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At first I went, “Oh, I’ll make a nice little scene with Mordin on the beach”

But then I remembered that I was in Gmod, and members of the Normandy riding a giant shark whilst Thane swims amongst a school of hanar as Mordin is watching was born instead.

And here’s the shark dance party up close:

I wonder what other people use Gmod for.

(Source: dokiloki)

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countupyoursins:

This is canon.

countupyoursins:

This is canon.

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niuniente:

Mister Gentleman Legion. I imagine him being a servant type of a gentleman who always looks for ways to help and serve Shepard. 
The gentleman Legion idea came for me from Noobawan’s photoshop of “Mass Effect tea time”. Thanks Noobawan!

niuniente:

Mister Gentleman Legion. I imagine him being a servant type of a gentleman who always looks for ways to help and serve Shepard. 

The gentleman Legion idea came for me from Noobawan’s photoshop of “Mass Effect tea time”. Thanks Noobawan!

(Source: bunny-teefs)

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i noticed you have a piece of N7 armor welded to you. where did you get it?
…it was yours

(Source: kaburagi)

(Source: surranas)


LOL UHHHHH YEAH I DREW LEGION AS A PERSON FOR FUNSIES
HE HAS REACHED CONSENSUS.

LOL UHHHHH YEAH I DREW LEGION AS A PERSON FOR FUNSIES

HE HAS REACHED CONSENSUS.

(Source: commanderballsshepard)

spicyshimmy:

stonelions:

We are Legion. 

ah, lovely. ghostly. that center of bright light, a spark, an essence, that’s in some way spiritual. and it stands against the shadows of doubt and blurry uncertainty, cluttered memory and fragmented databytes. it’s possible to hear a question in the inclination of metal, somehow, and also the answer. what are we; what we are. 

spicyshimmy:

stonelions:

We are Legion. 

ah, lovely. ghostly. that center of bright light, a spark, an essence, that’s in some way spiritual. and it stands against the shadows of doubt and blurry uncertainty, cluttered memory and fragmented databytes. it’s possible to hear a question in the inclination of metal, somehow, and also the answer. what are we; what we are.