“Sister” piece to that last Heisenberg drawing I did
“Sister” piece to that last Heisenberg drawing I did
this may be an unpopular opinion but i do actually enjoy the italian. i get a kick outta characters that aren’t so much characters as they are like. devices. suggestions. a rare big fish that exists to point out the presence of a rarer bigger fish. i don’t need to know her whole deal and i don’t care lol all she has to do is show up every fifth episode and say “reminder! i’m the one holding your leash and the only reason i haven’t strangled you with it yet is that there’s some thing out there that scares me enough not to :)”
So. In his mutant form, Moreau is a fish with 8 arms. Does that make him an octopus?
[ Read on AO3 ]
Pairing: mshenko (background) Gen friendship between Kaidan and Joker | Rating: T | OC: Sidney Shepard (Sentinel/Colonist/War Hero)
Joker returned from the head to find out he wasn’t alone in the cockpit. The glowing blue interloper didn’t count, of course, though he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched all the time.
Alenko occupied the co-pilot's seat, just like he had so many times on the SR-1, before she went down in flames, taking twenty of her crew – Shepard and Alenko included – with her.
Joker paused for half a second. It was nice, but a little weird, to see him sitting there. But Joker was quickly reminded of how much things had changed. Instead of manipulating the haptic controls in front of him, Alenko lounged almost casually in the seat, one knee pulled up to his chest, head tipped back to stare at the passing eezo emissions and stars above.
“Hey,” Joker said, rounding the pilot’s chair and slipping back into it.
“Hey,” Alenko replied. His gaze never shifted.
Awesome. Alenko was never a chatterbox – something Joker appreciated – but he seemed more taciturn than usual since his return aboard. Joker hadn’t read the reports from Pragia, but ship scuttlebutt was hard to avoid, and it was pretty clear that what Alenko had been through the last two years was horror movie potential.
“That dank little hidey hole down in engineering getting to you?”
Alenko huffed, one side of his mouth curling upwards, only slightly.
“Chambers is down there organizing something. I think she was trying to corner me.”
Joker nodded, making a few adjustments on the screen in front of him.
“Good evasive maneuver, hiding up here. But she won’t give up that easy.”
Alenko hummed. “I am a psychologist’s wet dream at this point.”
Joker shot him a side-ways glance. Was that a joke? His face hadn’t moved from its stoic mask. It was hard to get a read on Alenko anymore. He used to be a bit of an open book.
But that was then. This was now. They’d all changed.
“Yeah, I, uh, heard things got a little hairy for you the last couple years,” Joker told him.
Alenko shrugged. “Yep.”
“If you came up here to talk about it-,”
Alenko sniffed. “Everyone wants me to talk about it. You don’t want me to talk about it. Why do you think I’m here?”
Fair enough. “Good.”
Alenko didn’t respond.
Joker shot him a side-ways glance. He preferred a quiet workspace. Just him and his robot overload. But holy crap was this awkward. Everything had a felt a little high-strung since Alenko came back on board. The new people gave him a wide berth, as if they were worried he’d blow a gasket. Garrus was the only one that didn’t seem afraid of him, and Shepard followed him around like on eggshells, waiting for the chance to give him whatever he wanted.
Unfortunately, it seemed like what Alenko wanted was to be left alone.
They needed to figure their shit out.
“So, what’s with the ink?” Joker asked, tilting his chin in Alenko’s direction.
Alenko glanced down at his left arm, where he had a full-sleeve tattoo that had shocked the hell out of Joker. He’d never pictured Alenko as the tattoo type, and especially a set of sleeves. The one on the left was black and greys, a forest that Joker couldn’t possibly recognize but clearly meant something to Alenko.
“They cover the scarring.”
Ok, then. Big yikes.
Alenko made a face, tracing one of the black trees on his arm with a finger. “It’s British Columbia, near where my family’s orchard is. I spent a lot of time there as a kid.”
“Thank fuck you have a far less depressing reason, too.”
Alenko huffed out a laugh, a small smirk playing at his lips. He turned at the waist in his seat, putting the other arm on display. This one was in color, a rainbow tapestry of jewel tones that depicted stars, nebulae, and a half dozen various planets. Joker recognized Earth, Eden Prime, and Virmire of all fucking things. Ilos, too. There was one he didn’t recognize.
Alenko shrugged. “The places I’ve been that defined me, for better or worse.”
“That one?” Joke asked, pointing to the planet he didn’t recognize.
Alenko’s eyebrows pulled together and he pushed out a breath. “Mindoir.”
Ah. That wasn’t awkward in the least.
As if summoned, familiar footsteps echoed behind them, approaching.
“Joker, have you seen-,” Shepard started, stopping short when he spotted Alenko in the co-pilot's seat.
“Hey,” Shepard said to Alenko, his voice going all soft and kind of wistful.
Joker tossed a side-ways look at Alenko. He looked a little sad.
“Hey,” Alenko parroted. His voice wasn’t dripping with unresolved emotions like Shepard’s, but it at least contained a bit more inflection than his monotone greeting to Joker.
“Can you meet me in the comm room?” Shepard asked, pointing behind him with a thumb. “I want you on the next ground mission with Miranda and I, and I’d like to go over the briefing.”
Alenko nodded, rising to his feet. After an awkward pause where Shepard looked like he wanted to say something to him but didn’t, he turned on his heel and left the cockpit.
Alenko followed him out, keeping a handful of feet between them.
“Hey, Kaidan,” Joker called over his shoulder.
Alenko turned to him, one eyebrow near his hairline.
“It fucking sucked, thinking you were dead. It’s good to have you back, man.”
Kaidan grinned – and this one seemed more genuine – nodding his head once.
Here it is fellas, my 4 page long ramble about different worms and trying to get the science behind Miranda's mad scientist bs.
Disclaimer where disclaimer is due: this contains a lot of my own speculation since we have very little concrete information and what we do have is a little all over the place. But either way, I hope you guys enjoy my nerd tangent and would love to hear any opinions/corrections you have on it (I'll make the option to comment on the doc available, don't abuse of it tho)
"There was no more intoxicating feeling, nobody on any earth - in any realm - that could fuck a person into next week like Sal."
I mean... should i get an altar of you soon? Anon @words-etched-in-her-skin @classyfruit 😂
The Execution of Messalina, 1874, Gustave Moreau
y'all I'll answer the requests tonight 😌✋ but I have a question because I'm really curious about y'all hcs because canon is like inexistent so I've seen a lot of hcs on the four lords so can you guys tell me your hcs on the four lords lolll (specially Donna please because I'd love to read your Donna hcs and Salvatore too because I have no idea on how to write him)
The Ballad, 1885, Gustave Moreau
Some spent Moreau for your viewing pleasure.😈💦
Artfol app - marsinthecorner
The Dream Haunting the Mogul, 1881, Gustave Moreau
How do y'all pronounce 'Jean'? Jean as in Jean Moreau?? Is it pronounced 'Jeen' or...?
@stay-because-now-you-have-a-home @haline-of-troy @buttcrflys-rose ??? Anyone??