just a couple of space dorks sassing it up human-style
WHATEVER REAPERS WE’LL KICK YOUR ASS ANY DAY ‘CAUSE WE HAVE N7 HOODIES AND YOU DON’T
and also sniper rifles
[Miss on purpose]
Shepard almost turned around when the first thing she heard as the battery door opened was the annoyed muttering of the resident turian. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself onward. Garrus was standing at the workbench, moving things around with entirely more force than necessary. Stomach twisting, she cleared her throat.
“You okay?” she asked. “Uh. Need to talk?”
He visibly gathered whatever was bothering him, wrapped it up, and shoved it away, like a kid hiding all their dirty clothes and broken toys under the bed. By the time he turned to face her, he was calm again, leaning so casually against the workbench she almost started to doubt she’d heard the muttering and banging at all.
“Nice try,” she said.
“Plenty of time.”
Garrus sighed, a little of the swagger draining away. He rolled his neck. “I know it’s not my place, but I thought I asked nicely.”
counting stars // a Shakarian fanmix
"If I’m walking into hell, I want someone I trust at my side."
Because there’s no Shepard without Vakarian.
01. Violet - Birds Of Tokyo | 02. Counting Stars - OneRepublic | 03. Diamond Eyes - Deftones | 04. We Are Not Alone Here - of Verona | 05. Bulletproof Heart - My Chemical Romance | 06. Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine | 07. Heart of the Universe - All Mankind | 08. We Don’t Have to Look Back Now - Puddle of Mudd | 09. Between Sheets - Imogen Heap | 10. To Die For - Tonight Alive | 11. Transmission - The Getaway Plan | 12. Soil, Silt and Clay - The Lonely Forest | 13. The Planets Bend Between Us - Snow Patrol
Summary: The hunt is beginning, and hope is kindled.
Note: This features my Shepard and Garrus from Ghost, but takes place post-ME1, so there are no spoilers for that fic here.
For armalis, who prompted “Eliza Shepard” and “Hope”, and has probably gotten more than she bargained for.
After a week in Huerta Memorial, surrounded by every doctor and nurse who wanted the chance to claim they’d helped the Savior of the Citadel, Shepard was all too happy to be released, ready to sprint out of her room before the doctor had finished giving her the all-clear. Of course, her freedom was a limited one: she moved from a hospital room to a hotel room, and instead of over-protective medical professionals, she had to face over-eager journalists. Other than the equipment, she didn’t see much of a difference between the two. They were each far too interested in internal matters.
And the well-wishers. Oh, the well-wishers.
I never thought I’d miss Conrad, she thought, peering out her window. From her vantage point on the seventh floor, she could see the crowd swirling around the entrance like eddies in a creek. Goddamn, it’s one in the morning and they’re still down there? Get some sleep, it’ll be better for you.
Shakarian because of reasons! I coloured it pretty quickly so it’s not detailed but I wanted to finish it!
Not Cosplay related, but I made a Mass Effect wallpaper for my design study group at school and I thought I would share. :)
my Shepard is a huge sap, don’t even get me started