A Day in the Epilogue2196 CE, RannochMore Like This
Shepard dreamed of long elevator rides.
He lay sprawled on his side, using his outstretched arm for a pillow. Tali slept with her back against his chest, her hand resting on the muscular limb he had curled around her waist. Their tangled feethis five toed and long, hers small with three toes, peeked out from the end of the blanket.
The early morning silence was broken by the whoosh of the bedroom door sliding open. Three children rushed in. The youngest, a petite girl about three years old with long black hair, hit a button on the wall and the shades on the windows rose to let beams from the orange sun assault the darkness.
Shepard groaned, turning his face into the mattress, trying to block out the light. A grunt escaped him as his sons leapt onto the bed and their knees found his abdomen.
"Dad! Mom! Guess what today is!" One of the boys used the spring in the mattress to bounce in the air and land on h
The Hat Was Never Going To Be A Good IdeaThe hat was never going to be a good idea.More Like This
Max sighed, tossing the black Fedora back on his bed. He stared at it for a moment, realizing that the only way to rid himself of his newly self-inflicted bad luck was to kick his hat out the door. He sighed anew, returning to the mirror, ties in hand in an attempt to make a decision. He was wearing the burgundy tie, but he couldn’t help but wonder if the cerulean would mesh better with his navy suit and leave her parents with a better impression. Maybe they would think of him as more than just the messy-haired kid trying to take their daughter away from them. Giving up, he took off the tie he was wearing and tossed them both on the bed, pausing afterwards to glance at the mirror. Grimacing at the sight of his hair, he smoothed his hand over the stubborn black locks once again.
“Max! Max?” He turned to hear her voice coming from the main hall, “Where are you?”
“In here!” He called back, still try
ArguingThey were never happier than when they were arguing.More Like This
It may have seemed strange to others, but Lucas and Catherine argued all the time. They loved it. It was never malicious or spiteful, there was no intent to hurt one another. It couldn't even be considered arguing, really, more like bickering.
Which was better, the original Battlestar Galactica series, or the new remake?
Who had made a better James Bond, Connery or Brosnan?
Chocolate ice cream or vanilla?
They both won some and lost some, lost some, but the arguments always ended with laughs and an agreement to disagree.
This time would be no different.
"No no no," Lucas waved his hands in front of him to emphasize his disagreement, "Clearly the old ones were better. You can't mess with the classics!"
"They didn't mess with them!" Catherine countered, "They didn't even remake them!"
"They added to them!"
"No no," Catherine waved her finger in a gesture of disapproval, "They added before them. They were
Thanksgiving Thankfulness :DToday is a day to give thanks, so I am going to give thanks to you!More Like This
When I started an account here on dA 10 months ago, I wasn't a very confident person. I relied completely on bases and references for anything I wanted to draw. Then I went through a collage phase, where that was all I would post. Even though I was doing all of these things, I had no focus and was really nervous about posting things and the thought always on my mind was "What if nobody likes it?"
I am pleased to say that I have moved beyond that now and am constantly working to improve my skills, and it's thanks to all of you out there supporting me. Thanks to all of you I have 1, 358 pageviews, my deviations have been favorited a total of 341 times, and I have had 626 comments on my deviations. So I just want to say a huge thank you to all of you reading this and give a small shout out to the deviants who have supported me the most:
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