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VERY LATE VALENTINES HAPPY VALENTINES

Time for the Yaoi yuri The Unbinaried. Pokemon oc ships GOOO

Part 1 vers Adhi/Strata (Stradhi)

Part 2 vers Audrey/Verona (Veroudrey)

AND GLUETRASHCANSHIPPINNGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAA (Y'famorte)

#pokemon oc #Adhi #strata #Audrey chongjian #Verona Donna #y'fama #tethe-morte #yfamorte #gluetrashcanshipping #veroudrey #Stradhi

Here you have the reason why Liam and Sara never could date, and Reyes with a space puppy (As confirmed Dog Person, nobody can convince me the sole reason for the collective to raise adhis is for combat and not bc reyes brain immediately went P U P P Y)

#masseffect #Mass Effect #mass effect andromeda #mass effect ryder #Ryder Family #me: andromeda #MEA #mea ryder #sara ryder #liam kosta #reyes vidal #Fryder #freyder #reyder #adhi #trashbin

JRT: wondering if the adhi have kaiju blood in them.

#adhi #justryderthings #mass effect andromeda #pacific rim

Jurassic Park

A little late, but here’s my prompt fill for @makocartwheels Reyes Vidal Weekly Prompt #16!

This is set in the distant future of Santa Sarita, but it is spoiler free!

Reyes wiped at the sweat on his brow and tried not to let his bad mood ruin the whole day. True, he expected better from his operatives, but as far as mistakes went, an escaped adhi was mostly forgivable. That the adhi was the Collective’s prize breeding female, heavy with a litter of pups about to be born, did complicate matters. But what pissed him off most was that it was midday, in the middle of a record-breaking Kadara summer, and he insisted on searching for the adhi personally. “You only have yourself to blame,” he mumbled to himself as he scaled a rocky hill. The adhi breeding program had been Pok’s newest scientific endeavor. The Salarian had spent the last two years researching adhi behavior and genetics in an attempt to find the perfect strain to make the creatures Heleus’ equivalent of dogs. The escaped female was Pok’s pride and joy, the scientist insisted that the adhi would be the mother of all domesticated adhi, the maternal genetics that would pave the way to working and companion adhi in the cluster. Reyes didn’t care about the details so much as Pok’s promise. She was adamant that this litter would be the best, with pups that sought guidance and instruction, that would be trainable. Sara had heard that and turned wide blue eyes on him, shining with eager hope. Of course she wanted one. So, there he was, climbing a small mountain in pursuit of a rogue adhi bitch about to drop a litter of up to fifteen pups, all so he could bring one home. He wanted to be grumpy about it, but imagining Sara’s joy when he brought the pup home made him smile instead. “Found anything?” The high-pitched, thin voice of his lieutenant crackled through his comm. “On the trail,” he said. He grunted as he hauled himself to the top of the hill and wiped at his brow. “She’ll seek out solitude and an escape from the heat,” Pok said. Reyes looked up to find the dark mouth of a cave. This one wasn’t part of the Draullir system, and to the best of his knowledge wasn’t used by his organization. “Tracks lead to a cavern,” he said. “Hopefully, she’s still nesting.” Kalla’s voice was clipped and rushed, like most Salarians he’d known. Except Kallo; the pilot was a regular chatterbox if the topic was of interest to him. “And if she’s not?” He asked as he approached the cavern. “If whelping, adhi could injure or kill pups in response to your perceived threat. If pups are born, mother will be defensive, liable to attack.” There was a pause, and Kalla’s voice took on an earnestness. “Prefer you not kill mother.” “I know, Pok,” Reyes said, rolling his eyes. “Any tips on how to approach her?” “Mishka is clever, raised with agents,” she said. “Will know if your weapon is drawn. Appear small, non-lethal.” “Great,” he grumbled. “Approach the new mother with a mouthful of razors without a weapon. What could go wrong?” “Could kill pups, could injure herself, could injure you,” Pok replied. Reyes sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m going in,” he said. “Wish me luck.” “Luck is merely perception of data, statistics much more useful.” “Pok?” “Yes, Boss?” “Get off this channel.” “Yes, Boss.” Blissful silence followed and Reyes focused on the task at hand. He approached the cavern carefully, his steps measured and plotted to avoid needless crunching and the skittering of pebbles. The temperature dropped drastically as he passed into the shadow of the cave’s mouth, and he exhaled with relief. He stood in the entrance and let his eyes adjust to the dimness. The adhi wasn’t in the antechamber, but he thought he heard soft sounds from further back. Reyes ventured further into the cavern, taking great care to keep his movements steady and non-threatening. Adhi had great hearing, and an even better sense of smell; there’d be no hiding his presence from the creature. But, if he was careful enough, he might be able to convince her he wasn’t an enemy. He followed the curving tunnel and paused as the cavern opened up before him. It was a large chamber with jagged outcroppings and natural formations that could provide cover if needed. But that was all useless now. Mishka lay in the center of the cavern, resting in a pool of radiant sunlight. Her tail wrapped around a dozen tiny, squiggling shapes climbing and tumbling over one another. And her cold yellow eyes were locked on Reyes. He took a step closer and her lip raised in a silent snarl, her warning clear.

Her features reverted to reptilian calm, no longer menacing, but still wary. Reyes wished he’d spent more time with the adhi before now, he might actually understand her body language if he had. Then again, he’d never had a pet before, so probably not. “Eres una mamá orgullosa,” he murmured. He didn’t think the creature could understand him, regardless of the language he spoke, and he was nervous enough that he fell into his native tongue. He didn’t want to kill Mishka, mostly because he didn’t want to disappoint Pok. The Salarian had been an invaluable agent over the last five years and, despite his impatience with her earlier, he wanted her to be happy. The adhi’s head tilted as she watched him. Reyes took another step. “Ellos son hermosa mamá,” he said. “Perfecto.” She didn’t move as he inched closer, but her eyes never left him. Finally, when he was almost within arm’s reach of the clutch, Mishka’s tail flicked sharply, and her lip pulled away from her teeth. Reyes froze. “Okay,” he said. “Esta bien, mama.” He sank down onto the ground and waited. He’d reached her limit, and if he tried to push farther she would only lash out. That would only lead to bad things, unacceptable things. He could prove himself to her, would earn her trust. So he sat, unmoving, and watched the pups. They clambered over one another in awkward heaps, still learning what it meant to have legs that functioned and what gravity was. They mewled and barked, little growls low in their tiny throats. They sounded like puppies, if puppies had the voices of snakes. It was utterly alien, and completely adorable. Time crept on, and Mishka settled. Her tail stopped flicking and her face reverted to that blank, reptilian stare. Reyes spoke Spanish to her in low tones, promising her that he wouldn’t hurt her, would never hurt her pups, but he never moved. His back ached and his knees were stiff when one of the pups climbed over its mother’s tail to investigate the strange, still creature that had come to visit. Reyes resisted the urge to pet the pup, instead keeping his focus on Mishka as he let the small adhi sniff and explore. The new mother kept a watchful eye on her young, her lips tense. But as the explorations continued and nothing happened, she visibly relaxed. “Ves, mamá? Yo prometí,” he said. Mishka let out a long, settling breath and closed her eyes. With gentle fingers Reyes stroked the ridged back of the pup, where its dorsal fan would grow when it came of age. The pup squeaked in pleasure, rolling its back up to meet his touch, not unlike a cat. Reyes chuckled and repeated the stroke, to the pup’s mewling enthusiasm as it did figure eights around his feet. Movement on his right startled him, and he rolled back to try and avoid the shape that hurtled toward him. He was too late. He grunted as Mishka collided with him, growling and teeth gnashing. This was it, he thought. He would have to shoot her, or let her eat him. Neither were something he was keen to experience. And then he realized that she wasn’t biting him. Mishka rubbed the length of her body against his, her growl low and persistent, almost like a purr. She snuffled at his face and then rubbed it with her own. Reyes laughed and pushed her away from him. He watched as her young climbed onto her back, all of them but the littlest one that still wove through his legs. That one he snatched up and held in the crook of his arm. It mimicked its mother with a strong little growl and bumped its aqua and rust colored head into his bicep. He glanced at Mishka, who looked up at him with blinking, bright yellow eyes. Reyes smiled, holding the small adhi a little tighter to his chest as he imagined Sara’s delight at the newest addition to their family. “Ven, mamá. Vamonos a casa,” he said, and then walked from the cavern, Mishka and her pups at his side.