The fact that sara ryder is not quirky or cool or badass or whatever like how fem!shepard was is just so awesome
Some people (mostly from 4chan or those who hate the game)go as far as calling sara autistic
Like hell yeah motherfucker give me an autistic protagonist.Give me a protagonist who’s got 0% communication skills,or has problems expressing themselves.Give me a protagonist whose pickup lines are terrible.
Not that fem!shepard’s cool and badass personality is bad,but most games (as far as i know) got this hero with perfect/acceptable social skills and it is kind of tiring for me.
Trdl; tiny sara ryder with almost no social skills is fucking awesome
The electronic beeping of the
vitals monitor was the only sound in the otherwise silent room. The bustle of activity outside of the
hospital never breached the walls of the ICU room. The strong scent of antiseptic and IV fluids
was a sharp hit on his senses. Nothing
kept his eyes from the figure on the bed.
She was almost unrecognizable with the tubes, IV lines, and wires taped
to her body. Only the shock of red hair
against the white pillow gave any clue to her identity away. Her chest rose and fell with the forced air
pumped in by the tubes. The continuous
beep of the heart monitor was a comforting sound, it told him she was still
there, his Shepard was still alive in there somewhere. Garrus knew the doctors told him that her
body had suffered horrific damage, one doctor had likened it to a torture
victim. The memory tore at his soul as
he sat by her bedside. She’d had to
endure so much and now it was his turn to bear the burden.
knew he should be grateful she was alive, and he was grateful but the doubt
still plagued his mind. That moment of
seeing the rubble clear, seeing her lying there on the ground, he still
remembered the panic and helplessness that ripped through him. James and Kaidan had held him back as the
medics rushed Shepard away, his throat had been raw from screaming her name. He’d fought against them, men he considered
friends, and had broken James’s nose as he tried to get free to go after
Shepard. It had been Kaidan that had
taken him to the hospital so he could be with her once the doctors had
stabilized her. James had waved away his
apology later, stating he’d have been in the same state of mind himself. Several of the crew had been by to see
Shepard since she’d been granted clearance for visitors. Throughout it all, he’d stayed at her
side. Liara had tried to persuade him to
take a break but he had refused to move from the room. James had gotten in the habit of bringing him
some food to eat when he’d stop by, he’d even gotten dextro food but it all tasted
like cardboard to Garrus.
hand reached out to grasp hers, her fingers cold to the touch. The ache in his throat spread to his chest as
grief descended on his shoulders again.
He lowered his head so his forehead was touching her fingers. He hoped to have some sign she was coming
back, but the steady beep of the monitor was his answer. With his free hand, he took out the silly
photo Shepard had convinced him to take just before the mission to destroy the
Illusive Man’s base. The memory swept
through him and he closed his eyes to picture it.
Come on Garrus! These things were extremely popular back in
the 21st century! When all we
had were portable communication devices, they called them selfies. Quit being a grump. She’d nudged him with her shoulder with a bright
smile on her face. The weight of the
mission never showing on her face when she was with him. They were in her quarters, on the rumpled
sheets of her bed, just after enjoying a lengthy shower to ease the aches of
battle. Shepard wore her N7 shirt and
little else, with her red hair down, curling around her shoulders, dripping on
his skin and the sheets. Her blue eyes
twinkled with mischief as she tried to convince him to take a selfie. He’s groused a bit about having to do it, he
hated his picture being taken. He’d been
in his pants, remaining shirtless after the shower, and hadn’t wanted that
immortalized in a picture. Shepard had
pressed a kiss to his mandible and asked him to please take a picture, she’d
make it worth his while. Garrus had
shivered at the wicked nature of her promise and given in to her request
grudgingly. Shepard had settled against
his chest, pulling her knees against her chest, while having Garrus hold his
omni-tool above their heads. She
adjusted his arm until the angle was just right and he took the picture. Her smile was diamond bright as she leaned
against him. She’d given him a quick kiss
to say thanks, but he’d prevented her from pulling away. They’d sunk into each other until Joker had
given the announcement about approach.
shoulders shook from the suppressed sobs in his chest. Tears seeped from his eyes as his throat
burned from the anguish rolling over him like a wave. The thought of never seeing her smile again,
he couldn’t bear it.
on Shepard. You need to make it. It’d be a pretty lonely galaxy without you in
it.” His voice was broken from the
misery in his heart.
Since I updated my iPhone I can draw doodles in the text app when I go to bed and realize I forgot to draw during the day: previous drawing-a-day post
Batman (and company) - iPhone text doodle Creature Caretaker - Procreate * Scratch Paper Sunday Bear - Scratch Paper Scratch Paper Mongi House Bear - Scratch Paper Commander Shepard riding a thresher maw - marker, pen Ship flags - text doodle
Eloise Shepard and James Vega provide endless entertainment for Cortez and other shuttle bay workers. Usually grunting, swearing, and sweaty entertainment. Today, it’s the precursor to Date Night. ♥💕
The wonderful and talented @domirine sketched this in lightning speed, and it’s better than I could have ever dreamed. Elle is much beefier than the silly in-game system allows for, and Domi captured her perfectly (refs provided in abundance, as is my usual style lol).
Naturally, the two got matching N7 tattoos. Elle’s other bicep has a SPECTRE emblem, matching Kaidan’s. ;)
“Now, now. No need to pout,” a vaguely amused Garrus said.
Kaidan huffed with arms crossed over his chest as he watched Shepard dart away into danger again. He raised a curious eyebrow at the words of the turian. “You’re fully suited up, too, you know.”
“I’ve learned to be prepared. Literally anything can happen when Shepard’s involved. You know that. Best to be ready at a moment’s notice.” Garrus settled in on a bench as the doors closed and yet another mission began on a foreign world.
“I’d just feel a little better if you or I were with her.” Kaidan stared at the closed doors for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. “I joined the Normandy again for a reason, and it wasn’t to watch as she goes barreling into danger alone every time we touch ground.”
“Well, you do outrank her, and now you’re a Spectre. You could go against her wishes and technically she wouldn’t be able to do a damned thing about it.” Garrus chuckled at the thought. “Besides, she’s not alone. She’s got James and EDI. They’ll be fine.”
“And you’re here calibrating your gun,” Kaidan observed with genuine amusement.
“Yes. Like I said, it’s best to be prepared.”
The Spectre took up a seat next to the turian and settled in to wait as garbled calls and static filled their ears from their comm units. There seemed to be no end to the enemies that wanted to kill them all on sight, and somehow they’d all managed to survive. Well, more or less, anyway.
Kaidan broke a long silence with an unexpected change of topic. “Garrus, I hadn’t had the chance, but I wanted to thank you.”
“Hmm,” the turian answered, turning his attention away from the weapon in his hands to the human at his side. “For what?”
“For staying with her when… when I couldn’t.” Kaidan’s gaze dropped to his hands as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Or when I wouldn’t, I guess.”
Kaidan holds Shepard’s hand a little tighter and runs his thumb along their hand, reassuring him Shepard is still here
Shepard sometimes thinks they’re dreaming and the war is still on, but looking at Kaidan, with his laugh lines and his greying hair, reminds them it’s all over
Kaidan knows not to crowd Shepard too much at night, as it makes them panic, and only holds them closely and tightly when nightmares disturb their sleep
Shepard’s kisses are a little harder, a little more desperate, reassuring both themself and Kaidan that, by some miracle, they’re still here
Kaidan gives Shepard time to adapt to living a normal life, encouraging them to do little things that mean so much, like buying their first house, or getting their first pet together
Shepard knows that sometimes the events of the war can overwhelm Kaidan, and they always hold him close and whisper reassurances when it all becomes too much
Kaidan is reassured by the fact Shepard needs him, and he’s the only one Shepard can rely on to always be there
Shepard isn’t bothered by this in the slightest, because even if the great Commander Shepard is dependant on someone, they know Kaidan needs them just as much
Kaidan is there to coax Shepard from bed when getting up seems too much, when facing a day of physical and mental therapy, press, and Alliance and Council business is too much to bear
Shepard is there to help Kaidan with his crippling migraines, often laying in the dark with him for hours while he sleeps, occasionally whimpering and tossing in pain while they rub his forehead and run cautious fingers through his hair
Kaidan knows that he’s never going to be alone again, as he’s got Shepard to love and protect, and keep safe from whatever comes their way
Shepard knows that they’re never going to be alone again, as they’ve got Kaidan to love them and always be there for them, and in return they can love him back and always be there for him
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