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so I was thinking about World’s End and this happened…

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Been replaying ME lately ~ Somehow I haven't shared these sketches here?

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For the record, I would never knowingly use or share AI generated art in anything I post, so if you ever catch me doing so, it was an accident, and I'd like you to let me know so I can delete it.

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What’s a stereotypical food from ur culture that u absolutely love.

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You sure you’re okay?

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Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

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the first human spectre, the shadow broker and an admiral walk into a bar...

[liara's side eye wip]

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Commission for @impishbiscuit of their wonderful Shep, Jessie Shepard, and Thane :3

It was an honor to get to draw them, my favorite pairing :)

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i love how saren just zooms around on a hoverboard in mass effect 1 and then we never see anything like that again for the rest of the trilogy

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Feel free to elaborate in the tags/comments if you feel like it, I love hearing about people’s Shepards :)

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POV RO SHEPARD INCINERATES YOU 🔥

happy birthday @gammaraydeath!!! ♡︎ mwah!

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Heartless. (~540 words)

People have called Shepard many things over the years. Back when she had just enlisted, there were the slurs spat out by grunts with puffed out chests during basic — stupid names meant for FNGs from Earth, easy to nip in the bud by breaking someone’s nose.

The names didn’t get personal until years later, when she finally had a career to speak of; because that only happens by making tough choices, and of course those choices are for civilians and pencil pushers to criticize. Out loud. In public. And right in front of her drink.

Butcher this, barbarian that… and when someone was feeling dramatic, the one that amused her most: heartless. As though the heart had anything to do with doing her job.

But right now, Xiomara lies in bed looking at the man beside her, and thinks that maybe they were up to something.

Kaidan’s profile is barely visible in the dim light of the room. When he breathes, the rise of his chest under her hand allows her to feel his heartbeat… and Shepard feels a silence settle inside her that she hasn’t found in two or twenty years. Something like a sigh of relief, leaving her from the depth of her aching bones. Something like the thought that she could stay here for a long time.

A message on her omni-tool paints a corner of the room in an orange glow — the tenth in the past few minutes. Even with the thing on silent, she’s aware of every notification that has come through since they got into bed. She knows they will keep coming, that something is probably already going to shit in her absence. She also knows that, the moment she figures out what the next crisis is, Kaidan will follow her into it without missing a beat. These days he seems to be there at every turn. To make himself useful, he says in public; to make up for lost time, he says in private.

A message pings again. Shepard keeps her body still as she ponders that making up for lost time also means watching him sleep like this, unbothered, like he did the night before Ilos. She remembers the surprise on his face when he woke up then, blinking and with static in his hair, like actual rest had snuck up on him. It is strange to have a memory from before Alchera come back to her so clearly — but who else would be the reason if not him?

She wants so badly to keep him where he is. It’s selfish and she doesn’t care. She has to at least try.

What ruins most subterfuge work is overthinking one’s movement, making oneself artificially slow. Shepard rises in one quick, fluid move and stands by the bed on her tiptoes, like a teenager sneaking out of the house.

And she waits.

Kaidan shifts in bed. His arm reaches as if looking for something, and Shepard is sure that she’s busted… but then she sees him find her pillow and pull it close, burying his face in it. There is a long, deep breath as she watches him soothe himself back to sleep by hugging something that belongs to her.

There it is again: that feeling in her chest when she remembers that he wants her. A flutter that eases into warmth and makes it harder to leave each time.

She smiles as she steps away.

They can call her what they will when the war is over. She will give up whatever she has to — but not this, not tonight. For that, she doesn’t have the heart.

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so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie

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I really needed to draw my girls. As many complaints as I may have with Mass Effect, the games are fun, yes even Andromeda.

So here's my Commander Shepard and Pathfinder Ryder