"I’m Vulpes, nice to meet you Izzy." He said happily as they began walking, "Watch your step in case you step in a hole."

"Nice to meet you too." She nodded a bit and stepped a little more carefully than normal "so where am I? I got a little turned around."

"You’re in the nameless forest, which happens to be it’s name, it confuses people." He said with a small chuckle. "People get lost in here a lot, I always help them find the way out though."

“It seems to be quite the confusing place. You are very kind for doing that. Do you live here then?” She stepped aside to avoid a hole, nearly bumping into him “Sorry about that.”

aportraitofinsanity asked:

Xkit? And yeah, most likely on my account, I sadly don't have an RP account for this character because I've learned the hard way that nobody likes to RP with my OC's on Tumblr...

Izzy The Cyborg Answer:

Xkit is magic. You should definitely look it up. That’s not true you just have to find the right group who loves to be around you. That’ll work for me though. Would you like to make a starter for this or shall I?

izzythecyborg asked:

"Rock and roll is the Devil's music. Good thing I'm a Satanist."

Izzy The Cyborg Answer:





John looked up with a face of worry. “I love Rock’n Roll, but.. Is everything alright with you, Izzy?” He raised an eyebrow. 

Izzy tilted her face so she was looking up at him and smiled “Parents always leave you the weirdest things don’t they?”she gently took it from him and shook her head with a soft grin. Looking over it she offered it back to him “I would love to listen if you would like.”

He looked down at the disc. “Yes, you’re right. Wish I had known them, but hey, got an surrogate mother down there in the medbay, right?” John chuckled. He opened his omnitool and switched to his music collection. “Will take a moment..” Shepard searched a few moments, then found it. He started the album and sat back down. Did your parents left something for you?”

"Some people just make great moms to everyone who doesn’t have parents around." She smiled when he chuckled and listened to the music, bobbing her head softly "Mostly just their work and equations. I made them public for use after my mom passed away. I don’t understand them yet. But maybe some day I will."

"If you take care of your knowledge, I’m sure you will. You got the best teachers here on the Normandy and everyone is willing to help you with those things. You just have to ask." He sighed and leaned back, throwing the datapad on the table. "Sometimes I wonder, what life would’ve been, if I hadn’t joined the military." 

"Learning is always fun for me as long as I take breaks." She smiled at him and leaned forward, resting her hand in her palms

"What if is the most dangerous question in the whole world when used in a past tense. It will destroy you if you ask yourself that question too much. Hindsight is always 20/20 John. I can ask myself what would have happened if I hadn’t told my parents about my mistake. If they hadn’t rushed off to fix it and stop it from being so devastating. I still would have lost them. But way more people would have gotten hurt and I think that would be worse." She smiled, bittersweet looking, and shook her head

" That was the only way to save people who deserved to keep living. I just have to tell myself that whenever I think about my choices."

John always asking the big questions and Izzy sharing her own answers to that question She knows when it comes down to the line she will make the best choice for everyone else instead of herself

Lesson learned: watch out for psychopaths





Izzy practically jumped awake when she woke up. Her vision. Something was wrong with it. She blinked several times to attempt to fix it only to be unable to move one of her eyes. She was forgetting parts of yesterday and had to move her head all the way around to see the room. A few more blinks and a dissatisfied hum. Her eyebrows pressed together and she winced when she did that.

She gently reached a hand up, which also had several scattered bandaids on it from the glass. She remembered that. Glass. And being so scared. And unbearable pain. Benoit. He did this. She knew that. The sick feeling of revulsion from thinking about him. She felt violated and pissed. And being carried. John. She could remember that too. The sound of gunfire being silenced and the snap of bones.

She ran her finger along the bandages. There was a small chirp from her omnitool and she pulled up her vitals only to wince. She went to speak and had to try to clear her throat a few times, only managing to rasp out a few words.

"This is The Normandy then?"

When John woke up the next morning, he recognized, that he fell asleep in his working chair, not in his bed. Annoyed like hell, he stood up and strechted himself. A small pain rushed through his back. When he wanted to go for sleep the last evening, he wasn’t able to. Shepard kept himself from wandering around on the Normandy, instead he started working. The datapads on the desk proved that. He sighed and headed to the bathroom. The person he saw in the mirror, was more a zombie. 

John shook his head and decided to get ready for the day. Take a shower, pulling on fresh clothes and check mails on his terminal. 

His first stop was the crewdeck. He needed coffee. Urgently. 

He took a cup of coffee and entered the medbay after, seeing that Izzy was awake.

"Yes, this is the Normandy. We’re on our way to Noveria. Good morning." He sat down beside her bed. "How you’re feeling?"

"Alright. A bit like I got hit by a transport car." Her voice rasped as she spoke, but it didn’t seem to actually be painful. It just took more effort to speak than normal. She shrugged her shoulder softly and hissed when that moved against her bruises and cuts, "A lot of my memories from yesterday are fuzzy or I’m forgetting them. Also I think I’m a lovely shade of purple from my face to my middle. And I’m sort of really hoping Benoit is in jail and gets what he deserves. And if I could maybe get breakfast? Another side note that rolling around on the ground when there’s a broken mirror is a really bad idea for hands."

She held her hands up, one side being wrapped mostly and the other covered in small bandaids wiggling them for emphasis. She was in decent spirits and would probably be very excited if she didn’t feel like she had been steam rolled yesterday.

"Could you also ask Chakwas if I can get up and walk around. Or maybe Tali. I would really like to talk to everyone who helped me yesterday at least."

"James is making breakfast for everyone. Since we found out, that he is an excellent cook, he have to suffer because of it. I could get you a wheelchair, then you can cruse around in the Normandy and look after everyone." He smiled at her and took a sip from his coffee. "Don’t think you should walk by now. Take another day of rest, tomorrow the world looks different. Your wounds should heal really fast. And no purple, I can see."

John stood up and went to the other corner of the medbay. He took one of the three wheelchairs at the wall and pushed it to Izzy’s bed. 

"Ready to go, my lady?", he asked with a grin. 

"Not the first time I’ll be in one and not the last time I would bet." She smiled at him and shrugged before moving the blankets to the side and making grabby hands at John "While I could move myself I’m going to be brat. Put me in my throne O servant of mine. I would hate to fall and hurt myself even more." She is totally joking and sticks out her tongue at him.

"Who all is on the ship? And who patched me up?" There’s a sense of curiosity coming from her and then she thinks of something, a small pout and a frustrated sigh "Damn. I’ll probably have to borrow clothes from someone at some point. Stupid people causing more problems than necessary."

I never really drank coffee until we got a keurig and now I drink it fairly often

14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.

17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?

21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?

Women do not have to:



  • be thin
  • give birth
  • cook for you
  • have long hair
  • wear makeup
  • have sex with you
  • be feminine
  • be graceful
  • shave
  • diet
  • be fashionable
  • wear pink
  • love men
  • be the media’s idea of perfection
  • listen to your bullshit
  • have a vagina

This is very true, but it’s important to remember that if a woman is feminine, graceful, shaves, diets, wears make up, or does any of these things in the list, it doesn’t make her a slave to patriarchy or any less of a feminist than you.


(Source: defendfeminism, via taywhytetrash)