Thieving Hippo

Thanks to syzara's great find, the ME face code converter, I decided to try it out with Sonya. 

First three photos are the new Sonya. The last is the old code. I think they’re pretty darn similar, but there are some subtle differences. But this only means one thing. 

Time for a new run through. And no importing a ME1 Shepard. Brand new spanking new Sonya Shepard. It will be glorious.

Happy Anniversary to Me!

I checked something in Origin this morning and I saw that I downloaded the Mass Effect trilogy to my computer exactly a year ago today. 

I didn’t actually start playing until early May (thanks to swtor and the expansion that came out around that time) but I remember watching a bunch of youtube videos after I installed the game and basically becoming obsessed with Garrus.

If you would have told me a year ago that I still would be playing Mass Effect, that I would have started writing fic again after a six year break, that I would have made such wonderful friends who mean the world to me, I would never have believed it.

So thank you. Thank you to all of you. To the ones that wrote fic that captivated me in the beginning and made me think ‘maybe I could start writing…’ (Here’s looking at theherocomplex’s Ghost, Ghost, I Know you Live Within Me and tarysande’s A Handful of Dust plus so many more it’s impossible to list them all.)

Thank you to everyone who has liked or reblogged any of the sound clips I’ve posted. Seeing those notes, especially when I was going through some tough times, made me realize that I’m truly not alone out there.

Thank you to anyone who has read, liked or commented on any of the fics that I’ve written. No one likes to think they’re writing in a void, and your likes or page views mean everything.

I have been so incredibly lucky to find this corner of fandom and to find such amazing people to celebrate this universe with. Thank you all!

So when I got home this evening, I hopped right onto my computer to catch what was left of the swtor double xp weekend. Got a screenshot that I wanted to share. 
It took me a minute to realize what seemed sort of… different in this picture. And then it hit me. Look at Quinn. Really look at him. That is as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him. He’s actually leaning on a console. 
This is from a cutscene and right before, he was even talking with his hands, looking animated. I’m going to have to figure out some headcanon about that conversation. I want to know why he looks so calm when there’s an armed squadron coming to kill them!

So when I got home this evening, I hopped right onto my computer to catch what was left of the swtor double xp weekend. Got a screenshot that I wanted to share. 

It took me a minute to realize what seemed sort of… different in this picture. And then it hit me. Look at Quinn. Really look at him. That is as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him. He’s actually leaning on a console. 

This is from a cutscene and right before, he was even talking with his hands, looking animated. I’m going to have to figure out some headcanon about that conversation. I want to know why he looks so calm when there’s an armed squadron coming to kill them!

theherocomplex:

pandasize:

I blame theherocomplex, servantofclio, and probablylostrightnow for bringing this Mass Effect mermaid AU to life.

NOPE

I have the strangest friends. It’s so beautiful.

theherocomplex:

pandasize:

I blame theherocomplex, servantofclio, and probablylostrightnow for bringing this Mass Effect mermaid AU to life.

NOPE

I have the strangest friends. It’s so beautiful.

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Oh it will be, Quinn. Oh, it will be…

Oh it will be, Quinn. Oh, it will be…

So thank you all for putting up with the Sonya Shepard spam! All the screenshots have been posted. My 24 hours of Shepard are over. 

And I completely failed at drunken drabbles this evening. Still a bit drunk, but writing and me are fighting right now. I’ll get the ones I missed this weekend. 

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late!
— The Byrds, Turn, Turn, Turn lyrics
 

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones

A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace

A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time for love, a time for hate

A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late!

— The Byrds, Turn, Turn, Turn lyrics

 

As she took what she thought were her final steps, she didn’t think of the order she followed (destroy the Reapers) but of the one she didn’t (come back alive).
She hoped someday he would forgive her.

As she took what she thought were her final steps, she didn’t think of the order she followed (destroy the Reapers) but of the one she didn’t (come back alive).

She hoped someday he would forgive her.

When I die
I don’t want to rest in peace
I want to dance in joy
I want to dance in the graveyards, the graveyards
And while I’m alive
I don’t want to be alone
Mourning the ones who came before
I want to dance with them some more
Let’s dance in the graveyards
— Delta Rae, Dance in the Graveyards lyrics

When I die

I don’t want to rest in peace

I want to dance in joy

I want to dance in the graveyards, the graveyards

And while I’m alive

I don’t want to be alone

Mourning the ones who came before

I want to dance with them some more

Let’s dance in the graveyards

— Delta Rae, Dance in the Graveyards lyrics

Anonymous said: shepard giving grunt hella stuff to eat because she feels really bad about leaving him to die in that cave.

"Here," Eve said, handing Shepard a bowl of what looked to be a hearty stew. "Your yeoman makes this daily for me, Mordin’s orders, but I think your friend could use it more."

Shepard looked down, feeling the warmth from the bowl spread throughout her fingers and deep into her palms. “What is it?”

"It’s called Korvat," Eve said. "Battlemasters make this for their warriors when they are wounded."

Shepard looked into the darkened windows of the medbay, seeing only Grunt’s outline. “Battlemasters?” she asked, biting her lip. She should have never left him behind.

"Wrex told me the story, how you let him out of his tank. I was on Tuchanka when you and he killed the Thresher Maw," Eve said. Shepard had to look down at the floor under the shaman’s gaze. "This is a tradition thousands of years old. I’m sure it would have been imprinted on him."

Bringing up the bowl close to her nose, Shepard took a deep breath. It smelled surprisingly good. “Thank you,” Shepard said, with a crisp nod.

Just as Shepard was about to open the medbay doors, Eve said, “Generally the stew is accompanied by a story, to distract from the pain.”

"Understood," Shepard said, clutching the bowl and the large spoon Eve had given her.

With a deep breath, Shepard entered the medbay. Mordin stood in his corner while Doctor Chakwas stood next to Grunt, omni-tool out. “Report, Doctor?” Shepard asked.

"Ask him yourself," Chakwas said, her smile soft. "He will be fine, Shepard. Right now, he needs rest."

"Korvat?" Mordin asked.

Shepard glanced over at him. “Yes, Eve said it would help.”

Mordin nodded before going back to his console.

"Shepard?" a groggy voice asked. Grunt sighed and tried to sit up.

"Hey, Grunt," Shepard said, moving so she stood next to him. "Got some Korvat for you."

Grunt sniffed as he put a pillow behind his head. “Smells good.”

"Heard you might like it," Shepard said, bringing a spoonful to his mouth. Grunt obediently opened his mouth while Shepard fed him a bit. He swallowed thoughtfully, then opened his mouth for more.

Shepard grinned, her guilt easing slightly as she fed him another bite. “I ever tell you about the time I killed a Thresher Maw on foot?”