SAVIOUR OF THE GALAXY.

Vanguard, the foremost part of an advancing army or naval force; shepard, one who leads the flock; butcher of torfan, a reputation celemented in blood; saviour of the citadel, shrouded in secrets and destruction; saviour of the galaxy, unable to escape destruction.

[soracities]

[mindsmade]

soracities‌:

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

[vanguarcl]

noma vc : the ONE TIME i try to make myself look nice i get attacked by a bunch of asshats. typical

[vanguarcl]

BUTCHER OF TORFAN;   HERO OF THE CITADEL;   SAVIOUR OF THE GALAXY.   written by dora,        revamped           16.11.2019.

[vanguarcl]

hi uwu would anyone like to plot?

[vanguarcl]

i’m literally spending all my time writing this dumbass fanfic when i should be doing uni work n that’s the truth

[vanguarcl]

HEAD OF THE CULT OF BLASTO

❝   DOESN’T  IT  HAVE  A  SHUTTER  FOR  IT   ———   like  every  other  window  on  the  ship?   ❞   If  he’s  teasing,   (   which  he  is,   )   then  it’s  only  by  half.   He  would  never  deliberately  mock  her  fear,   but  he  knows  her  well  enough  by  now  to  know  that  he  has  to  take  baby  steps  toward  softness.   ❝   If  it  doesn’t,   you  could  always  put  a  poster  over  it   ———   or  a  picture  of  me.   ❞ 

NOMA HAS NEVER LOOKED MORE POUTY THAN SHE does in this instant.    of course it has a shutter,    but there’s no use for it when it doesn’t work.    she inhales sharply through her nostrils,    her arms folding as she averts her gaze.    ‘    it’s jammed.    or the button doesn’t work,    or something.     i was looking for tali so she could fix it.    ’    truthfully,    noma gets so pissed off that the skylight is there in the first place that she slams the button too hard and continuously breaks it.    ‘    don’t suppose you’ve seen her?    if not,   you can come help me print off a giant pic of your face.    ’

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LEGION

           THE FLAPS   on Legion’s head shift,   the only outwardly recognizable sign of deep thought.   “We do not understand the need for either,”   his singular eye gazes blankly at Shepard,   the bright light and metal iris incapable of betraying any thoughts or feelings.   “Windows are a structural weakness,   fish are an unnecessary responsibility.   We fail to see the appeal of either of these features.   They serve only to create an excess of potential difficulties.   Medical centers do not need more difficulties.”

‘     I KNOW,     I KNOW.    GETH SEE WINDOWS AS a structural weakness.    you’ve told me before.    fish,   however...    ’    noma will never forget the time when she came back and all her fish were dead.    she’d been feeding them when she came back from every mission,   a good schedule,    and forgot one day...    and then the next time she entered...   bam.   fish dead.     

‘     sometimes people need to do more than just survive,   legion.    they want to live.    i know fish may seem like a weird way of doing that,    but it helps.    i don’t really give a damn about the fish,     ’    which is why she bought the aquarium vi in the first place;   she just keeps them because they look pretty,    ‘     but others do.    that’s all that matters.     ’

[tloa-k]

there is no superior LI. every one goes thru hell with shep and loves them. none of them are better, none of them are deeper, none of them deserve more attention or love than any other. none of them are more special than the others. it’s not that deep fam.

[vanguarcl]

LEGION

           “ANALYSIS   suggests that this is a common occurrence in medical facilities.   Many organics require light to see in detail,   consider that the complexity of your operations may have necessitated an intense light source for safety purposes.”

NOMA SIGHS,    SOMEWHAT DEFEATED,    as she gazes upon legion.    she finds it difficult to remain angry when legion is around,    perhaps because she sees him as somewhat vulnerable concerning other peoples’ thoughts on him,    and she has a dire need to protect.    she doesn’t want to scare legion,   even though she knows that’s not at all possible.     ‘     i still could’ve done without one above my damn bed,    legion.    you know what would’ve been a good idea?    replacing the damn fish tanks with windows.    ’

[vanguarcl]

‘     SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT WHILE I WAS DEAD,    laying on a cold,   hard slab and having needles and god knows what poked in me,    that nobody thought it was a good idea to say,   hey,   shepard was spaced.   maybe it’s NOT a good idea to put a fucking skylight above her bed?!     ’

[vanguarcl]

leaves coffee on her desk. is it in a blasto mug? maybe so.

SHE KNOWS WHO THE CULPRIT IS INSTANTLY,    but that doesn’t make it any better.   stupid hanar and its stupid tentacles sullying her name...    shepard’s face curls into one of distaste as she nears it,   debating on whether she can stand drinking from it.    but eventually she gives in:    there’s no wasting good coffee in times like these,    but she’ll still take it down to the mess to throw it without warning in kaidan’s direction afterwards.

[vanguarcl]

it’s been a good 3 years and husks still terrify me

[vanguarcl]

ya noma’s totally fine

[vanguarcl]

it’s been a long time since i played mass effect 3 ( also i realised why i always return to mass effect around this time of year but it’s emo and i don’t feel like getting sad ) but i just left the hospital after visiting kaidan and the dream sequence kicked in and my heart just imploded

[vanguarcl]

‘     I’M FINE,    GARRUS.    JUST...    I CAN DO THIS.    ’     one wouldn’t even need to know shepard very well to see that she’s not fine.    standing up is a lot more painful than it should be,    but that’s a given  ---  and after eight months in a coma,   it’s bound to be difficult.     the burns littering her arms and neck are a permanent reminder of what she now has to face,    and her hair is now much,   much shorter than it used to be after it was all burnt off in the explosion.    still,   she’s managed to stand on her own,   but...    walking is another subject entirely.

she doesn’t want to stay here any longer.    she’s sick of...    well,   being sick.    for once she wants nothing more than to return to battle,    because now that the weight of the galaxy has been removed from her shoulders,    fighting becomes less of a burden and more like a passion again.    a stubborn sigh leaves her lips as she glances over to her wheelchair,   a distance away that she should be able to manage but knows she can’t.

‘    can you,  uh...    grab the wheelchair for me?   i don’t think...   it’s...    too far away.    ’

@turixn plotted for a starter!

[vanguarcl]

me, playing me:a, currently on an abandoned ark where everything is eery: this is fine tumblr, loudly playing the messenger tone: FUCK

[vanguarcl]

i’d let noma shepard do whatever she wanted 2 me