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“I have thought of one hundred reasons why you should come back. To fight the shape-shifters, to take care of Walter, to save the world. But in the end… you have to come back. Because you belong with me.”

twenty-five days of peter and olivia
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OT3: Transcendence

(I was very hesitant on posting this. But here’s Nihlus/Femshep/Garrus OT3 for poly week! Please excuse the inconsistencies/errors. I wanted to rely heavily on Nihlus’ point of view since we know so little of him. This was lots of fun to write!)

“Spirits damn him”, Nihlus hissed through a low growl. The Spectre’s hand clasped tightly around his dextro beer as he stared menacingly through a crowd of dancers. Why Shepard even invited him to Purgatory in the first place was beyond him. 

Miraculously he had escaped Sarens grasp back on Eden Prime, scars laden across the left side of his face and half of his fringe plates had been severely damaged from the bullet meant to take his life. By the time he’d taken his first steps after lying bedridden for months, Saren had been defeated by the great Commander Shepard and her team.

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So I think I’m due a hair cut… I let my hair dry naturally and have now realised that my fringe covers half my face if I don’t style it back. It’s naturally falling like this and now it’s dry I can’t do anything about it. Guess I’m working with one eye today.
Also the bottom of my hair looks soooo ginger in this photo it’s almost like stepping through a time machine lol

True colors (part 2)

[Part 1] [How Finn looks like]

Hello guys! Thanks for the comments, likes and reblogs on the first part! I hope you’ll like part 2, you’ll realize how clumsy with words Finn is… Enjoy!


Finn has just taken a shower and he’s now looking at his reflection in the mirror. He applies his eyeliner and brushes his hair. As his fringe covers half of his face, he’s surprised to see that for the first time in a very, very long time, he’s not sure he wants it styled this way. He sighs heavily, reminding himself he’s nothing and it’s not because some girl told him he had a beautiful smile that it meant he is worth anything.

At seven sharp, the bell rings. Finn hurtles down the stairs and passes by his mother in a rush.

“Hi.”

“Hello, Finn.” Rae is standing there, and Finn doesn’t know why but he notices she doesn’t wear the same clothes. She’s wearing a high-waisted velvet black skirt and a bright purple top.

“May I come in?” She chuckles.

Finn curses himself in his head. He opens the door for her to come in.

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