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N7 Month DAY 5 : Grief

I might not post something everyday for N7 month but I'm a sad soul by default so I had to come through for the grief prompt.

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ARTHUR MORGAN “Time Like These” GARRUS VAKARIAN “Archangel” LIARA T'SONI "Keep You There"

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writing: Chapter 27 of BSCR (on hold) & other projects soundtrack: Noah Gunderson – “Die Young" currently: WATCHING F1 RACES, lets go!!!! 🤘🏼🏁

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N7 Prompt - DAY 5: GRIEF

For Liara, the girl who outlived her loved ones.

This song meant a lot to me, lyrics are mine but I composed two musical versions. Both can be heard & downloaded here

Lyrics:

(Verse 1) I never begged for anyone to stay Hear the echoes, see your face, I never prayed to the universe, but if it listened, it might play our memory in reverse.

(Pre-Chorus) All the time we thought was ours, hid beneath black cloud showers.

If there’s a place, where love outlasts despair— I’d meet you halfway, if you were there.

(Chorus) As light breaks through the blinds, I reach for your hand, but the warmth’s not there. I speak to the years inside my mind— letting go is too much to bear, so I keep you there keep you there….

(Verse 2) The world keeps turning, slow and wide, but I stay still—still holding you inside. Every dawn rises the same; maybe this song will cross through space return you back to our quiet place

(Pre-Chorus) And when the silence starts to fray, I hear your voice from far away. The cost of love is what we share— to hold what’s gone, and still be there.

(Lifted Chorus) As light breaks through the blinds, I reach for your hand, but the warmth is mine. I look for you in dreams— where time’s not always what it seems. And I’ll—I'll meet you there… there.

(Outro) Meet me there… meet me there…

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MASTER POST of N7 Inspired Songs

Lyrics/Composition by me, mostly sad songs because Mass Effect caused me emotional trauma I choose to keep reliving.....anyways, heres an easy place to listen to what I've shared so far - will update because I got so many feels I'm still translating into songs.

Happy N7 Day Fam :)

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12K ONE SHOT - Garrus SMUT

"Threshold" CLICK TO READ

Sooo I edited my OC fanfic and felt my 'sexy' chapter needed some attention since I simply don't write smut tbh, but before I knew it... I clocked 12K on an optional chapter guys. SO, if by any chance you want a deeply immersive bedroom moment with your alien husband on the Normandy (and don't mind an OC), feel free to read.

I wish you a great mf day.

Excerpt Below

She'd done her research.

Between the structure of Turian armor and engrogenous zones of their body, the cultural signals of touch and their deference—everything she'd absorbed quietly while he'd been busy teaching her patience.

Now, holding knowledge on one hand and patience in the other, he was the map.

When her thumb swept a careful line along the junction of his neck and behind his mandible, she felt the shiver that followed. He was built for precision—every movement trained, every breath measured—but here, in this space, he was learning what it meant to be unmade on purpose.

"Xyla..." His voice roughened, her name breaking around the edges like a word from a different language, and her hand over a spot that would weaken any Turian man.

Her smile tilted—not cruel, just knowing. “You should know by now,” she murmured, tone laced with warmth and mischief, “I’ve always been a quick learner.”

He should've pulled away, set boundaries, refastened his armor between them. Instead, he found himself lowering his head, instinct drawing him into her gravity.

The shift was subtle but seismic. His restraint didn't vanish; it turned into something else — devotion, maybe. Focus. All that self-control he'd spent a lifetime mastering now redirected, not to keep her out, but to meet her fully without breaking.

Her breath trembled at the nearness. "See? You're teaching me, even now."

He made a sound — low, somewhere between a growl and a sigh — and the distance between them disappeared. He'd faced mercenaries, monsters, gods — but this quiet, this closeness, undid him more completely than any battlefield.

With his eyes closed, bracing while she explored, he didn’t notice when her hands had risen—only that their warmth framed his face. Her breath came slow, measured, like she was learning a prayer in a language no one had spoken in centuries.

Xyla rose onto her toes. The tip of her nose traced the curve of the broken blue line across his scarred cheek—soft, deliberate—the warmest kind of kiss on the most fractured part of him.

He winced, his expression contorting as if the gesture hurt and healed him in the same breath. A shiver rippled beneath his plates, small and unguarded, as though her touch reached places he hadn’t believed were still alive.

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NEW CHAPTERS Released!

I shouldn’t want him. But every time his voice drops low over comms—every time those sharp Turian eyes drag over me like they’re memorizing the shape of my words—I remember exactly why I do.

Garrus Vakarian is Palaven discipline wrapped in a body built for war, a sniper who could unmake a man with a breath and an aim to find a pulse like instinct. And I’m just an Omega engineer with ghosts that don’t know how to stay buried.

Shepard’s hunting Reapers. Collectors are stalking the dark. The galaxy is splitting open—

…and all I can think about is how I’m the one fighting instinct, not to step into his gravity.

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Holidays have made me slow to update but inching along ya'll! If you're open to an OC Mass Effect Romantic Science Fiction, you might enjoy it! Thank you to my readers <3

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80K+ MASS EFFECT NOVEL *W.I.P*

I told myself 3 months ago - just start writing.

I replayed my favorite fanchise after maybe a full decade. It started as just questions, the "what if's" about the universe and then it became lore and then it became drafts...3 months later I'm still writing, editing and found the ME community so alive. I kick my feet under my desk at everyones stunning art and fanfics. It's been 2 weeks since an update and if you're a reader Im sorry for the wait! I wanted to share my updated cover & let you know I've released another chapter(s)! Thank you to everyone whos engaged, even if it was alittle - I'm thankful for every kudos, they feel like bear hugs.

Support artists, stay creative & stay curious friends.

You can read my fanfic novel here >HERE<

A captivating Mass Effect adventure where (OC) Xyla Acosta, a resilient yet compassionate tech savant, joins Commander Shepard’s fight against the Reapers and sparks a powerful, heartfelt romance with Garrus Vakarian.