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It’d be an awfully empty galaxy without you. 💙

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I took one of my old unfinished artworks to paint after a long hiatus, and here's the final result ❤

🎶The Anix - Hideaway . . Haven't seen you for a long time, I apologize for my sudden disappearance. I'm okay now (more or less) and slowly returning to drawing and social media

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Maybe the reason Garrus spends so much time calibrating the Normandy's main gun is because they didn't get a single shot off when the Collectors ambushed them at the beginning of ME2.

As long as he's aboard the Thanix cannon will run 120%, fully online, ready at a moments notice. As long as he's here. Shepard will never be blindsided like that again.

They failed her one, but as long as he's aboard he never will.

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the thing about shakarian is that he looks up to her. there's plenty of romances out there where a plucky young ingenue catches the eye of her older, established, competent peer but this one is different. he joins up with her at the drop of a hat because he's eager and impatient and he thinks she's the shit. and she is the shit. she's established in her career, made a name for herself, commands the respect of an entire crew, and she kills a reaper in the middle of the citadel.

and then the universe tries to get in the way — he nearly kicks the bucket on omega, and she kicks it for real but not for good — but they find each other and it's not even a question whether he'll follow her into the breach. he'll do it again. and again. and again. his devotion isn't borne from some paternalistic need to take care of her; she can handle herself just fine. he follows her because he believes in her, and that makes the part where they fall in love even better.

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sleeping in, because they deserve to

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Save me, I fell down the Mass Effect Rabbithole.

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The team takes a stroll around Arlathan Forest and Lucanis is long-suffering

Follow up here : LINK

Also little bonus cause I like seeing that man suffer :

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Thanks again @p243568 for commissioning me. A very cathartic piece for me personally. I hope the wait was worth it. 😭⚔️

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Happy early Valentine's Day to this sopping wet cat of a man <-- said with all the love and affection in my heart 🥰

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Javik (speed paint)

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Wait what's a buildings fire evacuation plan if you aren't supposed to use the elevator to get down

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The intro to Garrus in Mass Effect 2 is so slutty

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it's happening it's happening it's happening shakarian dry humping in public

“You--” Garrus said, but his voice caught in his throat. He cleared it, shifting under her weight. 

Shepard allowed herself to feel self conscious for the first time. It had been lingering, just simmering underneath her skin and her stupid latex dress. That maybe Garrus wouldn’t appreciate her latest stunt, that perhaps she was too rash, that normally it was proper practice to ask whether or not it was appropriate to give him a lapdance in the middle of a club with the threat of krogan mercs trailing them. Shepard never claimed to be the type of person who thought before she acted. She figured that Garrus liked that about her… that is, if Garrus liked her at all. 

She shifted again in an attempt to alleviate some of her weight off of Garrus’s lap. He huffed again, this time louder, his breath hot on her neck. His grip on her hips was so firm that she knew there would be three halfmoon indents on each side from his talons. Maybe he was drawing blood. Maybe he didn’t know how delicate human skin was. Or maybe-- 

She pulled away from his neck. Despite the club being dubiously lit, there was no denying how incandescently bright his neck blushed blue. 

“Are you… turned on right now?” Shepard asked. 

Garrus seemed to be physically unable to meet her gaze. “What? No,” he said in a voice that did not at all sound like Garrus’s voice. Like somebody took his voice, put it through a filter that made him sound younger and significantly more whiny, then played it through her tool. 

Shepard let her hips settle down fully on Garrus’s lap. He could deny it all he wanted, but there he was. All of that staring she did earlier gave away one very important detail: turian suits did very little in the ways of masking a hard-on. 

“Aren’t turians not supposed to lie?” she teased. She leaned back into his neck, letting that scent fill her nose. “I thought it was against your doctrine.” 

“Common misconception. Can lie. Choose to lie. Sometimes,” he said. Each word was its own sentence, jilted and choppy, almost like it hurt coming out. Again, Shepard pressed down on Garrus’s lap. The friction between her legs that she ignored this entire time was persistent. He hissed in her ear. 

“Did you lie to me just now?” 

Garrus was silent for a second, as if weighing his options carefully. She couldn’t blame him for taking extra time-- if she had someone grinding on her lap, concentration would be hard to come by. 

“Maybe. A little.” His fingers, instead of gripping harder on her hips, grew lighter. Almost faint. He dared to move them up her hips, right where the bones gave way for her softer middle. His subvocals were so violent on her chest that she wouldn’t have been surprised if she turned into one great big vibrator. “You try staying in your slit when the human with the second best ass on the Citadel starts grinding on your lap.” 

“Second best?” Shepard repeated. “Who the hell has the best?” 

He was silent again, but for a shorter pause. “That was another lie. It’s you. I think it’s healthy that you stay humble. Good for the mind.”

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Garrus Vakarian+ not saying "I love you."

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Alena Trevelyan and Cullen are sitting on a pier over a frozen lake, somewhere near the Haven. The Breach is shining in the sky, and the snow is slowly falling on their shoulders. Peace and quiet.

My new and, at the same time, the most difficult commission in recent years! I still need to practice, but I think my first experience of such a full-fledged illustration can be considered successful. I like the winter atmosphere of the picture, as well as the textured brushstrokes and shades ❄️ If you are interested in a commission please send me an email to point.maitimo@gmail.com

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Yours, always

I was so enormously thrilled to be given the chance to commission the very lovely and amazingly talented @lonelymagpies to work on this really special art of Lyra and Harvey's wedding day!

I wrote a small chapter about their wedding day in my Inktober fic, Echoes of Autumn, last year and knew I would have to get some lovely art of that moment some day. I adore this piece so much. The details are just so incredibly perfect, from the stars in Lyra's hair, her beautiful dress that shows off those freckly shoulders that Harvey is crazy about, to the pink roses, to Harvey's tender and loving expression. They are so smitten here, it gives me butterflies. The thing that really gets me? Zoom in and you can see a tear in her eye.

This is so beautiful, I will treasure it! Thank you so much for working with me!

Here's a snippet of this moment from the fic:

‘Hi handsome.’ She greeted him and his heart thundered wildly, butterflies swirling in his stomach.

His mind scrambled as he tried to recall how to speak. Harvey smiled bashfully, hearing her breath catch in her throat, watching a single tear trickle down her cheek. He tentatively reached out, catching the teardrop with his thumb, bringing it to his lips. She sighed softly.

‘Hello lovely.’ He breathed.

She reached up, fingertips delicately pushing into his hair, sweeping back the curl on his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into her gentle caress. He let out a whisper quiet sigh, forgetting for just a moment that he was surrounded by the whole town. He opened his eyes, feeling light-headed.

Her smile grew. ‘Want to marry me today?’ She whispered.

His voice wavered, a ripple of uncertainty flooding over him bringing goosebumps in its wake. ‘Yes��� Do you… do you want to marry me today?’

Suddenly the world stopped turning. He felt trapped in his own question, the moment stretching for eternity. He watched as her hands gripped the small bouquet of pale pink roses she held, noticed how she seemed to bounce lightly on her toes. Excitement radiated from her, eyes sparkling with glee. She bit back a quiet giggle, the sound floating free. He realised he was holding his breath.

She inhaled deeply, lips curling to a smile. ‘I can’t wait to marry you.’

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Art for ME3 Zine