It's not even that I'm offended by mature artwork, people can draw it if they want to, hell I sometimes actually approve. But it's just seeing Samara as such a regal, classy lady and then I see...things. And I'm just sitting there with the most conflicted look on my face all:
"This just seems so disrespectful..."
Maybe I'm just weird. But the knee jerk reaction happens all the same.
I guess that's better, I wonder if readers will think its wrong?
-long silence-
Me:
Well I don't want to do the character a disservice, she's amazing! D:
-backspace-
Hours Later!
Me:
*curled up at the foot of my bed* SAMARA, Y U NO EASIER TO WRITE?!
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And the moral of the story is that writing Samara correctly is ridiculously hard and very easy to trip up over. Especially when you're having her do things we've never seen her do or react to.
Samara is a classy, elegant lady. A romance with her would have to be really tasteful.
Fan:
Oh totally, but we know she used to have a wild life, tasteful doesn't have to mean cold.
Me:
Of course, but it's a fine line to make it erotic but still tasteful. You can get it wrong really easily.
Fan:
Yeah and that's just without getting Samara's writing wrong in the first place.
Me:
Indeed.
-A Wild Stranger Appears!-
Stranger:
God why don't this bitch just give up the Booty man >.> all this nonsense talking they needed to make a L2 LB are LClick that says Shut up and get naked -.-
Against all odds, the Reaper began to crumble, fires spreading through its framework, arcs of electricity birthing from its heavily damaged eyes; the flames burst into explosions over its body, and it collapsed forwards, slamming into the platforms. It slipped off the side and fell below them, and for a moment, Ashira thought they were in the clear. The group moved back from the edge quickly, retreating from any further danger. But an explosion from the Reaper destructing rocked the platforms apart, throwing them all off balance.
The platform in front of them tilted violently, Ashira and Mordin managing to move back. “Samara!” Ashira felt her blood freeze upon realising the Justicar wasn’t as ‘safe’ as them.
She grasped vainly for some kind of foot or handhold, scrabbling at the surface as she slid to the edge of the platform, seconds away from falling to her death. The soldier practically threw herself after Samara, reaching out to try and grab her hand.
As the squeal of metal twisting out of shape reverberated around them, Ashira grabbed tight hold of Samara’s hand, and for a brief moment time was still, even if only a second; “I’ve got you!”
Then she slipped free. Ashira felt her heart clench in terror, another surge of adrenaline rushing through her system. She grabbed for the Justicar as she disappeared over the edge, and thanked whatever gods listened as her hand locked tightly around Samara’s wrist; she held onto the soldier tight, looking up in surprise. After losing grip of the Commander’s hand, she had been certain her fate was sealed; it clearly showed.
“Like hell I’m letting you die,” Ashira muttered, her voice somehow carried to the Justicar through the noise around them. She pulled her up with ease, but that was mostly because the platform got struck by another in the chaotic storm of falling metal. The momentum threw all three across the platform, rolling towards the edge. But then they were struck again, and everything went dark with a massive crash.
Because WAAAAH my gut has been feeling crappy the last few days so I haven’t written much. But here, have some Shepard and Samara friendly sparring:
“So Areveth was fine?” Ashira spoke as if they were settled at the couch, relaxed, instead of sparring in the middle of the apartment. There was plenty of room to do so without hitting anything and the carpet was thick enough to make falling less painful.
“She performed very well; I can see why she survived the Admiral’s missions.” Samara deftly stepped out of the way when Ashira’s arm extended in a grab for her wrist, brushing it aside and lifted her leg to strike the Spectre’s side.
Ashira quickly jumped back, avoiding it; she quirked a brow. “Oh?”
The Asari tilted her head, “she is creative and resourceful, with another century and Spectre training she will be an excellent biotic.”
Ashira gave a mildly bemused look, “you know I still can’t wrap my head around the time needed.”
A subtle smile tilted Samara’s lips, “that is expected.”
People assume that Jacob is liked by so few because he’s black.
I don’t care. I never cared. I spent my childhood growing up in countries where the vast majority of people were most certainly not white.
It just feels that some people who make this assumption are doing it just to be the high and mighty righteous one. I’m sure there are a bunch of people who didn’t like Jacob because of his skin colour. But assuming that’s the only reason?
I’m gay. I play a gay female Shepard. I like being nice to people. I play my Femshep as being reasonably nice towards people because she’s kind of damaged and keeps her emotions quiet (usually) but she won’t be a jerk unless you’ve pissed her off.
Play a femshep and choose the nicer dialogue when talking to Jacob.
Notice anything? Notice how Femshep’s voice suddenly goes from “professional soldier” to “I-want-you-in-my-pants-right-now”?
I could’ve warmed to Jacob just fine had it not been for my gay femshep suddenly talking to him like a horny creep who wanted to jump his bones.
By the third playthrough I just completely avoided talking to him at all and lost interest.
So it’s not about his skin colour. He just has the mental connection of “forcing” heterosexuality to spout from my very much lesbian femshep. It’s not even like I could just pick the middle dialogue on the wheel because even the neutral dialogue sounded like a horny woman.
If he was white I’d have been just as freaked out and disliked him just the same. In fact I can’t help but feel that I would’ve been even more bothered by it if he’d have been white.
If I were to choose what kind of man I had to sit in a room with for a day, my first thought is one of childhood nostalgia. An Arabian man in his clean white dishdasha. That image is far more comfortable to me than a white western male.
Deleted the last post because apparently my wording makes it look like I made the gifs and then posted them.
My strength is in writing. I don’t steal other people’s work, that’s retarded and insulting.
Hopefully the original creator sees this reblog and doesn’t want to “lynch” me: I am very sorry for the misunderstanding. I originally saw it posted by someone else; again my apologies. I got rid of my earlier post, went to your original post and hit reblog from there. Is that now proper conduct?