firstkeptdaughter

[firstkeptdaughter]

“Good instincts.” Miranda retortet. She was impressed by Shepard’s shrewd judgment, but hardly surprised. It’d been one of the reasons why getting Shepard back had been the main priority of Miranda’s life for the last two years. It was jarring to see the woman in front of her, to hear her voice. As the Lazarus project director, she’s spent more time near Shepard than most on the station. Aiding the process of transforming what was once a mere pile of flesh barely recognizable as a human into a body that perfectly resembled the original. Seeing all the work unfold in front of her was truly uncanny.

It must’ve been beyond traumatizing for Shepard to be thrust into this world of all sudden, regaining consciousness without a clue why. Did she even remember what happened? Remember how she felt the life being slowly sucked out of her as she ran out of oxygen? Did the Commander remember anything between dying and her awakening? Miranda didn’t believe in an afterlife, but she hoped it existed as much as any soul in this galaxy did. She’d imagine not having seen anything at all would be utterly terrifying, whether one believed in life after death or not.

None of those thoughts occur to Miranda at the moment, though. She’s so focused on her duty that Shepard’s possible troubles elude her completely. What matters is getting the hell out of here, first and foremost. Then, she’ll run a few tests on Shepard, and check if her cognitive functions are as sharp as they had been before she passed.

A short discussion between Jacob and Miranda followed. Her colleague was getting on her nerves again with his naivety. “I’m never wrong. I thought you should’ve learned that by now, Jacob”, she assured— almost chided him.

“Come on. There’s a shuttle nearby.” Miranda informed Shepard. “My boss wants to speak to you.” She added. The Cerberus officer had a feeling thanks to Jacob, Shepard knew exactly who her boss was. Based off the Commander’s psych profile, Miranda doubted it would make a good impression. Gaining her trust would be difficult to a point where Miranda wasn’t sure she was up to the task. And Miranda rarely had doubts about her ability.

Damnit. Miranda should have seen this coming. Wilson had always rubbed her the wrong way, something Jacob would merely brush off as Miranda‘s paranoid nature. Now, the doctor was nowhere to be seen, while Miranda was being attacked by waves of mechs. And Shepard? She‘d just woken up to this place being attacked by its own security systems, which, of course, were rigorous.

The Cerberus officer fired a shot into a nearby mech, causing it‘s head to explode when she heard a faint voice through her omnitool. Shepard. Had the Commander not heard her previous message? That must mean the comms channels were malfunctioning. Someone had messed with those too, then. That also must have been the reason why Jacob wouldn’t respond to her. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Taking cover, Miranda spoke into the comm’s systems once again. „There‘s a locker with a pistol and armor on the other side of the room. Hurry!“

Using a mix of shots and biotics to take care of the rest of the mechs, Miranda navigated her way through the station as swiftly as she could, running into nothing but mechs and.. bodies. Her staff. Killed. Wilson was going to pay for that.

The moment Miranda caught a glimpse of the man through the opening door, she reached for her gun, lips curling into a sneer. „Miranda? I thought you were-?“ He spoke, the confusion palpable on his face. Before he could finish his sentence, the officer fired a bullet into his head.

„Dead?“ She spoke as Wilson‘s body collapsed to the floor, something which Jacob didn‘t seem particularly pleased by.

„Miranda? What the hell are you doing?“ Her colleague inquired with a bewildered expression as he jogged towards her.

„My job. Wilson betrayed as all.“ She responded matter-of-factly before glancing over at Shepard, who was now armed and fully dressed in armor.

Miranda was unable to keep herself from chastising herself in thought. The Commander was here, alive, which was a medical marvel. She had done astonishing work with the Lazarus Project, but she almost undid those two years of work into Shepard by failing to find out Wilson‘s true nature in time. Why was it whenever she thought she‘d achieved something great, she‘d fuck up horribly?

#intense length is my thing tbh #stxsis #stxsis: 002 #threads #i need dash icons ok #i desperately need them

[firstkeptdaughter]

Archetypes Quiz

Tagged by @stxsis

tagging: @smokedanced + anyone who wants to do this

#about miranda #quiz #test #solutions not yet imagined #products not yet build #this is so accurate

[firstkeptdaughter]

Garrus wouldn‘t be the first to think the Cerberus officer has a patronizing air around her. It is one of her many.. idiosyncratic qualities. Miranda isn’t known to be a friendly or warm person. Those qualities weren‘t something she‘d been exposed to much with the way she was brought up, and she never had to develop them. Quite the opposite. Distance, as well as a certain pragmatism, had always gotten her further ahead in life than anything else.

His answer (even though he sounded irritated for some reason Miranda couldn‘t, nor didn‘t care to deduce) doesn‘t displease Miranda. Garrus is among the squadmates she was least concerned about. Everything she‘d studied in his psych profile indicated that he is loyal as he is good at following orders.

And now, he has confirmed that he was loyal to Shepard, through and through, whether she was allied with Cerberus or not. As long as Miranda would manage to gain Shepard‘s trust, Garrus‘ loyalties shouldn‘t be of any concern. Only, getting the Commander to trust her would be challenging, to say the least.

„Fair enough“, Miranda responds, lips curving into a faint, polite smile, something she‘d learned to put on when it could prove useful. „I understand your concern. Cerberus is hardly like the Alliance. We can be ruthless, if necessary.“ She admits. “In addition, our organization is often depicted as being human supremacist. Too many join us out of simple xenophobia.“ Miranda points out, having a feeling that perhaps its anti-alien reputation was a major, if not the main reason for Garrus‘ mistrust.

„But this is not what Cerberus stands for.“ She assures, placing a hand on a slender hip. If he is as stubborn as the Commander was, easing his concerns isn‘t going to be easy, but Miranda thinks she should let him know what she believes in. She is willing to elaborate, as long as Garrus is willing to listen.

@firstkeptdaughter said: ❛ i don’t think you fully understand the situation you’re in. ❜ (for garrus)

&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Oh, I understand my situation well enough. ❞

Typical, for Cerberus, he supposes, to manage to sound so... patronising. He may be jumping to conclusions here, but is it really that far-fetched to assume that a woman working for a humanity-first terrorist organisation is looking down on him, a turian? No, he’s not comfortable on board this ship, new Normandy or not. No, he doesn’t plan on socialising too much with the Cerberus crew.

❝ For you? I know I’m here because your Illusive Man wanted me to be. Because I’m a good rifle. ❞    He is not a person to these people.    ❝ A valuable asset for the mission against the Collectors. ❞    His tone remains cool, his stance stable despite having walked out of the medical bay not two hours ago (he should be in bedrest, but screw that), as he towers over Miranda, taller than most humans by a long stretch.    ❝ For me? I’m here for  Shepard.  And, let me make this perfectly clear, Miss Lawson: I follow her orders, not yours. I trust her. But I certainly do not trust Cerberus. ❞

#smokedanced #smokedanced: garrus vakarian #verse: me2 #me2 miranda is such a cerberus zealot oof #i hope this works! #smokedanced: 001 #threads #sorry for the delay i’ve been so busy and i’ve been feeling low too

[firstkeptdaughter]

if miri has her translator set to translate other languages into english for her, does that mean it‘ll be translated into a english with an australian accent for her? does this mean garrus sounds australian to her ears.. then so would samara, mordin, aria, liara, thane, pretty much everyone who isn‘t speaking english.

#musings #ooc #can you imagine garrus speaking in an australian accent #lol

[firstkeptdaughter]

Damnit. Miranda should have seen this coming. Wilson had always rubbed her the wrong way, something Jacob would merely brush off as Miranda‘s paranoid nature. Now, the doctor was nowhere to be seen, while Miranda was being attacked by waves of mechs. And Shepard? She‘d just woken up to this place being attacked by its own security systems, which, of course, were rigorous.

The Cerberus officer fired a shot into a nearby mech, causing it‘s head to explode when she heard a faint voice through her omnitool. Shepard. Had the Commander not heard her previous message? That must mean the comms channels were malfunctioning. Someone had messed with those too, then. That also must have been the reason why Jacob wouldn’t respond to her. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Taking cover, Miranda spoke into the comm’s systems once again. „There‘s a locker with a pistol and armor on the other side of the room. Hurry!“

Using a mix of shots and biotics to take care of the rest of the mechs, Miranda navigated her way through the station as swiftly as she could, running into nothing but mechs and.. bodies. Her staff. Killed. Wilson was going to pay for that.

The moment Miranda caught a glimpse of the man through the opening door, she reached for her gun, lips curling into a sneer. „Miranda? I thought you were-?“ He spoke, the confusion palpable on his face. Before he could finish his sentence, the officer fired a bullet into his head.

„Dead?“ She spoke as Wilson‘s body collapsed to the floor, something which Jacob didn‘t seem particularly pleased by.

„Miranda? What the hell are you doing?“ Her colleague inquired with a bewildered expression as he jogged towards her.

„My job. Wilson betrayed us all.“ She responded matter-of-factly before glancing over at Shepard, who was now armed and fully dressed in armor.

Miranda was unable to keep herself from chastising herself in thought. The Commander was here, alive, which was a medical marvel. She had done astonishing work with the Lazarus Project, but she almost undid those two years of work into Shepard by failing to find out Wilson‘s true nature in time. Why was it whenever she thought she‘d achieved something great, she‘d fuck up horribly?

closed starter for @firstkeptdaughter.

It was that voice again, but this time it was calling her name. It sounded so familiar to Shepard but she just couldn't place it. Female, certainly, and an association with brown hair? Her thought process was stunted by pain. It felt like she'd been in some kind of bar fight. Must have had a clean hit to the face because it felt like someone had split her jaw in half on one side. It took her until she was sitting upright to realize the voice was coming through comms. This was a real woman, not some dream or vision, and she was trying to save Shepard's life.

The familiar sound of a nearby explosion is what kicked her into gear. Adrenaline shot through her system and she pushed herself off the platform. Some kind of medical facility? What the fuck. She was in her underwear, just a sports bra and shorts and nothing else, and someone had definitely run a brush through her hair. What. The. Fuck.

"Hey," she called out, and her voice was hoarse and cracking. She tried again, "hey! I need a gun!" Another explosion shook the floor. "And some fucking armor!" Maybe she could improvise something to bludgeon with? That wouldn't work against grenades.

#stxsis #stxsis: 001 #threads #verse: me2

[firstkeptdaughter]

What kind of love are you?

Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

tagged by @stxsis

tagging @seaofbeachystars @smokedanced and anyone who wants to do this (no pressure!)

#this is so accurate #this quiz was as if made for miranda #some of the answers were so so fitting for her.. #tests #about miranda #thanks for the tag

[firstkeptdaughter]

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴜꜱᴛ / ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ / ꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴜꜱ / ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ

An independent roleplaying account of Kaidan Alenko from Bioware's Mass Effect series. // written by DJ / 28 / they/them // est. 2020 / rebooted. 2023.

#promo #mass effect rp #indie mass effect rp #kaidan alenko

[firstkeptdaughter]

“Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it’s a scary thing.”

There she is. Oriana. She still has the same eyes as she did nineteen years ago when Miranda held her in her arms, a frail, small infant back then. Looking into the young woman’s face is almost like staring into a mirror; they’re identical. Genetically. But Oriana looks different, regardless, with an expression in those otherwise identical eyes of someone who hasn’t seen the kind of things that Miranda has. Fortunately.

Miranda made sure of that, those nineteen years ago, by saving her sister from her father. It’s a decision she will never come to second guess.

Miranda instinctively smiles as she looks at her sister. And just, like Oriana did as a baby, she returns that smile in an instant. Her adoptive parents are with her, loving parents that Miranda carefully chose because Oriana only deserved the best. She’s done it. She’s given Oriana everything that she could never have. A normal family, a normal life, friends.

Then, she turns to leave. The movement feels as if one of two magnets attracted to each other were pushed back with such force to prevent them from touching. It took every bit of strength she had in her to leave Oriana. Memories of the moment when she, a sixteen-year-old girl, had to leave Oriana behind, come to the surface. It had been the most heart-wrenching decision of her life.

“It’s for the best”, Miranda asserted. “Oriana has a normal life. I’ll just complicate that for her. The less she knows about me, the better.”

She cannot hide that insecurity in her voice. Miranda wants to sound pragmatic, but she can’t. The desire to get to know the sister she had been watching over from a distance for nineteen years is palpable in her voice. Shouldn’t she? Miranda couldn’t imagine the happiness from even just one conversation with Oriana, but how selfish would it be? Once she became part of Oriana’s life, there was no return.

But, if she stayed, she would hurt Oriana sooner or later, wouldn’t she? She wasn’t like her sister. Miranda had a reputation for being ruthless and cold and in a way, it was true. As much as she loathed Henry, Miranda saw parts of him inside her. And she couldn’t let Henry near Oriana. That extended to the parts within her.

Yet, for some reason, her squadmate manages to convince her to talk to Oriana. With a few mere words. Normally, it takes a chain of well-funded arguments to convince Miranda of something, and even that could prove futile. But when Kaidan argues that Oriana should know she has a sister out there who loves her, Miranda merely nods. “You’re right”, she speaks, softly, her voice not resembling her usual tone one shred. It’s strangely tender.

It’s only when she returns, she notices that her cheeks are wet with tears. Had Kaidan noticed? Hopefully not. She wasn’t comfortable crying around people. It’s the reason why she has avoided looking into Kaidan’s face since laying eyes on Oriana.

“We’re done here”, Miranda declares, back in her usual professional, authoritative tone. As if she didn’t just go through one of the most meaningful experiences of her life. “Oriana is safe. My father won’t be able to track her down anymore.” She assured, with her back still turned towards her squadmate. With a subtle movement, she wipes away the tears from her face with the sleeve of her catsuit. Then she takes a deep breath and turns to Kaidan.

She’s about to tell him they should head back to the ship, but then Kaidan speaks up.

“Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it’s a scary thing.”

Damnit. She wants to huff, or roll her eyes, but she can’t. The lieutenant and his tendency to say such profound things in the rare moment where it has the capability to affect Miranda.

In any other circumstances, she would’ve shot back with a witty remark. Something along the lines of her not being vulnerable. But in those very circumstances right now Miranda isn’t able to come up with anything like that.

“I guess so..”, she hesitantly agrees, crossing her arms in defensiveness. “I’m not good with ‘vulnerable’. Typically I can solve my problems through more scientific approaches - or with a simple bullet.” She quipped wryly.

#spaceguard #verse: me2 #i decided to set the scene to miri's loyalty mission #because it's rare that miri is vulnerable #but when it comes to ori? she totally is

[firstkeptdaughter]

I finally have time for replies now. 🖤

#ooc

[firstkeptdaughter]

Reblog this 

if you think OC muses should be treated with the same respect as canons. 

#reblog this if meme #i love oc‘s okay

[firstkeptdaughter]

Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

#meme #symbols meme #memes

[firstkeptdaughter]

Send me Room and I will give you a detail about my muse's room.

That detail can be a piece of furniture, a decorative element, their bed, the entire room's aesthetic, or anything else I can think of.

#headcanon meme #rp meme

[firstkeptdaughter]

I think I‘ll change my promo header image somehow.. It just looks flat and dead in a way.

#ooc

[firstkeptdaughter]

RP Wishlist

→ Platonic Jackanda. Bonus points if it becomes a best friend/SISTP kinda ship. Extra bonus points if Miranda and Jack kill The Illusive Man by the end of ME3.

→ Scene: Miranda’s loyality mission. Miranda confides in your muse about her father having located her sister. Bonus point if your muse convinces Miranda to go and speak to Oriana.

→ Dynamics between Miranda and Garrus. I just.. love the idea of those two becoming friends.

→ Also Miranda and Grunt. They would make such a cool duo. They’re very different and that’s why I think they’d make an intriguing pair of friends.

→ Miranda joining the Normandy and being a squadmate in Mass Effect 3.

#rp wishlist #rp info #general #might edit this later

[firstkeptdaughter]

4— What kind of music best fits your muse? List three songs!

5— What aesthetic-y things do you associate with your muse that you would put on a moodboard for them?

4 — What kind of music best fits your muse? List three songs!

Max Richter - On The Nature Of Daylight. It's a very tragic piece, to me it sounds like resignation but also like the beginning of something new and beautiful. I associate it with Miranda giving Oriana to her adoptive family.

Tori Amos - Strange Little Girl. I think it fits Miranda because a big part of who she is, is the fact that she's never been "normal".

Rachmaninoff - Pano Concerto No.2 Op.18 Moderato. Some parts of this piece are intimidating, eery even, but there are also sequences that sound warm and soft. It's very nuanced and dynamic which is why it reminds me of Miranda.

5— What aesthetic-y things do you associate with your muse that you would put on a moodboard for them?

I might create a moodboard for Miranda when I'm in the mood. I associate many things with her.. Black panthers, wine, sushi, violin and piano music, paper books, red lipstick, neat hair buns, gloves, fancy lace lingerie, fireplaces, Illium, fine jewelry, nightly studying, high tech holographic computers and other equipment. I think if there was a Dark Academia that was more futuristic, that would be Miranda's aesthetic.

#thank you so much for the ask! #answered #ask meme #serabellyms #about miranda #aesthetic #music

[firstkeptdaughter]

Short ask meme centered around muse inspiration. Remember to specify muse on multi-muse blogs!

1— What fictional characters or real people was your muse inspired by when you designed them? 2— What real-world cultural inspirations have you drawn from that you’ve incorporated into your muse? 3— Does your muse exist in other settings? Other fictional universes, or alternate universes? If not, what other universes could they fit into? What would they be like in the real world? 4— What kind of music best fits your muse? List three songs! 5— What aesthetic-y things do you associate with your muse that you would put on a moodboard for them? 6— Does your muse have a color scheme? What do those colors represent in regards to your muse? 7— Does your muse have a face claim? How about a voice claim? 8— What kind of accent does your muse speak with? What are their speech patterns like? 9— Does your muse have a title? What does it mean? Are they aware of it or is it purely for your own uses as a writer? 10— How does your muse change the way you write? Do you write them differently than other muses if you have multiple?

#ask meme #mun questions #mun asks #meme #askbox meme

[firstkeptdaughter]

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴜꜱᴛ / ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ / ꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴜꜱ / ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ

An independent roleplaying account of Kaidan Alenko from Bioware's Mass Effect series. // written by DJ / 28 / they/them // est. 2020 / rebooted. 2023.

#mass effect rp #promo