#baby grunt

[unknown-dreams]

Mass Effect 2

Garrus Vakarian (My turian husband)

Urdnot Grunt (My Baby Krogan)

Commander Shepard

[commanderkats]

So I have received my gift for @masseffectholidaycheer and I love them! Grunt is one of my most favorite boys and the space hamster bag is sooo cute, thank you so much @elizashepard

[capricornsims]

Jenny and Lyla are best friends no matter what kind of feud is happening between their husbands. Either way, they get together and plan to raise their babies to be best friends like they are. Lyla spends most of her time at the Smith house, and PT9 is more than happy to cook for all of them.

Also, this is part 2 of my last post.

[muffinlance]

Gym rat baby was Very Upset about not being able to lift the 5 pound weights, so I gently helped her.

...I am spotting for a baby

[pfhwrittes]

gaz doesn't understand how you'd not want a moment of peace and quiet when coming home. how can he? when home to him is being fussed over by his mums and sisters endlessly.

when home to gaz is extra servings on his plate and trying to keep up with conversations in between bites.

home to gaz is being smothered with so much well-meaning affection and pulled into hugs that tweak his back, neck and shoulders over and over.

home to gaz is having his sisters shove their phones in his face and taking pictures with heart eyes filters. or having stray hands smooth over his hair and telling him that he needs a trim.

home to gaz is his sister hammering on the door to the bathroom because you've been in there forever kyle! when he just needs a minute to breathe in and out.

[sgtgrunt0331-3]

Sgt. Matt Jaffe, from the 24th MEU, holds an Afghan infant during the evacuation from the airport in Kabul, Afghanistan, in August 2021. This photo was highly publicized on news outlets and social media around the world.

To me, this image embodies everything it means to be a United Stares Marine. A rugged, highly-trained warrior who is ready at a moments notice to do great violence upon our nation's enemies and protect our way of life. Just seconds later, he becomes a gentle, loving and compassionate individual who is ready to care for and protect those who are too weak or unable to protect themselves.

Most people in this world are unable to grasp how Marines are able love and care for others with the same hands they are trained to do violence and kill with. This is why they will never become a Marine and those of us who have earned the title will always be proud of it. Semper Fi to all my fellow Marine brothers and sisters out there who continue to carry on our proud history and traditions.

(Photo by: Sgt. Isaiah Campbell/USMC)

[ssahotchnerr]

this scene

[bad-auntie-ronnie]

mama and papa on their way to acquire the 800lbs krogan tank-hatched son

[thecousinsdangereux]

whoever decided to change Tali's name on the elevator after her loyalty mission, I would like to kiss you on the mouth

[russilton]

George and fish post George and fish post george and fish post George-

[kamiiri]

Once again, nighttime fell, and Tank was making his rounds. As he aggressively stomped through the halls, he listened to the thudding of his military boots against the metal floor. He hoped that the thuds would drown out the sound of his own thoughts, which were unusually loud. But of course nothing could drown those out.

His loudest thoughts were of his mother, Lyla. He missed her. He thought of the way she used to tiptoe into his room in the mornings and gently wake him for school. While he was busy getting ready, she’d be downstairs carefully packing his lunch—a peanut butter sandwich with strawberry jelly and no crust, just the way he liked it. And at night, after helping him complete his math homework that would bring him to tears with its difficulty, she’d give him a little kiss on the forehead, leaving a shiny pink ring of lip gloss for him to wipe off with a grossed out giggle. Then she’d return to the kitchen to be yelled at by his father.

Tank knew that things were never perfect. His parents could argue for hours. But he didn’t think it was ever so bad that Lyla would just leave with no explanation. He wondered what she was up to these days. He wondered what could possibly be so great out there that she needed to permanently remove herself from his life. Was it something he did? Why was he not good enough for her? Why wasn’t he ever good enough?

[milkywayes]

dreamt a cipher

a shepard/garrus post-destroy ending longfic.

[AO3 link]

I’ve debated a while about when to start posting this. Now it’s the new year, and I’ve been working on Cipher for over a year and a half, and I’ve waited long enough to start sharing it with you all. I’ve decided it’s finally time to start uploading while I work on the final chapters.

I started writing this before I ever drew a single piece of fanart for Mass Effect. It’s all the things that were bouncing around in my head after choosing the destroy ending with a mostly-paragon Shepard—consequence and responsibility and self-recrimination; her relationship with Garrus and with herself; their ties to each other and how much weight they can bear; their differing perspectives and how they slot together—all that fun stuff—compressed into a story, a place, a narrative. 

I believe in the power of love, and I promise a happy ending. They’ve just been taking the long way to get there. Feel free to yell at me in the meantime.

A huge thank you to @callista-curations for her meticulous and invaluable beta work, and to @that-wildwolf and @gammaraydeath for being the best hypemen I could ask for!

A more detailed list of warnings can be found on AO3.

I've posted the full cover art here.

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Summary:

Pairing: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Rating: M (subject to change) Important Tags: post-destroy ending - angst with a happy ending - slow burn (of sorts) - arguing - reconciliation - survivor guilt - minor original characters Her own personal Noverian peak. That’s what it was supposed to be. Nothing but the discovery: no distractions, no comfort, no windows looking out—no familiar faces. But it's starting to look like her winning streak might have ended in that pile of Citadel rubble, if it ever extended that far to begin with. ──── “How does the Earth idiom go? No use beating a dead—” A long-suffering sigh. “What was it again?” “A dead horse. And yet, you’re here. Beating it.” Pot, kettle. She wishes he’d just fucking say it.

-> AO3.

Read the start of Chapter 1: Constant Velocity under the cut!

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The overhead lights flicker as they always do when the data screens are up and running. It’s not something one gets used to, even so. It stings at her ocular nerves—or something like that, anyway, somewhere along the delicate wires that extend from her eyeballs into her brain—but her focus on the data doesn’t waver.

“In that case,” says Shepard, squinting against the ache, “what we need is salvage from a relay outside the immediate burst zone. Four jumps away. Five, if possible. There’s no point to any of this if we can’t scrape together a control group.”

She glances back at Elsawy, who so far hasn’t made it more than a meter into the room. She nods without looking up from her omni-tool; orange shimmers off her shiny, black hair, giving her the uncomfortable air of a Cerberus operative. Not the worst comparison, except that Miranda would waste no time letting her know if her logic took a faulty turn somewhere. Elsawy’s just as likely to agree now and write a message detailing all her crap conclusions later.

Leaning her hip against the conference table, Shepard shifts her weight off her left leg, bites down on the sigh that almost manages to slip out. Once in the clear, she grouses, “Where the hell is Meyer? He’s the one that called this meeting.”

As it is, it’s three people in attendance and she’s the only one talking. She could’ve achieved the same results with a voice call from her quarters, where she could elevate her leg in peace and without witnesses. In the dark.

“Lab Two,” answers Elsawy, finally ripping her attention off the omni-screen and gracing Shepard with a second of eye contact. Maybe in another life she could appreciate the effort—Jesus, as if she hasn’t had her fill of lives already. “We’re close to a breakthrough on the initial output patterns. Sorry. He’s been feeding his data to me.”

“Right.” She blinks once, twice, in time with the flickering. It doesn’t help; it never does. “I’ll swing by later, then. Anything else he asked you to relay?” 

“Just that, Commander.” Elsawy is mumbling just enough that her voice has to compete with the drone of the air vents. The translator takes a second to filter out and amplify it. The result is less than perfect: “More salvage—” bzzrt—“bigger picture, you got it.” She narrows her eyes, and Shepard raises a brow. “Left leg or—” bzz!—“left hip?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Commander.”

“It’s nothing relevant,” she says pleasantly, forcing herself to stand up straight again. There’s a brief tremor shaking up her hamstrings; she waves a hand to distract from it. In the frenzy of the lights, the movement looks jerky, nervous. She soldiers on. “Old field injury. Unrelated. Anything can set it off.”

Funny, kind of, since it’s that very leg that ends in the most perfect, cooperative example of a foot she’s ever had the pleasure of treading on. It’s cloned; a replacement. Not the only one either. They should’ve just done away with the whole limb, but she hadn’t been consulted. Same with her trick shoulder. Not even Cerberus had managed to get that one back on the straight and narrow.

“I’d rather you bring it up with the doctor,” replies Elsawy. This is, apparently, what it takes for her to finally speak at a reasonable volume. “If we manage to fill even one of the data gaps…”

“I know,” she says. “I know, and I’m telling you, it’s unrelated.”

-> continue reading on AO3

[herobrilne]

tankjohnny's daughter delta from my strangetown!! they have 2 children and 2 pets with another baby on the way 🐱🐱🐱

bonus tankjohnny scs

[gordon-furman]

biggest fan

[ms-scarletwings]

He angy, surly, petulant even

[hyacinth-sims]

random assorted screenshots from my personal game while i set up my simblr game :D