinytrinkets]

I have made new gremlins. And I feel awkward to share it with my frens n buddy-ol'-pals. So you can have it, while I explain some more made-up mr Small lore

(1st part)

First things first, due to the fact that his fur is white and he's an imm.igr.ant (censoring so that it won't clog actual serious posts), I thought he'd be living somewhere snowy. Not Canada because hardcore.

And by brainstorming a bit, I made it so he lived in the mountains around Al.ta.i/Ka.zach.stan region, that revolved around shepherding goats (see also, the fact that the only animal that didn't try to immediantly k!ll him is his goat Gwyneth from Gumball BOOM! Comics Issue 4) (yes, apparantly he has a goat) (tho ig it's B-grade canon. but canon is only a suggestion, as one wise person said)

Considering this, I had to think of some sort of culture for this rural enviroment, which includes religion and beliefs in spirits, deities, etc. So! Here are some funky guys, gals and nonbinary pals for you!!

1. Asamäkhn (Life-Gifter). Embodiment of life, creator of the Universe (she/they/it)

Despite looking playful and curious, they have long lost any sympathy for its creations and consideres them less as its children and more as lab rats. She watches over all the villagers, mr Small and Anna, his sister [purely for the AU], as if it's a reality show.

(Some backstory: In "The Void", mr Small, before getting dragged into finding out about Void with Watterson bros, was meditating. For some spirit worshipping readons, he had, quote "six nipple eyes" and the typical third eye painted on. I stole it because it was neat, and it actually kickstarted developing my girl Mäkhn!) So, Asamäkhn posesses four sets of eyes:

On the head. Function as normal eyes, although are a bit blind;

Top row on chest. Eyes that look into past. They mostly use it to rewind on some of their favourite moments in others' lives, or to look at the greatest mistakes in humanity's history to laugh at;

Middle row on chest. Eyes that look into present. It might seem reduntant to have two sets of eyes that do the same function, but these can see into any point of the world it wishes to observe mortals;

Bottom row on chest. Eyes that look into the future. These are always locked on either our desolate planet, or on her favourite cleric's¹ final moments — to not spoil the fun.

The single eye on the forehead sees the spirit world, i.e., if she comes down to the temple to chat with her friend, it can still watch over the domain

As a god of life, it can create anything. However, they can't destroy any of their creations. Which is what the next god is for

2. Asatokaln (Life-Taker). Embodiment of death, guardian of the souls' peace (she/they/it)

For this segment I will put my Discord messages, because they describe them pretty well

Fun fact! Technically speaking, Mäkhn and Tokaln aren't siblings, but since they appeared at the same time, they just call themselves that

I must also add: the dead's soul gets eaten by the chest mouth and moves onto the afterlife from there. Because I can

3. Terlamäkhn (Goat-Gifter). Patron of the life stock and shepherding (he/it)

"Is dressed in traditional shepherd coat (sinam). Carries a yarlyga on its back, with which controls goat herds.

This creature watches over every shep out there by silently climbing on the cliffs. Tärlamäkhn sees everything and punishes for the actions done for ill will by making the goats run off or drying up the grass in the meadows.

According to the legends, created the mountain fauna and gave some sheps a yarlyga. Shepherding is passed down the generations.

Shepherds must pray to him and bring part of their collection to the temple."

I HAVE talked about him in the previous post, but how could I not bring up the first funky dude!!

The only really new information I can add is that he is kind of a right hand man to Asamäkhn, to keep the villagers somewhat in control. However, they haven't realised that he is a bit too determined on its mission. Him stalking others was bad enough, but in some cases he'd shoo away almost all the herds for a single little mistake. Of course, it eventually stopped effectively terrorising Sheps, but he still horrifies some that are in the pantheon

4. (Placeholder name will be in these <> parentheses) <Haddei>. Essentially a domovoy (can be any gender, but usually a guy; he/him)

Aaaaand here is the main scaredy cat when it comes to even mentioning Terlamäkhn

This guy's duty is to keep an assigned house (the one where he was born from stray dust and fur collection) safe and clean. Obviously, if the owner is bad and doesn't take care of their household, Haddei will get mad and try to get rid of the owner (some try to guide to mop floors at least, but it doesn't really work)

But ever since Terlamäkhn's terror (yes, that's how it's called) that caused famine not just in the upper, but some lower areas¹, Haddeis are a lot more soft with the house owners. And a lot more paranoid

5. <Zeph>. Spring breeze spirit (he/him)

The whole reason as to why I'm making this post! While I don't have much lore here, I simply adore him and must share the good boy

He is carefree, always fast on his feet, and skips when walking no matter what. (He also can float using the fluffy tail!) Zeph can be impatient, waiting for the warmth in the upper layers to happen, but when the time comes, he is ecstatic to bring spring and blooming

Zeph is always curious, ready to talk with others and tell them his news and gossip. But his carelessness needs to be straightened out by the last deity for today

6. <Moro>. Winter wind spirit (he/him)

As opposed to Zeph, Moro is strict, heavy and can be ruthless. He also has a long tail, but prefers to use a carriage with vulture birds to fly around (definetely not inspired stolen from Father Frost nonono /j)

One thing that is certain about Moro is that he is grumpy and prefers traditions and holds onto the past a lot. One of his most known phrases is "This is child's play compared to the Ice Age!" when some argue that his winds are too strong and cruel. The only person that can convince him to slow down is Zeph. Not always, but most of the time

~~~

These aren't going to be all the deities: there are a lot of aspects all the cultures personify, so I will create more!

(Zeph's description is "Pushkin". They have the same vibe in terms of looks and latter's poems) Have another picture lol

[spookyvalentine]

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thanks for the tag @aceghosts !! i always have so much fun doing these. imma snag @irikahkrios @battlemastershepard @vizarding @comefeedtherainn​ @yellingaboutmasseffect​ @zet-sway​ and have at it if ye wish me mateys!

General-

Name: mercy shepard (no middle name)

Alias(es): shep, coach (from sports coach au)

Gender: agender

Age: i haven’t quite figured out how long i hc 3 to be, but by the end of it, maybe thirty four, fiveish? if you count the years their body was on the table. mercy... doesn’t really. at least start of 2, when asked their age usually what fell out of their mouth first was thirty one. (for sports coach au they’ve just turned thirty one)

Birthdate: april 11? 2154. day isn’t really known for sure? they were found several days old

Place of birth: unknown! but they were left at st. bernard parish fire department, louisiana while still a fresh baby

Hometown: their most stable home was around lake martin, when they were taken in by the henrys. around thirteen they went to juvie in new orleans, and that started their urban feral teenager life. eventually they move out to another megacity (havent figured out which one yet lmao) and meets kasumi

Spoken language(s): they’re pretty adept without the translator. mercy is fluent in english and creole, passable french and korean, and readily picks up phrases in other languages. after being reconstructed, a translator was literally built into mercy. they resent its presence sometimes.

Sexual preference: open. they’ve been too damn busy to even think to seek out experiences, but aesthetically admire all sorts

Occupation: spectre and alliance officer. enormous pain in the ass before that

Appearance-

Eye color: gold. not hazel or brown ‘til in the light type thing. when anderson first saw those odd lantern eyes it made him think of the foxes that liked to linger at the edges of his parents garden when he was growing up

Hair color: somewhere between summer wheat and spun gold. darkens a little, when not planetside

Height: 6’2 >:)

Scars: they have some from the thresher maw, some acid scars on the left side of their body like thick webbing that cut through parts of a tattoo. maybe got part of their ear. and one they got as a kid that sliced across their face. and then they were rebuilt, and what was left in their place were those glowing lines. (sports coach au they still have the thresher maw scars)

Favorite-

Color: greens

Hair color: favorite hair color on them??? they’ve never dyed their hair before, only crazy haircuts

Song: its not mercy’s favorite song bc i dont know how i’d even choose right, but the song that i have in my head for them is falcon in the dive from the musical the scarlet pimpernel (which fucks severely, also just do yourself a favor and listen to this too because christine andreas makes my heart stop beating. wow. WOW yes i will push it on everyone)

Food: clementines, satsumas, mandarins—any sweet citrus that peels easily (oranges are more work, but will be eaten if they’re around). persimmons, figs. cotton candy flavored grapes. cherries, peaches. they’re a very big fruit bat, basically. they get hype for an alien produce stand

Drink: day to day? chicory coffee, lapsang souchang, soda water. Sometimes lemonade or apple juice. for booze, theyre down for a beer. really likes a good whiskey. delights trying homebrew moonshine. ‘you made it in your bathtub? you went blind for two minutes? hell yeah i’ll have a glass cheers’

Have They-

Passed university: they went through officer academy and all that n7 training, does that count? 

Had sex: once in a relationship w thane, yeah boiii 

Had sex in public: …maybe? that is um. something to explore 

Gotten pregnant: never, also not possible

Kissed a boy: yes, although for these situations ‘been kissed by’ is maybe more accurate

Kissed a girl: yes, see above

Gotten tattoos: yep! they have two large pieces from before being arrested and negotiated into joining the alliance. they start under the jaw and both sides of the neck, going across the shoulders, along and down the arms, coming to an end on the forearms, and they shelled out for that fancy ink, that’s a little bit holographic/iridescent, where the colors would shift and glint in the light as they moved. obviously they’re gone when miranda rebuilds mercy, but they’re absolutely still around in the sports coach au 

Gotten piercings: had a handful of ear piercings as a teen, but has mostly stopped wearing them, for practical reasons 

Been in love: falling in love for the first time 

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: oh lmao yes for sure 

Are They-

A virgin: not anymore babeyyyyy

A cuddler: with people they are very close to

A kisser: oh yeah, big time. really into it now

Scared easily: nope! if anything, has adrenaline junkie tendencies 

Jealous easily: nah. sometimes when they were a teen growing up on the streets, but not anymore

Dominant: in bed? still figuring things out there. maybe sometimes. in life? they’re not domineering, but will shout people down if it comes to it

Submissive: also still figuring that out in bed ;) absolutely not in other situations tho. if theyre being submissive theyre usually up to something 

In love: learning what its like 

Single: not once mercy realizes what they’re feeling for thane (there was a lot of facepalming from kasumi and frustrated yelling on this one)

Random Questions (tw for self harm/suicide mention)-

Have they harmed themselves: i mean, through some of their harebrained, reckless ideas where the possibility of getting hurt is assured but they don’t care, yes

Thought of suicide: maybe a little, after akuze

Attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: oh absolutely homie

Have / had a job: yeah, pulling peoples heads outta asses

Have any fears: oh for sure, mind control and zombies, and even though now they know how to kill one down absolutely dead--thresher maws 

Family

Sibling(s): none, but kasumi is basically one

Parent(s): unknown. they had some foster parents (adoption was never approved) that offered mercy some important years of shelter

Children: no biological kids. but they feel powerfully parental feelings for grunt, jack and tali. kolyat and oriana too, eventually. in sports coach au though (more details to follow soon), jack is theirs. after akuze they got on the scent of cerberus early, and therefore busted down pragia while jack was still a lil kid, who pretty much imprinted on mercy

Significant other: thane, and in sports coach au, irikah + thane

Pet(s): their fish. they’ve got names like hand roll, don and chip