After Torfan, everyone starts looking at Hannah Shepard a little differently—but no one more than Hannah herself.
YES MORE SHEPARD ORIGIN STORIES
… have I mentioned my love of Shepard origin stories? Yeah. And this one is great. Dark and painful and actually made me catch my breath a couple of times, but great. I especially love the use of POV here, and the way it gives us a unique view of Shepard. Lovely work.
This is a great exploration of a Shepard background that doesn’t get a lot of attention (the Ruthless origin) and it has fantastic mother-daughter stuff, too.
*Mass Effect Trilogy
*DA:I fan creations (fan art, fanfic)
I will follow everyone back, this is my new blog and I need some blogs to follow c:
Mass Effect, Dragon Age 1 and 2,…
Mass Effect, DA:O
Delenn, drawn in PS.
Susan Ivanova and Marcus Cole (Babylon 5)
We (Mod E, Mod C, and Mod L) created this blog to pull our favorite pairing into a positive space. This blog will be run for a sole purpose—to give amazing fanfiction the exposure it deserves.
Each month we will showcase an exemplary fic and author that…
“Don’t hold back! Give it all you have! Show me a nice strong warp! Beat the f-fancy boys!”
The sounds of detonations.
“You there, Bellarmine! Try harder!”
“But I’m doing my best, ma’am!”
“Not you, Seanne, your brother over there! You do that in a real fight, Reiley, your candy ass gets handed over! Understood?”
“Now, all of you! A barrier for thirty seconds, then on my mark, shock them with all you have!”
Jack’s countdown on the background of strained breathing, and then a concentrated biotic blast causes the loudspeakers to clunk. The clunk is followed by loud cheering. “We destroyed them! Psychotic biotics! Yeah!”
“You beat them alright but you panted like krogans in- uh – “. Cough. “And, Prangley, that barrier was weak! That last round almost got through, and these are just puffy soft balls! You wouldn’t be such a cutie any more if some real stuff smacked you!”
Several girls giggle, and Kahlee feels her corners turn up. Poor Jason has probably turned all red to match his hair, and his "Yes, ma’am" lacks the usual enthusiasm.
Turning down the volume, Kahlee sits back to watch the students forming pairs for the next exercise while Jack, her eyes shining, goes from pair to pair to administer praise and tongue lashing in equal measure.
They are eating from her hand.
Despite all her initial misgivings, Kahlee has to admit that the risky choice of the new biotic teacher has turned out to be exactly what the students needed to become fully committed to the training.
That’s what full commitment usually inspires, after all.
"What would you live for if son died?"
you asked, and I never replied
though I just knew
that you wanted to hear “you”
but that was so no more true
so I said nothing, just cried.
I wonder, had I complied,
could we’ve been saved by lie?
I feared so many pointless things
Yet never feared that you might leave
I took you for my solid ground
In a black swamp growing deep.
Why did I have to almost drown
to see the ground was there no longer?
That I was stuck in shifting sands
and fearing only shadows?
I wore the very dress
when I was pregnant
the very flat heels,
and the wedding ring
didn’t fit my finger then.
So hopeful I was,
for that new life.
The swell of my belly
is merely fat these days
and the ring lies forgotten
yet, still hopeful I am
for a new life beginning.