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((Wow, I miss Mass Effect/Bioware. Now that I’m (mostly) through Andromeda, I think it might be safe to come back?))

#xo abi has the deck #maybe?

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((I may or may not have recieved my N7 athletic shirt in the mail yesterday. And when my omni-tool comes, I will have the basis for a decent closet cosplay of Shepard. Win. Just need approproate pants, and one of those thigh-purses...))

#xo abi has the deck

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My aesthetic: characters who only call each other by their last name unless one of them gets hurt or is in trouble

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Kaidan holding his baby for the first time and tearing up because he’s reminded of all the times he was alone and convinced he’d never have an actual family with Shepard makes me feel many feelings

#throw me out a window rIGHT NOW #something that will probably NEVER HAPPEN TO ELIZABETH #GDI #i'll let you set the pace : i'm not thinking straight : what are you waiting for? (shep+kaidan) #you are in my heart : the miles keep us apart (ship)

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Send 👏 if you would like to discuss / plot a pre-established relationship with me.

#doesn't need to be romantic #probably wouldn't be with Liz anyway #THE MOST demisexual #demiromantic #she's jus tlike #naaaahhh

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   The edges of her mouth twitched into a smile that she very quickly quelled. With a quick shake of her head, however, she approached the Quarian to inspect her work. Shepard was not surprised by how fine Tali’s designs were. She had the steadiest hands of anyone on the Normandy (save herself and Garrus, but Elizabeth very much doubted either of them had ever held a paintbrush).

   Glancing up at Tali, Shepard nodded approvingly before asking, “Any significance?”

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“Oh, Commander Shepard! Don’t mind me. I’m just…trying to spruce up my gun. This is taking longer than I thought though.”  

         Probably because she was taking          her delicate time to paint small purple          swirls over the white bits. It’d make the          swirls all the more noticeable. 

Besides she needed to do something to distract herself, no matter how silly it may seem at the time.

#ausanzug #totally cool dude!!! #thanks for writing it!

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((I may have pre-ordered the omni-blade from Bioware...))

#xo abi has the deck #just gotta have a job by the time comes to pay for it #didn't plan on getting fired

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#the music in my head : drowning out what wants me dead (soundtrack)

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   She doesn’t want to talk. She doesn’t want to touch. She just... doesn’t want to be alone. But pity is a poison she cannot imbibe, especially when she does not deserve it. Murderers don’t deserve pity. The word sends a shiver down her spine. Her hands grip each other harder, joints cracking under the strain.

   Murderer.

   Of course, she’s killed people before. Hundreds. And soldiers have died under her command. Dozens of them. This was... different, though. If you would ask her, she wouldn’t answer you how. There was no real way for her to describe it, and besides, words weren’t really her strong suit.

   She sits in the relative silence of the cargo hold. The whirring of the engines a constant she could neither ignore nor avoid, but she is otherwise undisturbed. Elizabeth brings her eyes up for a moment, but can’t bring herself to look at any of the Gunnery Chief’s few belongings that lie scattered on the table. Her head falls into her hands and she draws her fingers through her hair. Tears sting at her eyes, but she is far too well-trained in holding them at bay.

   She made a choice. Was it the right one? Yes, given the options she was given. Even so, Shepard couldn’t help but wish she’d been able to switch places with Ashley. Maybe if she hadn’t let Alenko near the bomb, maybe if she’d sent him with Ashley in the first place, maybe...

   There’s a clang, and Shepard’s head snaps up towards the sound. Maybe she wasn’t so alone after all.

#what i do : will be done to me (me1) #post-virmire depression man #it's a thing #starter #it's open I guess? #for anyone that would be appropriate

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It’s only forever Not long at all

#this is not the underground i was looking for #but having found it #i can't NOT reblog it

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Anyone interested in interacting with a independent blue fem!Hawke from Bioware’s Dragon Age 2, should give this a rebagel or a like! Multi-verse, multi-ship, selective, 21+. Blog est. 2/2014. Any questions, just ask! Thanks!

#also me #whaddya know

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You took your hits with the  b r u i s e s  on the soles of your feet, well who’s to say if they’re deserved? But you’re turning reckless now, I heard you saying    t h r o u g h   y o u r   t e e t h, that you’ll take them down first. But I saw you flinch, when the doctors got their claws in you. I saw your smile start to crack. It’s not so funny when y o u ’ r e   s u n k and there ain’t nothing you can do when your options are all d e a d   e n d s.

#mass effect rp #video game rp #dragon age rp #star wars rp #uncharted rp #xo abi has the deck #i was gonna just reblog it #but the images weren't working??

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((My presence today brought to you by: Me watching Guardians of the Galaxy and Star Wars Episode VII today!! Horrayyy!!))

#xo abi has the deck #i'm the worst #lol #so fickle

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Synonyms for "I love you".

"Did you eat enough today?"

"Are you still hungry?"

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you need me to spend the night?"

"My phone will be right by my pillow."

"Call me, please."

"Your smile is beautiful."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."

"I've got your back."

"I appreciate what you do for me."

"Don't forget to buckle up."

"Put the phone away while you're driving."

"Call me when you get there."

"Thank you."

#missives directives and a whole lot of junk mail (memes) #lol mostly saving this #so i can reblog it where someone might actually say one #lmao

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New

   She notices it first in her arms. Then later, in her cabin, she sees it in her abdomen as she undresses, then her legs. She walks slowly to the bathroom, controlling her pace because she knows that she could tear the door off the wall if she’d let herself. Face to face with it now, staring blankly in the mirror, she feels as though she could cry. In fact, she just might.

    It’s not right. She shouldn’t be here. And yet, those are certainly her eyes blinking back at her; but can she really say it is her? Her mind is still her own, so far as she can tell, but her body...

    It’s new.

   Carefully she lifts a hand, running fingers that had previously been well worn and calloused over the fresh, satiny surface of her cheeks. There had been scars before. Looking down at her arms again, she felt a little strange mourning the compound fractures and life-threatening injuries she now bore no evidence of. Surely, it would not take her long to mar the seemingly perfect canvas Miranda had worked her technological magic on. Shepard was many things (or had been), but gentle had never been one of them. To herself least of all.

   There was a hollow feeling in her gut. Gone was the streak of white skin on her thigh from the fires of the Blitz. Missing, the tightened spot on her left forearm where she’d literally lost a chunk of her flesh in the line of duty. Perhaps the oddest, were the oldest. Neat pockmarks from a dog bite when she was 11, the gash on her skin from when she was 5, even the scar from hitting her chin on the coffee table in her parent’s living room had disappeared.

   It felt strangely as though her entire personal history had vanished. Replaced by the perfection of the ideal soldier and hero that Cerberus seemed to want her to be. She remembered all of them, every incident, every accident, even injury and wound, but some part of her couldn’t help but wonder: ... if there’s no evidence, did any of it really happen at all?

   Struggling to meet her own gaze, Elizabeth turned sharply away from the mirror and exited the bathroom. Her pulse had risen, her breathing heavy, and yet she felt strangely calm, rather like she was poised over a body of water, perfectly serene, and holding a bomb.

   Miranda would say that her new existence was a gift, and not to use it lightly, is she would ask. But she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to be called a “gift” if what she felt like was a monster.

#i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory (me2) #drabbling #drabbles #femshep #idk i thought it would be weird #her scars definitely would not have survived the damage that had been done to her body

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Sounds like you want to dissect me in a lab somewhere.

#liara plz

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bioticiisms:

                        “  ————  why are you looking at me like that  ?  ”

    “Somehow your priorities surprised me, is all. But then again, no, they don’t.”

#bioticiisms