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gammaraydeath

now that you're glorious death, now that you're faithless flesh.

commander shepard and the illusive man as cellini's perseus with the head of medusa

cowpoke-m

I love my them! #mythem

thatwildwolfart

attack on @garfbin! I took a break from artfight for a while but now im back and no one’s Shepard is safe 🫵 that’s a threat

garfbin

OHHHHHH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAH

jesterdk

Kyra & Caephe [2024-'25]

A wallpaper of two pics I made! Turian OC couple, out on adventures, exploring across the galaxy with shades of greens and greys all about. Kyra (left) belongs to @r-b3033 Caephe (right) belongs to me. Please do not upload my art offsite! Thanks!

shakarianminibang

Title: Stretches for Mental Reach and Emotional Flexibility

Rating: E

Word Count: 7,267

Summary:

Jane and Garrus agreed to have sex. That's all it is, right? Well, they're not really sure. If only one of them could draw up the courage to ask. But maybe it's better this way. Less likely to interrupt the crew without any feelings. After all, it's not like the crew has been betting on when they'll get together, right? . . . Right?

Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.

You can find the author here and the artist here!

frankiesoup

Dead. Actually dead. This is incredible! GARFFF!!!!!!! And there's MERRY!!!!!

EVERYONE READ THIS!

cupnoodlefrog

Back once again for my bit in the Shakarian Minibang! This time, I had the honour of Illustrating for a Fic, instead of writing one!

Everyone go read @garfbin's contribution to the Shakarian MiniBang 2026 on Ao3!

Stretches for Mental Reach and Emotional Flexibility - Garfbin - Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

mounted-archer

Read [Red Vs. Blue] by @speshulduck to understand

(Fic is mmmmmmm Explicit)

milkywayes

i do want to say, if you use AI in any step of your art process i do not want to associate with you. i don’t want to see what you make. you’re dishonest and relying on the stolen works of thousands of real, accomplished artists to fake a skill you do not possess. be ashamed and do the work your damned self like the rest of us

sanchomps

dancing through the night 🪩🕺

comm for @kage-bot!

shakarianminibang

Title: Digging Up Stones

Rating: M

Word Count: 12,361

Summary:

A long-term ground mission, on Hackett’s orders in the wake of the war. Traveling across forgotten wastelands and destroyed communities with just a ground car and Garrus, Shepard can’t help but let exhaustion and frustration get to her. Even on the open road, she’s never felt more trapped. And with the wall she can’t seem to get past between her and Garrus, her usual escape has never felt further away. It feels like they’re just chasing ghosts—but who knows? As Shepard starts seeing strange things in the dark, maybe it’s more they’re chasing than a not so long ago past.

Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.

You can find the author here and the artist here!

aereona

WIP thursday because it is no longer wednesday and i actually have something to share for once

so ME2, Lazarus Project, and Shepard coming back wrong. it's probably been done to death, but the plot bunny doesn't care and hops in anyway

Jolts and jolts—electricity? Negative. It had another term. The jolts in the grey? Only grey when it’s dead. The squishy bits in the skull. It wasn’t electricity. Not exactly. Neurons roasting? Negative. No. Still. Neurons firing. That’s it. “—ard!” Voices? That—no. Can’t hear in space. And why was there cotton in her ears and in her mouth and in her throat? “—mander Shepard!” Mander, Mander, Salamander. Who and why? Shepard? Her throat burned and itched. Why was it scratching on the inside? Why did her inside feel outside and why did it not feel hers? Why did it feel—she’d always wanted to try a roasted salamander, though. Desert. Was she on Earth? Negative. The air was too crisp. Too lemony. No. Acid. No. Annoying, like an itch she couldn’t reach. What’s the word? What’s the—salamander? Who? Wasn’t she a Shepard? Positive. Yes. She was. Had been. Was. Is. Is. Is. Is? Hadn’t she… but she had, and she had, she knew she had; her throat had burned on the inside as she gasped for sky, sky, sky, stars—air, and her lungs were empty. It was painful. She knew it would be like that before it had begun to hurt. Sterile. The air was too sterile, producing that distinct dry taste at the back of the tongue that only happens when you breathe in recycled air.

also, salamander is going to stick in her mind. suck it, cerberus 😂

Commander Shepard: Hey, I’m Salamander Shepard, you’re coming with... uh... group? Yes. Group. Uh.. Come? Miranda (PANIK): Hah, *the* commander Shepard is in a jokester mood today; what she means to say is that you have to come with us. Now. What the fuck, Jacob?! Jacob (PANIK): Yeah! Uh, or else! Start moving! What the fuck, Miri?!

a-dandelions-spite

Vetra deserves a fancy dress.

r-b3033

chapters III - assorted illustrations

shakarianminibang

Title: Hypothesis Testing aka Humans and Turians and Blowjobs, Oh My!

Rating: E

Word Count: 9,208

Summary:

When Mordin gives Adrienne Shepard a very dubious piece of medical advice regarding the ingestion of turian bodily fluids, Shepard immediately calls bullshit — and Garrus is more than happy to help her prove the hypothesis wrong.

Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.

You can find the author here and the artist here!