the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
emails should be banned. want to get in contact with me? send a raven
i LOVE the idea of "i can't win, but you can lose" in fictional confrontations it is SO fucking tasty. the human nature to self destruct and the human nature to survive by any means necessary combined at its finest.
This isn’t cute. Lesbians only draw their favs as medieval knights when they’re catastrophically smitten
Dan sighs, putting a hand to her face. She doesn't miss that she's keeping her fingers grouped—the index and the middle, the ring and the pinky.
its an honest job making the prothean cipher affect shepard more but its a living! minific the excerpt is from below the cut
Dan doesn't understand herself, sometimes. It's a terrifying feeling, because she's used to understanding herself and her motivations—she has a theory about herself that she won't share—but she's at a loss here. The Captain's quarters of the Normandy let her sit and consider this wrongness as they make their way to Noveria, at the very least.
Feros was… Difficult. Dan would have preferred to have washed her hands of every colonist there if it meant solving the problem faster, but that's not how it worked. She had to fight tooth and nail to knock them unconscious and make sure everyone survived. It meant more time with the spores everywhere, more time with the growing headache, more time with that damn plant.
She doesn't think it's the plant's fault for her wrongness, either. She wasn't in the colony long enough to be effected like that salarian, and Chakwas cleared everyone that was outside for no ill effects. And yet, Dan sits, staring at her hands.
How many fingers does she have? Five fingers, which she knows to be the correct amount a human should have, but it feels unwieldy in a way it never has before. She has to remember that she can move each finger independently.
Dan sighs, putting a hand to her face. She doesn't miss that she's keeping her fingers grouped—the index and the middle, the ring and the pinky. She wonders, then, if this feeling of what she can only describe as some sudden onset of body dysmorphia against the shape of a human was caused by whatever that asari had beamed into her brain.
So, protheans had three fingers, incredible. Humans have five.
Dan forces her fingers apart, curling each one individually. Five, she repeats internally. Five.
i think we forget that like……kaidan alenko killed a man when he was 17 years old out out of pure anger and we forget this bc he is the Bisexual Steak Man
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.