#kisdoodles

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Silly little thing just for funsies.

I like my Shakarian a little dorky, slightly awkward, and completely oblivious 🙈

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Her hair is everywhere, most of it in his face. Her pillows are terrible and should probably qualify as a form of torture. And yet Garrus doesn’t move an inch. He just lies there, keeping his breathing slow, listening to hers soften into a deep, even rhythm against his chest. Sleep never comes easy to Shepard anymore, so he ignores the stiffness creeping up his neck and lets her steal these few peaceful hours. Before the Normandy, the mission, hell, the entire galaxy starts demanding every last piece of her all over again.

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Draw me like one of your Turian girls

Time-lapse

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Was wondering what to post on my b-day and figured it should be my favourite angel.

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Playing with light and shadow. Not quite there yet, but getting close. Full image

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Let’s kick things off with my favorite couple in the galaxy.

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Broken Angel

Shepard was gone, and with her death the war with the Reapers had ended. Not in victory, but in a quiet retreat. The galaxy seemed almost eager to forget they had ever existed. An inconvenient truth. An impossible story, too monstrous for most to accept. When he realized he could no longer fight her battle, he set out to find his own. Omega welcomed him with the stench of rot and desperation. There was plenty of filth there to keep his hands busy and his thoughts occupied. It didn’t bring the galaxy any closer to salvation, but it gave him something else. A purpose. A reason to rise in the morning. More than once he caught himself wishing he’d met his end beside her. Shoulder to shoulder, the way it should have been. But she hadn’t waited for him. So he decided that if he couldn’t die with her, he would die like her—fighting to his last breath for a cause he believed in. Even in that, she had surpassed him. Even in death, she remained beyond his reach. Shepard had died saving others—her friends, her crew. And who had he saved? Silence was his only answer. In the end, he had failed everyone who had ever believed in him...

(We all have our battles. Mine just happen to be shadows and coloring. I’ll share the process video once I’m satisfied with the result 😭)

PS: got myself a fancy signature

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Cooking something new...

I think I have too many wips. Is that normal?