001. LAZARUS

PRIVATE, SELECTIVE, COMMANDER ABELA SHEPARD. ADORED BY ALICE

[tattookillr-blog]

KISS,     BANG !             private, selective, ariadne pixnit from the dc comics.    @tattookillr

[flamendi-blog]

ANOTHER         HEAD        HANGS        LOWLY ,            child        is         slowly         taken.                   the         violence        caused        such        SILENCE ,        who       are        we          mistaken ?            //      @flamendi        pri.    sel.    canon divergent     commander shepard.

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❛       i’ll        be        BURIED        here        with        you.           ❜           //      remains     lyric sc.     @cognosci

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cognosci:

indie private & highly selective DR. LIARA T’SONI. nonbinary / headcanon based. 

loved by HONEY.

[atarial]

been chipping away at this drawing inbetween other stuff for months now, deciding to call it done now

i love these two ^.^

(also wtf are turian bodies)

EDIT: background was bugging me, slightly changed

[flamendi-blog]

Not only do you have to consider the PTSD shepard suffers from their childhood, literally dying, and having an ancient beacon rewire their brain, but soldier’s PTSD as well.     Which they cover very well in the third game, if that’s how you choose to interpret the visions of the child she can never save.   Shepard’s not o k 

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❛       your         voice         is         a         WEAPON         &         we’ll         do        with           it          what           we          can.           ❜           //      weapon.     lyric sc.     @starcharted

[firelorcl]

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

[kamiusings]

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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[lyricallyaesthetic]

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shepard only feels comfortable with war and probably couldn’t have  a normal life even if she tried

[incorrectshakespeare]

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V  (via sumiremiu)

[flamendi-blog]

Not only do you have to consider the PTSD shepard suffers from their childhood, literally dying, and having an ancient beacon rewire their brain, but soldier’s PTSD as well.     Which they cover very well in the third game, if that’s how you choose to interpret the visions of the child she can never save.   Shepard’s not o k 

[flamendi-blog]

jjedi:

                             the weight of the commander’s sentiments sit , a crown of thorns nestled prettily atop her head . rey sighs , its made sharp through her teeth , but her words thereafter come out sad, tangled by an in-eloquent tongue,  “  i’m afraid i’m under-qualified,” lowly, nearly metallic by the nature of the cargo-hold that encases them , “ i’m no one , i can’t be a source of hope. that’s yours . you’re our hope .”

SHE ,          LAZARUS.          with        once        holy        tongue        made        WRETCHED        by        death.            ❛        do        you        think        any        of        us         are       QUALIFIED        to        save        the        galaxy ?         you        can’t        train        for        something        like        that.        you        can’t        prepare.             but        that        doesn’t        change        anything ,        you        can’t       control       peoples’      FAITH       in         you.         it’s        not        that        easy.        ❜

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arcengel:

              “What?   You think just  because I take things seriously I can’t loosen up?   Turians aren’t always hard-asses you know,”   had it been someone else he might’ve been annoyed with the jabs,   being more than familiar with what people thought of his dedication to the Normandy’s weapons,   but he could never stay mad at Shepard.   Even if things had never been quite the same after the Collectors showed up,   he was by Shepard’s side,   no matter where that took him.   “But only one drink,   got it?   If I wake up with a hangover I’m never drinking with you again.”

❛       AWWWW ,            no        promises.        ❜            dexterous        digits        rake        through        a        mass        of        hazel        locks ,        playful        still ,          shepard        maintains       a        veneer        of       amusement.        her        tone        is        harsh ,        it        COMMANDS       attention.          but       no        where       is        it        softer        than        with        garrus.            ❛       fine.        you        have       my       word.        if        you       wake       up       with       a        hangover ,        you        never        have        to       drink        with       me       again.        ❜             a        soft ,        weaving       breath         expelled        from        ‘twixt        her        lips.             she        turns        a        corner ,       rushing         through        halls        toward        the        bar.            ❛        you        headed        right        back        to       the       battery        after ?           how        long        can        i        expect       your        COMPANY ?        ❜            in        truth ,         she        needs        it.             company       is       the       only       thing       sufficient        to        allay       TOXIC        thoughts.

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arcengel:

              “Shepard…”   Garrus turns around to face his commanding officer,   more than a hint of hesitation in his voice.   “You know I’d love to,   but you know…   With all this…”   He turns once again to face the expanse of the main battery,   then stops abruptly and seems to consider all his options.   “Well,   sure.   I guess I can spare the time.   I mean we could all die tomorrow,   and I’d hate to go without one last drink.”

❛        ALWAYS         SO         OPTIMISTIC.        ❜            mocking        laughter        swells        in         her        throat         &        a        smile        comes        to        scarred        lips.        those        which        draw        in        a         quick        breath.            ❛        i’m        sure        the        battery        will        be        fine        for        one        night.         enjoy        yourself        for        once.        ❜            the        commander        pivots        on       her        heel        &        gestures        for        him        to        follow.            ❛        you        know        what         the         word        RELAX       means ,         don’t        you ,         garrus ?        ❜