The moment was frozen in her mind with crystal clarity; the feel of his lips against hers, his strong arms wrapped around her and the smell of his aftershave. –Say Something by @vorchagirl

Commission I did for @vorchagirl. Thank you lovely! 🙂

Shepard’s Boys

kirain:

There’s only so much fight in a person.
Only so much death you can take before you–

Before your friend picks you up, dusts you off, and tells you you’re the best damn soldier he’s ever met. Every fight we’ve seen could’ve been our last. Every bullet we dodged could’ve been the one. Odds don’t matter anymore. This fight has always been ours to finish.

I want you to know that no matter what happens, you’ve been a champion to the krogan people, a friend of Clan Urdnot, and a sister to me. To every krogan born after this day, the name “Shepard” will mean “hero”.

Had to be me. Someone else might’ve gotten it wrong.

I’ve never been part of a team. I’m learning the virtues of facing death with others at your side.

Thank you, Shepard. You gave me purpose. Now let’s find something big to kill.

Our scepticism was misplaced. Thank you.

Thank you, Commander. For letting the last voice of the Protheans speak. It has been a privilege.

Almost thought you weren’t going to make it, Shepard. Glad I was wrong.

Shepard, when this mess is over, drinks are on me. Be safe out there.

You know, I’m not sure that I’ve been wrong about Cerberus … but I’ve been wrong about you. I need you to know that I’ll never doubt you again. I’ve got your back.

It’s been an honour serving with you, Shepard.

Getting you to the ground alive is a responsibility I wouldn’t trust to anyone else.

I came on this ship firmly believing humanity was on its own in the galaxy. Shepard brought all these aliens on board, and there’s no way we could have accomplished what we did without them. I am proud to say I’d die for any member of this crew, regardless of what world they were born on.

This wasn’t a victory by a single fleet, a single army, or even a single species. If this war has taught us anything, it is that we are at our strongest when we work together.

Can’t wait to see what the hell you make us do next. It’s been a good ride.

You did good, child. You did good. I’m proud of you.

garrus:

I love how shep calls herself lola asdfghjk

demi-pixellated:

Citadel DLC, Probably
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You can’t convince me for a single second that the Normandy Crew knows Shepard’s name.

plasmarifles:

_{“You’re a good man, and a terrific soldier.”}

commanderlurker:

“You served with Shepard.” Awe. James is
practically a god in this kid’s eyes. He feels like a giant, too his chest
puffed out with pride. But the kid is no kid. He’s a grunt again, just like
James, in Rio, dragging his ass through mud to get that first N. But James
served with Shepard so N1’s easy. He’s been through worse.

“You served with Shepard.” Spite. James grins,
gives a nod and a damn right. Wrong answer. He’s lugging 20kg more than
the others through the mud; out doing laps in the rain till his feet are
nothing but blisters; stripping down firearms and setting them back up again
and again and again. N2 could’ve been easier. That’ll teach him for
being cocky.

“You served with Shepard?” Disbelief. “Tell us
a story then, Vega.” They’re huddled together in the dark, sitting in
mud–where else. On a different planet for a change. He tells his squad about
the time Shepard took down a reaper on foot. They don’t believe him. He tells
them about the time Shepard summoned a fucking thresher maw to take down a
reaper. They don’t believe him. He tells them about Shepard’s model ship
collection. They laugh so hard Alder almost pisses herself. N3’s when James
discovers nihilism.

“You served with Shepard.” Wary. Like it’s a
curse. The Asari steps back into the shadows. “Not sure I should be talking to
you.” Damn, he thought the name drop would work in his favour. Shit, he needs
this intel. N4’s been all about intel. Espionage, interviews, code-breaking,
eavesdropping. But what this situation calls for now is some good old fashioned
begging. N4 puts a dent in his pride.

“You served with Shepard?” Mockery. “Well I don’t
give a fuck.” James stands tall and straight and keeps his mouth shut. His
commander pushes him harder than the others. Way harder. And this ain’t no mud
mission, either. He almost dies–twice–but he gets the job done because that’s
what he’s good at. N5’s a well-timed reminder in what it means to be the best.

“You served with Shepard.” Determined. “Shepard
taught you everything you need to know, Vega. All this shit so far? All that
dragging your ass through mud and those suicidal spacewalks? Academic. You got
this. You got this.” The face staring back in the mirror still didn’t
look convinced. “Shepard thought you could lead again. You gonna let the
Commander down?” He shakes his head. No fucking way. Then, because he’s
James Vega, he flexes and kisses his guns. He was a leader before he completed
the mission. Took ‘till N6 for him to believe it.

“You served with Shepard.” Grief. Even after all
these years. James winces as Kaidan hugs him. His head’s pounding from too many
celebratory shots last night. Back stings from the newly inked N7 between his shoulder
blades. “You know what that means.” Tears prick James’ eyes. He wipes them
away, smearing his hand on his crisp dress blues. He goes down the line,
hugging everyone from the Normandy who’d been able to come to the
graduation. Then he’s at the end of the line and there’s only one thing left to
do. He blows out a deep breath, rubs the N7 badge on his chest, and walks onto
his ship.

“I served with Shepard.” He looks around his
cabin, runs his fingers over the desk, the fish tank, the walls, the bed. “And
look at me now.” He grins and falls back. Dios. The bed is a lot
harder than it looks.

skyllianhamster:

Combat sketching with Shep and James

Also some betting happening in the background

dangoblr:

I just want to see Garrus blushed