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[dotflacfile]

5 for the kisses ask? <3

Hi squidd!! Sorry for such a late response to this! Going to try writing this for Garrus and FemShep!

5. hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp.

Garrus walked in to Shepard's quarters with the intent of sharing a glass and saw the commander going over the most recent mission report, leaning against the desk. Things had been quite stressful especially in wake of Udina's failed coup attempt.

Shepard looked restless, but a quick glance back and a relieved smile from her signaled a desire for additional company.

Wanting a way to relieve the stress, Garrus walked up behind her and gently took the datapad from her grasp, placing his other hand on her waist and spinning her around to face him.

"I think that can wait." He said gently, a sultry purr in his subvocals whilst tossing the datapad onto the desk.

Shepard, not entirely shocked by the turian's actions, gave him a smirk before aggressively planting her lips onto his. They hadn't had much of a chance for some reach and flexibility training since meeting up again on Menae, as Garrus opened his mouth to grant her entry, moans from the two signaled a clear desire to make up for lost time.

Garrus wasn't surprised with Shepard's ferocity as she pushed him into the bathroom door, giving his tongue a few teasing taps and moving her lips rhythmically around his plates. While he couldn't return the favor with lips of his own, the almost massage-like feeling of her lips drove an almost carnal desire in him.

Tracing his hands up her back while moaning into her mouth, biting at her tongue gently while sticking his own into hers, Garrus massaged every inch of Shepard's toned back, even through the slacks he could feel the scars Lazarus had inflicted on her that still had yet to heal. Not that he minded of course, his mind clouded with desire for the human as the ferocity of their kissing increased, tongues battling and head movements back and forward showed neither one of them giving in, but enjoying every second.

Eventually his hands found that piece of clothing some humans wore on their chest. Curiosity mixed with arousal as he traced a talon along the band, Shepard shivered at his touch while pulling the turian towards the bed.

His talon eventually found the place where the top met around the back, eager to see a reaction, he pressed into it tenderly, drawing circles as if pulling the trigger of his sniper rifle.

Shepard's eyes widened, breaking their incessant session with a loud gasp. Shock was soon replaced with intense desire. Lowering her eyes, it was now Shepard's turn to take the lead. She grabbed his cowl, shocking Garrus as the turian let out a cute whimper, she spun him around and shoved him onto his back, pouncing on him before he had any time to react and placed his hands on her hips again.

"Touch me there again Vakarian and we'll be doing some extra flexibility training." She huskily commanded. Garrus knew exactly what that meant and purred in excitement.

"I take that as a form of encouragement." He grinned as only a turian could while moving his hand back up to that same spot.

They both giggled at each other, excited as to where the moment was heading.

[fishik]

[mounted-archer]

Still doing MerMay, just in June

Did some color pallets today for quick work

[fishik]

Just a few sketches

[sandersstudies]

My sister-in-law (husband’s sister) was supposed to get married this fall but due to some immature/concerning behavior by her fiancé, the wedding and engagement were called off. (I don’t want to be too specific, but there were sudden red flags, followed by his sudden decision that he wanted to postpone the wedding months or years despite the fact that most of it was paid for already).

I explained the delicate situation to my mom, as my sister-in-law is letting the news get out by word-of-mouth from the immediate family rather than an awkward “unsave-the-date”. My mom obviously told my own family.

Apparently my dad was so angry by the behavior of this guy that in the lunchroom at work he made everybody listen to the whole story (censoring names and identifying details) and said “I’m not crazy, right? This guy sucks!” And then reported back to me all his different coworkers that agreed this guy sucks, as well as their variety of ages/genders to indicate widespread consensus.

[alexaloraetheris]

Organically sourced AITA reddit thread.

[sandersstudies]

I wasn’t sure if my vibes about this post would come across over text but you all picked up exactly what I was putting down.

[bellaralutare]

[garfbin]

9, scary shep

He set the datapad on the desk at his side and then pulled her against his keel. Her arms snaked around his waist almost immediately, pullling him tight. Her mouth landed on his and his subvocals yelled his surprise. But she pulled herself away so quickly that he could barely catch the iron that lingered on her lips. 

"That was so - Garrus, I'm-" Shepard stood in front of him, seven feet tall and cowering like she had done something wrong. He couldn't let that stand. 

He reached over and pulled her back to him. She met his mouth again in the middle, but didn't stop there. Their momentum carried him backward, until he was nearly doubled over backward against his console. Even then he felt her wrap her thigh over his hip spur as though she was dedicated to occupying the same physical space as him. He let his hips buck up at the friction and he was rewarded by the hum of a low moan against his mouth. 

Garrus had never kissed an unplated mouth before. He had always thought the act looked like the parties involved were trying to eat each other. As Shepard slipped her tongue into his mouth, he thought that maybe being devoured by her wouldn't be so bad. 

[themaniacisinthemailbox]

me in the Normandy cuck chair like:

[messydiabolical]

Mass Effect scenery screenshot dump: Citadel Apartment Edition. PART 1 of 3 This is the apartment as you first get it with no furniture changes. A reshade has been used, colours are more saturated than og game. (Reshade is my own edit of this sinomatic preset) Improved photo mode used

[squigglysquidd]

The aging system for humans in Mass Effect makes no sense. If an average life span can be up to 150 years, then why are characters like Hackett, Anderson, Dr Chakwas, and Navigator Pressly only around their 50-69s and look so much older than they should be given the change?

Does that mean that humans only extended our lives past 80+ without ever finding a way to actually keep our bodies from aging so fast? Do our bodies still wither away and fail in time with our present lifespans and leave the people of ME pretty much in need of special care for over 50 years?

So, the only way I can think of for some of the characters looking 'old' when they are technically in their middle ages according to lore is possibly space travel. Perhaps the constantly changing pressure and Relay and FtL shifting can cause premature aging?

Maybe I'll just skip over that bit of information. We'll just leave the suspension of disbelief alone in my fanfics and never mention it again 🤫

[gammaraydeath]

i wanted to do a quick drawing of ro in her middle age (taking the extended human lifespans of mass effect into account)

i imagine that working as an instructor at ICT is her idea of retirement. she's a tough but fair teacher and enjoys designing complex field training exercises that can really challenge her recruits. maybe she even brings in a certain fellow sharpshooter in as a guest instructor from time to time.

in addition to the burns from harbinger's beam, she suffers from nerve damage as a result of her destroyed cybernetics. her right hand has a significant tremor and she has neuropathy. this significantly impacts her ability to hold, aim, and fire weapons until she creates weapon mods that can accommodate her disability - she doesn't really feel like herself until she can nail a target from a thousand yards.

after roughly fifty years, her skin grafts and other scars would probably be more healed than this, but i got a bit carried away lol. i like the idea of her having some kind of zuko thing going on with obvious facial disfigurement. she owns it

bonus under the cut because it came out a little wonky and i don't like it that much but i do want to share her jumpsuit

[musicismymoirail]

I like that I kept struggling with drawing faces all week when the solution was right in front of me, don't draw faces! ✨👾✨ Best art day this week. Anywho, these are my two OCs, Jehi'Hazt and her son, back when Reye was a little baby. Mostly because baby bubble + sling was cute visual to me, lol.

Jehi got exiled from the Flotilla as a young adult, so Reye was born off-world and has never seen the Migrant Fleet, even after he becomes a young adult. Returning would mean leaving his mother and his whole world behind, and he's not sure he could stomach losing both those things at once. He likes being on ground a lot, lol. He does enjoy running across other Quarians when they're on their Pilgrimages though, and hearing the different stories from the Flotilla and the like. It's neat~ :D

[deadghostgirl12345]

*writes a sentence or two after writing nothing for days*

[gammaraydeath]

id like to think that even if harkin doesn't see the end of the war, he at least lives long enough to hear about the rumors that shepard and garrus are an item. he can reminisce that he technically introduced them while his kneecaps ache

[that-wildwolf]

my brain at any given moment

[squigglysquidd]

Genesis Amended Snippet

“Who said I’m killing him?” her posture relaxes and she puts her hands on her hips. “I’m the paragon of humanity. I plan on bringing him in for justice.”

Garrus knows she most definitely will not bring Saren to the Council because they’ll just pardon him with some excuse. It’s what always happens with a ‘well-respected and honorable’ individual does something wrong and he can’t stand it.

Neither can Jane.

“No, you aren’t.”

The bluntness of Wrex’s response doesn’t feel too out of place to Garrus but Jane seems surprised, dropping her stance and tilting her head. He watches as she titghtens the muscles in her chin and curls her lips just a bit downwards.

“And what the fuck makes you think that?”

“You do.” Wrex turns toward the elevator. “What dock did you say your ship’s at?”

Jane closes her open mouth and exhales heavily through her nose, making Garrus’ mandibles flutter gently. She’s such an entertaining person to watch interact with others, even if it’s full of frustration for her. He should feel bad that she’s getting irritated but he’s always known she can handle herself.

She’s cute when she’s mad like this.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighs and mumbles just loud enough to be heard. “C42—But,” she suddenly says with a raised finger at Wrex, “do not do anything in C-Sec or I’ll throw you out of the airlock as we disembark.”

Wrex laughs and waves a hand in dismissal. Garrus clicks a mandible but follows the krogan’s exit with his gaze just to make sure he’s gone. Thankfully, the humans seem to have dissapated as well, most likely headed back to the Normandy.

That leaves no one of importance around to interfere with him finally getting to address his bondmate as who she really is.

He sees her shake her head at Wrex’s depature with a smile on her face and then turn to him, that smile warming into a grin. It makes him thrum in happiness as he closes the gap of professionality between them and steps into a more intimate space.

Chuckling, she raises a hand to cup his mandible and tilts her head. “Can you believe it?” she asks with a gentle tap of her thumb on his chin plate. “We’re going to get this motherfucker. And it’s thanks to you, you magnificent bastard.”

“Jane, I just followed a lead,” he corrects with an amused rumble and raises his hands onto her back, rubbing small circles on her shoulderblades. “It was nice to see us working together.”

“And damn, was it fucking hot to watch you put bullets in people’s heads.”

He mimics a human eye-roll and huffs. “Jane …”

Shrugging, she wraps her arms around his waist and roughly yanks him against her, almost toppling them over. “No ‘Jane’ me,” she mutters, trying to copy his voice—and failing. “I really like it. I guess I’m a krogan because I think it’s fucking sexy to see you being violent.” She shrugs again and grins. “Maybe it’s just because I love you.”

[speshulduck]

Becoming, chapter 11/??

My Shakarian-meet-before-ME1 AU, The Road Less Traveled continues. This literally would not be at this point if not for @garfbin. Everyone who reads this, say thank you!

Chapter 11: Undercover and Under Pressure

Garrus brings Jane in to help him out on his case. It goes to plan. Mostly.