Kat's Fandom Blog

Musing on games I'm playing and posting screenshots. Currently playing Mass Effect Andromeda, and Dragon Age Inquisition.

[writingmayhem]

Here is all the dumb egg gifs I have so far.  Do with them what you will.

[destinyapostasy]

I will do them. As I will.

[ladyred-art]

A morning with Solas.

Welcome to “have another wip because I don’t have time to finish this but people want naked Solas.jpg.”. I’m so sorry.

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[apostatehobolife]

*feat. carefully positioned hands*….

[artkatfan]

Alec Ryder: You can't die! I'm a terrible father, so the kids need their mom!

Ellen Ryder: Well, you could always try, you know, actually being a good father.

Alec Ryder: ...Okay, so that's one idea. But hear me out, how about instead of that, I conduct illegal AI research to try and save your life?

Ellen Ryder: ......

[shepplo]

… i really like twins aus ok

[shepplo]

Ryder twins ftw, but what about Shepard twins?

[feynites]

Solas: I took my girlfriend to a secluded lagoon for an important romantic conversation.

Jaal: I did that as well! Was your lagoon a verdant, tropical paradise?

Solas: No… no, it was more temperate in climate. And there may have been wyverns nesting in it at some point. And… it might also have been located near to a notorious massacre site.

Jaal: …I see. Well, location is not everything! I am certain she appreciated the heartfelt confession of your true feelings!

Solas: She did. Or at least, she seemed to, though it was a little awkward when I explained to her that her facial tattoos were age-old slave markings…

Jaal: …Mm. A… difficult conversation, I would imagine.

Solas: Yes. But, she handled it remarkably well. And the kiss afterwards is one I will remember for all my days.

Jaal: Oh, that is good to hear! I was beginning to-

Solas: If only I had not been forced to end things, shortly thereafter. I was overcome. I misjudged too many factors. Let myself be swept way. It was selfish, foolish, and I broke both of our hearts.

Jaal: …

Solas: …

Jaal: …So. To be clear. You… took your special partner to a wyvern-infested swamp, insulted her culture, kissed her, and then broke up with her?

Solas: …Yes.

Jaal: …And this woman… she still speaks to you?

Solas: When she can.

Jaal: Remarkable.

[whimsicalragnarok]

I want this to be canon.

[pathfindersemail]

“Are you fucking insane!?” reyder?

I’m sorry this was so late! 

But as requested, Scott x Reyes ficlet! I hope I did them justice D:

Sunrise in the Badlands had a rather special flair for Scott. For one, the uniformly cobalt blue of Kadara’s horizon seemed unfazed by the pinkish glow of a sunrise whispering against the trailing darkness of night. The air had a biting and crisp coolness so typical of a planet with a thinner stratosphere. He breathed it in, letting the frigid air blister against the heat of his lungs. At one hundred percent viability, the sulfurous lakes were no longer so dangerously sulfurous, but instead almost purified save for the ossified detritus hovering on the lake’s surface. Reyes ambled about the jagged shoreline, stopping short of a stalagmite formation barring further passage.

“No,” came Scott’s chiding response. He shook his head with something of an incredulous grin. “No way we’re doing this.” 

“Relax,” Reyes countered, stressing the final syllable with a cavalier tone. “I tested it just yesterday.” His hands already fiddled around for his vest as if the question hanging in the air had already been answered.

“Are you fucking insane!?” Scott shook his head and lay flat palm over his forehead. “Wait… please don’t answer that.” He planted his feet firmly on the ground as if his own stubbornness could somehow move an otherwise immovable object.

Reyes merely chuckled. Almost rid entirely of his accouterments, he quirked a brow as he motioned to remove the rest of his clothing. “Suit yourself,” he said shrugging.

The Pathfinder, on the other hand, for once found himself timid. “Yeah I’d rather not have my skin melted off?” 

Given his penchant for pithy retorts, Scott half expected Reyes to counter, but he instead maintained a tight lipped grin as his eyes focused in the other direction - to the now glittering waves of the lake before them. His torso was bare, reddened by dawn’s copperish hue. He stood as if mesmerized by the gentle lull of a waveless shore. “Gorgeous isn’t it?” His words were muted into a breathless whisper.

“Now where have I heard that before?” Scott remained a short distance behind, watching as Govorkam’s star cast small shadows over the grooves and scars of Reyes’s back. An incoming breeze seemed to goad him further, closer to the jagged peaks jutting into the waters.

“There was a time,” Reyes began, “when my family lived by the water.” He kept his gaze off to the distance, as if endlessly hypnotized by the other side.

Scott ambled closer, almost brushing shoulders with him. “You never told me about your family,” he spoke with gentille caution, as if afraid that the mere acknowledgment would cause the more elusive man to clam up and to never speak of it again.

But much to his surprise, Reyes simply sighed - an exhalation that sang of relief rolling from his shoulders. “It was a long time ago. I was very different then.” A look of resolve left lines on his face. One could only glimpse a trace of the devilish smile that was once there. An air of contemplation seemed to hold sway, and the idleness of the following moments had both men staring lost into the cerulean sight of a lake no longer hissing with venomous fumes. Only the sound of undisturbed waters meekly lapping against placid rocks filled the otherwise soundless sunrise. “But enough about me.”

Reyes suddenly hooked an arm around Scott’s waist, pulling him closer. Scott let a low chuckle cut into the dexterous motions as he let himself be swept away. “Aw, but I was just beginning to enjoy you,” he said, proud of the shabby one-liner he barely scraped together in time.

Of course, the cavalier smuggler didn’t mind. In fact, he found it rather amusing. “There’ll be time for that,” he said in a low growl. Reyes pressed his forehead against him, the corner of his mouth brushing against the ridge beneath Scott’s nose. 

Scott could almost laugh. He wondered why, amidst the golden glow of a rising sun as they overlooked a gorgeous lake, they treaded around the delicate motions of a kiss. His impulsiveness got to the best of him, and soon his own hands wrapped around Reyes, waiting to close in.

“Ready?” Reyes suddenly murmured. 

“Wait wha-”

There was barely any time for a reaction when Reyes suddenly tightened his grip around Scott and whipped over the precipice. Suddenly the ground disappeared from his feet, and a breathless cry flitted through his lips. The thrilling weightlessness of the air right before the their bodies felt the tug of gravity made his stomach sink deeper into his body. The high of a free fall whistled low into his ears, and the two hit the brisk slap of a cool water’s now tempestuous surface. Soon all sound plummeted into a void as the clear sanguinary hue of a bright sunrise darkened into bluish depths. Bubbles rose in columns around him, and for a while all Scott could see and feel was Reyes’s hand clinging to his arm.

Scott felt the water push him to the surface, breathing through as he breathed back the cool air in sporadic bursts. “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!” The once rhetorical question found a more sincere iteration in the grave moment of his shock. His arms splashed about, suddenly worried that the very weight of his armor would plunge him back in.

Reyes reappeared thereafter, but more gracefully breaking the surface as he threw his head back in the air. Gentle ripples trailed the swift paddling of his arms. The still panicking Scott scurried through the water after him, still enraged and deathly afraid that his skin would melt off at a moment’s notice.

“Relax,” he teased in a repeated yet nonetheless gentler tone. A slow laughter rolled through his throat in between hitched breaths. “Fun, right?”

The more fatalistic disbelief lining Scott’s face hinted at a much more different concern. “‘Fun’ is the most inaccurate description I can think of right now.” His hands padded against the waves, disturbing the limpid surface as it foamed around him. 

In a few deft strokes, Reyes swam closer and held Scott in a more steadied embrace as they floated aimlessly in the lake. A halcyon breezed seemed to silence the panic of the moment, letting the two catch their breaths so soon after an unexpected dive. “Don’t worry,” he said, in a hoarse yet reassuring voice. “I got you.”

“I hope so because if I-”

A long awaited kiss cut through his terrified words. Scott could feel the warmth of his breath, the softness of Reyes’s mouth as they locked together. Lost in the moment, all he could think about was how never wanted to let go; how the gentle motions of their feet keeping them afloat, and the tightened weave of their hands around each other were the only ways he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Yet all things had to come to an end, however sweet. And as soon as a breath parted their lips, Scott found it in him to offer up a lopsided smile. “You are insane.”

Reyes was usually one for words. They often came as if inspired by the sheer force of his own suave ingenuity. But this time, under full view of a sun basking in the heights of a blue sky, all he could do was hold Scott closer and silence him with another kiss, neither guilty nor innocent of the affectionate accusation.

Thank you for the prompt! 

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[draco-effect]

Reyes x Ryder

[artsyblacksheep]

Oh! Beautiful screenshots!

[allaboutthatreymance]

Drawing by hand

I am so darn mad that digitally coloring takes so long and is darn hard! Grrr!  Did one today with water color pencils and markers today and I’m so tired!  It took a lot of effort and it still needs more work! Grrrrrrrrrr

[neurotrophicfactors]

Started out as a doodle, then I liked where it was going. 

[vorchagirl]

How about Reyes x Sirius and a love bite?

The Jackal and The Bluebird

The storms on Kadara are living creatures. Monsters of power, light, movement, and sound. They tear across the badlands like monstrous beasts, chasing mile high sandstorms ahead of them, their shrieking voices reaching an ear-splitting pitch as they rush through valleys and canyons. They upend shuttles, scatter trucks like playtoys, and have been known to pluck men screaming from the ground; never to be seen again.

Sirius loves the storms. She loves the way they change the landscape. Loves the way the first winds stroke loving fingers against her face, lift tendrils of her hair, and whisper half-heard words into her ears. She loves the way they wrap themselves around the port and blot out the sun, blot out the sky, blot out everything and leave the settlement cocooned in sandy darkness until they pass.

The howling of the wind is intense when she wakes in the night, the beating of the sand against the windows is like that of her own racing heart, and she smiles in the darkness as Reyes tightens his arms around her, sensing she’s awake. The room is cast in inky blackness, and she knows the pinpricks of biotic blue in her eyes are the only source of light. No stars shine for them tonight. No moon. No whirling black hole, or shimmering blanket of endless sky.

Nothing but the monster lurking outside, screaming with fury and raking it’s claws against the port.

But the monster can’t scare the Jackal and the Bluebird.

“She’s angry tonight,” Reyes whispers in her ear, his voice a husky murmur as he slides hands down her body. The pads of his fingers surprisingly soft. Except for his trigger finger. It’s calloused. A killer’s finger, that one.

Sirius shivers and arches against him in the dark. “She’s always angry.”

Her skin tingles as though a gentle current of electricity flows through it as Reyes nibbles along her jaw, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow scraping against her skin. His teeth nip lightly, sending flickers of desire right to her core. It beats in time to the wind outside. To her heartbeat. A thundering roar that fills her from the inside, warm and soft, deep and strong, a need that pulls her along in a tumultuous waves of feeling, sensing, needing.

“Maybe she’s hungry?” Reyes suggests, and his hands sweep lower, along the curve of her hip, the softness of her belly, sweeping upwards towards the graceful swell of her breasts.

Sirius whimpers and drags her nails down his back. She plants a kiss in the hollow of his throat as she tries to catch her breath in the river of desire that has swept her up. A fever has hold of her now. A warmth that is building in her core and spreading through her veins like molten fire; a liquid heat, burning hot.

“Hungry for what?” she asks on a gasp for air.

He laughs, softly, wickedly, and his fingers dig into her waist as the flames burn higher, hotter. His mouth moves to her ear, his breath almost as warm as the fire burning inside of her. “Maybe she’s lonely?”

The wind shrieks, a lonely ghost, and Sirius thinks maybe he’s right.

“Maybe she’s searching for her mate?” she suggests, sliding one long leg between his, the pulsing need within her beating harder and faster at the brush of his erection against her belly. They can weather the storm together, she knows, the jackal running through the sands, and the bluebird soaring in the winds. “Maybe she wants someone to match her fury?”

Reyes’ arms slide around her, pulling her tight, crushing her close, so tight that she can feel the pounding of his heart against his ribs, knows that the river of need has swept him up too. He’s steel and whiskey, the bullet and the gun, all hard muscle, power and control, stacked up against the fury of her biotics. They move through her like the winds of the storm outside. Lonely. Aching. Seeking something to hold on to.

Or someone.

“Her equal?” he asked, pinning her beneath him, the heat between them scorching hot. “Someone to match her passion? Her rage? Her power?”

He punctuates each question with a kiss. His tongue thrusting into her mouth, his hands hard against her soft skin, he seems to almost eat her alive each time he places his mouth on hers. Sirius can barely think. Can barely form a coherent word. But she chokes one out amongst the pounding feelings Reyes is drawing from within her:

“Yes.”

He smiles the smile of a jackal, the smile of a wolf, a predator’s smile, and laughs softly as he lowers his mouth to her neck. She is his and he is hers. The power of the storm runs through them both.

Reyes nips along the column of her throat, nuzzling gently before biting down hard until she cries out. Pleasure and pain blind her, the two sensations soaring through her body, mingling together, vying for dominance. They shine bright white behind her eyelids, and her body writhes as the pleasure wins and soars through her in a blinding flash of blue feathers and birdsong. He kisses the imprint of his teeth, runs his tongue along his mark.

“Mi reina,” he whispers against her lips, reverent, loving, and so, so hungry. “My bluebird. My storm. My love.”

“Reyes.” Sirius opens blue eyes, eyes that shine with the light of stars and storms and galaxies that burn far away. She winds around him tightly, holding him close as she kisses the corners of his mouth and whispers his name over and over. A name that is both a prayer and a curse; her love and her life.

They clash together with the fury of the winds outside, their hearts beating together in a thunderous roar, a sound that deafens everything, even the howling of the storm. Their mouths meet, bodies merge, hands mesh together as the fiery roar of their desire builds with mounting heat. The ecstasy washes over them as the storm reaches it’s climax, and deep within the darkened heart of Kadara, buried under the swirling sands and tangled limbs, The Jackal and The Bluebird find their mate.

[juleshawke]

This is an amazing piece. Love the way you use the storm as a descriptor, comparing their love to it’s wildness. You have a way with words that always leaves me wanting more. Awesome work.

[vorchagirl]

Thank you @juleshawke! 😙 I had so much fun with this prompt.

[redxluna]

19 ScottxReyes?

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

(hello, yes, I am a sap)

No matter what snide commentary might be made, Reyes did, in fact, have a place to call his own that wasn’t a room at a bar. It was easier to have people expect him there, however, as much to conduct business as to hide away what had to be kept safe.

Quite sometime had passed since what fell under that header had been anything other than monetary. 

So, truth be told, he thought he was allowed a bit of panic when he found the bed empty outside of himself when dawn broke. Not that that made him feel any less the fool when he skittered out into the living area to find Scott blinking somewhat owlishly at him.

“T—Thought I’d make breakfast?” 

The smile was somewhat timid on Scott’s lips, yet it held all the soft warmth reflected in his eyes. He hadn’t even bothered to try at finding his shirt again, leaving all the marks Reyes had left there the night before to stand out in stark relief. It was the happy little sigh that broke free when Reyes fit his hands around his hips, nuzzling into one of the larger bruises at his throat, that undid him.

“Remind me again,” Reyes murmured, “what have I done to deserve this?” He hid his smile in the curve of Scott’s shoulder when a warm burst of laughter broke free from the other man.

“What?” Scott slid one of his hands down over Reyes’ to squeeze gently. “Getting taken care of? Because I’m pretty sure that had something to do with making me fall in love with you. Congratulations.”

Reyes wondered how obvious the ragged drag of his next breath was. “Congratulations indeed.”

[life-is-no-sugarlicking]

This is so cute!

[motherofgriffins]

HOW NOT TO POTION

So I noticed something about how potions are drank in Inquisition. Like… Layna, that’s probably not the best way to drink that…

See, look at Dorian, this is flawless. Notice how he hasn’t broken his spine to get a drink? That’s important. Take notes.

This just looks… Ow…

and then there’s Iron Fucking Bull. BULL THOSE ARE YOUR TITTIES. 

This isn’t Flashdance. You’re fighting a Reaver. FOCUS.

[fenedhislasa-deactivated2018071]

If Iron Bull wishes to bathe his magnificent chest in healing potions, who are we to judge?

[visja]

LET IRON BULL LIVE

[fereldenpeach]

Heheheh!

[ladynorbert]

Okay, but have you ever watched *Cullen* drink a healing potion? Because he will occasionally do that - he did it on the trip to the Temple of Dumat in my latest playthrough - and I wish I’d been able to take a screenshot because it was so ridiculously elegant. Like “actual Disney prince” levels of smoothness. Sadly, I had no idea it was coming and was unprepared.

[gold3nberry]

These are all friggin’ amazing, but I’m gonna hug whoever will provide a screenshot of Cullen!

[motherofgriffins]

Ask, and ye shall receive @stregatadallostregatto and @ladynorbert and @fereldenpeach 

Fucking MAGESTIC.

I’m also getting a rockstar vibe here.

Cassandra can’t even handle it.

“BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICCAAAA”

[gold3nberry]

@motherofgriffins, YOU WON THE HUG!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, rockstar vibes everywhere here!!!! Is he ready to sing a remix of “The Dawn Will Come”?

[cute-ellyna]

Sorry, I just had to participate to this ;)

[phoebe-of-ivalice]

It got better…..

[thereluctantinquisitor]

MARAAS: [Gasp] My shoulder angel…

VARRIC: Don’t listen to them. The Inquisition’s trying to lead you down the “path of righteousness”. I’m gonna lead you down the path that rocks.

[cullywullycurlywurly]

“No.”

“There is no use debating the point, Commander.”

“I said no.”

“And I said- nevermind. Look, it is simply too late to do anything about it now. You shall have to make do and wear it.”

“Or I shall simply just not go.”

“You are going to Halamshiral and you will be wearing it.”

“It itches.”

“Cullen.”

“It is too tight.”

“You were measured-“

“Accosted, you mean.”

“-and it is to your size and fit.”


“Well, I’d have words with whoever does your measuring. It. is. too. tight.”

“Perhaps if you wore something other than armour, the fit of normal clothing would not be so foreign to you!”

“Armour does me fine, Lady Montilyet, and until the day it does not, I shall continue to wear it, your approval or not.”

“But it is so bulky, and so very unfashionable.”

“Precisely. It is armour. It is meant to defend, not to offend. Unlike a certain other garment…”

“This is ridiculous. Just put the sash over the jacket, put your boots on and be done with it.”

“No.”

“Must I call Leliana down here?”

“No! I…Fine. But mark my words, I am taking it off the first opportunity I am given.”

“I am sure the Orlesian court will be thrilled to hear it.”

“…Andraste preserve me.”

[say-lene-deactivated20180802]

You (fRyder x Reyes)

@rumpelgirl

I sort of feel like I’m cheating with these prompts, because I never go where my poor prompter intended. With that said, this one is for everybody who has left kind notes for me these last few days. You know who you are! 

“You’re pretty.” Reyes says it with a wink, because Sara hates this game.

She sighs. They’re sprawled on the bed in Reyes’ apartment, walled off from Kadara Port’s glaring lights by close-drawn blinds and piled blankets. The hanging light above the bed’s emitting soft illumination, orange-tinted like Govorkam’s rays. Sara wriggles closer against Reyes’ side, pouting like she hopes it will distract him from his teasing.

“Not again,” she groans. “I suck at compliments, Reyes.”

“I hope you don’t mean to imply that you’re running out of nice things to say.” He tries to sound put out, but his grin must give the game away. He rolls onto his side so he can lean over her. She’s wearing a flimsy sweater, but not much else, and Reyes hasn’t been fully dressed since she landed on the planet. “Because I could keep going for days.”

“You’re sweet,” she murmurs. Her fingertips travel slowly up his arm, warm like sunlight cresting the mountains; cold like fire in near-vacuum. “Sometimes.”

Reyes chuckles, ducking his head to kiss her. Her lips are soft, and she mewls quietly when he licks into her mouth. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes.

He’s not sure that she heard him, but he’s not sure that it matters, either. She must feel the way his body changes when he touches her, tight-wound movements turning languid while his heartbeat trends staccato. They’ve been doing this for months now, but she still trembles when the pads of his fingers roam her body; still gulps down shaky breaths when his lips move to the hollow of her throat.

“You’re a good kisser,” she replies. She yelps when Reyes nips gently at her collarbone. “What? Not the compliment you were looking for?”

He soothes her skin with his tongue, warmth sliding down his spine when her breathing gives way to a quiet moan. “You can do better,” he whispers. “You’re right, though. I am an excellent kisser.”

“Mmm.” She wraps her thighs around his hips, sliding one palm over his shoulder to rest lightly on the nape of his neck. “You’re a good shot, too.”

“That hurts,” he growls into her throat. “I’m much better than good.”

The sound makes her shiver in delight, and she tilts her head to the side to urge him towards a new spot below her ear. He won’t give her what she wants, though. He sticks to that same patch of skin he’s been working on already, smirking when she whines in frustration.

“You’re a bastard.” The words come out hushed and fragile; full of weak-limbed longing and breathless want.

“What else?”

He takes mercy on her reddening skin, kissing a spot just below her jaw instead. He can feel her heartbeat thrumming through the artery there. It’s hot. It’s fierce. It’s unsteady.

“You hog the blankets,” she snarls, like she’s trying to deny those tell-tale signs. “You leave the cap off the toothpaste. You’re a terrible cook.”

Reyes really does laugh at that, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder - and after a moment, Sara starts laughing too. But the laughter’s quickly silenced. When Reyes pulls back to look at her, her lips are slightly open. Her pupils are huge.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Shit, Sara.” Reyes goes back to her neck, teasing the tender skin with his teeth - just gently, like he’s testing her control - and she hisses fierce approval. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She’s trembling. “You’re everything,” she whispers - and for a moment, neither of them even breathe.

She’s clinging to him like she’ll never let him go. Reyes’ heartbeat’s no longer staccato. It’s stopped - and he can’t really blame it. He holds her tighter; pulls her closer; pushes down so hard against her they might both break down to space dust. He loves her more than should be possible. He loves her more than a heart like his has room for.

He can’t respond immediately. It’s like his brain’s running at aux-power, but Sara’s watching him with gentle eyes. She’s waiting for an answer.

Reyes kisses her. He’s buying time - and he’s sure that Sara knows it - but she hooks her elbow around his neck anyway, pulling him down until they’re flat against the mattress. Her lips fall open on a breathless sigh: quiet; needy; quavering. Reyes still can’t breathe.

Maybe he doesn’t need to. Maybe he’s just forgotten how.

“You’re all I want.”

He doesn’t say it; he exhales it. He means it, too, and maybe that’s just because Kadara Port’s already his. But he’ll never stop wanting Sara, even when she’s whispering I love you in his ear; even when she’s promising forever amidst his tangled, sweaty sheets.

“I don’t ever want to be away from you,” she murmurs, and it’s like she’s reading his god damn thoughts.

She means it, though. Reyes can tell, because her tight-wound movements turn languid. Her heartbeat trends staccato. He kisses her again, whispering a three-word promise into her lips - but it’s so much more than that. He could be with her forever, and his head would still be spinning circles. The galaxy’s turning on an inescapable truth.

“Me either,” he breathes.

Because Reyes doesn’t want to escape.

[masseffectscreenarchery]

Heleus armor > Casual outfit (appearance swap) #2

This mod replaces the appearance of the Heleus armor tier 3 with the Short Sleeve outfit appearance. I made it for screenarchery purposes but it is still a full armor in action: augmentations slots and mods slots remain when you craft/equip.

Colors will be the ones you use for your casual outfit.

Works on both Ryder twins.

Works with patch 1.07.

Not compatible with any other mod altering the Heleus armor tier 3.

When equipped the game takes longer to load.

Ryder may appear wearing the underwear armor, it’s only a visual glitch. Choose and equip another armor in the loadout, then re-equip the Heleus tier 3.

I may add further information as I’ll swap other outfits.

About the Reyes and Gil romances, the mod will also replace the armor in the scenes below.

Before installing mods, you should back up your files with MEA Recovery Tool by Wavebend as it would be the easier and fastest way to revert to your vanilla version.

I made this mod under patch 1.06 and with MEAExplorerWV - Apr 30, 2017. I’m new with hex editing, I can only provide minor help.

Disclaimer: if you play multiplayer, there is a risk to be banned for the use of mods. I won’t be responsible if you get banned, you had been warned so use at your own risk.

Please, do not upload my mod elsewhere and do not claim as your own.

Heleus tier 3 > Short sleeve swap [Download]

*I renamed it ‘short sleeve’ in these screenshots*

How to install mods?

Download MEAExplorerWV by Warranty Voider

Right-click on the .zip and choose ‘properties’. You should see an ‘unlock’ checkbox so check it and click ‘ok’.

Right-click again on the .zip and choose to extract the files to ‘MEAExplorerWV-master.

Copy ‘AnselSDK64.dll’ and ‘AnselSDK64_org.dll’ (you should find them in AnselSDK64 > release) and paste and replace them in your game directory.

Now launch MEAExplorerWV.exe (from MEAExplorerWV > release)

Once you located your MassEffectAndromeda.exe, go to Mod manager > Mods > Mod list and select the mod .meamod you want to install.

Go to Mods > Run all and you’re done. :)

[Video tutorial]