#mass effect post destroy

[kalin7art]

Two posts in 1 day? What is it, my birthday? Yes it actually was that’s why I had time to draw. I am 99% sure that my treasured headcanon of Cortez becoming Shepard’s caretaker and close friend for a few months (being the only crew member left on Earth), comes from a fanfiction I’ve read in these years. PLEASE, if you know it send me the link, because I’d very much like to re-read it. 

Also, might draw more about this.

[destructivearchitect]

— SHEPARD: “not everything i’ve done is… something to be proud of.”

— ANDERSON: “i’m proud of you. you did good, child. you did good.”

[lorelei2525]

Return to Virmire (WIP)

"Then, we’re going to retire somewhere warm and tropical..."

I wanted to draw some study with the anatomy of these two. But I liked this stuff, I need to color it in Ps😅

[vakarianshepard]

Mass Effect Trilogy Appreciation Week-Day 7: Future

Thank you so much @omegastation for putting this event together!!

Post-ME3, Destroy ending. Shepard wakes up for the first time, 1.1k words.

For the first time in weeks, the sun broke through the ash-choked sky, its weak light illuminating the battered planet below. Remnants of skyscrapers and burned-out buildings stretched out toward the horizon. The distant light trickled into a makeshift hospital room, washing over a fragile figure connected to dozens of wires and machines. Miranda Lawson stood nearby, her arms crossed tightly as she surveyed the monitors before her. Dr. Ayala fussed with the settings, her brow furrowed. 

“I don’t know, Ms. Lawson,” the doctor sighed, straightening and pushing her glasses up her nose. “I’ve never seen someone with injuries like this recover full—"

“I have,” Miranda snapped, harsher than she intended, “I’ve seen worse on this patient. You don’t know Shepard like I do. She’s a fighter.” 

The doctor pursed her lips but said nothing. Wise choice, Miranda thought, turning to look out the window as the other woman’s footsteps receded. Below, the galaxy was already beginning to claw its way out of the ashes. Countless dead and even more missing, but for what it was worth, the rebuilding and recovery process had begun. She didn’t let her thoughts linger on the Normandy for long. Most of Sword had made their way back to Earth; with the relay damaged, there wasn’t anywhere else to go. But the Normandy had been one of the last ships to abandon the Crucible, and it never arrived at the rendezvous point. No one was willing to talk to the ex-Cerberus officer, Miranda snorted to herself, but she wasn’t stupid. They were missing, no matter how Admiral Hackett tried to spin it to keep morale up. 

She almost didn’t hear the first sigh, faint and fleeting beneath the steady hum of the machines. A soft rustle of sheets followed, drawing her attention. Miranda turned sharply, her fierce gaze fixing on the figure in the bed. Alexa’s hand curled into a fist, her head tossing lightly against the pillow. Miranda scanned her closely, her eyes laser-focused. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and her brow crinkled slightly—a sign of discomfort? Hard to say. The monitors continued their monotony of beeps and whirs, and after a moment, Shepard’s face relaxed. Miranda sighed, taking a few steps forward and leaning on the small folding chair beside the bed. It creaked under her grip as she sat, leaning forward in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness.

“Come on, Shepard,” she said, reaching toward her before retracting her hands and twisting her fingers in her lap. Something fluttered in her chest, and she felt the urge to continue. “You haven’t come all this way to die now.” She bit her lip before continuing, her voice softening, “I’m not good at this sort of thing, and you know it.” She waited for a few moments, eyes locked on her friend.

Alexa remained motionless, her eyes closed. Miranda leaned back, frustrated. “Of course, that wouldn’t work,” she muttered. “What was I thinking?” She rose, the chair screeching against the linoleum floor as she pushed back. The noise was deafening in the small room, and she winced. To her shock, so did Alexa, her forehead scrunching and her mouth turning downward. Heart leaping into her throat, Miranda leaned in again, her voice trembling despite herself. “Shepard? Can you hear me?” 

As Miranda watched, bloodshot green eyes cracked open, and Alexa groaned, her fingers curling into the sheets. The heart monitor ticked up as she started breathing faster, shock and pain working their way back into her periphery. Miranda adjusted the sedative, then impulsively took her hand, “Shepard—Alexa—it’s alright. You’re in a hospital. Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?”

Alexa rolled her head toward Miranda’s voice. She blinked, once, twice, a frown marring her features as she peered up at Miranda. For a moment, Miranda’s breath caught in her throat—did she recognize her? Had she retained her memories? Or was Dr. Ayala right after all? Her hand tightened around Alexa’s as she stared into her eyes, desperate for a sign of recognition. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she nodded, her voice faint, “Mir…anda. Wh’ happn’d?” 

“We won,” Miranda replied, releasing her hand. “The Reapers are gone. Whatever you did, they. . . deactivated. Shut down.”

Alexa’s eyes were glazing over, her breath slowing as the sedative took hold again, but her lips twitched slightly, her hoarse voice fading as she replied, “Good. D’you. . . where’s. . . Normandy? Gar—"

Miranda inhaled sharply, her sweeping relief coming up short. How could she break the news that the ship—and its crew—were still MIA? Luckily, before she could answer, Alexa’s face went slack and her eyes drifted closed. Rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway, and moments later, Dr. Ayala and a flurry of staff burst into the room. Miranda had just enough time to school her expression into something cool and neutral as she turned around. 

“The monitors,” gasped the doctor, “they—”

“She woke up for a few moments,” Miranda replied, unable to keep the satisfaction from entering her voice. “There wasn’t time for a full exam, but she recognized me. And asked about her crew.” 

“Oh,” Dr. Ayala’s eyes widened, and she looked between Miranda and the bed. “Well, that’s a pleasant surprise.” She crossed the room and examined the readout from the monitors. Shepard was still unconscious. But her vitals were stronger. Her EEG showed signs of normal brain activity, unlike her comatose, sedated state. “Hmm.” She allowed herself a small smile. “This is good news. I’m sure Admiral Hackett will be pleased.” 

Miranda nodded, moving to the foot of the bed. “I told you; I’ve seen her come back from worse.” For the first time since she had taken over Alexa’s recovery, Miranda smiled at Ayala. The doctor looked shocked, then beamed back. 

“So you did,” the other woman replied, marking something on her omnitool before offering Miranda her hand. “I’d better get back to my other patients, Ms. Lawson, but I appreciate your assistance. I don’t think we could’ve gotten this far without you.”

“Of course,” Miranda said, shaking the doctor’s hand. With a final nod, the doctor left, the door sliding shut behind her. Miranda turned back to the window, surveying the city once again. The sunlight glanced off the remnants of London, sparkling and gleaming off twisted metal beams and ruined buildings. Still, the signs of life were unmistakable. Already, the damage was being repaired, the debris was being cleared, and countless people from every species were working together to create a new future. She sighed, a weight lifting from her as she glanced back at Shepard. 

Hope bloomed behind her ribs; if Alexa could beat the odds again, there was still hope for the rest of the galaxy. For Earth. For the Normandy. With the Reapers gone and the galaxy united the future was brighter than she had thought possible in years.

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Degrees of Separation

by @teamdilf ※ Ao3: Missjlh

Mass Effect, Mass Effect: Andromeda ※ Hannah Shepard/Castis Vakarian ※ (2,715 words) ※ Teen

Summary:

Castis has started online dating and has a first date with an Alliance veteran. Only, it turns out there are far fewer degrees of separation than he’d initially assumed.

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[wispythreads]

Replaying Mass Effect 1 Thoughts

Prologue (Female Shepard, Spacer, Sole Survivor, Infiltrator, Paragon-ish):

I'm again wishing for a version of events where Nihlus's plan is what actually occurs in the game, through him somehow surviving Saren... he seemed really cool, I really would've liked to have learned more about him.

fuck it's been long enough that the creepy bits of Eden Prime are still fucking creepy holy hell

What do you mean Ashely can't wear heavy armor yet???

Kaidan... Um... *wrapping in bubble wrap* ... *assesses* ... *wraps off one more layer for good measure* let's try to stop you from dying so much, yeah?

The Citadel - Expose Saren:

Preaching Hanar vs. Very Tired C-Sec Turian who cannot understand why anyone would be acting outside a rule-abiding, orderly manner is still such a fun little quick and easy quest. "Bro I get it just take the credits you need for a license."

GarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrus!!!!!

God my Salarian bias is already showing we're barely in this game. Chorban is cute.

Hey a named Turian in this bar can I talk to you? *Attempts to interact, nothing happens* No... ok. *loops around again after conducting business, walks past him* "She left me. Just like that." (said in this most mournful, sad, pathetic voice) Ooooh my god =< (wish I could just. Turn around and give him some company for a bit.)

(Picking up Garrus from the Med Clinic, right after he responds to me asking "Why do you want to take down Saren?") He sounds so mad and so personally offended that he couldn't find anything about Saren during his investigation, I don't mean it in a demeaning way but I want to laugh listening to him.

I get +2 Renegade just because I told Garrus he had a nice shot- y'know what worth it. He did. Yeah it was dangerous but what else was he gonna do? It looked sick and he looked sick doing it.

What do you mean Garrus can't wear medium armor yet?!?!

How often does my poor paragon Shepard wince as total strangers immediately bring up Akuze and how remarkable it was that she survived, while trying to keep her friendly smile now plastered on her face? How uncomfortable it must be, for every new acquaintance to immediately remind you of the worst moment of your life, a moment you’d never want to go through ever again. How often does she have nightmares about it, especially considering how it seems no one will let her forget?

"Holy shit maybe veteran mode has some kick to it. Jesus my poor guys." (The bar fight was. Not great. A lot of enemies coming on either side with minimal cover for everyone. Garrus and Wrex went down fast multiple times before I finally got the hang of coordinating attacks and giving out orders)

Misc. Citadel Quests:

"You're with the Alliance? My brother's a private back on earth!" Hey yeah I remember you hello again :) wait your voice sounds like I've heard it from somewhere outside Mass Effect, where have I- !!! Tandi!! Hello hello!!

She is too close too close there is no need for this personal space personal space back OFF (just. Seizing up all stiff-like and uncomfortable. There is no need for the Consort to get up on me like that while trying to get me to help her.)

I feel bad making Paragon responses during personal talks with Garrus in Normandy. Especially the very first one: "Maybe I'll finally be able to do what I want for a change" being met with such a harsh "If you put innocents at risk than no, we do things the right way, not the fast way, got it?" like… I still have his "I wasn't- yes, Commander." echoing in my head, like that's not what I meant by "maybe." Garrus has a point, sometimes rules get in the way of being able to do the right thing, and as long as we're on the same page about that and respect that there's a reason there are rules in the first place, we're golden.

(Jenna Quest) Chellick getting mad at Shepard and going "with all due respect Shepard what the hell were you thinking?" is 100% appropriate, I was also just head in my hands seeing there were no discreet options for Shepard to address Jenna with. "You could've blown Jenna's cover!" - Me and Chellik shaking Shepard by the shoulders. Garrus you were right with me, why didn't you say something? You should know better!

(Getting flashbacks to the friendzone quickly dragging me into the romance zone like quicksand Kaidan I like you but not like that stop game I chose "Yeah I do talk with everyone like this" don't still make it seem like I'm flirting with the man by adding "I don't always enjoy it with everyone" bro!!!)

Feros:

… Everyone is acting incredibly suspicious around this camp. Me asking for a little bit of information about the colony only to constantly be redirected to speak with the leader about it in either a firm or nervous way… Fai Dan and Arcelia when I say the colonists are acting strange I'm not talking about the obvious PTSD of civilians thrust into a warzone, I'm talking about how no one is willing to look me in the eye and talk to me about the colony they're all a part of, as if they're not allowed to, as if they might let something slip that they shouldn't.

(I completely forgot about the details of the Thorian plot. Thanks brain, for once your terrible memory gave me a benefit, allowing me to relive something cool again.)

Misc. Quests again:

The last two worlds I went on (Amaranthine and the moon Presrop) were both absolutely gorgeous??? I was only there for a short sidequest???

(Finished all the side quests I could find on my own (including Tali + Wrex + Garrus's personal quests) and returning to the Citadel to find the last Keeper needing to be scan/tell Garoth his brother is dead) Ok I've got a lot of equipment and a lot of money. Can I please have some decent armor for Garrus finally so that he stops dying on me? (Morlan's Famous Shop) Huh. Mercenary armor for turians? I wonder what red looks like on Garrus. (buys it, equips it) Holy shit that looks cool!!

I'm very sorry for your loss, Garoth, I wish I could've been the bearer of good ne- I KNEW you were in the Citadel Tower! (Scanned the last keeper. Happy victory music.)

Noveria:

Garrus: Commander, we should bring Liara with us. If anyone would know about her mother, it'd be her. Me: Story-wise, yes, it'd make more sense to bring Liara. But then I'd have to leave either you or Wrex on the ship =( (I'm planning on actually doing a run with my biotic pure paragon m!shephard with Liara and Tali as my designated squad mates later)

"Lorik you are so very fun to talk with :)" Him trying to use a human expression that just doesn't sound right, either because it's one I haven't heard or is just too far off from what he's trying to allude to, "fly in the lotion." Asking me to "try not to get blood on the carpet," commenting about how "humans are so full of questions, I should write a book about it while I've got the time," and ""Let me go?" Do humans view conversation as a form of imprisonment? Maybe that's why so few are willing to stop and sit down…" he's neat I like 'im.

Omfg Anoleis is such a fucking asshole. Salarian bias does still make it very funny to listen to him, rather than upsetting. His fast "Yes, what? What?" as he's being interrupted from whatever business he was doing by his secretary. Him jumping to the conclusion that because I'm a spacer I'm a tax dodger like holy hell dude. Say you're a massive hater without saying you're a hater my god.

After getting ambushed by Geth in the Garage: "Shepard, what did you do?!" ???? "Defended myself?" I love how offended Shepard gets in response we're on the same page like what do you mean, "What did I do???" You think I wanted to be killed by Geth?

Maybe unpopular opinion here but I think it is absolute bullshit that Benevia has to die no matter what. You bring Liara with you? Cool, does nothing. She'll still die, it'll just maybe end up a little more emotional. I don't think enough had happened to really justify her being beyond salvation.

Geth Incursion Side Mission:

Here's the great thing about Wrex: I can be extremely weary and tired and done with the endless waves of enemies, wanting it all to be over already, and then suddenly he'll pipe up with a deep, gravelly, EARNEST laugh and make some comment about how much he's enjoying himself, how much he's going to miss this once the fighting is over, and I'll let the weariness wash off my back and give him a tired smile. Alright. I can handle one more fight.

Virmire:

… (takes deep breath after killing the indoctrinated private Menos Avot that had been pleading to be set free) … He was doomed either way. If I didn't let him out, he'd die in the explosion. It's better to try and save him and be forced to defend myself than to ensure he'd die. It'll be ok.

… I really, really do want to save Kaidan, but that's just… how this goes logically in my head. Ashley feels like she should go with the Salarians, and… and that's a lot more lives that need saving. But god does it suck. How accepting he is of the end. Watching him continuing to struggle against the oncoming Geth, wounded, pressed right up against the bomb that's going to nuke everything around him, watching as the Normandy flies away. And Shepard watching, seeing the explosion for herself. A life she and I chose to die. And the music afterword... it still makes me feel very melancholic and depressed jeez… (the pure!paragon m!shepard will have Kaidan live. I need one playthrough at least that has him survive, even if this path is the one that makes the most sense to me)

Endgame Time Let's Go Woot!

Got myself ungrounded from the Citadel, and I'm endeared by Garrus's little anxious "I can't believe we stole the Normandy…!" Because y'know what, yeah, after I've been playing a very by the book character that he was just a couple missions ago coming around to the idea of and realizing, 'yeah, I am hot headed, and just because it's not the fastest doesn't mean I shouldn't be playing by the rules, I'll get back on C-Sec and become a Spectre,' he has every right to then be asking "After everything you told me… it seems a bit extreme, doesn't it…?" Gosh he wants to be a badass rebel but he is in reality a gosh darn nerd. (said very lovingly)

!!!! AHHHH GET AWAY FROM ME GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! (The reanimated Saren corpse crawling at me on all fours had a. slightly more viscerally horrified reaction than I thought would happen as soon as the game cut from the cinematic back to gameplay.)

Final Thoughts:

I honestly think this game holds up really well for how old it is. There was an annoying glitch on Noveria that made itself known again on Ilos, blocking out interactable objects and moving characters with literal black blocks, but that was an easy fix and didn't effect the actual gameplay too badly.

The art is phenomenal, the combination of artistic choices and lighting and sound design and music scratches that very good itch of what I enjoy about sci-fi. Really great characters, great set up and pay-off in the story, great ending, just a fun time all around.

[strawberrykidneystone]

Peeling the Pomegranate

cassandra shepard is restored once again after the destroying the reapers, but she has no memories of anything that happened to her besides anderson telling her that they needed to talk about something. good thing shenhas most of her former crewmates at her side to help.

chapter 1: once more from the top

[terry-the-insane]

My favorite g/t trope is when T is scared of falling off high places even though being really small means your terminal velocity (maximum speed at which you can fall) is greatly decreased and T could probably fall off the roof of a 5 story building and only get scratched.

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

Gnawing on my controller over the Destroy ending wrecking the relays but for some reason mysteriously it doesnt blow up the entire galaxy. Like. We did establish that damaging the realays caused solar system destroying explosions that is a thing we did.

Anyway I guess this is the type of stuff u get when u DONT TREAT YOUR STAFF RIGHT BIOWARE its fine im cool im chill.

[ndostairlyrium]

10 characters 10 fandoms ✨

Whaaat she's alive? And she's doing a... tag game?? What's going on??

Thanks dear @greypetrel and @buridanshorse for tagging me ;u;

I'm tagging (no pressure darlings <3): @underneathestars @melisusthewee @dungeons-and-dragon-age / @layalu @daggerbean @transprincecaspian @herearedragons

1 - Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age)

2 - Vetra Nyx (Mass Effect Andromeda)

3 - Boromir (The Lord of the Rings, movies and book)

4 - Jesse Custer (Preacher, show and comics)

5 - [equally] Ahsoka Tano, Asajj Ventress (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

6 - Laura Roslin (Battlestar Galactica)

7 - King Richard (Galavant)

8 - Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride)

9 - Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do In The Shadows, the series)

10 - Sara Connor (Terminator saga)

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I'm not surprised that there is no middle ground between "women who could incinerate you with a single look" and "unredeemable cretins with wet cat in their bio"

[timptoe]

As the Revel Meets the Day

And this is the second piece, which I wrote in less than a week. Four times someone sees Shepard in pain, and one time Shepard finally, finally has peace.

Because sometimes, even during the longest night of the longest year, you get a glimpse of the light returning.

Read it on Ao3.

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let me die, let me drown lay my bones in the ground I will still come around  when the time for sleep is through

over hill, over dale through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail I am coming home to you  - The Oh Hellos, “Thus Always to Tyrants”

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pain

awful, excruciating pain

why

why can I feel pain

I shouldn’t be here

I should be done

I made the choice

a choice between three, but not a choice 

not really

only one option, pull the gun, fire at the weak point blow the whole thing to hell blow all of them to hell for us for them for him

Kaidan

I’m here

Kaidan

—-

He grunts as the bulkhead in front of them collapses forward. “That was too easy,” he mutters into his comm.

“Commander Bailey, what is that?” comes the low, terrified voice of the kid on his flank. Not a soldier, not even an adult, just a teenager he’d found huddled in a corner of the Presidium when the Reapers invaded. One of the few survivors he’d managed to hide in a burned-out storefront while the Reapers transported the whole goddamn Citadel to Earth. 

Earth. He can see it up there, in the cracks—the chasms—in the ceiling above his head. The automatic mass effect fields  are holding the air in for now, but he’s got no idea how long that’s gonna be for, not since that wave of red energy burst through the Citadel and fried anything with an on switch, from the internal communications array to his gun’s targeting computer to the fucking keepers. 

But not everything electrical. Not the mass effect fields automatically keeping gravity constant and the atmosphere stable. Not the helmets he and the kid are wearing on the off chance the atmosphere becomes unstable. And not the display screens all around the station, every one of which had started displaying the same message in the instant before the red wave swept through.

FIND HIM. And a set of coordinates.

“That,” Bailey says, answering the kid’s question, “is what we’re looking for. I think.”

It’s a pile of rubble, but it’s not. He’s no expert, but even with just a glance he can see that the tech half-buried amongst the twisted metal and sheared polymers is far, far beyond anything he’s ever seen on the Citadel or in any Alliance installation. He can’t even begin to guess what some of those pieces do, or even what material they’re made of. And really, he doesn’t care.

FIND HIM.

Somebody needs to be found.

“Alright folks,” he calls into his comm, gesturing to the gathered team behind him, “just like the last two times.”

Getting to this part of the Citadel was no mean feat. Along the way, they’d encountered more than a dozen other survivors who’d somehow survived the Reaper invasion, some of them drawn this direction by the message on the screens, others needing to rescued from rubble just like this.

Well. Not just like this.

But rubble’s rubble, and the team seems just as determined as Bailey to figure out what that final, unblinking message means. So they go to work.

It’s hours of digging. Hours of moving massive pieces of who-the-hell-knows-what. Hours of breaks, working in shifts, wondering out loud what that red wave was, why all the Reaper troops they encountered on the way were dead, why the Reaper ships they can just barely see through the chasms in the ceiling seem to be just floating derelicts, who it is that’s waiting under the rubble. Hours.

Until the moment comes.

“Commander, I think I found something!” the kid yells into his comm. Immediately, Bailey’s on his feet and running, lead in the pit of his stomach. He stops where the kid’s crouched, struggling to pull part of a bulkhead up.

Up and off of a pair of N7 greaves.

Bailey’s heart stops for the barest of moments. Holy shit. Then he bellows, “Over here!”

In seconds, dozens of hands have joined his and the kid’s, clutching at the bulkhead, lifting it carefully, revealing more of the buried figure. Precious seconds tick by as more of the rubble is cleared, more of the body is revealed, legs crushed but held together by state-of-the-art armor, chestplate all but melted away, bits of metal fused to the skin underneath but moving—somehow moving—with labored breath. The unmistakable red stripe on the right pauldron. The face, bruised and bloodied almost beyond recognition. Except for the single, piercing blue eye that locks onto Bailey.

“How…” Bailey says breathlessly.

“Who is it, Commander?” the kid asks.

Bailey kneels down next to the figure, gently takes his broken hand, feels the fingers weakly grip his. Something stirs within him, an emotion he doesn’t dare name, something he hasn’t felt since the Reapers took Earth. 

Maybe it’s gonna be alright.

He squeezes back and whispers, “It’s Shepard.”

Read the rest on Ao3.

[lonesurvivorao3]

Pandoras Box Ch22

”I just wanted it to stop… For it all to be over…”

”Anderson was supposed to find me after…”

“Take my corpse… Download them…”

“My final act.. Bringing life back, life that wasn’t a burden on stretched resources…”

“My death was supposed to mean something…”

“But I didn’t die… And someone else found me first.”

[biotic-boshtet]

happy n7 day!

Savior of The Galaxy (x3) beach trip?

[internalloops]

DA:TV rant … if you are of the mind that BioWare can do no wrong /its games can be criticize or if you truly enjoying the game and are loving everything that you’ve seen so far this post is not for you. Please move along and if you don’t want me showing up on your feed please block me.  I will not be engaging with any fan that will not allow me to take up space and vent my feelings on the disaster that is this fucking game.

*Also a lot of spoilers!!

.. it’s horrible, like I knew I was going to be disappointed but holy fucking shit …

I’m about to finish act one and .. they destroyed their entire lore … BioWare destroyed their ENTIRE lore /world build of Dragon Age

Minrathous has NO SLAVES !!! They are briefly talked about via shadow dragons but they’re are none visible at all in the city ( but they have the animation to give a poor person “fake money” )

The qunari who literally fought and tried to kill solas in trespasser have been turned into mindless brutes who willingly joined the evil gods … because they command dragons ?

The blight except for one mission is harmless. They purposely turned it into a bio weapon and then (besides the dark spawn spawning from it like something out of an MMO) due to *plot armor, no one actually contracts the blight ???

The black chantry minus one building that you go through in a side quest doesn’t exist? No chantry members , no talk of the black divine ..

Dalish are all engineers now and part of the veil jumpers ( which should not exist lore wise) and all elven magic has been converted into cyberpunk technology and artifacts. Very little talk about their oppression and they are all very willing to drop all their history , even their distrust of solas , to flight the old gods .

Varric Has been demoted to inspirational speaker and narrator he has no other role and the entire team acts like he died , even when he’s in the room with him ( I think BioWare actually planned to kill him but then chickened out ) and is a husk of his former self

Same with Morgan , you can’t interact with her at all and she’s given the same mysterious background as flemeth ( the theory that she carries mythal spirit is very strong right now )

Lyrim potions don’t exist, in fact lyrim doesn’t exist at all besides the dagger. All magic has turned into technology, and if you play as a mage mana just has an automatic replenish rate /cool down effect that you can level up.

Evil gods go back and forth between an actual intense adversary and threat to the world, and a typical Disney villain.

These are just the few I can think of off the top of my head, there is so much more than this …

The game can literally be summed up as Mass effect andromeda x2 with God of war animations and marvel style writing ( not the avengers I’m talking about the recent shit)

Also for the people who want to kill solas or simply dislike him, the game pushes a sympathetic view of him on you ,even your companions who outrightly want to kill him will feel sorry for him. And I’m saying this as a solavellan fan. Yes they’re options to be mean to him and antagonize him, but you won’t get anyone agreeing with your actions ,at best they’ll be neutral about it. Now this might play out differently for those who picked the “chooses to stop him “ option , but for those who’s inquisitions wanted to save him but they wanted their rooks to hate him … you’re not gonna be happy about what you get ..

The only thing that keeping me playing is the reveal of history of ancient elves and Titans and solas’s story. And Assan!! Assan can do no wrong !! Everything else is a slog to get through.

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Dessert Plans

by @teamdilf ※ Ao3: Missjlh

Mass Effect ※ Garrus Vakarian/Original Female Turian Character ※ (1,872 words) ※ Teen

Summary:

After meeting at a bar on the Silversun Strip, Garrus and Mena exchange letters through the end of the Reaper War.

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[maxknightley]

on the one hand I do understand where people are coming from when they respond to The White American Desire For Authentic Culture by going "you already have a culture" and pointing out that this desire often has reactionary undertones

that being said, I think it's largely sidestepping the actual issue, which is that American culture fucking blows chunks. American culture is strip malls and military worship and the elevation of mass-market pablum to Bold Artistic Statements.

and subculture is only partially an escape from this, because most subcultures exist within the same constraints of American culture as a whole; they are captured and redefined by capital on such a frequent basis that it often feels impossible to hold onto them in any meaningful way.

moreover, even the parts of American culture that aren't complete garbage are more or less inextricable from the colonial, imperialist, and racially-stratified history of the country. like, I think of that post that went around a while ago talking about "America sucks but has some good parts," and one of the things it listed was national parks, and people (rightfully!) pointed out that the national park system is fundamentally flawed and tends to shit on indigenous nations by design.

the only thing I can think of that's even sort of an exception is pop culture - jazz and rock music, superhero comics, Hollywood. and all of those are, again, captured and defined by capital, and in one way or another have historically been built on screwing over the artist.

so we come to a position, one way or another, where a lot of people say something like: "I'm alienated. I'm surrounded by traditions and institutions I think are shit; I have no way to meaningfully undermine them, and I can't escape them without effectively destroying my life. the culture I was born into is a gravestone on top of another gravestone, lifeless and miserable, and people are constantly shouting that I should be grateful because it's The Greatest Country In The World."

at that point, one seeks an escape, and I think there are three major routes here.

one is to become a weird lib obsessed with the Real Soul Of America. America is really about the good parts, not the bad parts which outnumber them and which they are built upon.

another is to fixate on the Exotic, for lack of a better word. cultures which you do not have an obvious "connection" to, but which fascinate you or appeal to you. obviously this can be pretty fucking fraught, though I would argue that taking an interest in other cultures is a good thing if you aren't shitty about it. (That's its own conversation.)

the third is to fixate on the culture(s) you feel you "ought to have" had, that which was sacrificed on the altar of whiteness by grandparents or great-grandparents who, frankly, had different concerns. to look at a culture that may still be defined in many ways by cruelty and stratification - the way I would argue most human civilization has been - but that seems to have had something else going on, at least. a culture that may not have been recognizable 500 years ago, but at least it existed.

again, none of these impulses is beyond criticism, and I think it would be naive to say that the last one can't have reactionary undertones. I also doubt these impulses are unique to the USA! alienation is extremely common in today's world, and it's not as though the USA is the only settler state in existence.

what I am saying is more that I think the conditions that lead to these fixations are worth paying attention to, and that dismissing them with "you already have a culture" kind of misses the point in favor of getting in a zinger. people wouldn't want a different culture if they were happy with the one they had. like so many other things, people want one that Doesn't Completely Suck. failing that, they'd probably like to not be defined by any culture at all - but that, tragically, is just as impossible.