#primarch victus

[a-dandelions-spite]

War is your resume at a time like this we need leaders who've been through that hell.

Adrien Victus, Primarch of Palaven.

I wanted to redraw him now that I've had some practice with Turians, I'm pretty happy with it.

[bestsaltinalltheshire]

Full version on BlueSky (nsfw obvi 🖤)

[the-mic-drop]

Dalatrass Linron: I won't apologize for speaking the truth!

Shepard: Will you apologize for being an asshole about it?

[wafflesrock16]

Decided to lose myself in fanfic this week, so here’s a shameless plug for one of my all-time favorite shakarian series, Turian Machinations of Spectres and Primarchs by Some_Writer.

It’s post Destroy Ending done so goodddddd. First installment is from the perspective of Primarch Victus with the next part being from Garrus. I could gush for hours, but y’all can trust me when I say it’s fantastic characterization and head cannon with some great OCs and the angst with a happy ending? Flawless. If you love shakarian and haven’t read this series or at least The Primarch’s Order you’re missing out!

[queen-art0]

It was also time to make a fanart for this handsome turian 7v7

[westernlarch]

Taproot, Part III, Ch. 4: Transplants

It was a losing battle. Between the soporific thurm of murmurs overlapping, and the stifling air of the hot lounge, Garrus’ eyes began to drift closed. It had been more than three hours without an update, and the Hierarchy officials were getting restless. Those who’d already been planetside were on standby in case of questioning or consultation, but so far no one had been called in nor pulled aside. “Look alive, Vakarian,” barked General Pallas, slapping him swiftly on the back. He started. “Sorry, think I dozed off for a second.” Garrus tried to shake off the sleep and took a long inhale, but the sour smell of the room did little to reinvigorate his senses. “Corporal, can we get a handle on those enviro controls?” Major Paetrus’ double baritone was more gravelly than usual. He was perched on the arm of a long sofa, struggling to undo the buckle of his collar. “This room’s hotter than a damned cookout on Caldus.” “Has anyone checked on them recently?” asked Primarch Corinthus, who was sitting opposite Paetrus on the sofa. “How do we know Urdnot Wrex hasn’t just offed them and escaped?”  “Have you heard any loud, sudden noises?” asked Garrus, rising from his armchair. “No…” “Then they’re fine. Wrex’s isn’t exactly what I’d call...subtle.”

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[druckkugelschreiber]

I really have a thing for Turians, but Primarch Victus is really always so close to pushing Garrus of the top Turian spot.

Like the first couple of convos you have with him are just relating about being a soldier stuck in a politician role and just. SHEP AND HIM HAVE SO MUCH CHEMISTRY!

[sailforvalinor]

Shepard: “Hey, Victus, you wanna tell me about this BOMB that’s about to explode on Tuchanka?”

Primarch Victus: “Oh, right, the bomb. The bomb on Tuchanka. The bomb chosen specially to blow up Tuchanka. Tuchanka’s bomb. That bomb?”

Shepard: “Yes! That bomb!”

Primarch Victus: “Can’t, sorry.”