#post destroy

[persephinae]

Do you ever think about the juiciness of Garrus talking to Shep about the ruthless calculus of war and then later staring at her broken body in the ICU after she sacrificed everything for for the galaxy to be free of Reapers. All the sacrifices, all the hurt, all the impossible feats she managed to accomplish because she believed so hard in a future that she worked tirelessly to bring to fruition, even if it cost her her life. Again.

Everyone - her own military, her allies, people in the farthest reaches of the galaxy, had depended upon her, looked to her for salvation that they didn't fully believe would ever come. But she did. Tirelessly, achingly, pushed beyond the endurance that most people could bear, that would break anyone else and almost broke her, but she pushed herself to this point. She was the price to end the war. The thoughts that must have raced through his mind as he stood before her at that moment.

[kalin7art]

Post-destroy. Reposted because it needed to be properly finished and I’m an idiot for posting it as it was.

[spacesquirrel]

Wish I may, wish I might, bring you back to me tonight. ✨💔 For the May @meflashfanwork, “What Might Have Been”.

SORRY FAM. Everything I touch turns to angst.

And while not written for this, I do think this art lines up very nicely with my old (first ever!) ME fic, "Promises".

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself to avoid writing a drabble to match this rn when I should be focusing on my MEBB plot. 😓

[iblamebioware]

Mass Effect Drabble Pt.4

Open. Close. Open. Close.

Shepard still isn’t used to her prosthetic hand. She moves each finger slowly, precisely, staring at them with a sense of detachment. Holding both hands out flat, she studies the differences. Motorised joints, metallic casing, and multicoloured wiring on the right. Bruised knuckles, scars dividing the skin, an uncontrollable tremor on the left.

“You’re clear to leave, Shepard.” Miranda watches as she quickly clenches her hand and hides it from view.

“And go where? London was a ruin the last time I saw it.” Shepard says coldy. Miranda slowly reaches over and puts her hand on Shepard’s shoulder.

“You’ve been in here for twelve weeks. A lot of temporary infrastructure has been going up, and repairs on the more important buildings.” Miranda offers a quick explanation of the events of the last three months.

“Well whoop-de-do.” A smirk appears on her face. Wobbling slightly, Shepard lets Miranda guide her through the maze of halls to the main door of the hospital. Giving her a nod of thanks, she limps towards the door, shoving it open with her shoulder despite Miranda objecting in the background.

And Garrus is there, waiting for her.

(Part 3)

[kalin7art]

Part 1 - Part 2 My job here is done. 

[kalin7art]

This is going to take a little while to finish but yeah. I’m back.

[kalin7art]

WIP…. she mad.

[ojsandpjs]

HC-Orion

The first thing he manages to tap out when he sees James is, ‘you owe me a drink.’

The man blinks, and the spectre taps out slowly in morse, blue eyes glinting and a shit-eating grin stretching his lips around the tube going down his throat. ‘You said. In Purgatory. When we get to Earth. You’re buying.’

James blinks, then barks a laugh, shaking his head in exasperation. “Good to know you still have your priorities, loco.”

‘What can I say.’ Orion taps again, trembling with silent laughter. ‘I’m only human.’