#we post

Rooftop friendship: Mini skirt

Feelings I’ve realized: Poofy shorts (with mini cage skirt on top? still primarily shorts)

Between feelings and reality: Seems to be shorter skirt on a dress? No costume for 3dmvs with this one so I’m using my intuition I fear

A moment’s rest: Dress (medium)

Reverse Hermit: pant legging things with skirtlet thing??? it’s weird. Mainly pants.

After parties that became a regular thing: Poofy shorts

Making chocolates with children: Legging on right leg, shorts on left leg, with similar situation to Feelings I’ve Realized with a cape-ish skirt thing. For statistics’ & simplicity’s sake, Leggings

Smell you later!: Dress (medium-short)

No Need to be Afraid: Dress (with leggings, short dress)

What gave me courage: Shorts

Solitus Utopia: Dress (medium-long)

Retail Therapy: Poofy shorts with suit coat tail like things making it look like a skirt? Hard to describe. Simply: Poofy Shorts

The Only words I can convey: Shorts, skirt MAYBE visible? Mostly oversized sweater, if anything. I am calling it shorts, but it is odd, so make your own judgement

Perfect presentation: Skirt

A detour with just the two of us: Shorts (again with long coattails though)

You’ve gotta come with me!: Dress (medium)

Encouraged by kindness: Dress (short)

I wanted to tell you in person: Dress (short, with leggings)

It’s All Over: Dress (short, very poofy)

Spilled feelings: Dress (long) (longest yet, actually, below the knee!)

Donuts and peace: Skirt

Guiding you to cuteness: Shorts (with more like transparent coattails?)

The tomorrow I paint, just the way I am: Dress (long-medium)

Capturing one’s best smile: Leggings

Images for ones with odd descriptions/I was hesitant to label

Quick stats for the other card rarities without 3d costumes I can observe

Birthday art: 3 dress, 1 skirt

3 stars: 2 skirts, 3 dresses (one poofy, one flowy, one somewhere in between), 1 poofy shorts, 1 not visible at all

2 stars: 2 skirt, 6 dress, 1 pants, dress? with leggings??? 1, skirt/shorts hybrid??? I have no idea 1, pants with long jacket so it could be shorts I don’t know 1

1 star: school uniform

Exceptions/complicated, make your own judgement

Lu steps into the frame, her movements unhurried. There's a water bottle in one hand, and you watch as she kneels behind Shepard, pulling his head into her lap. His face contorts, lips moving as if he's trying to speak, but Lu hushes him, opening the bottle and trickling water into his mouth. It's almost tender, or it would be if you didn't know the whole story. The things Shepard has done. The things done to him in turn.

Lu reaches for one of the man's hands and begins to unwind the duct tape there. You can't help wince as his mangled hand is revealed, bit by bit, and the way Lu crinkles her nose isn't lost on you. The wounds there are clearly infected. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if every wound he's accumulated is infected. His body has finally weakened enough to let the decay in.

Shepard whimpers pitifully as Lu prods at one of the oozing wounds on his palm.

“Your hand is rotting,” she says simply. “I imagine other things are rotting as well.”

You take in a little too much of his ruined hand—the congealed blood, the dead flesh, the stuff oozing out of it—and let out a shudder.

“They will need to be removed,” Lu continues. “I knew it would come eventually.”

“No…” Shepard says, the word hardly audible. “N… no. It… they'll heal. They can—”

“They can't.” Lu lays his arm on his chest. “There is no healing from this, Victor. Your hands were as good as gone the moment the drill kissed them.”

“No,” he says again. 

“I knew you'd hate this. That this would be the thing to destroy you.” A tired smile pulls at her lips. “You took my hand and more, but I survived it. I got stronger. I don't think the same will be said for you.” She caps the water bottle and stands, leaving a whimpering Shepard behind.

“You've never been anything but a weapon. If your means of killing, hurting, moving, are gone, what is left of you? A broken blade. Not even sharp enough to cut fruit.”

“Please,” Shepard says. “Please… you can't, please.”

Lu scoffs. “Don't be a fool. The fever will kill you.”

“Let it,” he begs. “Let it, let it, please, just let me die, please—” His voice breaks as she kneels beside him once more, a syringe in her hand.

“Lu, please—”

“You had so many opportunities to be more than you are, didn't you? All of them thrown away. If I do this, there will still be a choice, but I don't think you will take it. No, I know you won't.”

“I'm sorry.” It's almost a sob. “I'm sorry, Lu, I'm sorry.”

“No you aren't,” she says, plunging the needle into his neck and depressing the plunger. “You're just afraid.”

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