art: mass effect

i saw a post on @omegastation‘s blog about miranda becoming an alliance doctor post-me3 in order to reconstruct shepard after her fall from the crucible, and i liked that, because it’s 100% what i would like to happen as well.

when miranda first sees her, shepard is broken.

she is little more than charred skin and shattered, distorted limbs; almost every bone in her body is broken, each cybernetic implant little more than ashes after her fall from orbit, her left arm blasted to pieces inside her armour from when it exploded after she hit the stratosphere. they wheeled her in on a gurney, the surgeons to afraid to remove her hardsuit in case shepard fell to pieces in their arms. but to miranda this is the strangest sense of de-ja vu: she’d seen this before, back after the sr-1 had been destroyed, after shepard had fallen victim to the vacuum of space.

when miranda first sees her, shepard is almost dead. not quite. almost. never really, truly dead - shepard has the odd talent of slipping beneath the grim reaper’s scythe time and time again, of surviving when nobody else could. the surgeons are still too afraid, so miranda does it for them, operating the theatre like she used to for cerberus. she does not sleep. she barely eats. her primary focus is shepard. only shepard.

miranda extracts each frazzled circuit, each fried wire, each shattered titanium plate. she replaces them with perfect precision, and the surgeons can only watch, entranced by the speed and precision with which she worked. nothing phases her. she tells shepard it will all be okay, even though she knows shepard can’t hear her. she stitches shepard’s skin back together until sweat blinds her and her hands begin to shake from exhaustion.

this, miranda realises, is nothing like cerberus. she has no resources, no credits. all she has is her dedication and her love, her admiration, her utter devotion to the woman she’d come to call family. with cerberus, shepard had been a weapon. something miranda wanted to install a black box into; the thought still makes her skin crawl.

when miranda next sees her, shepard is breathing. she’s sleeping, a patchwork doll of black sutures and newly-installed cybernetics that might just keep her alive. and miranda cries, because she could never have forseen that her carefull-engineered weapon could become someone she cared for so deeply, or who mattered to her as much as her sister did. she sits by shepard’s bedside for days. barely sleeps. barely eats.

and shepard sleeps. breathes. until one day, when miranda lies exhausted and hopeless at her bedside, the fingers clasped between her squeeze.

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anonymous asked:

Do we have any canon mentions of ME aliens being able to have twins or multiple kids at once? I think Krogan right? I want to make an alien Ryder, but I don’t want their twin to be a human sibling. Trying to see what my options are :)

This is such a good question. The only canon fact I can think of are batarian twins, as requested by the Collectors in ME2. I don’t know about other non-human twins, but I assume it’s possible? Biology/genetics and me aren’t good buddies, so I can’t tell when it comes to asari or salarians. 

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N7 Month Challenge | Day 24: Singing

I know, I know… I wanted to post Joker singing when you’re at his side in the cockpit but I don’t have enough time today. So, Mordin. Had to be him even if we could sing his song without reading the lyrics. And you know what? When I’m sad, when I have my anxiety problems or when my depression gets worse, I always watch this video again. He always makes me smile.

That’s my Evie Shepard and I’m sharing it from my Youtube account, just in case.

Fic update: The Other Commander Shepard (24/?)

Fandom: Mass Effect

Summary: Val Shepard is the survivor of Mindoir, Hero of Elysium, first human Spectre, Savior of the Citadel, Destroyer of Bahak, and savior of the galaxy…… or is she?  Waking up as an ordinary Alliance officer, Shepard tries to make sense of the world around her, where everything seems changed.

Length: This chapter, ~6200 words; overall, ~104,000 words

Links: AO3, ff.net

Credits: Thanks to @theherocomplex and @probablylostrightnow for thoughtful and invaluable beta reading!

Note: This chapter is NSFW.

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Normandy’s docked up at the orbital station,” Steve told Val, spinning his half-empty glass idly. “Took some damage during the battle for Earth.”

“How serious?” she asked over the clamor of conversation. The Halfway Bar, as some marines had started calling it, was packed tonight, mostly by humans and turians, though she’d spotted a few salarians mixed in, and a couple of krogan doing shots over at the bar.

“Mostly during the retreat,” Steve said. “Had to make an emergency landing. The SR-2 was never built to handle a gravity well like that, so she’s up at the station for repairs. Are you interested in ships, Commander?”

Val shrugged, deliberately casual. She needed not to look too eager, or desperate. Definitely not desperate. When she’d stolen the Normandy before, it had actually been her ship. Plotting to steal a ship without authorization or access was another ballgame entirely, and she needed every scrap of information she could get.

At the other end of the long booth, Talitha was telling James some story that required a lot of hand-waving and explosion sound effects. Misha, sandwiched between James and Steve, seemed to be drifting from one conversation to the other. Alex and Garrus hadn’t even arrived yet. They’d probably have to pull up more chairs.

“I’m a marine first,” she said, to Steve’s query. “But the Normandy’s special.”

“I’ll say.” Steve drank. “Best ship in the fleet.”

“I didn’t think Terra Nova had an orbital station.”

“It used to be small, just a bit of security for the colonists and mining companies. Most of it went up fast, after the attack on Eden Prime, or so I hear. They hoped it would encourage the colonists to stay. The station expanded a lot in the war, but it still doesn’t have enough repair bays for what’s in-system. They set up extra facilities on that asteroid, too.”

“X-57?” Val asked, startled. The sharp black horizon line of the asteroid flashed through her mind, and the planet, looming before them, too large, too bright, and her hands, white-knuckled on the Mako’s controls. Her jaw had ached for days afterward from clenching it.

Steve blinked in surprise. “That’s the one. You have quite a memory, Commander.”

Continue reading on AO3 or ff.net.

Face claim Gifset

The wonderfully talented @starsandskies tagged me to do the face claim gifset for my OCs. 

Sirius Ryder: Liv Tyler

Originally posted by screwed-n-ironic

Gina Shepard: Jane Levy

Originally posted by imaybecrazy-dontmindme

Rennah Shepard: Dita Von Teese (and Megan Fox)

Originally posted by purpleforbiddendisclosure

Sierra Shepard:  Gene Tierney

Originally posted by justgenetierney

I’ll tag @kfawkes @hawkeykirsah @tlcinbflo @juleshawke @pastelgarrusvakarian @ladyinthebluebox @slothssassin @rock-paperback-scissors @cactuarkitty @dustierhoades @seigephoenix @scientistsalarian @innercherryblossomsoul @katschy @barbex @notebookalpha @makocartwheels and anyone else who would like to do this!