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[pinkwingjay]

IT'S N7 DAY!

Here's my Shepard <3

[tiny-banana-time]

Jay's Terrible Day

I got to commission the incredible @daggertongue for a little bit of fresh ME2 existential dread, and he fuckin killed it. Thank you, Levi, for bringing this idea to life better then I ever imagined it. Ya left me an incoherent mess for a good day or two 😂

It's taken me a few days to post it, but that's because it inspired the most writing I've done in a couple months. Including a snippet below 👀

It's not until he can breathe through his nose again that he chances loosening his grip, not until he's reasonably sure he can raise his hand to examine the skin without finding himself mirrorless in the end that he touches his cheek. Fingertips join his gaze in tracing the fissures around an eye, disappearing down his sideburn to emerge over the length of his jaw. Each literal crack in his careful facade stings with direct contact, but it's strangely comforting in how uncomfortable it is – confirmation that he can feel it as he'd expected.

A small victory.

He turns his head to examine the other side closely and locks on to a jagged glowing line through a familiar place in his brow. Just like Kasumi had said. Cracks jut out over his cheekbone, down this side of his jaw, and a shaking sigh is released once he's finished the fucked-up little game of connect-the-dots. 

The sigh floats out from between his lips, and fuck, but he knows he's not seeing things.

There's a glow coming from inside, too.

One consistency, even if the nerve damage and scarring aren't quite the same, is the slight shake of his left hand as he opens his mouth wide for a finger to pull his lip up and away. The light is dull but the color distinct, and he lifts his tongue to find another bright rift in the flesh below. Eyes widen and he loses track of blinking while he stares it down. The implications of all the faults he could find if he looked closely enough hitting him then.

One small mercy comes from looking himself in the eye, finding that the little rings of red-orange outlining his usual brown – the last things he'd noticed weeks ago before the mirror splintered through his reflection – were gone.

He'll never doubt Chakwas again.

[luckyspacerabbit]

sharing a winter scarf with the canadian boyfriend!! so happy to have gotten @tiny-banana-time's jay and kaidan in the gu's gift exchange this year <3 <3 may they continue to SMOOCH for years to come <3

[miniature-space-hamster]

Had the pleasure of painting @tiny-banana-time’s Shepard, Jay, from the opening scene in their fic: Of All The Bars ^^

[ridingseaward]

a bunch of screenshots of my shep for reference

[tiny-banana-time]

Was tagged for a WIP Whenever by the lovely @daggertongue and I actually worked on something recently to share 👀

From the next chapter of My Serene (which I think will actually be updated soon??? unless this chapter goes off the rails again...)

< Heading to Skip's if anyone wants to join. He hopes Kaidan shows up, but as long as someone does he'll be able to distract himself, and that's good enough for now. Jay barely makes it down into foot traffic when the first message comes in from Murray. He pulls off to the side to read as one after another comes through.  > Fuck that! Come to Starrs with us!  > Lanky already pre-gamed his head meds and is joining in on the fun  > We’ll be there in like 15 mins  Whoever decided to name the only club on the station “Starrs” certainly fucked that choice.

I'll throw a tag out to @mtreebeardiles and @theoriginalladya as well as anyone else who wants to because it's after midnight and tagging is hard :)

[tiny-banana-time]

!!!!!!!! @aleiocus / @artiocus threw Jay in with a very wet Kaidan and I LOVE IT!!

Look at them!!! And the arcade floor Worm on a String undies 🤣🤣

[tiny-banana-time]

My dear @mtreebeardiles tagged me for WIP Wednesday, and I actually have something that's fresh in the google doc!

From the next chapter of My Serene (pre-ME1)

Not gonna tag anyone specifically this time, but if any of y'all have a snippet of something you've got going on you should totally share 👀

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"Alenko was the one who discovered the evidence, and while he was ordered not to speak of it," she pauses, voice remaining calm, "I had a feeling he would tell you. Did he?"

One palm sweats into his fatigues while the other sets down the mug as it threatens to tremble. Cleaning his throat, Jay tries for an indirect confirmation and ends up spilling the beans outright.

"He won't be reprimanded, will he, Captain? I mean, he waited to tell me and only gave vague details once he did. But he was very clear that nothing was specific enough to be sure."

He's rambling, but thankfully Volk stops him with a gentle raise of a hand before he digs himself any deeper.

"Relax, Shepard. Alenko isn't in any trouble." 

He exhales in relief but remains wary at the small smile curving up one side of Volk's mouth. "In fact, I was hoping he'd tell you."

What?

"I… ma'am?"

The smile widens before disappearing behind the rim of her mug, adorned with crocodiles in tutus today.

"I wanted to inform you straight away, but the brass ordered it to be kept quiet until we had more information. So, even though I thought that was bullshit, I told Alenko to keep it to himself. But he's changed since he first boarded the Marathon. Grown. Realized he can do his job damn well without needing to have that stick all the way up his ass." 

He's not sure if his huff of laughter is out of surprise at her candor or amusement at the thought, but it lightens the weight on his chest either way.

"My point is… I had hoped that he'd grown enough to recognize a bullshit order and choose to disobey it to do what he thought was right. To help a squad mate. A friend. And he did."