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Hi @rawliverandcigarettes, Harbinger picked me as your gift-giver this year for Mass Effect Holiday Cheer! I was delighted to have you again, because I think you're awesome.
As Jack is one of your favorite characters (and a favorite of mine!) I went straight to the Psychotic Biotic herself and asked Courtenay Taylor to record a message for you. I hope you enjoy it. :D
Its Shlee in 3D!!! Based on the character from the MASS EFFECT fanfiction HALFWAY HOME by @rawliverandcigarettes
https://rawliverandcigarettes.tumblr.com/halfwayhome
Wanted to see how well I could create a convincing 3D recreation of their primary character as a personal skill test and small present :D. Having looked at a variety of references I had taken on the citadel of diverse salarians I was inspired. Shlee has a very unique shape and appearance particularly in the brow and eye sockets, even the top of the head. They are also young for a salarian so I wanted to inject that youthfulness into the appearance as well as I could.
You can find those ingame references used here! :D Learn also how the custom salarians in that game are generated.
You have Ori as your pp, which makes you an automatic 8 regardless of any other evidence on the matter
Hah! I just loved the idea of her side eyeing my posts, even though she’s listening intently in the original painting. She’s a charismatic soul though, and good at putting people at ease- she’s a pussycat, really.
...it’s the actual cat you got to worry about.
on a scale of 1-10 how intimidating am i
I won second prize in a Mass Effect art giveaway and @rawliverandcigarettes made this amazing sketch of my spouses glowering at each other <3 <3 (I think they're also taking commissions if you like the work)
So wow, I kind of want you to cover all of those amazing prompts because I feel like you would do them hell of a justice. But. Since it's about choosing. Grace and Mordin for the 38 makes me feel like you'd do something that would blow my mind. Or 36 for Ryder and Kallo ? I don't know, I want to read all of them with all of your pairings tbh xD
Ahh! Thank you so much. I worry 38 might end up a bit of a rehash of this one I did with them a while back, but thanks for the suggestion!
Meanwhile, here’s 36!
36…to give up control.
“Kallo, you can let go now.”
He comes to his senses, but doesn’t budge. Again, his hands twitch over hers, subtle as screaming.
More nervously, she chuckles. “I studied! I read all the manuals. I did that stupid little video game simulator you sent me. I won! Like fifty trillion different scenarios—“
“It’s not that.” His voice is weak, startlingly so. Clearing his throat, he moves closer to the back of her chair (his chair) until he’s flattened himself. Again - forever - he tightens his hands over hers.
“So what am I doing wrong?” She turns her head, a cutesy quirk that hides the small, soft pain of his imaginary doubt. Looking up at him, her familiar eyes gleam, wet and dark and sweet.
One direct look from her and he’s overtaken by a smile so broad and uncontrollable it cracks his face in half. “No! You’re beautiful— I mean, beautifully.” Another cough. “Doing beautifully.”
It all comes bubbling up: pride and excitement and a distinctly less-than-professional enthusiasm radiating from every extremity. After that he can’t, he just can’t…
Trying to bury it is no good. He shakes his head and laughs.
He kisses her temple with wild certainty, nudging at her with his mouth until she turns back to the console with a relieved chirp.
One breath more, then he lifts his hands away.
“Fly.”
Kiss Prompts
Hey ! From the Domesticity Memes, I have a couple of asks for your Shepard/Kirrahe pairing ! Who made the first move, most trivial thing they fight over, how often do they fight and who cusses more ? I am very curious about the last one and how you headcanon Kirrahe regarding to this :D
First of all, as I said before, you are a ray of sunshine in my life and you are spoiling me waay too much with these for your own good :3 fuhjxd THANKSWho made the first move?Shepard, of course! For while there was indeed something different in the way Kirrahe felt, he was probably on terms with the idea of keeping it as “over exaggerated camaraderie” :P. But Shep felt the need to say it out loud as a last honest confession the morning after the party at his apartment, with the whole “we will probably die tomorrow etc.” situation going on. He didn’t expect the Major promptly responding that he reciprocated the feelings; they ended up reaching the apartment, and awkwardly talking about it over an omelette. There were even some attempts at kissing, but since it didn’t really work (even if the intention still counts!), they ended up agreeing it would be something for the war aftermath ;DMost trivial thing they fight over:They are both huuuge historical conflicts nerds, but with very contrasting tactical views… what starts as playful banter easily evolves in a real fight between the two concerning which faction in theory could overthrown the other; often at the expenses of their guests,who are forced to witness hours of passive-aggressive remarks from one another until the situation explodes. Unexplicably, they seem to be drawn to these kind of conversations, so everyone silently agrees to NEVER mention anything related in their presence. They also endlessely tease themselves about their driving skills. Shepard is ridicolously bad at it and Kirrahe seems to be incapable of respecting the speed limit; both are not really any good at taking criticism, nor the remarks after receiving a road fine .How often do they fight:Not so much: they are both very mature people, and it is very rare for them to seriously fight. Still, Kirrahe’s stubborn attitude over mastering anything related to their romantic relationship can lead to him feeling extremely upset whenever he doesn’t understand/ get things, and to appear cold and indifferent as a defensive mechanism. Shepard is no less: he worries way too much about what Kirrahe could think, instead of asking him in the first place, and gets angry for it until there is a direct hostile confrontation. Fortunately, they end up explaining each other clearly after thatAaaah, these two brick heads <3.Who cusses more?I KNOW I SHOULD SAY SHEPARD, but the truth is that Kirrahe for me is a huge secret cusser. He doesn’t even realize it most of the time, so radicated it is for him to mutter “Shakni.” under his breath multiple times whenever he’s on the battlefield, or in the kitchen trying to cook something for dinner. He also cusses out of surprise, and most of all when he’s embarassed and trying to hide it, he mixes his phrasing quite a lot :but for those not close enough, is not that noticeable.The hilarious thing is that he denies everything whenever one of his squadmates or Shepard point it out, laughing it off as if it’s just a recurring joke.
rawliverandcigarettes replied to your post “what country is @daughterof-wolves in? I'm in the States and its not...”
(mais il y a beaucoup plus de français actifs sur le tumblr Mass Effect que ce que j'estimais. C'est fou. Oo)
Ah moi je suis pas française mais belge :)
en tout cas on est bien habitué à parler en anglais ici c’est sûr!
Unknown Variables
Hi, @rawliverandcigarettes! I am your Holiday Harbinger! I wanted to try to do something for you that explored two of your favorite characters through a found family lens, while taking a deeper look at the culture of a much-maligned alien race in the process. I hope you enjoy it!
Rating: M (Canon-typical violence) | Relationships: Gen (Mordin Solus & Jack)
Ao3
Unknown Variables
When the Normandy docks on Omega, Jack thinks about running. The hollowed-out asteroid is an easy place to disappear in, and Shepard’s not exactly going to waste precious time looking. That business with the Justicar should take long enough that Jack could be two systems away before Shepard even notices she’s gone.
It would be so easy.
Fuck Lawson. Fuck Taylor. Fuck the Illusive Man. This merry band of assholes Shepard is cobbling together may be a good formula for a hell of a fight, but the galaxy is full of ways to have a good time. She doesn’t owe these people anything.
Except…maybe she does.
When the airlock opens, Shepard walks away with the asari, chin low, listening intently, with the same laser focus she’d given Jack when she’d told her about Pragia.
If you need closure, I’ll help you get it, she’d told Jack. No doubt she’s telling Samara the same thing. Shepard has a way of making you feel important.
Jack rolls her shoulders. Maybe she won’t run. Not yet. After all, if they’re chasing a soul-sucking asari, it could end up being a moot point. In the meantime, Afterlife at least looks like a good place to get a drink.
Alone, for fucking once. Without the brooding drell or the turian who thinks he’s funny, and the salarian who won’t shut up.
~
Except…it turns out maybe she doesn’t hate the brooding drell as much as the thought she did. At least not when the alternative is getting hit on by a turian who looks like he failed an audition for the Blue Suns. When she catches herself actually scanning the lounge for a familiar face, she swears and orders another drink.
These places are all the same. Neon lights, thudding bass, the smell of booze and alien sweat, like despair is a universal language that transcends species.
She stares moodily into a fresh drink from her seat at the bar, concentrating on the rhythm of the music, rather than the asari flaunting her bare hips a little too close for comfort.
It’s always asari strippers. She’d pay good money to see an elcor on one of those poles. Even a salarian would at least be something different. With a snicker she wonders if the salarian doctor from the Normandy has any moves.
Huh. Speaking of the salarian doctor.
Mordin pads through the bar, glancing over his shoulder before sneaking out the back exit towards the lower level. The kind of glance you tend to make when you hope no one’s looking.
Curious, she sets the drink on the counter and follows.
The salarian makes his way into a side alley before stopping to run a quick scan with his omnitool, mumbling under his breath. Fuck, he talks to himself even when he’s alone. She leans against a pillar out of his eyeline until the omnitool closes with a shimmer. After another furtive look he’s on his way again.
The shady alley takes a sharp left, opening back up into a side street that makes the Gozu slums look downright homey. The circulators wheeze, leaving the air stale and humid, which does nothing to mitigate the musty smell of piss. A human kid, can’t be more than a teenager, sits barefoot with her knees drawn to her chest, shitty Elkoss Combine pistol loosely gripped in one hand, guarding a pathetic pile of belongings. A pack of vorcha prowl the street several meters away. The most wholesome looking fucker in the whole zone is a batarian hocking wares from a bin, who sings a throaty tune that’s surprisingly pleasant.
Fitting that Afterlife, where Aria reigns from on high, is surrounded by the kind of place even rats might think twice about infiltrating.
So what the fuck is the salarian doing here?
The girl with the pistol eyes Jack with disinterest, then lowers her head and mumbles something to herself.
A part of her, a very small fucking part, pities her. Just one more kid with no future and no say in it. Maybe one day she’ll get pissed enough, angry enough, to fight her way out.
Not Jack’s business. Being soft never got her anywhere, and it won’t for this kid, either.
Jack scans the street for any sign of the salarian, concerned she lost him until she spots movement inside an abandoned storefront lined with broken windows. That damaged horn is hard to miss. She takes a step forward, but halts at the sound of voices coming from the other direction.
“This way,” a deep voice rumbles, flanged with subharmonics.
Jack steps abruptly back into the alley, pressing her back flat against the grimy wall. The girl’s eyes follow her, before she drops her gaze into her lap and mumbles again.
Suspicion pricks the base of Jack’s spine. One hand strays to the pistol holstered at her waist, a Carnifex, courtesy of the salarian. She raises her other fist close to her chest, probing the gravity well with a roll of her fingers.
A turian in Blue Suns armor comes to a halt in front of the girl.
“You sure it was a salarian?”
She stares up with wide eyes, grip tightening on her pistol, and nods.
The turian tosses her a credit chit and signals over his shoulder. A batarian and another salarian join him, one with a shotgun, one with an assault rifle. Jack swears under her breath. The girl is a little less helpless than she’d given her credit for.
I thought this asshole doctor was STG. How does former STG walk right into a trap?
She draws in a deep breath. Two against three is easy enough odds.
Well. She’d wanted to find a good time.
Read the rest on Ao3
