Stray children taught the ways of foul sorcery, their bodies mutated through blasphemous ritual. Sent to fight monsters, though they could not distinguish good from evil. The flicker of humanity long extinguished within them.

After a severe skiing accident, I find myself right smack in the middle of the Mass Effect universe with no idea on how I got here. Only problem, I'm nine years too early. Will I survive what's to come? Only time will tell. Self-Insert.

Pure fluffy, random snap shots of Shepard enjoying her little blue children with Liara post Reaper defeat.