Elly Shepard did an amazing job on my commission of Garrus with my Anora Shepard. She’s such a talented artist & super nice to work with! I love it so much! Their faces! The colors! The little eel in the background!
She also did little pixel portraits of them both. Which are too cute for words.
Seriously. She is awesome.
-I even got to indulge my silly head cannon about Anora knowing how to play a violin- even though it looks like she’s just using it to give Garrus a hard time ;)
Found a little fledgling hanging out in the hedge near my front door this morning. So cute! Mom was scolding me till I went back inside. (The bird’s mom, not mine!)
I finally got around to playing dragon age 2! Here’s my Rose Hawke & Fenris. I don’t know how it happened. I was planning on romancing Merrill!
Here are my incredibly nerdy D&D valentines I drew for my boyfriend. My favorite is Vecna.
The Secret of Kells - early production design
One of my favorite films!
She is my favorite bit about Doctor Who.
I finally got around to drawing my Anora Shepard enjoying a down moment. Garrus seems a little tied up though.
I think my favorite part is her the fish tank.
Listeners, let’s take a moment to discuss measurement
martzi13 said: I'd really like to see a "Paint Me" prompt!
When Shepard cleared her throat, Garrus glanced up from his work to find a package thrust abruptly under his nose. It was carefully wrapped in heavy blue paper and bound with gold ribbons. Some kind of decorative bow sat in the center, and he felt his stomach sink.
“It’s not my birthday,” he said.
“Is it one of those human holidays? I, uh, I didn’t know.”
Shepard smiled a lopsided smile he’d have pegged as nervous if it were creasing any other face. She jostled the package and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Can’t a girl give her boyfriend a present for no reason?”
And then she laughed. Nervously. Definitely nervously.
“Oh, just open it. It’s probably stupid.”
The large box was oddly heavy. Too big to be a mod. Not the right shape to be a gun. He turned it over in his hands, trying to make sense of it. He shook it once. The contents shifted back and forth, but gave him no clues. He glanced up in time to catch the fondness of Shepard’s expression. When he began to carefully peel back the paper, Shepard laughed a more genuine laugh. “You can rip it. Ripping the paper’s half the present.”
He flicked his mandibles skeptically, but had to admit there was something pleasing about the carnage of torn paper. He saved the bow. And the ribbons.
He wasn’t used to seeing her so anticipatory. Or anxious. She stared at the box on his lap as if staring could force it to open on its own. Mostly to tease her, he lifted the lid very slowly, and then he froze as he realized what the package contained. “Oh,” he said, speechless. She’d crammed the box full of art supplies. Pencils, different-sized pads of paper, a dozen brushes, three different collections of paints.
“I didn’t know how serious you were,” she explained, spreading her hands wide and shrugging helplessly. “You can tell me if you—”
“Shepard.” His voice cracked a little on the last syllable of her name; she didn’t appear to notice.
“I know the middle of the war’s probably no time for taking up a new hobby, but I passed this shop the last time we were on the Citadel, and if you were joking you don’t have to—”
“Shepard,” he repeated, firmly enough to stop her mid-rush. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
She blinked at him, smiling with obvious pleasure, cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. Rose and cream. He could start there.
As projects went, capturing the exact shade of her delight was, he decided, a worthy one. Better than Reaper blood any day.
Tarysande wrote this lovely prompt for me a while back and I just wanted to say how much I love it! Here’s a terrible doodle of what I picture the aftermath to be, which is just Shepard hovering over Garrus’ shoulder calibration style while he tries to paint. (its a picture of Palaven BTW)