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@illiumflower said: 👀 ( joker and jolly let's goooooooooooooooo ) || for my muse to say a comment about yours, while mine thinks your muse isn’t around to hear
“I want him out of the cockpit,” is what Jolly said, a little louder than she’d intended, considering she is talking to Dr. Chakwas in the Combat Information Center, instead of the med bay. I need him out of the cockpit, is what Jolly meant to say, but didn’t quite know how to articulate without raising even more questions about the nature of the relationship between her and the pilot.
The last few months have been rough on everyone, but the Normandy crew, in particular, seems to be taking blow after blow, while having to carry the entire galaxy’s fate on their shoulders. Joker is, of course, no exception from this. Jolly was the one to deliver the news about his sister, and since then, they’ve had no spare moment to breathe and slow down. Unlike most of his co-workers, Joker is practically glued to his post and impossible to persuade to take a day off and fully process what is happening, hence why Jolly had to resort to issuing official orders left and right.
“He’s in no state to be at the helm right now,” she adds, a stern frown emphasizing her words. “Do whatever you have to do.”
In truth, it pains the Commander to say this. To act like her worry lies with Joker’s skills and ability to focus on their missions after receiving such devastating personal news. When the reality is that she worries this is affecting Joker more than he wants to let on and forcing himself to work is a poorly-adjusted coping mechanism. She’s seen it before plenty of times, in herself and other soldiers-- it comes with this line of work, after all-- but she’s hardly ever seen positive results.
She doesn’t want to lose Joker; selfishly first, for the good of the crew second. And if this means forcing him out of the bridge... so be it.
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HAZEL HAWKE, for @illiumflower
rebloggable for storm <3
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@illiumflower / Merrill cont x
“Oh, I’ll be alright!” Merrill quickly tried to reassure the Inquisitor, shaking her head and offering Kaaras a kind smile. “I’m used to going shoeless, really! It feels odd when I do have shoes on, actually... though I’ve never had to travel in snow quite as much as we do.” She paused. “... I’ll get a pair of boots to be safe. Thank you for caring, Kaaras.”
Kaaras had never understood how the Dalish went without shoes. As a child, he had hardly had anything fancy himself, his parents had been too poor for solid boots and the like. Socks had been sowed when his mother had the chance of some left over wool from the rams, but they still weren’t boots or shoes. He understood how cold feet could get, not to mention the worry of things like frostbite.
Even his thick, qunari skin suffered in the snow.
“I wouldn’t want you getting frostbite.” He looked down to her leggings, where her feet were only partially covered. “I’ve noticed many Dalish don’t wear shoes. I’m assuming you have some kind of natural resistance to the elements?” His assumption was more of a question than anything, though.
“Uh... I hope that’s not offensive. I’m just curious is all.”
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@illiumflower asked: ❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞ ( from ren to ann or ryuji perhaps? )
THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS | Accepting
“Yeah, I know what you mean! We’re finally free from exams and we can do anything we want!” Ann’s big smile indicated how relieved she was that a long week of exams had finally ended. She hoped to get a little above average marks this time and not have to lament over her grades later. Now that she saw Ren, she smiled brightly. “Hey, Ren-kun, do you want to hang out with me today? Get some crepes to celebrate maybe?”
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positivity for illiumflower : Please send a swarm of positivity bees to give @illiumflower a thousand of honey kisses. The sweetest of muns and the greatest of blogs. Truly a pleasure to have in the RPC. Thank you for being yourself!
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@illiumflower asked: ❌ ( joker and isabela! )
❌ for your muse having told mine something they need to hear but don’t want to 💌 [ meme - accepting ]
“Just when the hell am I supposed to take any time for myself, huh?” Isabela snaps at her pilot, her patience having reached its limits after being awake for over 52 hours straight, dealing with the Illusive Man, the Council, and now the nightmare of trying to get her chaotic mismatch of a squad to actually function as a cohesive team rather than being constantly at each other’s throats.
“I can’t take a shower without someone buzzing the comms, or a new email arriving. I have to constantly keep tabs on who is pissed at who in the squad because right now, I can’t trust them to watch each other’s backs, much less my own. And don’t even get me started on that shitshow on Horizon.”
Frustrated, she steps over the console to drop unceremoniously into the co-pilot’s chair, immediately slumping down in it as she continues. “Plus there’s that fucking skylight over my bed. You can just imagine how much sleep I actually get up there. I think I’ve managed more in the shuttles than I have in my own cabin.”
“And let’s not forget how I’m supposed to trust someone to watch my back after they’ve told me to my face that they had wanted to put a fucking control chip in my brain. I had to have Chakwas and Mordin both look me over just to be sure there weren’t any more surprise ‘upgrades’ after that. And yet she’s who got assigned XO? And her accomplice as MO?”
Emerald green eyes turn away from the windows looking out into space to glance at him then, though she doesn’t seem to be able to meet his gaze for long as she asks, “Just how am I supposed to relax when I’m constantly expecting a knife in the back from damn near everyone aboard my ship? It’s starting to feel like the galaxy would have been better off had I stayed dead...”
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@illiumflower replied: it's about the ~~ layers ~~
That’s fair, tbh. If you think about it, it’s like one shirt with many layers, making it look that way. I know because I own shirts like that and never wear them. I miss going outside.
BUT. If there really are three shirts... then we’ve got a problem. How. How is she not hot? I know they’re probably thin, but why.
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@illiumflower
❛ aren’t grey wardens supposed to have griffons ? with all the walking we do, a griffon might come in handy. i think i’ve done more walking since joining you than i ever did with the legion. ❜
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@illiumflower ♡ for joker .
recovery had been an uphill battle. some days were better than others and some days it felt like it would be easier to say hell with it. but he wasn’t that type of man ——— commander shepard was bound , determined , and inspired to get back to living a normal life. he had just started to learn how to walk , after some good progress with speech. his injuries didn’t surpass what happened on the normandy sr-2 a few years ago , but they were still severe enough to warrant a medically induced coma. london being a threat to kill him once again.
the visits and company were nice. kaidan , liara , garrus , and of course joker. who seemed to be more enthused seeing shepard awake and lively than anybody else. they all had history , his connection to joker was just stronger. and speaking of which , once he had come limping into his medbay room , the commander’s mouth pulled up into a barely there smile.
❝ who do you do you think limps faster , you or me ? we can race down the hallway. ❞ his tone suggests jest. it was nice to have someone to joke around with ... the others a little too worried about him to crack a laugh when shepard makes some stupid joke about how fun it was going to be being paralyzed from the waist down. ❝ it’s nice to see you out of the pilot’s seat. ❞
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@illiumflower | merrill | inquis!anders sc
❝ Merrill. ❞
A name he hadn’t spoken in nearly three years, slipping past his lips as though he was still familiar with it. To say he was displeased to see her would be a lie, though the way Anders' features hardened once amber eyes regarded the petite woman could have told a different story.
❝ I don't know why but... I always had assumed you went back to Kirkwall in the end. If not for the elves in the alienage, then just for that mirror, I suppose. I can’t imagine you would have left that after spending so much time working on it. ❞
Tone of voice awkward, Anders' body language reflecting a slight hesitance--- speaking of the past ( and of the things left behind as Kirkwall burned, his own dearest possession included ) put him on edge. In the here and now, his fellow mage was ultimately only a reminder of a time where he had been immensely unwell. Where he had spent years upon years, working for a change--- fighting for one, only to feel forced to try to take control of the situation all on his own when all other options had be extinguished. He still didn’t regret it, though he did for a time regret the lives lost. Ironic though, that he who had become so hated for that one moment was now begrudgingly revered--- the face of an organization that historically stood for all that he hated.
❝ When I was told that someone might have useful information for me, I never imagined that it would be you. ❞
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❝ Yes. I— a witch kissed me and cursed me so that anytime anybody yells a secret word, I have to attend to their every need, and that word is my fucking name, Joker. ❞
Garrus just stares at him for a few moments, parsing through it-- the word ‘witch’ didn’t translate at first. Magic old lady, yes, yes. Shaman.
“I thought your name was Jeffrey.”
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jolly ⊗ + normandy
SEND ME ⊗ + A WORD FOR MY MUSE’S THOUGHTS ON THAT SUBJECT
"The SR-1 was formidable. The first frigate I've ever served on and-- well, I suppose I can say it was the last one too." Ouch. The chuckle that follows is uncomfortable. "The SR-2 grew on me too, especially after the Alliance recovered her from Cerberus. Don't get me wrong, though, I will work on any ship. I will work on a flying vending machine if I have to. Whatever is needed."
She tries a small, wistful smile. "But the Normandy has become my everything. Work, home, family, mission... purpose in life, I suppose."
"Don't tell Dr. Chakwas about that last part," Jolly is quick to add. "She's been trying to talk to me about the separation between work and personal life."
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Mindel Cousland, for @illiumflower
( Melody, fucks around in Photoshop for practice series 002 / ??? )
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@illiumflower liked for a Traynor starter
“Don’t give me that look. I’m sure you’ve got your own hobbies too, Joker.”
Sam’s defensiveness only comes with folding her arms across her chest; she rarely takes a sharp tone to her voice, especially here in the lounge off-duty. “Call it nerdy or whatever you like, but it keeps my senses sharp and it’s fun.”
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@illiumflower liked for a starter ( for vivienne! ) !
“ The poor baroness. All these people here for the hunt and not a single wyvern shows up. How devastating for her reputation. “ Looking none to concerned, Claudine feeds a scrap of meat to the hawk perched on her gloved arm, and smiles as it tears it viciously from her fingers. “ Let us hope the banquet is not as disappointing --- though, unless she had the foresight to plan for this, I suppose we shall be missing the main course. “
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@illiumflower -`ღ´- for a starter; Hazel Hawke
A frustrated grunt left him as he tried to read a letter Varric sent him, curse that damned dwarf. He looked to the softer footfalls that ended at his doorway, giving her an agitated look, before calming down, realizing his anger shouldn’t be directed at her, “Need help today?” he hoped so, he could really kick something’s ass right now without a care.
the Elf wadded up the paper and tossed it to the side for now, he wouldn’t meet Hazel’s eyes, however. The broody male wasn’t quite ready to learn reading on his own yet, and this to him was a failure, to have his friend see that was embarrassing.
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