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I am inflicting, or perhaps bestowing, upon you: Garrus as various unnecessarily sexualized references that come up if you look up refs of women with guns :)

(( @milkywayes i know we’ve like almost never interacted but the silly comment i left on your post would Not leave my brain. I need to show u what you inspired ))

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The goodess boy 💛

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⠀ “ THE HEART’S WISHES. ”

— ִ ✧ rosa card random icons.

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So I woke up to a rather delightful sight today morning and I would like you all to experience the sight with me as well.

...... Yeah... I spot you all. Hoyo was for some reason (Bless that reason) Very nice to give us this early Christmas present. The new CN MR event Sweetheart's gift conveys what it wants to with its title and cards. They ARE the gifts.

Luke looks so innocent like a puppy, he just wants to be a good boy. Artem looks damn good and hot with his disheveled state, kind of confused but excited for what's about to happen and is happening. On the other hand, our Dr. Richter looks so calm and composed, looking at us with the all knowing going in his eyes beckoning us to come forward and do whatever we want with him. And Marius... Oh God... Marius von Hagen. The things he does to me... The disheveled state, the mischievous look in his eyes and the god damn smug in his lips.

Uhm, my emotions went a bit rampant there but other than the gifts, I also love the decorations and aesthetic here. The Christmas vibe can totally be felt from the cards. Not to mention the cute, small things we have in the cards like Santa hat hair clip on Luke or the ring on Vyn'd finger which has a V on it or Marius' Christmas themed earrings. I love it all and it's very difficult to choose which one ml I should go for.

Nonetheless all those playing CN server, I wish you all luck! Happy Holidays guys!

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dress blues

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My Favourite Mass Effect Companions (Part One)

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"I'm Commander Shepard and this is my favorite plush on the Citadel!" Thank you @conleysdoodles for putting this together :)

My Shepard is a sentinel and she hasn’t picked up a sniper rifle in a whiiiile. Oh, and Barla Von is a well known cheater.

Still... she got an elcor plush... and she beat Vidinos (Pinnacle Station DLC) so I'd say that’s a lot of wins lmao.

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Thank you so much for making this for me, @conleysdoodles !!

The comic is based on the gif, Garrus got in the way of the rocket that was about to hit Shepard!

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I can finally post the pieces I did for @normandyzine​

I kicked my own butt getting these done and I can say without hesitation that they are by far the most complicated and detailed works I’ve ever done to date. I learned a ton in the process and I’m wildly proud of the results.

Also if anyone missed out on the pre-orders there are still copies available right now (while they last).

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Wanted to post just the linework from my zine pieces because it took forever and I like how it looks. 

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This scene. My heart. 😭

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squint for me real quick

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MORE PHOTS IN MUH REBLOG

Psst. Don't tell the jolkein rolkein rolkein estate, but this is amazing. DO consider buying a print from the extraordinary artist responsible:

https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/leiaham/

Original Twitter thread with the artist's thoughts and commentary:

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The Gilded Horn's Drink Menu:

For my responsible appreciators of good games and drink, this missive was found in the pub in Dragon Age: Inquisition's Trespasser DLC, on the table where Sera is perched: The Golden Nug: An effervescent white Seleney wine with a dash of West Hill brandy and a spash of pomegrante juice. Muddled with raspberries and a sprig of royal elfroot.

The Hissing Drake: A bold mix of cinnamon-infused whiskey, dark Llomerryn rum, and Hirol's lava burst. Not for the faint of stomach. (Or heart!)

Benediction: Prophet's Laurel gin served with a wedge of lime and a thimble of Golden Scythe

The Emerald Valley: Made with a spirit distilled by Chantry sisters in Lydes from over seventy herbs and flowers. Topped by egg-white foam dusted with nutmeg.

A Night of Shame: Our sweetest Antivan port with a dash of chocolate bitters and a twist of orange. Served in a flued of chilled Serault glass.

The Randy Dowager: Rumored to have been concocted by the editor of Orlais' most scandalous periodical herself. A tall glass of Abyssal Peach liquor and fresh cream, garnished with sugared rose petals and served on a silk handkerchief with a scandalous rhyming couplet inked on it by the bartender.

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In the midst of a battle to stop the resurrection of a god, we stopped to play some cards with this friendly dude.

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game: here are two choices ur decision will affect the story

me:

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N7 Month Day 2: Tension

(AO3 Link - I'll be coming back around to fill Day 1 later, but I didn't want it to hold me up. Here's some NSFW Shakarian, an expansion on this old drabble I wrote.)

“Wait. There.”

Garrus pushed a little harder over Shepard’s right shoulder blade. “Here?”

She hissed. “Yes. More pressure.” He acquiesced, and she melted with a moan. Garrus had picked up backrubs much like he’d picked up everything else about being with a human: with copious research and dogged determination. He pressed in with tiny circles, and she couldn’t suppress a little squirm in her hips, seeking friction. She genuinely loved these massages for their intended purpose, but sometimes…

An altogether different kind of pressure made her gasp. “Garrus, you don’t have-“

“Shh.” He slid one long finger inside her. “Just relax.”

With a shaky breath, Shepard nodded and closed her eyes, gripping the pillow on either side of her head. She tried to lift her hips toward him, but his other hand was right there to keep her flat on the bed. He dragged his finger in and out at an agonizing pace, and she whined, "Garrus, stop teasing me."

At first, he only chuckled, but after a few more strokes, he began to speed up, and he curled his finger to stimulate that spot inside her.

"Yes," she panted, wriggling her hips as much as his grip would allow. She opened her eyes to get a look at him behind her and was pleased to see that he was already out of his plates. "Fuck me." The words were out before she had time to think about them. "Just like this." She wrapped her ankles around his spurs, giving over control.

He didn't need to be told twice. He slid his finger out of her and spread his knees apart, forcing her legs to spread as well. His subvocals pitched lower as he lined himself up with her entrance and - slowly - pushed in, gripping her hands where they still held tight to the pillowcase and panting against the back of her neck.

She whimpered - she was tighter like this, and the stretch burned in the best way. She felt him trembling as he waited for her to adjust, and she smiled into the pillow. Ever the gentleman. She raised her hips what little she could to signal her readiness, and he took the hint, pulling back until only the head of his cock was still inside her, then pressing back in with a long, smooth thrust.

Shepard moaned, not caring to control her volume, and she turned her head to capture Garrus's mouth plates with her lips. His tongue quickly came out to play with hers, stroking in time with his hips. She sighed into the kiss, content to let him have his way with her.

It wasn't long before his thrusts grew more erratic and he let go of her hands to grasp her hips, changing their angle so that the bottom of his groin plates stimulated her clit. She cried his name, and he panted, "Yes," pounding her into the mattress. "Come for me, Vi."

The tension in her snapped, and she climaxed with a shout, her cunt squeezing Garrus for all he was worth. He was right behind her, pumping his hips and filling her with his hot, sticky seed.

He groaned, collapsing to the side and stroking her back almost absentmindedly. "So," he slurred, "feeling more relaxed?"

She smiled at him. "Definitely."