Always Swooning

Writer of Shakarian. Lover of Ancient Magus Bride. Monster Romancer. Discourse Gives Me Hives. Banner art by @Blueboxness and profile art by @elleweird.

[enchantedbook]

'Werewolf' by Jakub Różalski

[fornaxexchange]

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[prismole]

practicin'

[scoutshorror]

How do you feel about guys in lingerie?

[spirit-whump]

Hear me out...... what if.... a character got hurt... and another character.... comforted them afterwards.....

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

[garfbin]

WIP Wednesday

“Garrus."

He hadn't heard her come in. He never did these days. At least he'd stopped jumping when she announced herself. A quick tap to save his progress before he turned around.

There was the flash.

His hide shifted and he pressed his talons into his wrists. He felt the puncture of hide and smelled the metal of blood. Shepard tilted her head.

Finally, words came to him. "Shepard. Need me for something?”

She looked around the battery. Her gaze touched every surface. Garrus felt it move across his habitat like she was looking at the surfaces of his body instead. "Nothing in particular. Is it okay if I hang out in here for a while?"

She had always visited, but never for long. He touched the edge of his console with a hand behind his back to ground himself. "Yes. Yeah, of course."

"Thank you." She sank down against the wall, until she was settled under EDI's hologram. He waited for her to pull out a datapad or start tapping on her omni-tool, or perhaps even make the overture toward a conversation. She did none of those. Instead, she let her head fall back and she closed her eyes.

She didn't make a noise, but Garrus didn't think she'd fallen asleep. Or if she had, it wasn't sleep in a way that he could recognize. As he tried to distract himself with firing algorithms, he felt . . . perceived. It had been a long, long time since turians had been someone's prey, but those instincts were still there. Run, leave, go while you still can.

He stayed, and so did she; at least for another few hours. When she finally rose, she did so with a sigh. "Thanks for letting me hide out. It's . . . weird, here."

You're telling me. "Any time, Shepard."

Flash.

Shiver.

Then she was gone.

[liskade]

❄️ for oc ask game, but can you do the baby elcor please? 🥹

I will always take baby elcor requests!! The Elcor homeworld doesn't get very cold, so parents may.. uh.. over correct in other places where there's winter.

thanks for the ask!

[youngerfrankenstein]

To put it very bluntly.

You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.

[natanncc]

Garrus Vakarian - ME2

[liminally-challenged]

be honest you have a mass effect opinion that would have you in this position

[recurring-polynya]

me (crazy eyes, covered in blood): I NEED to finish writing my fanfic. so I can start writing a different fanfic.

[dailycatsblog]

[thorn-of-night]

Elias Ainsworth (manga) appreciation post (part 4)

[questions-about-blorbos]

How would you feel if you found yourself in the same room as your Blorbo?

Happy

Fascinated

Protective

Compassionate

Aroused

Confused

Nervous

Nonchalant

Threatened

Scared

Angry

Sad

Voting ended onJun 2

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[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: if turians existed i genuinely would turn my back on humanity and make the declining birth population even worse not even jk I would abandon all earthly materials for Garrus Vakarian immediately

[dispatchwithlove]

translators off 👀

also is it Wednesday? i’ve been living in a cave for very long. WIP Wednesday

Jane pointed her finger to Garrus’s keel and repeated his words, “Va dulcestra nama vocan.”

She’d tried to replicate the delicate rumble that accompanied the syllables when he spoke; human anatomy made it impossible, though. Garrus smiled while a gentle thrum settled in his chest anyway. Even if her pronunciation was inadequate, he approved all the same.

Hands to his mandibles, heart thumping and mind spinning, she pounced on him, his breath caught in surprise but she was already on him laying sweet kisses at first on his mouth, then his nose, then his mandibles. His hands landed on her shoulders first but they slid to her waist only a moment after, his touch sweetly unsettled so she lifted her lips from his cheek to give him a moment. But his hands hooked into her hips, forcing her weight against his lap.

“Nolisto cestra.” His mouth drifted towards hers, with only the tease of a touch. “Va pedra lis hellum eslia na cantar desidae al regos nama oza dextis va.” His velvet tongue tasted her lips, snuck past her teeth. “Bege.”

Jane only smiled, her toes curling, the rumble of his voice still rattling through her. He seemed unaware that their translators were still off, lost in the moment, his eyes hazy with pleasure, clinging to her. She laughed softly and touched the tip of her finger to his flat, scrunching nose.

“Lultis temia.” He trailed the soft pad of his finger under her chin, tipping it up, tipping her mouth closer to his as if begging for a kiss. “Petrelos nem.”

“I don’t really know what you’re saying,” she said and a blush of realization blossomed up his neck. “But you sound so good.”

[sanshofox]

More smoochin‘