#esmea

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I need to finish the dress but some good practice today.

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Citadel lights always look so pretty.

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Wip because these two made me sad again and stole my motivation....

Base used by mellon_soup

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Artist/Writer vs OC

Thank you so much for the tags @nowandthane and @xoshepard😊 I have no idea who to tag so ummm, no pressure to anyone lol and sorry if you've been tagged before. @dispatchwithlove @westernlarch @nerdierholler @omniblades-and-stars Link to the picrew

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7 snippets 7 people

I was tagged by the absolutely amazing @omniblades-and-stars Now, I'm not sure I have 7 snippets, or even 7 people to tag 😅Its been a rough year so far so I haven't had much motivation in writing but I will do my best. Completly stress free tags. (I'm mostly just showing love lmao. I know not everyone draws or writes) @nowandthane ❤ (Esmea teaser) @milkywayes @lag-train @zenstrike @lilmissnatcat24

Queen of Chaos (Esmea) "you know, as much as I... Huh... Loved watching you... Ugh... Fall and make a fool of yourself, you could have at least waited till we weren't about to die." Esmea had known turians were heavy, but she hadn't expected to learn firsthand just how hard it was to lift one. "God, I need to start going to the gym." Her small 125-pound frame was no match to even get the dazed alien sitting upright, let alone somehow manage to drag him over to her car. She quietly panted for breath, looking up at the building behind them. Garrus had barely made it 20 feet before passing out, idiot probably had a concussion. I have no idea what this is The wards were dark tonight, dark and quiet, with most of the level already settled in for the night. One of the perks of Garrus' apartment complex, it was almost always still, a rare sight on the Citadel. Garrus had insisted they all just stay put for the night, no use leaving when it's this late and they're all tired. Chellick sat at the end of the couch, squished up next to the arm rest, trying to make as much room for Esmea as possible in the tiny apartment. But it was a losing battle especially when Esmea sat with her legs folded underneath her. Resting her head in one hand and her arm on the back of the couch she shifted her weight towards Garrus who sat at the other end. It was a tight fit but after the month they all had no one seemed to mind, not even Chellick when Esmeas foot grazed his leg. He didn't even so much as raise a brow plate when her head went to rest on Garrus' shoulder.

Bloody Sunshine Pain. Sharp pain, red and hot beats at her skull. Weary eyes open to a blurry landscape that looks no different than the pain inside her skull. Fire and ash, mixed with scents of sulfur and smoke. But worse were the memories, or lack of them. Her head throbbed even as she simply tried to recall how she came here. Her vision blurred once more, pulsing red around her eyes, beating on her bones. A mindflayer, a worm, distorted, fractured, and then no more. Nothing else lived in her brain but the pain, and, is that her name? Zeerith. Is that who she was?

When I Die Will You Be My Valentine? Maybe... Maybe if I was different... maybe if I hadn't been born this way... Maybe if my mind hadn't been torn up by my own emotions... By this curse of blue that runs through my veins and burns through my brain. But what use are maybes. Maybe's don't change anything. Not that I want to change, it's far too late for that. I enjoy the games I play, I enjoy the way I am, and I hate all the same. It's because of the way that I am that you will forever be out of reach. Your bright blue eyes and your awkward charms. The mystery that is your mind, will always remain a mystery, because this game has gone on for too long. You make me.... Want to be better. You make me want to change. When I'm with you I believe that maybe, just maybe, I can actually be what you need. That we can actually be happy. That somehow we can make whatever the fuck this is work out. But then, I see you in your uniform, and I'm afraid. Afraid that one day that uniform will be staring back at me through the sights of my pistol, afraid that your blue blood will be coating my knife, or my next contract will have your name... The name I want to have.

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Esmea and Garrus ❤️

This is about the only time you will ever see her being sweet. Even then it's just because she doesn't want to walk 🤣

I'm pleasantly surprised how well his face turned out. This is my first time actually trying to shade a Turian lmao. Took me a couple tries but we're learning 💪

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Wip sorta Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @westernlarch . Thank you for the mention ☺️!

I genuinely don't have that much in my WIP pile at the moment lmao. I have finished the latest chapters of most of my fics and don't have anything I'm drawing, so instead enjoy a snippet of the next chapter of Queen of Chaos.

Stress free tags: @manicdepressivedaisy @xenowriter @thefloatingstone and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it. Also pls just ignore 😭 I know so few people on here.

Content warning: violence and death below the cut

Never, in all his years of service had he ever come across anything like the horrors now before his eyes. Not even black market organ dealers had ever been this bloody. Bodies strewn about everywhere, trails and splatters of blood covering the floor and walls. Even in the dark Garrus' stomach churned as he tried to push aside the grotesqueness in front of him.

Console screens still flickered on desks, and soft music still played over the speakers, in stark contrast to the death displayed there. They don't even look like they had a chance to get up from their seats, or have a chance to run. How could someone pick off an entire room, seemingly so easily?

His feet slowly clicked against the floor, avoiding puddles of blood and guts and bile. Why did he have to be so curious? Why did he have to come and look inside? He could have just walked by and pretended he didn't see anything.

No. That would not have been right. He had a duty to fulfill, and even such a grotesque display wouldn't keep him from doing his job.

His omni-tool flickered to life, softly illuminating his face as he made a request for backup. It didn't appear that whoever had gone through this massacre was still around, but he didn't care to find them on his own. Hopefully backup gets there quickly, but even so, it was too late for most.

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Omg what is this?! A finished art project?! It couldn't be. Lmao

Me and my bestie @soothurnapploos decided to have a bit of fun and drew our two OCS together.

Anna is there OC on the left, and Esmea is on the right.

I love how this came out and it really showcases our different art styles. And any reason I have to draw Esmea is a good reason lmao. I love how she came out but I wish I had been a bit bolder with the shading. Oh well next time lol.

Also thank you Botsy for drawing with me. This was really fun ♥️