Today’s sketch, next Shiara piece in progress.
Set to be in the locker room after taking down Tela Vasir, before Hagalaz.
Liara is wearing her gear from ME:Redemption, and Shep is half stripped from her N7 armour, because…tank tops are sexy?
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Today’s sketch, next Shiara piece in progress.
Set to be in the locker room after taking down Tela Vasir, before Hagalaz.
Liara is wearing her gear from ME:Redemption, and Shep is half stripped from her N7 armour, because…tank tops are sexy?
HELP
Im really trying to find a little drabble someone did a billion years ago
It was a shadow broker dossier someone wrote for Kaidan, and in his extranet history was stuff like Shepard's spectre induction and Akuze (or the blitz) etc.
Does anybody else remember this? I've literally been searching for days
Thank you for your attention to this matter
Hello, I'm back with my BS <3
This is what happened in the Citadel DLC right?
...or Illium.
Yes I know I'm several weeks late hush
“Azure. It’s a luxury hotel with an... exotic edge.”
Azure Hotel, Illium
Does anybody else headcanon that it was the Shadows Broker who fed information to the Collectors regarding the Normandy's location at the start of Mass Effect 2, and that's why Liara is so hell-bent on killing him.
Bonus points if the Broker's motivation wasn't even money but spite after Shepard refused to hand over those classified files in ME1.
six sentence sunday
The chaos of Vasir’s corona screamed as she met shields, the impact sending Shep head over heels. Kasumi winced, triggering the cloak that would let her distract Vasir to give Shep a minute to recover.
With a twist of her torso, though, she’d launched backwards giving her control of the tumble; skidding back on a knee, braced on her hand, her head dropped.
When she looked up, eyes dark, Shepard’s smile was bloody. And sharp.
“Oh, honey. Kiss me like that again.”
Behold! A wife.
Can never play this enough