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Read [Red Vs. Blue] by @speshulduck to understand
(Fic is mmmmmmm Explicit)
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
dancing through the night 🪩🕺
comm for @kage-bot!
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!
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?!
Vetra deserves a fancy dress.
chapters III - assorted illustrations
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!
Fragments & process Leave of Paradise by Vrylium
Mister Volus glowus and some fun concepting. Character from campaign.
she dancin....
this is horrible, i need to (remembers that suicide jokes only worsen your mental health) go to omega and become a vigilante
Was messing with some pre-pilgrimage fits + assorted story character sketch dump.
With the whole "Markiplier making his own DVD copies of Iron Lung to sell" thing, it's been fascinating and slightly concerning how many people seem to genuinely believe that if a physical release isn't coming from a giant corporation, it must automatically be a bootleg.
Look at me.
Look me directly in the eyes while I say this.
You can just make things.
You can simply create something and put it into the world.
That's allowed.
People have been doing it for centuries.
They sell blank VHS tapes. They sell blank DVDs. Blank CDs. You can buy flash drives by the bucketful if you really want to. If you create a movie, an album, a game, a documentary, or a four-hour video essay about the mating habits of fictional space goblins, you are entirely permitted to put that thing on physical media and sell it.
That is not piracy.
Piracy is taking something that belongs to someone else and reproducing or distributing it without permission.
If I buy a DVD of a movie, I own that copy of the movie. I do not own the movie itself. I didn't acquire the rights to duplicate it, press a thousand copies, and start selling them out of my garage like I've become the regional distributor for Warner Bros.
The copyright, distribution rights, and intellectual property still belong to whoever created it or whoever legally acquired those rights.
If I start burning copies of Iron Lung and selling them myself without Markiplier's permission, that's piracy.
If Markiplier, who made and owns the rights to Iron Lung, burns copies and sells them himself, that's just distribution.
He's the rights holder.
He's distributing his own work.
If you made it, if it came from your own mind, your own work, your own time, your own resources, then congratulations. You own the thing. You don't need a corporation to bless it with legitimacy.
The corporation is not what makes it real.
The fact that it exists is what makes it real.
I think we've accidentally spent so many years living inside a world dominated by mass-produced media that some people have developed the strange assumption that all media emerges from a factory somewhere. As if films naturally occur in shrink-wrapped plastic cases and descend from the heavens aboard a pallet truck.
But independent artists have been burning discs, dubbing tapes, printing books, pressing records, and mailing things directly to people for longer than many of us have been alive.
That's not a bootleg.
That's just a product.
It's not "bootleg."
It's just... leg.
The normal kind.
The original, free-range, locally sourced leg.
Silk has mastered the smolder though he’d be the first to deny it.
Damsels and Dragons is a slow burn, slice-of-sixteenth century life alien romance with unlikely allies to lovers and a HEA with galaxy altering results.
🐉 MMC with body image issues
👑FMC with something to prove
🐉MMC falls first
👑 Hurt/comfort
🐉Mental Health rep
👑 Religious struggles
🐉 Forced proximity
👑 Open door romance
Me: alright, time to sleep!
My brain: Commander Shepard probably has different names across different alien cultures and societies because even if people know what their name sounds like originally, not all species have the biological configuration (i.e. teeth, lips) to make the sh and p sounds and names are often adapted across languages anyway. Some of their names might preserve a phoneme or two and tweak the rest to fit the sounds a species favors (clicks? trills? something else?); other names give up on the original sound altogether and instead come up with a word in the target language that can be interpreted as “a shepherd,” names that mean “guide” or “watcher” or “usher.” Names that get made up when an alien says, in their own language, “Commander Term-for-human-that-herds-animals” and then whatever that sounds like gets contracted into a shorter, more manageable name. Maybe sometimes Commander Shepard hears folks greet them and the translator says Shepard, but what they hear is something entirely different: an echo of their influence crossing cultural boundaries, a galaxy-wide awareness of the role they have to play.
I've joined a Mass Effect Ask as Septimus Oraka, a retired turian general. Broken heart, strong drinks, old soldiers' tales, and a few words of hard-earned wisdom come with the package.