#zero shepard

[bearlytolerant]

Happy Valentine’s Day

[catsharky]

And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words

Comic Masterpost

Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world

[zathura-art]

Jack and the Cerberus cheerleader.

[angstyastro]

13 tickets for Barbie pls

Late for pride month but have my gay war criminals

The lighting is based on pride flags for each chara!

[facewithoutheart]

@rainbowrowell Hi ❤️ if you’re in the mood to indulge a big fan, I need some Omaha lore on this Tuesday: what kind of truck do you think Shep drives? I really wanna know your TruckThoughts.

[quackkryak]

i got bored lol

the original pic

[valka-arialitan]

Jack's armor.

Crappy doodles with no references but I needed to get this out of my head.

[scatmaan]

they basically adopted each other

[strawberrykidneystone]

shitposts of the week

[sweatandwoe]

Love Garrus' negative traits

Love that he embodies everything negative we usually associate positively with renegade Shepard. Love how it doesn't fit him, how it fails him each time he tries. Love that he tries to blind himself into a world where there's only good or bad people (like a cop). Love that he decides Omega, the greyest of grey places, is a place full of bad people. "All I have to do is point my gun and shoot" but not for the people he's trying to save, the peope who call him "Archangel". Who were they again? Does he even recognize them when he's aiming for criminals on the station?

Love that Garrus is forced to confront seeing the world this way in a paragon route, that he's forced to see grey, address the grey. Realizing that everyone has something, a cause, a reason and that his brand of justice may not be just.

Love that Garrus hates the rules that surround him but he is in fact the reason C-Sec has so much red tape, to try and stop injustice among their forces. That Turians aren't meant to question but he does so much but about the wrong things; he's too blind by hate to understand what he's doing. Garrus wants to take care of people and protect people like a good turian however he thinks the best way to help is killing the "bad people". He believes in eye for an eye but hasn't heard the full quote, doesn't know "An eye for an eye will make the world blind". Mercy for one person he despised, who he hated, causes him to rethink his whole character and his previous actions.

I just love this level of tragedy and self-evaluation to a dorky, alien sniper

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Rating: M

Pairing: f!Spacefarer x Sam Coe

Word Count: 777

bright and new

“You’re coming with me to that gala.”

She says it so matter of fact. Her voice is muffled behind the bathroom door in the captain’s cabin.

“Why me?”

“You’re Sam Coe. Your name is well known. You make the most sense.”

What does he expect her to say? Something along the lines of, you’re my favorite Sam. Or I’m in love with you Sam. Maybe not that. He’s not ready for words like that but what’s his imagination for if not fantastical thinking?

He’s perched on the couch, stuck reading and rereading the last paragraphs in A Tale of Two Cities. Eventually, he gives into his preoccupations and sets the book down. “Walter makes more sense if you ask me.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask you.”

She reappears from the bathroom and he’s never seen her like this. Well, he hasn’t seen her in a lot of formats, really. She’s usually grimed up (and she grimes up good) or in a bulky spacesuit. But this black bodycon dress with one slit up the side accents all the places that are soft. All her curves. Curves that would be accentuated wearing his hands as an accessory.

She adjusts her purple dangle earrings. “You’re staring. You okay, Sam?”

He clears his throat and lets out a small little laugh. “Just, I—well, uh.” He breathes deep. “This sounds stupid but,” he pauses and smiles, “you leave me speechless.”

“That was a whole hell of a lot of words for a speechless man.” She beckons him over. “Help me with this?”

It’s maybe two steps before he’s got the necklace in hand, fumbling with the clasp on her neck. The exposed skin is a distraction. Not to mention she smells real nice too, something light and floral.

“A thank you would have sufficed,” he blurts.

And he’s very proud of the way his voice doesn’t crack as his eyes keep roaming where they shouldn’t.

The dress is cut low—and he means very low. It would be so easy to bend her over the desk she’s already bumped up against. Shove that half of her dress aside and—

The necklace slips and he’s on hands and knees. The rim of his hat catches on her ass and tumbles to the floor too. Trying his best to recover, he smoothly snatches up both, replacing his hat and chuckling.

“Whoa, slippery little thing,” he says.

She’s got a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. He tries again with the necklace. The angle he holds himself at does not help his case when it comes to getting the damn thing on though. He’s lucky it remains in one piece, somehow. Finally, after a few long and awkward minutes, the delicate and simple chain drapes around her neck.

“There,” he says while thinking about stepping away from her.

But he just wants to linger a moment. Aka, calm himself down before she sees, very obviously, where his mind has been. She spins to face him and he’s caught in her gaze. Thankfully, there’s at least an inch between her and him or his carefully timed breathing would have been all for naught.

“Walter already has a date, by the way. I don’t know if you remember her? Gorgeous gal, goes by the name of—“

“His wife.”

“What? That’s very sexist of you Samothy Coe. Her name is Issa Eklund.”

“Uh, not fair. I was answering the first part of your question. You know, the one about remembering.” He tilts his head a little and pulls at his collar. Then lets his hand fall naturally to his side, flexing his fingers a little to gain some sense of inner composure. “And that’s definitely not my full name.”

“Hmm, I’ll keep guessing then.”

She’s reaching up and just barely brushes his face, thumbing something away. He stills under her touch. Forgets to breathe.

“There was a little piece of oatmeal in your beard. It was distracting me. Gone now.” She smiles. “I’ve got an appointment at Enhance to do my hair and makeup and I've got a suit for you ready to be picked up at the lodge when you feel like. I’ll meet you there at five and we’ll make our way to the gala.”

“I don’t have any say in this at all?”

“Of course you do. Do you object to any of my instructions? Or have a request?”

He shifts from one foot to the other, stuffing a hand in his pocket. “Well, no but—“

She kisses his cheek then, leaving him truly speechless. “I’ll see you at five, Sam.”

Gaping after her, he remembers to breathe when the door hisses closed.

[lycheecatee]

So…I finished Mass Effect

Would it surprise you these are the only clips I have of my playthrough?

[reallyquitestrange]

Still a work in progress but i get overly excited.

Fem shep, Kaidan, Jack and James all take a beach day post ME3.

Incase the watermark makes it hard to read:

Shep talking to Jack: Remember when you swore off ever having kids?

Jack: yeah..?

Shep: Did you tell James?

Jack: mmh? *finally looking up to see her Partner has stolen a child and is trying to get said kid past Major Alenko*

Kaidan: Put the kid down, Vega!

James: NO! You're Indoctrinated by the Reapers, Major!

*the child shrieking in joy*

Jack: JAMES! AGAIN?

Shep: Again?! What do you mean 'AGAIN'?

James from a distance: We're PLAYING!

Jack: You're scaring parents! Put it back where you found it! Where does he keep getting them from?

[missmrah]

This fabulous request is for @lkn3520 ❤️ There's something I love so much about badass characters dropping their guard to be soft with another person, and I love getting to draw that moment. Thank you so much, I had a lot of fun on this one 🥰