Summary: Ezner Shepard is always ready for a fight. Is she ready to meet her match?
Shepard stretched from her seat. The alcohol had numbed some of her senses. She hadn’t stopped drinking even when she was talking to Elionel, who hadn’t stopped chastising her for it.
“You have to stop drinking.”
“Not ‘till I’m dead.”
“At the rate you're going, you may as well be.”
Shepard shrugged, despite Elionel’s nagging she did appreciate the woman’s honesty and care. She needed to tell her that and was about to when she noticed a group walk in. Honestly, Shepard wouldn’t have cared if anyone had entered especially with how loose the security was but the krogan she had seen back in the docks had strolled up with his entourage. Though this time he wasn’t wearing his armor and wore a more casual attire, same with his followers. She wouldn’t have been able to differentiate him from the rest if it hadn’t been for the loud humming blasting through her head which made her tense up. Despite the loud music, the fact she could pinpoint the biotics in the room was due to her training. Aside from the Krogan she also felt a low yet strong and steady hum of biotics somewhere in the crowd of people. “Passable enough as a threat. It's gonna be a fun night,” Shepard mused. Despite how on edge she felt, the alcohol in her system helped put her at ease. She continued her conversation with Elionel while using the beer bottle’s reflection to track the movement of the krogan.
“How’s your new girlfriend?”
“You know about that?”
“Yeah. I do check up on you, you know.”
“Ew, creep,” Elionel humorously replied. The wrinkle in her brow vanished and a wide smile crept on her face, “well… I don’t know how much you know but she’s an asari. Is into sports. Actually is right no-”
Shepard tuned her out. She watched the krogan bark at a group of civilians sitting at one of the tables near the counter. The salarian, who was seated, cowered in fear and did as he was told. So did his companions and they all fled from their seats. The krogan took over their chair with his companions. He heartily laughed, Shepard tightened her grip even more on her bottle. Cracks started to form.
“You alright, Sheppie?”
“Huh,” Shepard blinked out of her haze. She realized she had failed to keep up the facade of listening.
“You zoned out there. Is anything wrong? Don’t tell me your blacking out,” Elionel’s voice squeaked as worry and panic filled her tone.
Shepard shook her head, “no, just-” She was cut off. A shriek came from behind her. She turned around, and what she saw made her blood start to boil.
Alright losing my mind! Im back to Whiskey Four posting and if anyone wants to talk to me about this game please feel free! Im on my knees begging to chat anyones ear off and to showcase some art I plan on posting soon!
A bit of a shitpost art of my Whiskey with my friends Whiskey
Left (My Whiskey, Penelope) and right (My friends Whiskey, Julia)
Love the theme in Whiskey-Four of ‘knowledge kills, but not knowing will wreck you just as hard’
U. THINKS they know why Whiskey shot them, but they're wrong. They think it’s about loyalty, about Whiskey choosing the AIU over them, and that assumption does arguably more damage than the bullet, and turns into a full blown obsession.
(whereas in reality what happened is that they came at Whiskey with a gun and zero context, and Whiskey – who is 93 combat PTSD diagnoses in a trenchcoat – shot first)
Whiskey, on the other hand, has NO IDEA why any of it happened. They don’t know why U. went after Uvarov, they don’t know why U. didn’t tell them, they don’t know why U. didn’t trust them, and depending on how much reflex was involved, they may not even truly know why they fired. They can't process what happened because nothing that happened makes any sense, to potentially include their own actions. All they can do is try to bury it before it eats them alive.
How it feels to run away from Uly while romancing them
Whiskey Four by John Louis
Rant under cut
This took a long fucking time to make idk why I spent two days straight drawing and redrawing a joke artwork
You'd think it was the background that was difficult but NO it was fucking Uly. First i was like "Oh no I put him too far he needs to be closer because his expression is an important part of the piece".
So I put him closer then I had trouble getting his pose right and made him stand still instead
Then after coloring everything I realized as I was going to bed that his proportions were weird so I redid it the next day
Then after coloring and shading him I realized he was too small. He looked like a child chasing his dad.
Then when I fixed his size, I realized that his head was too small so I resized it.
Then I realized he looked dead inside and changed his expression.
If there is one good thing to come out of this, it's that I learned how useful it is to change the layer mode and the value of the select tool.
If you're wondering why my screenshots look like that, it's because I use my phone to outline and color.
How long have I felt this way? Sign of the times
Shadows sway to light up my life
Trace the answers, tears have never made me
Change from violent delights
-Rotoscope by Spiritbox