#subject zero jack

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Armax Arsenal Arena Fatal Error

Gift for FinchMarie. :D

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Mass Effect Remaster

soooo, the way Bioware has been received in the last few years would a Remaster and Collection of the whole Trilogy not be a good idea? It's what we've all been waiting for and I really kinda need some good old Bioware in my life right now xD (I mean Dragon Age 4 is coming but still....)

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For every $10 Kofi Donation I'll do a portrait sketch of any character or animal you request.*

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*Please note that I will not do any explicit NSFW art, artwork filled with hateful symbology, or heavy gore art pieces.

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Art I did for Spec Recs! :D

Links to the fics under the cut!

Kaidan/Coats

Alec/Ellen Ryder

Grunt and Jack

Jack/Traynor

Nyreen/Vetra

Jaal/Liam

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Stuff I did for Spec Reqs 2024! :D

(I'll also be doing individual posts for these but here's just a comprehensive list! )

It's Colder in Hell (Wishing you were there!) (2,649 words) part 1/2 | Zaeed/Nb Shepard

Dangerous Together (Art) Miranda/ Liara

Hanging Around (375 words and Art) Zaeed/Chakwas

Mourning what we could be (911 words) FShep & Clone Shep

Beach day! (Art) Jacob/MShep

Make me a Home even as I Wander (4,345 words) Jack/Nb Shepard

Out on the town (Art) Miranda/ Liara

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Make me a Home even as I Wander (4345 words) Treat For DanDenbo. Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jack | Subject Zero/NB Shepard Clone Characters: Jack | Subject Zero, Shepard Clone (Mass Effect), Kaidan Alenko, Other Characters Briefly Mentioned, Eezo (Jack's Varren) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, patching someone up and giving them a new life, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Fight Club - Freeform, Healing, shepard is dead in this, Post-Canon, Eezo is best boy Preview:

Jack stares, breath caught in her throat as her heart pounds a familiar beat of panic. Her eyes are glued to the person before her as she takes them in. Gaze drawn from the cut of their hair, to the shape of their nose, to the scars that peak out from bloodied bandages wrapped around them like it’s the only thing holding them together as they curl in on themself.

They’re in front of her apartment doorway. They haven’t even looked her way yet and something about that is setting off about a dozen different warning bells in her head because her mind keeps trying to tell her that (Shep-) this person is someone who should have a better awareness of their surroundings. They shouldn’t have this dazed look as they stare at the wall in front of them. They shouldn’t even be alive.

Jack tightens her grip on her groceries as she haphazardly digs around her pocket for her apartment keys. Her eyes never straying from the figure in front of her.

In all honesty it could only ever be one person. Well technically two, but considering she was there when they found Shepard (he was broken and dying and there was nothing she could do to fix it). Jack takes a breath in and holds it as she buries the memories in her head of his broken body just like she did when his casket had been lowered into the ground.

Shepard is dead.

And there’s no Illusive Man to try and bring him back again.

(Sometimes she hates the relief she feels about that. He’d been her friend, the person who was too good for this whole fucking Galaxy. Who’d brought some of that good out in her too despite how much she denied it to his face. After everything… After all that fucking bullshit he at least deserved a fucking happy ending. He didn’t get it though. Instead he could only get the second best thing, which is some peace and fucking quiet for the rest of eternity. And fuck she hopes he’s enjoying it.)

So the person in front of her, bleeding all over her door isn’t Shepard. No, it’s the missing piece of a puzzle everyone thought got solved just before the Reapers were defeated.

“Hey.” She says as she finally pulls her keys free, watching as their head turns sharply in her direction. She sees the fear in the way they tense, looking like some of Jack’s kids do when they think an adult might try to get physical with them. She licks her lips, taking note of that and the way a bandage has been wrapped around the left side of their face, covering most of it and their left eye. “You here for a reason?”

They stare a bit, right eye wide in shock before they blink and their face falls into something more neutral. “Someone said you could help me.” They say their words carefully, voice rougher than Shepard’s ever was. Could be an injury, could be they just haven’t had anything to drink in awhile.

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “Anything you want to tell me?”

There’s a couple of phrases she’s given to people. Helps her know who sent a straggler her way and possibly what kind of help they might need. She thinks Shepard would be proud of how she’s been fucking over the whole system that tries to keep track of Biotics. No matter how illegal it is it’s something she knows he would have gotten a kick out of.

They hesitate to answer her, making a face that tells her they really don’t want to say whatever phrase they were given before they sigh and pinch the bridge of their nose. (It’s such a Shepard move that it makes her breath hitch.) “I’m a Biotic God,” they mumble the words, refusing to meet her eyes as she grins at them.

One of her kids sent them then.

“Great, scoot a bit so I can open my door.”

Jack lets them into her home. Making them sit on one of the bar stools she’d stolen about a year ago from a dingy bar down the street. It’s so far one of the few surviving pieces of furniture from when Eezo was growing in a new set of teeth last month.

“Stay put, I got to grab my kit from the bathroom.” She doesn’t bother to look back at them as she sets her groceries on the counter and makes her way further into her apartment. Stepping over Eezo who blocks the hallway, sleeping soundly and tongue hanging out like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

She enters the bathroom, opens up the cannot just below the sink and drags out the heavy medical kit that has never gotten a chance to gather dust from disuse. She can’t even begin to remember how often she’s used this thing. Often enough that Chakwas is constantly stopping by to resupply her. Or maybe that’s just because Chakwas has too much of a soft side and is just checking in on her.

Making sure at least Jack hasn’t run off into the wider Galaxy like some of the others have.

Doesn’t matter really but it’s enough of a thought that Jack forces herself to just stop for a moment. Standing back up to let her hands grip the sink as she breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Fuck.

She has no clue what she’s doing. There’s a familiar face sitting in her home and despite that this person is an absolute stranger.

She breathes in again and holds in long enough to let her lungs burn.

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Here are the fics I did for Spec Recs! :D

A shot of whiskey before the bar fight starts

Coats/ Nonbinary Shepard

There are a lot of reasons he should just stay out of it. He's on shore leave, he's had a few drinks in him already, the kid looks like they can handle themself just fine. The list goes on and on. And yet somehow that doesn't stop him as he slides up to the bar right between the kid and the asshole bothering them. Signaling the bartender for another drink. 

Patch me up, Kiss me better   

Karin Chakwas/Zaeed Massani

Doctor Chakwas helps patch up Zaeed after he takes a hit from a mission.

A few moments before

Kasumi Goto/Keiji Okuda Greybox

A small moment spent just before the Normandy goes through the Omega 4 relay.

A place to rest    

Falere & Samara (Mass Effect)

Falere rebuilds a little bit at a time.

I'm sure I put the fleet somewhere    

Kaidan Alenko/Jack | Subject Zero/Male Shepard

The galaxy becomes lawless after the Reapers are defeated. Somehow that just means Shepard gets himself into trouble more often then before.

Losing the Soul

Akksul/Evfra de Tershaav

Evfra cannot be angry at him. He can feel his own anger blistering and festering under his skin.