lost shepard

“I wish they’d had a Grissom Academy for turians when I was growing up. Always wanted to learn how to paint… Now I mostly paint walls with reaper blood. Not the same, but it’s a living.”

The words Garrus had said stuck with Shepard long after leaving Grissom Academy. They made a mental note to keep an eye out for some kind of painting kit for beginners and on a routine trip to the Citadel they found exactly that.

Garrus tore open the package eagerly but paused when he read the lettering on the colored box. He looked at Shepard slightly confused.

“A paint set…..?” 

Shepard shrugged. “Saw it and thought of you. Might give you something to do to take your mind off…everything. Didn’t you say you always wanted to learn how to paint?”

Garrus looked back down at the box and chuckled.

“That’s true. I did.”

Garrus made good use the set, finding time to practice strokes and play with the colors in the off hours of his exhausting schedule. It was relaxing and as he told the crew, “It’s probably good to have some kind of skill that involves creating rather than, well, killing.”

On a routine trip to the battery Shepard sees a pile of papers where Garrus’ finished pictures are stacked neatly under his desk.

“Mind if I take a look?”

“I- well er…” Shepard was already across the room and rifling noisily through the papers.  Garrus hurried after them protesting.

“They’re not very good-!  It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be-” 

The papers flutter as Shepard goes through them excitedly. All the paintings are very similar as though Garrus was practicing painting the same thing over and over. A human-looking subject with familiar hair and armor-

“Are these…….they’re all me?”

Garrus wrings his hands, not able to meet Shepards gaze.


Shepard whirled around and looked happier than they had in months. “No one has ever painted me before! Can I have them?”

Garrus is momentarily stunned but nods vigorously at Shepard, chest swelling with pride.

“Of course!”

“You have provided peace of mind for a lot of people, Commander. I thank you on their behalf.

Commissioned the very amazing @augmented-mind to draw my Rosario Magdalena Shepard and I’m just…I can’t even…it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. I am very, truly thankful. Anyone who gets the chance; commission @augmented-mind because this artist is very kind and does a remarkable job.

Fun Normandy Crew headcanons:
-An anonymous person sends Shepard a gift certificate allowing them to take dance lessons on the Citadel. Shepard is offended by the gift and rants about it for a week, trying to find who could have sent it. Spoiler alert: it’s Wrex, who just wanted to mess with Shepard.
-Joker keeps telling Shepard that they’re a galactic celebrity and that people would do everything for them (ridiculous Conrad Verner things!). Shepard downplays it and insists Conrad is the exception. Really, most people don’t care about what they do outside of you know, saving the galaxy. Going all “challenge accepted” Joker drops a rumor on the extranet that Shepard has lost their space hamster. There are news articles. Calls. Within a day Shepard receives more than 3000 offers for space hamsters and other pets.
Needless to say, Joker wins the argument.
-James is at Purgatory drinking with other soldiers when one of them asks him if Shepard is THE big deal everyone says they are. “They’re that and more,” James replies.
-Tali accidentally sends everyone (instead of just Shepard) gifs of Fleet & Flotilla. Turns out, those gifs convince the crew to have Fleet & Flotilla marathons and some of them become hardcore fan. There might be shippers there, too.
-Garrus stays awake way too long calibrating before the Suicide Mission. It makes him used to the “night crew” or you know, workaholics who never know when to stop and go to sleep. He often gives Miranda tea at odd hours. When he receives a brand new sniper rifle that cost a lot of credits - bought by Cerberus - he knows it’s Miranda’s way of saying thank you.
-It’s Chakwas’ birthday. There’s a cake, there are drinks. But before, there are messages. All the soldiers she has helped, who are alive and remember her, send her an email thanking her and wishing her a ‘happy birthday doc.’ She doesn’t even have to ask, she knows Shepard organized this. Perhaps Liara helped.
-Shepard ends up taking those dance lessons and it’s damn fun ;)

Everyone on Lost worrying about their love lives
  • Jack: Kate ilu
  • Kate: Jack I am not leaving you!
  • Sawyer: You got my back, Blondie?
  • Juliet: Of course
  • Desmond: PENNY
  • Sun: JIN
  • Jin: SUN
  • Rose: I'll just be over there with my hubby
  • Bernard: I love my wife
  • Daniel: Charlotte you're so pretty plz love me
  • Charlotte: Oh Dan *rolls eyes lovingly*
  • Charlie: Claire Claire Claire ilu and the baby
  • Claire: Charlie you're so adorable
  • Sayid: I miss Shannon
  • Hurley: Yo Libby wassup?
  • Libby: You're so cute
  • Miles: *laughs*

get to know me meme | favorite tv shows [1/5] → LOST

This is the place that you…that you all made together, so that you could find one another. The most…important part of your life, was the time that you spent with these people. That’s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you. [For what?] To remember…and to…let go.

Ghosts Can’t Play Exy: The fic Ch.2

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Aaauuughhh the dialogue in this was painful to write kill me. I can’t do Wymack any justice he deserves better I’m sorry. This references the part of the extra content where the monsters were recruited quite a few times, as well as Wymack’s alcoholism (Kevin says he got it from the Irish genes but like father like son).

“What the fuck!” Nicky exclaimed, jumping out of bed.

Andrew was on his feet in seconds, knife in hand. He kept it under his pillow for easy reach, as well as the knives secured in his armbands. His eyes darted about, searching for an unseen enemy, but only seeing the aftermath of one.

Clothes and papers were strewn all over the room, drawers were pulled out of their tracks, broken pieces of glass from the lights and Nicky’s souvenirs from Germany littered the floor.

It looked like a tornado had swept through the room while they were sleeping, or maybe a rabid bear. But Andrew was a light sleeper, something formed from years of listening for heavy footsteps outside of his bedroom, and he knew neither could have done this without him knowing.

The room had been in perfect condition when he’d gotten back from the locker rooms, or as perfect as a college dorm housing three athletes could be. Someone had to have broken in and done this without him knowing. It was a thought that chilled him to his very core.

Aaron sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. “What the hell, Nicky?”

“Fucking look at this shit!” Nicky gestured to the mess incredulously.

“Look at what?” Aaron asked, voice laden with sleep. Nicky’s only response was an incoherent scream.

Andrew’s twin opened his eyes wide as he took in the wreckage, suddenly seeming a lot more awake. “Holy shit.”

Andrew ignored the glass shards that bit into his feet as he strode over to his brother. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I- What the hell, Andrew? You’re bleeding.” Aaron eyed the blood staining the carpet. “We need to get you to Abby’s.”

“Are you hurt?” Andrew asked again, voice firm.

“No,” Aaron insisted. “I’m fine.”

Andrew turned to his cousin, who seemed panicked and worried, but uninjured. The intruder had torn up their dorm, but had left the inhabitants alone. He walked back to his nightstand, having a sneaking suspicion of what they stole.

The drawer was left open, completely barren. Andrew didn’t own too many small items to cram into the junk drawer just yet, so it wouldn’t have been too unusual. Except for the fact that he had put something in there the night before.

His eyes narrowed, staring at the offending empty space.

“Andrew?” Nicky asked tentatively. He didn’t respond, choosing instead to grasp his pill bottle from where it had been pushed onto the floor and dry-swallowing his first dose of the day.

It was time to shed light on the shadow. Hopefully it would disappear.

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6/- Favorite TV Shows: LOST

“Do you really think all this is an accident? That we, a group of strangers, survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence? Especially this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.”