ivishepard:

[MSG re]: Oh I know you are well-versed in fashion and the like, just… It’s really not necessary for you to try to put clothes on my body. The dress is probably just going to end up a crumpled mess on the floor anyway…Ah.

[ RE ] I knew there was something between you and that newly appointed SPECTRE. I noticed the way you looked on fawning during his naming ceremony.

[ RE ] I suspect this ensemble will accentuate your hips and legs and he will be unable to resist. 

[ RE ] Not that I suspect he has in his capacity to do so. I doubt the resistance of anyone in your presence.

commanderallisonshepard:

[Reply] Of course. If you get the chance and want to help, please do. I’m hopeless lost with all of this stuff. 

[Reply] I’d skip the wedding if someone didn’t expect me there.

[ RE ] I can spare an hour or two this afternoon if you are so inclined. I will dare to say that my … guest, who I will have with me, would not appreciate knowing your name. Just as fair warning, darling.

(Source: oh-morinth)

ivishepard:

[MSG re]: Gold and red? I will consider it but I swear Morinth, I can dress myself. 

[ RE ] It is just the right blend and shade to compliment your stunning hair. Trust me, Commander, other than my … eccentricities, fashion is something I know much about. 

+ futureofasari

She saw the matching figure the moment the solid doors swished shut behind her. The sight was … surreal, to say the very least. Morinth set down her drink, straightened the short hem of her dress and made an obvious gesture of approach. She extended a hand, cocked her freckled head to the side and smiled wide and ferociously. 

“Well,” she breathed out. “I will say, it is uncanny how close to the original you appear.” She dipped her full eyes sleepily, knowing the simple movement held no sway in such a predicament. “Who are you to wear my face, darling?” 

commanderallisonshepard replied to your post: [Message] Hey Morinth, what’s appropriate attire…

[Reply] Please and thank you. Apparently I have nothing in my closet.

[ RE ] No trouble, my dear. Please check the attached file for a list of contacts — they all owe me a favor or two and know me by the name ‘Trestare’. Please use it. 

[Message] Hey Morinth, what's appropriate attire for a wedding? I assume jeans and a t-shirt isn't acceptable.
◥		allieshepard

[ RE ] Not acceptable in any way, shape or form. If it is a simple affair, a light material and solid color would be best. If it is a much larger scale, go in full regalia. I can recommend any number of boutiques and planners if you have interest. And of course, it shall not cost you a thing.

princessvanguard replied to your post: [message] I am beginning to understand why…

*headdesk* [message] you are the second person to tell me that… You know what? I’m just going to make a deal with Kaidan if niether of us are married in 50 years we’re getting hitched. I’m done with this.

[ reply ] Seems like a wise idea. That is, your stalwart second human SPECTRE, no? I have seen his chiseled face all over the vids. Must be quite the temptation.

[message] I am beginning to understand why everyone says I have horrible taste in men... I do... It's horrible.
◥		princessvanguard

[ reply ] This is why I prefer women, my dear Commander. Perhaps you should join the rest of us on this side of the fence. 

The Vanishing Act Finale

blindfaithnisha:

[Alright, in an attempt to get plot things rolling again, villhaine-here, oh-morinth, and I hashed out Nisha’s “rescue” over Skype. I took the conversation and turned it into a play-like script. This picks right up from The Vanishing Act stuff, the master post (with all plot threads) can be found here: http://blindfaithnisha.tumblr.com/post/45351951815/the-vanishing-act-master-plot-post]

THE VANISHING ACT FINALE
Ft: Roger Villhaine, Morinth, Nisha’das

Nisha has locked herself up in Orion’s apartment, above Weapons Bench, and Morinth is currently outside trying to get to her. Morinth has left a couple voice messages and rang the bell a number of times. She is watching people, waiting, envisioning all the things Nisha will and could do to her captive – a batarian slaver and drug pusher, tied and gagged in an empty apartment. Roger returns from his mission, and Nisha hasn’t been answering his messages, either. He’s ready to turn the entire Citadel upside down to find her. Nisha’s omni-tool lies dead on the kitchen floor, its batteries drained. She’s ignoring the doorbell.

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akabetty:

Will write a short story (or fanfiction) for a doodle of Morinth wearing bunny ears and smoking a cigarette and looking EXASPERATED. 

First one gets dibs.