#mass effect kinky turian

[magnoliabutters]

HOW ABOUT THAT WINE?

pairing: garrus "archangel" vakarian x fem!shepard

inspiration: @chestharrington’s lazy ghoul's kinktober → week one: love making

warnings: 18+ content, mdni; mass effect 2 spoilers & references, dorky fluff, dom smut vibes, lovey dovey, p in v, cunnalingus, human anatomy, etc.

word count: ~3.4k

note: it is the beginning of kinktober, y'all! straight from a writing hiatus and right into some alien (*cough* turian) smut. let's get freaky kinky dinky babes...

You're crazy about him. Abundantly crazy. There isn't a minute - no, a second that goes by where his name isn't scribbled all over your mind. The way he makes you feel, god. It's almost like he doesn't even know what power he holds over you.

You thought a shower might help clear your mind, but it only gave you a room filled with steam and thoughts. You are already red hot, pink in the cheeks from just saying good night after your last mission. He shot you a smile and you instantly turned into an absolute puddle. Does he even know the power he holds over you?

Garrus Vakarian is all you can think about - clothed, armored, naked. Nothing else matters.

And yet, some how - some way, this man has no idea what he does to you. He walks around the Normandy without a single care in the world. Not knowing in the slightest how quick you'd drop to your knees, begging him to carry you up to your cabin and fuck you better than you've ever had.

For now, there's only simple greetings and salutations. Professionalism at its max, seeing as you are his superior. God, you could hear Alliance HR calling after your last conversation with Garrus.

All that talk about how turians like to release some stress after harrowing missions... Now, after every mission, you bite your tongue until you can scream into your pillow.

Brushing your hair back, you let the warm water sink into your scalp. You hope - no, pray that these feelings go away. At least until the squad gets through the Omega-4 Relay, if we make it back.

The pipes squeak as you hastily turn off the water. You throw the towel over your body, soaking up all the moisture from your slick skin. Another towel to your face as you reach the corners of your eyes and rub the texture against the tops of your cheeks. Your hair is still wet as you tie it into a loose bun. Strands fall without any distinct pattern around your head.

One last wrap around your body, and you make your way back into the cabin. As you turn the corner, you catch a glimpse of the sweetest, most delicate man wearing his nicest blues and with wine in hand.

"Hey," he says with that dark melodic voice.

Your jaw slightly drops. Your brows raise and lips quiver as you stand before him in your white towel. His eyes stray to your chest, down your stomach and to the tops of your thighs. "I - I'm sorry, you need to get dressed."

Garrus turns to walk out the door, but a hand at his shoulder stops him. "What do you have there, soldier?" you ask with a bit of tease. You could care less about getting dressed. Hell, the quicker you get this towel off the better.

"I brought wine," he answers nervously. "Best I could afford on a vigilante's salary."

Your cheeks perk into a smile as happy little butterflies fill your chest. Eyes upon him, begging for him to ravish you right here - right now. Push you up against the desk and fuck you until you both pass out.

Alas, those seductress eyes fill him with worry. Garrus rushes towards the sound system. His finger furiously tapping against the holo until a fast-tempo, bass rattles your ribcage.

With hopeful brows raised to the heavens, you watch as he timidly sways to the beat. Your heart calls for him. Your sweet, little nerdy boy. How he ever got anyone before you is beyond you, but - hell, he'll never have anyone else after you.

You waltz over him with seductive movements in your steps. Your tongue runs over the smooth of your lips. Your lashes bat his way, forcing his grip to tighten at the bottle's neck. Your smile gentle and inviting, wanting nothing more than his hands upon your body.

"If you were a turian, I'd be complimenting your waist or your fringe," Garrus states, trying his hardest not to be overwhelmed by your sexuality. His head is down with eyes watching his stimming fingers. "So...," he takes a deep breath before slowly raking up your body. "Your, uh, hair looks good. And your waist is very supportive."

You giggle with a hand planted at your hip. Everything he does, everything he says fuels that fire in your stomach. The need - the desire to feel his touch. God, you wish you could find some excuse for accidentally dropping your towel, but no. It would be much much better if he was the one pulling it off you.

With silence being too much for him to bear, Garrus carries on, "Hopefully that's not offensive in human culture." He takes a deep sigh, realizing he is still too formal. "Crap, I should've watched the vids Mordin sent." Spouting off facts like this, you and him, was some kind of science experiment - interspecies intercourse.

Recognizing the face of self-deprecating thoughts, you raise your hand and land it against his shoulder. "Whoa! Consider me seduced, smooth talker." You pull yourself closer into him. He peers down at your face, taking shivering breaths at your proximity. "Now shut up and stop worrying."

You squeeze his shoulder before trailing your palm across his chest. You walk over to the sound system and turn down the blaring noise. All you want to hear is him. All you want to see is him. You lean back against the wall, kicking your foot up as you shoot him your shining smile.

But something troubles him.

Garrus' head falls once again. He doesn't close the space between you two like you had thought. His words soft and sincere. "I just... I've seen so many things go wrong, Shepard. My work C-Sec, what happened with Sidonis..."

You push off the wall. Your hand falls at his scarred cheek. The silly boy thinks his wound is what got you interested, when you would have easily been in his bed back when they were dealing with Sovereign.

"I want something to go right, just once."

His ocean eyes raise to yours. They are humble, gentle, and vulnerable. It almost aches your heart. The way they peer into you - hell, like he's peering into your soul. Muscles in your face soften as you let him in. Let everything in.

This isn't just a fling. This isn't just because you're able to go on a suicide mission. No, you found something that you've never had before. You both found something within each other. You didn't understand what it meant to have a bondmate until this moment, until looking into these eyes.

You love him, more than you've loved anything or anyone in your life.

Almost as though he was drawing you in, you and Garrus both lean in with foreheads pressed against each other. Soft and powerful. You feel that fire reignite deeper within you.

You can feel the heat resonating off his chest as he pulls you in closer. His hands slowly guide your own back to your sides. With a single finger, he tilts your chin up to look at him. Your lips part as all the breath escapes you.

Garrus' eyes look at all features of your face, bouncing back and forth until they land on your lips. His hand finds its way at the base of your skull. He pulls you in with a force you did not expect.

His lips press against yours, firm and tight. Your hands fall into the concave of his lower back, pulling him into you. As his fingers dig into your hair, you can feel his lips begin to relax. They become pliable and gentle.

You brush your tongue against his mouth, begging for more. Garrus is more than happy to oblige as he slightly parts his lips and digs his hips against your stomach. Your tongue is deep within, crashing against his own as your hands drag him back against your chin and nose. You've been waiting for this moment for quite some time and, now, he knows it.

Your passion for Garrus is not just chance. Not just a simple sexy scar on the right of his face. No, you wanted him. You wanted to devour him, and he is more than happy to oblige.

Arms rush to wrap around his neck, forcing your towel to crash at your tip-toed feet. Eyes closed and breathing hitched. Your tongue massages against his, causing little moans to float between you both.

Garrus' hands explore your freshly exposed body. They are firm as they discover the curves of your bodice and waist. He staggers, guiding you back against the wall. You gasp at the cold sensation, but he didn't care. His hand digs under your right thigh, pulling your bent leg up to his waist.

His tongue slides across your lips. You push against him, practically biting into his kiss. Lips red and bruised and you still crush them upon him. This is all you have wanted, whether knowing it or not, since you met him. Hell if you're going to hold back.

And yet, Garrus picks you up. His hands secure your legs around his waist as he walks down the steps to your bedroom. His eyes still closed, but he navigates through the space flawlessly. His hands grip tightly onto your ass, pinching with excitement.

He places you down upon your mattress with a mixture of dominance and pleasure. You pull your wet hair out of its bun before resting on your back. He sinks to his knees between your legs with hands trailing up your thighs.

Garrus rakes over you. Those same very eyes bouncing left to right, up and down. There's so much to look at, so much to enjoy - so much to love. He decides to start at your thighs with determination. His kisses cause your heart to pound. Sweet, little pecks that prickle your skin. You struggle to keep your thighs from closing upon him.

As he presses his soft mouth against you, he breathes you in. "You are so beautiful, Shepard," he purrs with a vibration to his chest. "Your waist..." His hands find their way back to your hip bones. He rubs against them as he grinds into the side of the mattress. "Your hair," he mewls as he plays with a long strand resting just above your left breast.

"God, Garrus," you whimper at his touch. Your hips rut against his chest. Your clit craving sensation, craving him.

A sharp smirk forms across his face. "Say it again, I like it."

With a laugh, you prop yourself onto your elbows. You try to look at him but are stuck in a haze as he circles the space where your hips and thighs meet. A deep breath and you plead, "Garrus, I need you."

He growls as the other side of his smile perks up. His kisses become bites that travel down your inner thighs. You try to curl in to yourself, but he holds you down, showing you exactly who is in charge in this part of the Normandy.

His tongue lathers up your thigh, finding itself at the tip of your slit. Your breath hitches every so often, floating on the edge of overstimulation. His hands dig into the meat of your thighs, leaving little crescent shaped indents into your reddening skin.

Your hands crash into your hair as Garrus' tongue parts your lips. His thickness lathers up your juices as he guides you down to your ass. "Oh god," you cry out. He groans, growls into you. Any sound you make fuels the raging thrusts forming a hole into the side of your bed.

His finger curls around to lightly flick your bean. His tongue doused with your love and, fuck, did he love every single drop of you. The way your musical moans floated in the air forces something dark to emerge within him. Something primitive and degenerate.

The things he would love to do to you...

Garrus flicks his tongue in a way that makes your head spin. Your chin is up to the sky and your eyes are squeezed shut. Your fingers are tangled in your hair and your hips are pressed firmly against his wet chin.

Only briefly do both your eyes meet during the act. Those sparkling eyes highlighted by thick navied tattoos across his nose and cheekbones. All you want to do is ride that face. Ride that serene, tender face until you explode.

His thick tongue laps against you. A hand rushes to your breast with fingers tightly clasping your hardened nipple. The pinching sensation creates a light-headedness that holds your eyes closed. Your moans can surely be heard throughout the cabin but you couldn't care in the slightest.

"Jesus, fuck," you choke out. "Oh, shit - right there, right there."

Garrus hums, sending another pleasant vibration across the sheets. He utters, proud of himself, "Seems like those vids really helped-"

"Vakarian! Stop talking!"

You push his head down onto you, sliding his tongue further inside. Your entire body feels like pins and needles. Sounds you don't recognize fall from your lips. The pleasure intense. Time slows as you feel your body tighten around him. Your lashes flutter, only showing the smallest glimpses of the lit room.

Garrus delves his firm tongue in. He tries his best not to rip into your skin, not knowing what might hurt and what might feel good. If he trusted his instincts, he would be balls deep within you - thrusting until there was nothing else left for him to give. He always thought he wanted an honorable death by combat. Fuck that, he wants to die in a concussive blast of two bondmates cumming as one.

Fire begins to pool at your abdomen. Your heart races in ways that leave you seeing stars. Your body becomes jagged, happily enduring his powerful thrusts as the rubber band gradually begins to pop.

"Garrus, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," your mewling voice grows higher and higher in pitch.

Upon feeling your walls cave around his tongue in pulsating bursts, Garrus chuckles softly. His pink, fleshly tongue still thick and firm within you. His hands gentle as one softly circles your nipple and the other circles your protruding hip bones.

"Mmm'Shepard," he mewls as he licks his lips.

You struggle to control your heaving breath as jolts of pleasure disperse across your body. Garrus rips his shirt off of him, pulling the cloth over him with one hand. He begins to crawl over you with something firm and pointed traveling across your skin. His own breathing hitched as he crashes a hand beside your head.

You open your eyes to his sweet, endearing smile. His hand warmly pressed against the side of your face. A finger brushes across your cheek bones. His touch gentle as you pant your way back to baseline. His cock hot and hard as it rests against your thigh.

"Ready for more, Commander?"

"Yes, Archangel," you whisper tenderly.

With those two words, Garrus' breath hitches and a voice whimpers out. He leans into you, hovering his lips just above you. You crave him. You feel the static thick in the air between you.

Finally, he caves and drops his loving lips against you. His tongue, your new favorite thing, runs over your lips lightly tracing where they part. He slicks them over, just before you suck in his bottom lip. Your teeth slightly dig into his flesh as you pull him back towards him.

Garrus growls as a slow smirk sprawls across his face. He looks down, only to guide himself at your entrance. The tip barely brushes against your flower and your entire body fills with electricity. He sinks himself into you with one fallen swoop. His girth perfectly filling all the bumps, crooks, and crannies. It forces your jaw to drop as he places caressing pecks upon your cheek.

He pulls back, simply to see himself appear and disappear within you. His breath halts as he furrows his brows. You are tight, tighter than he has ever had. Part of him is holding on by a damn thread, trying not to bust upon first contact. The other part of him is hell bent on feeling your walls convulse around his pecker, squeezing the cum out of him and filling you up.

You hold back winces at the feel of his cock. He is much bigger than you're used to, much bigger than you expected. You widen your legs for him, begging for him to bury himself within you. Your lashes flutter once again as you melt into his touch.

His thrusts are slow at first. His hand traveling from your hair, cheek, neck, breast, and hip in soft, sullen motions. His heart races as he watches your eyes lighten up with each bottoming thrust. He can feel the coil within him tightening and tightening.

Garrus never knew what love was until he saw your face. He never knew what primal attraction was until now.

Gradually, his thrusts become more powerful. His hips digging in deeper and harder. His kisses expand from your neck to your tits. Love bites firm against your clavicle. He loves to hear you gasp, to feel you clench around him. Your hand tightening its grip around his waist.

He sets his pace - firm, solid, and hard. The sight of your breasts bouncing due to his thrusts forces trails of fire to form across his body. He clenches his thighs, working hard to maintain his speed and rhythm.

Words begin to babble from your lips as the endorphins fill your circuiting brain. Your whole body falls limp as it jolts with each of this pounding ruts. Knees begin to buckle and you can feel yourself tightening up. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer and closer for all of eternity.

Huffing, Garrus' movements become more jagged. His breath heavy as he presses his forehead into yours. His lips hang just above yours, brushing against them with each push. He breathes you in, wanting nothing more but to inhale everything that you are.

He bites back a moan as his hips fall out of synchronicity. He tries hard, desperately hard to maintain his rhythm but you can feel him twitching. You can feel his throbbing cock wanting nothing more than a release.

You push back against him, digging your hips against his. With a swift motion, he falls onto his back sending a rippling effect across the mattress. His eyes widen as you sink onto his cock.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, Garrus watches as you effortlessly take him in. His breath hitches as your lips part, gasping ever so lightly with each rut of your hips. Your nails dig into his chest, forming a painful yet orgasmic feeling.

His hands fall at your waist, digging in and holding you in place. Never letting go. His own hips grinding against your warmth.

“Shepard, fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to-”

“Able to what, Vakarian,” you say breathlessly. Your hips dig a bit deeper, grind a bit harder. His brows furrow and his mouth opens. His body shakes, trembling by your movements.

“Oh fuck,” Garrus mewls.

“It feels soo good,” you whimper.

“Oh god, Commander. Oh god.”

“Cum for me, Garrus. Cum inside me! I need it!”

“Fuuuucccckkkkk…”

With a growl, Garrus floods your system with his seed. The very sight of his body trembling beneath you. His thrusts like firm, bursting staccatos. The flick of his head bounces against your g-spot. Your own body shivers with pleasure.

You both ride out your highs, still grinding into each other. Garrus sits up, pulling your chest tight against his own. His breath hot and harsh into the nape of your neck. Your hand hooks at the base of his head, holding him lightly in place.

Hips still jagged as they move. His arms wrap around your waist, forming a tight hold that bounces love between you both. Breath whimpering upon each other’s lips. He presses his nose against your cheek, nuzzling this way to your own. His skin sweaty and warm against your forehead.

“I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” you whisper softly upon his lips.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that.”

“I’ll never be tired of saying it.”

“You are beautiful, absolutely the most beautiful of all the galaxy,” he coos before lightly rubbing his nose against yours.

A soft kiss forces both your eyes to close. Your legs wrap around his back as you rest your weight on his lap. “How about that wine?” you tease before landing another peck on his cheek.

Garrus’ brows jump as that smooth talking smirk shines from left to right. “It’s red… like the blood of our enemies.” He playfully bites into your neck, forcing a squeal you didn’t foresee. “Well, some of our enemies.”

“Okay, calm down, mister vigilante,” you chuckle to yourself.

“Never,” he says before nipping at your neck again. A bustle filled with giggles to end an night you’ll never forget.

note: if you love mass effect & garrus, come back and visit me on N7 day 🩵💙🩵 i has surprise for yous; beginning dialogue & scene are as close to the mass effect 2 romance cutscene before jumping off the ledge into creative shhmut

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[teaveetamer]

Can't wait for my angry DMs, reblogs, and/or screenshots of my posts taken completely out of context in the morning. I'll be writing kinky shit and finishing up Mass Effect 3 in the mean time (maybe read some Garrus smut. Love me some Turian boys)

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[potatocrab]

Writer’s Review

@allisondraste tagged me for this GREAT game. I am tagging @gingerbreton @glowstickia @its-sixxers and @rhetoricalrogue ✨

Rules: Post two snippets of your writing. The first should be one of the oldest examples of your work that you can find (the older the better!), and the other has to be an excerpt from something more recent. Compare the two side by side to see the difference between what your writing looks like now and how it did then.

I’ve been writing forever, but I don’t have access to any of my works pre-Ao3 (ff.net), so I went with my first published work to Ao3, which is a Mass Effect one shot (A Calm Before the Storm) for Joker x EDI that I wrote in 2012! I mean, what? I still like it, despite some overarching formatting (and tense) flaws. 

And then switching to something from Noir AU. :)

Under a cut for length:

A Calm Before the Storm:

Joker smiled again; danger and fear of death really did get people’s hormones going. On the old ship, even Mordin assumed the relationship between Joker and EDI was much more than what it was. He laughed at the thought, but then froze, lips tightening as he realized EDI wasn’t the same AI she was the previous year. Now, the rumors might have some basis. He caught himself from daydreaming as the main battery doors slid open, an unusually relaxed Garrus immerging, stripped of his armor.

“Joker,” he sounded only mildly surprised. Seeing him outside of the bridge was like seeing Tali outside of engineering. “Something wrong?” he mused, tilting his head. Joker swallowed a chunk of his small meal before rising one eyebrow.

“Does something need to be wrong for me to be here?” he laughed as Garrus seemingly rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I was hungry and EDI kinda forced me to take a break,” he explained before eying his civilian clothes. “What are you doing out of the main battery?”

“There’s more to me than calibrating the guns,” he reassured. Joker nodded, eyeing the other end of the floor where the elevator was.

“Yeah, when you aren’t calibrating the weapon’s system you’re calibrating Shepard’s-”

“Keep talking and you’ll end up as ammunition for the Thanix Cannon,” Garrus’s voice rumbled as he spoke, but the small incline of a chuckle at the end of his sentence relieved Joker. He didn’t feel like breaking anything. A small silence came between the two men and Garrus sighed. “Do you think she’ll want some company?” he lowered his voice this time, and Joker refrained from teasing his concern.

“Uh yeah, sure,” he offered a grin, still trying to wrap his head around the commander’s relationship with the turian. Then again, he wasn’t one to judge when he found himself staring at EDI’s body more and more. He was convinced cross-species relationships made more sense than his interest with the ship’s artificial intelligence. “She could use a distraction,”

Garrus’s mandibles twitched, and while Joker was no expert on turian expressions, he wondered if the man just smiled. In return, he nodded, turning towards the elevator. Just like that, he went on his way, and Joker suddenly was met by the awful image of his commanding officer and Garrus doing things no vid could ever describe. A small chill met his spine and he winced, struggling to find his own diversion.

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Salvation is a Last Minute Business: Chapter 5: Bad Luck Can Be a Big Break

“Have you had partners before me, Deacon?” she questioned next, resisting the urge to smile. Now she was just being nosy, even if it was a valid question that had run through her mind. “And why use the codename Deacon anyways? Have a fascination with religious symbolism, or something?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” he joked, feigning annoyance. “I feel like I’m being interrogated!”

Madelyn softly snickered at that. “I could cuff you and take you back to the agency, give you the real experience.”

His eyebrows shot up, lips twisted in amusement. “Kinky.”

Halfway through the maintenance tunnel they came upon a locked gate. Again, Deacon patted at his pockets before reaching directly towards her temple. Understandably, she flinched away, blinking at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“Have a bobby pin I can borrow?” he explained, gloved fingers still reaching for her hairline and up-do. Madelyn dodged his invasive approach, pressing her body closer to the iron bars. Maybe she deserved that for testing his personal bubble.

“Good lord,” she sighed, exasperated, pulling free a small iron pin from her golden curls herself. “I can pick a lock too, if you’d only ask.”

Deacon was visibly pleased by her declaration, shining the light on the lock so that she might see her work. “And where might a lovely lawyer such as yourself have learned such a reprehensible skill?”

“My um—” she faltered, deciding now was not the time to tell Deacon about her deceased husband, or the little things he had taught her in their life together. She wondered if there ever would be a time—or if he already knew, and she even needed to broach the subject. The pin snagged and she steadied her hand. “Nick taught me.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her as if he could tell she was being dishonest. She knew if she was going to continue working with him, she would need to get better at the art of lying. She didn’t go to law school for years upon years without developing a silver-tongue—now it was time to put it to good use. Deacon drummed his fingers along the torch.

“I’m used to running Railroad ops solo. But being partnered up with you?” Madelyn glanced out of the corner of her eye to catch a glimpse of his smirk—apparently it was the only expression he knew. “Isn’t too bad. Now that we’re a team, we should have a code name. Like Double Indemnity, or White Heat…the Big Sleep?”

She paused to remove her gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket. Fingers bare, she had an easier time with the metal pin, even with Deacon’s rambling. “I’m partial to Bogart and Bacall—though I wonder if that movie was only half as good because of their off-screen romance.”

“If this plays out anything like a cliché noir film,” Deacon mused. “I can’t promise you won’t fall devastatingly head-over-heels in love with me by the end.”

Madelyn smiled, but she immediately dismissed the words as harmless banter. So he was a flirt—she could manage that. “I can’t guarantee you won’t be the one doing the falling, Mr. Deacon.”

“Oh, Charmer.”

#tagged meme #8 years is a long time ago #proof I once wrote a Mass Effect fic

[spectre-requisitions-exchange]

Pinch Hit #1

Please send an ask through Tumblr or email [email protected] to claim. This pinch hit will be due Sunday, March 27th at 10:00 PM EST.

EDIT: CLAIMED! Thank you, generous pinch hitters

The requested pairings/combinations are: Saren Arterius/Nihlus Kryik (Fanfiction), Charr/Ereba ( Fanart, Fanfiction), Lantar Sidonis/Solana Vakarian (Fanfiction), Nyreen Kandros/Aria T'Loak (Fanfiction), Female Shepard/Tali'Zorah nar Rayya (Fanfiction), Macen Barro/Avitus Rix (Fanart, Fanfiction), Kaetus/Sloane Kelly (Fanfiction), Vetra Nyx/Female Ryder | Sara (Fanfiction)

Request 1 by Velasa Saren Arterius/Nihlus Kryik, Fanfiction

G to NC-17.  I'll take fluff, I'll take drama, I'll take angst, I'll take smut, anything as long as they're portrayed as the capable men they are in a mutual relationship built on respect (though Saren is likely somewhat emotionally unavailable in account of the shit he's been through.  He's better with Nihlus than he is anyone else though)

They don't start a relationship until after Nihlus finishes his Spectre training.   Saren is from Palaven and was raised by his brother after their parents died, and Nihlus is very serious about his job but quite good natured on his own time.  Kinky is fine but nothing gross/freaky, and absolutely no feral turian stuff or violent bloody sex.  Saren is bi (turians and occasionally asari), Nihlus is pan.  Smehur and the Misfireanon's works are my Kryterius bible so if you make references or take notes from their stuff I will love you forever.  I am game for angst-o-rama post Eden Prime Saren having a breakdown about having to kill the other person he loved more than anything for the sake of the mission.

Request 2 by Velasa Charr/Ereba (Mass Effect), Fanart, Fanfiction

G to PG-13.  All of the happy ending fluff with the two of them raising little tomboy twins Shepard and Rose on Tuchunka after the war.   PG13 at most if there's some cursing.  Fluff is the best, there can be a little drama as long as everything ends well.  They're both pansexual.

Request 3 by Velasa Lantar Sidonis/Solana Vakarian, Fanfiction

G to R.  I am here for all of the AUs of these two being a thing because it is glorious.  Solana meets this nice, short, cute, somewhat awkward, timid guy with a sense of humor and has a thing for him.  Lantar sees her as this goddess of a woman who's clever and sharp and compelling and falls head over heels in love before he realizes what's happening.  They are both cute as fuck and everything is beautiful.

If we're talking post-ME2 canon then Garrus is a giant dick to his sister about it, but she's never let <i>anyone</i> push her around and that includes him.  Possible arguments: she's an adult and her brother has no business policing her vagina, Garrus <i>forgave</i> Lantar and that should be the end of it, he's paying back his debt to society now and is a good person, the Archangel thing was insane and suicidal in the first place (and you barely even fucking called what the hell Garrus I had to take care of mom and dad all by myself and mom was dying you bastard) so he needs to get over that it ended badly, and technically by turian standards Garrus was Lantar's commander and it's <i>his</i> fault for putting a soldier in a job they couldn't handle.  Garrus may not be happy about it but he's not gonna win this argument.

Solana has an iron will and is a crack shot and an excellent goddamn soldier.  Lantar is a colony kid from the ass end of Invictus who dropped out of the service as soon as he finished basic.  Sex is fine but would prefer no hardcore smut (Sol is totally the dom though).  They're both bisexual and usually prefer men, turians only.

Request 4 by Velasa Nyreen Kandros/Aria T'Loak, Fanfiction

G to R.  I want their relationship before things went bad; Nyreen questioning herself for compromising her morals working for a dictator, and Aria hating herself for every moment of weakness she shows to this woman she wasn't suppose to fall in love with.  Sex is fine but would prefer no hardcore smut.  Angst over the relationship is great.  Fluff would have to be very small and subtle because Aria doesn't do fluff.  Nyreen is a lesbian, Aria is pan with a female focus.

Request 5 by Velasa Female Shepard/Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Fanfiction

G to NC-17.  I'd prefer silly, cute, sweet stuff, drama that ends well, or happy loving sex with much kissing and running of fingers through hair and boundless affection.  They can get kinky and a little freaky but none of the really Out There stuff.  A little angst is ok but not too much.  They are both stupidly in love and it's honestly embarrassing to watch.  After the war they move to Rannoch and Shep builds her a house and everything is good.

Request 6 by Velasa Macen Barro/Avitus Rix, Fanart, Fanfiction

G to NC-17.  I want to know more about them!  What we see in the tapes shows an incredible gentle affection, pet names and teasing and big romantic gestures.  I'd prefer the fic be about when both of them were alive but would accept something set afterwards with Avitus still missing his husband but mostly ok and recovered.  Will also accept fix-it fic where Macen survives his ordeals and is in recovery while Avitus takes over Pathfinder duty.  Sex is fine but should not be the focus of the fic, and nothing kinky.  They're both gay and focused on turians.

I picture Macen as a tall, broad turian with deep brown plates and forest green tats from a well-off Hierarchy world.  He's former Blackwatch and very professional on the job but when you see him in civilian life with his husband he's so sweet it'll make you ill.  If you'd like to see my take on him for inspiration you can go here (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30083091/chapters/74092053), but that's not required because He's Free Real Estate.  If you already have your own Macen feel free to go for it!

Request 7 by Velasa Kaetus/Sloane Kelly, Fanfiction

G to R. Two people with rough edges facing impossible choices in a new world find each other again against all odds and are deeply in love.  Work makes things hard some times; Sloane needs to be deeply guarded about shows of weakness but he's fine with it as long as he can be useful and be near her.

Sweet stuff in moderation, some angst and drama are good but it ultimately ends well.  They're not really the fluffy sort.  Sex is fine as backdrop to other emotional content but would prefer no hardcore smut.  Sloane should survive the encounter with the Charlatan.  Genuinely have no thoughts on their sexualities save being compatible with each other.

Request 8 by Velasa Vetra Nyx/Female Ryder | Sara, Fanfiction

G to NC-17.  Ryder's a formal bookish science kid who's completely tongue-tied over this stunningly gorgeous, incredibly tall goddess of a turian woman and fell head over heels in love with her from the start.  Vetra's sweet despite her hard exterior and as the relationship develops she opens up with her affections and teasing.  It's genuinely embarrassing being around them after a while they're so cute.

They're very playful romantically and I would prefer any smut was fluffy in nature (light bondage and strap ons are fine but nothing wilder than that).  Drama in moderation, not really looking for angst.  If Ryder can be a Korean adept who's always very professional except for with close friends that would be amazing.  Ryder and Vetra are both bi.

#spec recs #mass effect #specrecs2022

[genovia]

I'm so sorry to all my followers who thought they were getting quality Mass Effect content on here but instead got a liveblog of my kinky ass thirsting for turians/Garrus 😅😅😖

[alienshepard]

@homoryder & @scorpiocious : in noveria when you talk to that turian about Benezia, he mentions that the way she is dressed, it "sounds like something you'd find on one of those fetish sites" then there's a short awkward silence and he goes "what?" It's funny af in my opinion but the banter only occurs when you don't bring Liara or Ashley with you. So he probably watched at least one Asari porn vid @sanguinespire lmao maybe it was joker because he's has this shitton of porn and you can also catch him watching asari porn in mass effect 2 so who knows. Or Kaidan is just kinky af and hides it from everyone lmao

#disclaimer that's not a deep meta discussion #before someone wants to call me out because I tried passing something off as canon again #k #reply

[sugarbubbleslove]

Chapter 1: These Frustrating Unwanted Feelings

Title: Navigating the Unknown

Characters: Mass Effect Andromeda cast

Pairing: Liam/Sara

Rating: Teen to mature

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Mass Effect. Bioware owns Mass Effect and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.

Summary: So, they are still figuring it out – and so is the rest of the crew

CX Posted: AO3, LJ & SugarFudge

Chapter 2:  The drawbacks of being intimate

Chapter 3: Jealously is not a good look

Chapter 4: Coming soon

Timeline: Throughout Mass Effect Andromeda – basically set after the 'causal sex' but before 'Community'

Warning: Implied sexual themes, Spoilers for those who have not romanced Liam/completed the game, Angst in some parts (They are trying to figure out their relationship!)

Author's Notes: This – believe it or not – was actually inspired by Drack's mission when you go and get Vorn and Vorn accidently slips up and tell the over-protective grandfather something he does not want to hear. It was funny to hear Drack go on about 'kids these days' which made it even funnier since my Ryder had slept with Liam at that point and they hadn't even established a relationship.

All I could think was how awkward it must have been for them and thus – this little plot bunny was thought up.

In addition, they are in a semi casual flirty banter/friends-with-benefits kind of thing.

Chapter 1: These Frustrating Unwanted Feelings

Timeline: Set During/After 'All In'

Changing some scenes

Sara Ryder resisted the urge to chuck her helmet into her locker, anger overriding her and making her slam her pistol onto the table. She let out a huff, shaking her head before she started stripping out of her armour.

She was being stupid. She was being childish. She knew it yet she refused to own it. Fuck it. She didn't ask for this shit and it was still happening.

She pulled her hair out of its ponytail, needing to let it down after having it up for so long. It was kinky and messy from being in a helmet, and from sweating. Running around and shooting was hard sweaty work.

And, of course, they were running around and shooting pirates because Liam had to give the Nexus codes to someone outside the Nexus and they ended up getting captured. Fearing that they were going to torture her for the codes, Liam came to her – reluctantly – and asked for her help.

And it stung.

She bit her bottom lip as she tugged on her hoodie, her eyes closing at the comfort it was giving her in that moment. She loved her hoodie, a little something from the Milky Way.

Getting back on point, it hurt her to know that if Liam could have taken care of the rescue on his own, he wouldn't have even come to her.

And it made her wonder if their - friends with benefits, or casual sex, or whatever people wanted to call it – is just getting in the way of their once blossoming friendship.

Okay, now she was just being harsh. She and Liam were still friends, good friends. He made her laugh – she didn't think she had ever laughed as much as she did with him. They confided in each other.

But, at the same time, there was still a distance between them. He had promised he wouldn't become the clingy boyfriend – saying that was not what she needed – but she felt like she was becoming the clingy girlfriend and it bothered her.

She was jealous. There, she admitted it. Stupid girl. She was jealous – Liam seemed concerned for Verand, so frustrated and agitated that it just spurned jealously inside of her.

It only increased when she heard the relief in Liam's voice when he spoke to Verand over the coms after they managed to catch up with the group.

She was being stupid. She could practically hear her brother's voice singsong in her head. He was always the one to point out when she was overthinking something.

But was she this time?

She and Liam had made no claim on each other, merely said they would leave the door open to see where it would go but nothing else.

They had sex. God it sounded so clinical in her head when she thought of it. It was more than just sex.

Then again, it could be just on her part and that Liam was just that good of a lover.

She sighed, worrying her bottom lip before she spotted Vetra's concerned gaze out of the corner of her eyes and distantly remembered that she was still in the locker room with her crew-members.

Time to be the Pathfinder. Urgh, she hated that title and the damn position.

Sara turned to them and gave them a brief smile, meeting Vetra's gaze.

"Why don't you head on down to Lexi, Vetra? Make sure that graze is okay?"

Vetra merely narrowed her eyes at her before she looked at Liam, who was shifting awkwardly on his feet.

Sara watched as Vetra eyed them both before her eyes widened and Sara swallowed back the sudden fear that rose up in her. Understanding dawned on the Turian as she looked at Sara before she gave an exasperated head shake.

"I should have known." She walked away, leaving Liam frowning after her and Sara's watching as her heart thudded in her chest.

Fuck it. It was supposed to be a thing on the down low. Shit.

Sara cleared her throat, making Liam jump and look at her with wide brown eyes.

"Shall we go and talk to Bradley?" She asked. Liam nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Let's go," he cleared his throat before he gestured with one hand for her to go first.

She felt skittish as she walked by him, twisting the cuff of one sleeve nervously as they entered the deck and headed over to the front. She barely noticed Suvi and Kallo as August Bradley's image showed up on the screen.

"Glad to see you two made it," Bradley told them with a grin on his face. "You got out just in time, that ship is 6 kinds of irradiation now."

"Glad to see you showed up," Liam jested back with a hand raised in greeting.

"When you called us, I admit I wondered what we could do. Glad to see even Settlers can help out." He grinned. "Just to let you know that we are taking everyone home. Verena thinks we might even be getting Angara settlers. Which will be a good boost for Eos."

"Just make sure everyone gets home safe. No detours. We went through a lot to risk anything else now," Sara jumped in.

"I hear that," Bradley agreed before he looked briefly off screen then looked back. "Hold on a moment. Someone wants to talk to you, Liam."

The image shifted to reveal the Angara that Liam had been working with.

"Verand," Liam greeted with a bright smile and Sara bit her lower lip, giving the Angara a brief nod of acknowledgement.

"Liam, it is good to see you are safe. And thank you, for whatever that was." She smiled softly. "It is good to know that your friends will come for you, and their friends," she looked Sara.

Sara and Liam looked at each other and she felt her cheeks heat up before she quickly broke their gaze.

Friends. That's what they were. Why did it hurt again?

"Yeah, we weren't going to leave you in trouble," Liam's voice seemed hoarse to her and another streak of jealously ran through her. Damn it girl, you promised you wouldn't get in deep.

"You take care of yourself," Verand told him before she winked out and Bradley took her place.

"We best get a move on. Next time Liam; let us just play cards. I'm getting too old for this shit."

Liam laughed.

"I'll believe that when you believe it."

"Pathfinder," Bradley gave her a short nod before communications cut. Sara sighed before she turned and walked away.

"SAM, could you see about possible transport to get the Ship back to Nexus?"

"It might not be feasible, Pathfinder. It is hazardous inside."

She made her way up to the meeting room, walking over to the window, stopping when she heard Liam's voice.

"That worked out. Everything just…just so." she scoffed as she turned to face him with a look of disbelief. "Before you start, I want you to know…I…ah, well, I'm sorry." She arched an eyebrow. "I mean, this was a mess. Even though we won, it wasn't by much."

She opened her mouth to say something Liam got in there first, again.

"It was all worth it. You showed Verand that 'Pathfinder' can stand for everyone."

There was that bleeding title again. She never asked for the title and a brief surge of resentment built up inside of her before she squashed it down. It wasn't fair to resent Liam for that. It wasn't his fault.

"But…I need to be smarter about taking risks," that she had to agree with, giving him a nod, "So," he raised his arms, "You're right. Sorry."

Liam went to say something else but Sara decided to cut him off before he ran off even further.

"No, my turn to talk," she held up her hand, cutting him off. "We got lucky – you got lucky – Liam. If it had been anyone but Calot, we might not be having this conversation. I understand where you are coming from, and I know you want everyone to find a bridge together but you can't take these risks." She sighed, shaking her head. "I am glad to see that you understand that you know you can't take these risks but Liam…this is something that could have backfired on us, big time."

Liam looked away and she hated herself for saying these things, especially since he had already said he was sorry but she needed to know that he was going to stop taking these risks.

She knew he was reckless. Liam was all emotion; Cora said her father recruited Liam for that reason. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he rushed head first into danger to keep the enemies on him and off their team members.

And it was part of the reason why she was attracted to him. But it didn't stop her from waking up in the middle of the night – or for whatever passed as the middle of the night – in cold sweat over seeing his dead body and cold blank eyes.

She couldn't lose anybody else. None of her team members, they were beginning to come together as a family, and she couldn't lose him.

"You are not expendable, Liam," she finally said. God, was her eyes turning glassy? – she could feel the tears. She quickly closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over them under the disguise she was rubbing them out of frustration or tiredness.

"I know that," he finally said and she met his gaze.

"Do you? Really?" She doubted it. "Because sometimes it feels like you put the 'Pathfinder' first and I don't want that, Liam."

He didn't argue but she could see that it was sinking in.

"I," she sighed, shaking her head before she met his gaze again, "Just be careful." Her throat closed up as the memory of the last time she said that welled up in her mind and she shoved it down, hard.

She was not going to compare them. Not in a million years.

"Ryder…Sara…" Hearing her name on his lips brought her back and she took a step back when he stepped forward, her hands coming up. Liam stopped.

"Please," she felt like she was begging, "Just think things a little more through the next time, please."

Liam stared at her before he nodded.

"I promise."

She felt like crying. She took a deep breath before exhaling, deciding to get back on track.

"Anyway, good job," she finally told him, mustering up all the happiness she could.

Liam's startled expression elicited a brief real smile from her before it dampened.

"Really? Good Job?" it got a stuttering laugh from the man.

"Could have done a little less dangling in open air," she shot at him as she turned away, walking over to the railing.

"Yes, of course," Liam hastily agreed, walking up next to her and placed his hands on the railing.

"But we did good," she gently admitted. "We saved everyone, no-one is any wiser to the codes, and we got rid of a dangerous psychopath. It's a win all around."

For them, she guessed.

She looked down at her hands, still curled around the railing before she spotted Liam's larger one next to hers and she wondered, once more, if she was just being stupid.

And there went her brother's voice again, calling her out for overthinking things. Damn it, she was a Recon Specialist, she was far more comfortable around artifacts than humans for fucks sake.

"So, do you think she will make the jump back to the Nexus?" Liam broke into her thoughts. She looked up at the ship, before she sighed, ready to shrug when her eyes widened.

The ship had decided that moment to explode in a fiery blaze.

Stunned silence dawned on them yet Sara knew – without looking – that Liam was grinning madly and it made her own lips curl up.

"I guess not," she finally replied, making Liam laugh, his shoulders shaking while she was torn, she wanted to laugh at the stupidity of the situation, yet she wanted to be in dismay over the fact they had just lost something that might have been able to help them get an edge over the Kett.

Soon her laughter won out, the relief that they had survived the mission without losing anyone or having it backfire on them was a high.

And the irony of the Kett Ship exploding wasn't lost on her.

The tension slowly released from her shoulders as she shifted her body so she could look at Liam, who was still chuckling.

She sighed when her laughter finally died, feeling better than she did before.

She met Liam's gaze and his eyes darkened. She felt her body warm in response, biting her lower lip as her eyes fell to his lips.

Another thing that came with the high, there was nothing like a rush to get her excited for Liam, especially since most of their missions usually ended up with her pinned against something – usually a wall – and Liam between her thighs, his full weight grounding her while he took her.

Liam moved in closer and she held her breath before their lips met. His hands slid around her hips before he brought their lower bodies together, her arms banding around his neck and she pushed herself up on tiptoes.

Why did have to be so damn tall fluttered through her mind before he deepened the kiss, making her moan as one hand slid round the small of her back, the other slid its way up over her back then cupped the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing where the base of her skull met her spine.

She stumbled backward, her knees weakening, and Liam spun them around so her ass pressed up against the railing.

She broke the kiss to breathe; boosting herself up onto the railing then wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him back in for another kiss, ignoring the cocky smile he gave her.

Oh, this was much better, so much, she grounded herself against him. Liam's arms tightened around her as he pushed further into her body, almost making her lean back as he broke the kiss, tilting her head so he could leave kisses down the side of her neck.

She squirmed in his embrace, his breath making her tickle and she giggled, feeling him smile against her skin before he came back up and kissed her again, one hand slipping under the hem of her hoodie and over the skin of her back.

"Pathfinder, you have emails," SAM broke into their kissing and suddenly, as if cold water crashed over her, she pushed Liam away, taking in the sight.

They were still in the meeting room, nearly inches away from tearing each other clothes off and she swallowed, breathing heavily as she met Liam's eyes, still dark with desire.

She pushed him away further, slipping off the railing and adjusting her clothes, clearing her throat.

"Do you…" she clutched the railing behind her at the sound of his voice rough with desire, "Want to finish this in your-"

"Actually," she cut him off with a small smile, "Could we skip tonight? I have a lot of paperwork and Director Tann has actually been sending me e-mails wanting to know the delay in me sending the paperwork back." She laughed – god, did it sound bitter – and pushed back her fringe before she looked up at him. "It would be a good idea to try and head that off."

"Sure," Liam gave her a nod and brief smile. "Remember, no expectations."

She nodded, giving him a small smile before she turned away, leaving him behind as her heart hurt.

No expectations, right, she needed to remember that before she got herself in any deeper. And she needed a cold shower. No e-mail was going to get her attention.

TBC

So this ended up being a little more angst that I originally thought it would be. *Clears throat*

#Rydam #Liam Kosta/Female Ryder #Liam Kostas x Female Ryder #Liam/Sara #My Fanfiction #mass effect andromeda #Navigating the Unknown #ME:A #OTP: Make us about Us #Liam x Female Ryder #Liam Kosta #Sara Ryder #My Sara Ryder

[lostlegendaerie]

Six Fics of 2016

someone. someone tagged me in this. multiple someones tagged me in this while my PC was broken as shit so fuck. i dont know but i Wanted This, so. originally by @secretlystephaniebrown​ !

So I thought I’d pick 6 fics of mine written during this year, grab a favorite quote from each of them, give a short explanation of why it’s one of my favorites, and then tag 6 people to do the same! Let’s get some self love rolling as we head towards the end of this year!

and yeah i did write other fandoms this year but its like mostly RvB and Entirely in space, so.

6. Save and Restore - York & Delta, canon compliant

“That’s a-- dirty word, D.” A light, airy chuckle follows; one he remembers following an exchange with Carolina years ago. It sounds so much younger than the rest of York’s words, and he realizes he may not have anything more recent. “Better-- clean it off.”

“I… beg your pardon?”

“Nah, it’s free.”

i mean im Mostly so fond of this one because it was how I met @agentyorkdakota​ my moon and stars, but i also really enjoyed just getting to play with language a lot with this? like i’m pretty sure i’ve discussed this before but for a senior year project i worked a lot on a play called The Skriker where the title character kind of... used mixed metaphors and all sorts of jumbled language to communicate and it just. stuck with me. this language that was kind of cobbled together and makes sense but doesn't and yet does? so that was def a highlight of mine working on this fic. (also it placed me in the Angst War, a feather in my cap if there ever was one)

5. blow you like a popsicle stand - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant

He swallows his fear and creeping horror and lifts the lid. Buried under the crystalline ice of the remarkably still-functioning freezer is a collection of brightly colored little packages, all about the size of his hand.

“What.”

“I know!” Tucker replies, with exactly the kind of enthusiasm than ensures Wash he does not know, “I can’t believe it either. Ice cream! Here! On Chorus! Man, Caboose is gonna flip out when he sees this.”

Wash is tired, and adrenaline-tingly, and by this time he should just always expect to be betrayed and disappointed but here he is. He pulled a door out of a crumbling concrete wall for decades old ice cream sandwiches. Couldn’t save the lives of kids under his command, but sure. He can demolish a building in a fit of panic.

“What,” he repeats again, trying to shove all of his feelings into one ambiguous syllable. But Tucker just hip-checks him out of the way, flourishes his sword with a buzz of light, and carves a path through the ice to a red and blue package.

this one was done in a swap for @playerprophet​ (whom i also love and tag in this, there you go) and was just. okay. listen. l i s t e n. if i’m gonna write porn im gonna write specific porn. i’m gonna write mildly kinky porn with new shit y’all aint even knew you liked so someone can find me at a con and tell me to my face “oh yeah you wrote the iceplay fic” and i can be like “y e s” but also i can barely scrub the Feelings out of anything i write, so. SO. this was a pretty lighthearted excuse for Porn and it went over really, really well. so im Happy.

4. Golden Boy - York-centric, semi-canon compliant

Not that York can go back, now; not that there's anything left to go back to, with the entire project turning on itself in a disjointed, cumulative sort of cannibalism as every man, woman, or construct fights for themselves. And he’s not entirely blind to the fact that being wired to Delta on a neurological level makes the Director’s treatment of the AI feel infinitely more personal; makes it easier than it should have been to turn his guns on people he’d worked with for years. No. He’s not blind, not in that sense anyway.

But if he’s going forward, he wants to understand in full what he did in the name of science and progress.

this fic once shared a name with @littlefists​ ‘s epic because it was literally the first thing I wrote in the fandom and I Wasn’t Into Tuckington So I Didn’t Know, and i swear to GOD this is the last time i bring this up but i worked so fucking hard on it, it has Combat and Betrayal and Introspection and World Building and while i’ve gotta better grip on canon now I still really, really enjoyed this fic as an explanation for how York, of all people, could have gone so low in OOM

3. Overflow - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant

His thoughts about Tucker have often felt like a glass of water that’s just a little too full. He moves carefully so they don’t slosh around and make a mess of the place, barely keeping it all inside . And he’d thought that, once the newness of the whole ‘ sure we’ll risk lying to the faces of UNSC police to keep you out of prison even though you’ve done next to nothing nice for us your entire life ’ gratitude thing wore off (it didn’t, not entirely, it still pops up sometimes in the worst of moments and chokes him like the noose he should have gotten) the level would go down.

[...]

Tucker does something to him. Tucker finds ways to make him forget, at least for a little while, all the ways he’s fucked up. Even if it’s just finding more tolerable faults, like how the stick Washington has got shoved up his ass does wonders for keeping his back straight. Tucker talks loud enough to drown out the ghosts of everyone he underranked but outlived, listens enough to make his hard-won experience and advice mean something, and he is terrified for the day that everything overflows.

this was birthday fic for @strangestquiet that i actually took a day off from work to ensure i completed it in time but just. anyway. i’m pretty proud of it because it’s Big and it’s Coherent Mission Fic that managed somehow to tie into a little bit of preexisting lore. i’m also unfortunately very fond of all the little OC children bc i’ve constantly had tons of trouble with original characters and even tho no one else seemed to notice them i had fun and i love them all. but just in general i feel like i had a good balance of humor and feelings and also imagery? but as far as the latter goes it falls short of...

2. gethsemane - implied Shepard/Vakarian, Archangel-centric, game-compliant

On his last trip out of the Citadel, tying off loose ends, he bought a pack of playing cards from a human vendor. He had memories - they’d been fond once, but were souring like milk left in the sun - of losing miserably to Shepard and Williams at some gambling game. Leaving gifts on the graves of the departed wasn’t exactly the norm for turian culture, but neither was it strictly a human one either.

The flowers around the small crystal pillar were already wilting with neglect when he arrived. There might have been other tributes left there, but security had loosened until it fell away, slack like discarded clothes. Garrus left the cards there, under the shimmering list of names of casualties from the attack on the Citadel, and took the next transport ship as far away from Widow as possible.

okay so like. whenever possible i love to put good imagery in fic and like. understate emotions when i can and just in general do the literary version of the color saturated wide shot, you feel me? like the pullback with the characters in silhouette but you can still understand everything they’re feeling? anyway i feel like this fic really nailed a lot of my own personal goals for just Vivid fics. can’t wait to write more mass effect fic but it’s gonna be Hard to meet the standards i set for myself with this one.

1. Throw Away the Key - York/Carolina, Alternate Universe

Carolina fights to find the best angle for her umbrella as gusts of wind swat rain at them in little bursts, but by the time her car gives a satisfying click they’re both uncomfortably wet and she’s run out of things to say. Thankfully, he hasn’t.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” York reflects as he withdraws the metal blade, inch by careful inch. “This is getting a little absurd. Like, bad soulmate romcom Hallmark movie levels of coincidence.”

“Not my fault if you keep breaking the law.” She’s a little surprised by the movie analogy, but decides against teasing him for his choice in films.

“I am bending it, at best.”

listen i’m fucking neck deep in all the complexities of longfic hell and this sure isn’t the artsy stylistic stuff that i can be proud of (or regret) later on down the road but i’m trying. i’m trying to write something massive and happy and so far it’s working. i can’t say for sure if it’s actually Good because i get to see all my messy drafts and stops and starts that the rest of you are spared, but I wanted so badly to write A Good Longfic for the Y/C fandom and with that, at least, I feel like I’m doing well. if nothing else, literally nothing else at all, i am proud of myself for trying this and i hope that it can continue to give people joy long after it’s done and i’m gone.

i’m gonna go ahead and tag @therewithasmile @sinelanguage @lady-of-rohan @flecksofpoppy @owaire and of course @playerprophet but if you’re reading this and wanna do it go right ahead!

#saro's writing #fic meme

[mintyisland-blog]

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Okay, I get why people didn’t liek it but it really wans’t that bad everyone. The glitiches were minimal but hey, I’m playing it after a year of its’ release so this time i went by pretty smoothly. I’m just goingot be wiritng what i loved aobut it cause i gotta stay positive, although i think i’m a pretty positive person a majority of the time so maybe i should be critical of it as well. yeah i thnk i will. ANDROMEDA REVIEW EVERYONE.

Okay, let’s start out with my pathfinder. I named her Serinity because that was the name of the protagonist of a christian anime girl manga series...Oh god. Let me rew rowrd that. Serinity is the name of this blue haird main character from a christian manga that was named...Serinity. Redundency..myt bad. Anway, Ryder...let’s keep it skimple. Ryder, was a pretty likeable character. She had some depth but i waill admit there wasn’t that much of a character arch but i guess it just dpens how you decided to protray her. I made her  alot more compasionate and understanding in most moments. I remember lexi giving a proifle on how I was protryahing her. She said I was rash with my actions??? But I was compasionate and caring towards most people. Not gonna lie i paniced during some missions when i had to tap RT at some point.  So yeah...Ryder was meh. I made her pretty funny too so I guess that was good cause my gameplay would have been rather dull. Okay. So I posted on my therepy post on thesome of the chacters, or at least i mentioned them a little but yeah. Let’s start with Jaal.

Jaal...when I first saw him, I was like...hmmm...potential. Potential but I was defienitly looking at Vetra when i first met her cause damn...she’s is one good luooking turian. I didn’t get to romance Garrus from the trilogy (I haven’tplayed Massef 2 and 3...I know I know...I’m stupid) so I thought I was going to make it up when I met Vetra...however when i realized how opentnly emotional Jaal was, I was like doki doki hadr core my dadue.  He was just so caring. The way he smiled at Ryder and called her darling!! Ahhhhhh...so cute. He also went through some emotinal trauma with the discovery of the oriings of his race...spoilers everyone...I tend to love characters who are broken in some aspect. Like trust me, the more broken the character, the more I want to love  them. Perhaps they’re a reflection of me. So yeah, Jaal was broken and I loved that about him well...also with the fact he was very accepting and open abouthimself. I took a clip of wen we went to Hrval and he showed Ryder the blueprints of his pet and a gun. Ryder’s expresions wer epriceless. I’ll try uploading it on here before I fnisish this post. Classic. The romance scene was on point...They’re super cute! I got to se eRyder’s tittes...was not expecting that. but yeah, interspecies SEX! I’m sure Jaal did Ryder right...is it strange if I put I instead of Ryder...I mean, It is a role playing game so I am putting myself as Ryder but it wouldn’t be actually me but it is me making the decions so it is me...huh? Don’t mind me. Now that I thnk about it, if I did put I, it would make me sound like a weird kinky chiick that liker interspecies sex.....???hmmm. Well, I’m kinky ...scratch that. I’m pretty simple when it comes to sex but that’s a discusion for another time. This is about Jaal. ...Something I look for in characters is their eyes. Jaal’s eyes look like a kitties or aligattors...maybe a corss but they were just stunning...I liked them. The general design of the angara was pretty well made. I love how broad their shoulers can ge and his thighs..tem booty. So lusicious. .

Speaking of lusicouls bootie, Ryes REYES!! You damn bad boy you...me and the bad boys have had quite the history. He was a smuggler and the first character I (Ryder) got to kiss and I didn’t mind...okay i was a bit guiltycause I liked Jaal and Vetra at the time. But the cut scene after wards when he ays he came to be someone and then I was all like “You’re someone to me” was cliche but I think that what he needed to hear at the time. I don’t know what the history he lift behind in the Milky way was but he obviously wanted a change. Just like how I want to leave my past behaviors behind and move on. Well...more like I want to become someone just like him. I think that’s why I really liked him. When I disocvered he was the charletan (spilers...my bad) I did’t think too badly of him but I did lose some trust because I don’t tolerate liars...plus I wanted to commit myself to only Jaal at that point too. I feel like my timel timeline was a bit whack but if i play another playthrough I woill get it right. I know some things I’ll change. Like my male rider will be with Ryes..  He deserves love.

Okay, so a quick thing on Vetra was how much she loved her family cause all she had as sid so I really admired how much she wanted to look after her sister. Maybe it’s because Vetra is like my older sister but I think not as strict. Mys sister worries for me but she trusts that I can be an adult and that I fifigure myself out...of course she hhhas my back though.

Okay, Drack...he makes me happy. I didn’t gorw up with a granda or just and grandmpa like figure in my life so i wasn’t sure how to go about interacting with him but honestly I loved him once i realized his grandaughter was back on the Nexus. On his lyalty mission he was just so funny on how he interacted with the other krogan and I love how he uses his age as an excuse. “Just let me be a old grauchy old man in peach”...That’s going to be me when I’m old.  I realized I realliked drack a lot on the mission when were inflitrating the kett shipa and we realized the krogan were being used for exaltation. Initally I picked saving the salarian pathfinder because I wanted at least one of the oriangl pathfinders alive but alsa when I saw Drax’s reaction, I went back to replay 20 mins of gameplay so that I could get on hs good side. Because Honestly the Krogans have gone through a hella lot of shit. Like in the Milky Galaxy and now so they should be given slack. They’re not wanting to be the war like monsters that defined them in the Milky Way. They would be warriors but they would know when to put their swords away. I got that from Inuistion. Which I will probab write aoubt next.

Okay...now that bad companions. They’re not bad bad but I just didn’t findi anything to exciing about sayyyyyy Liam. Love the accent but boy, you are just so impulsive...Kinda gets on my nerve. Like even his lyalty mission was just one big fuck over but hey, he was the one person who wanted to reach out to the angara and wanted tounderstand them on ta better level so i appreicate hisbromance with Jaal...Cora was obsessed with her military history. Like yeah, I get it you were a untress...I don’t hink that would have been a good fit for a Pathfinder now that I think about it because she might have brought a more military based agenda if she were the leader and hat wouldn’t have ended well. It wouldve been the pilgrims with the indians in a sense. It would just be a huge mess. Now for my least favoirte character. Peeebee. ..There’s a comic I saw about if Shepard was in Adromeda and if he had seen Pbee, Garruis would’ve just shot her cause damn...she did look rabid haha. She was just annoying. She was kinda like Sera from Dragon age but I actually liked Sera’s craziness. Peebee was just in your face and needed to uptone her elcorness hahaha.. I liked the fact she made a robot that could kill for methouhg. That’s the only puls side from her. Oh my god...her loyalty mssion was annoying with the fact her ex was probably the most annoying character...more so than peebee so you can just imagine me just rolling my eyes hroughout the enire mission. Like geez...why would she have fallen for someone as self centered as that bitch? Mybe it was ...Maybe she didn’t always act like that but just the fact the ex tried to one up peebee in every way was so annoying. Like geezus...Please obsssess over somethig else please. Just didn’t want to deal with her at all. The end. just kidding. I have more wot rite aobu tlike the plot.

So the plot of the game wasn’t so bad in my opinon. The race of kett were actually thretening as they sought to pretty mch commit gennocide by removing whole species and ...except those speciwould’ve turened into them so they would die but not really die cause t HOld on...So they toak on aspects of certain aliens but when ever I scnaned them I remember sam or Lexi saying that they were all kett...like there was very little left from the species that they had transformed from. And they’re not all Angara right. Casue the Archon said he was a mixture of thousands of species...which means...maybe they travled from another galaxy?? *ponders* So...yeah..a decen villain and with the whole “looking for ahome” aspect,it made a legitmate story line so I don’t understand how people got bored of it. If anything a lot osf the side mission were lengthy and too much snanny. I wish I could’ve gotten more reasearch points for reverant pcause I really wanted to make their amor. but I didn’t san enough stupid scupltures. I was rough. Uh oh...it stopped noooo. I had so much to say. Okay it wasn’t that far behind. I was writing about he Ryder twins and how I hoped that Scott would’ve been brought ealier into the game so you caould actually play as him and he would just have a different load out. Seeing the wtins interacting more would’ve been cool , plus it wouldve gien me incite on Ryder Sr.  who was the classical overworking father who diesn’t pay much attention to his family. I like the fact the loved Ellen though...Like he legitmately love dher but he put his love all towards her insteaand her survival, which was ultimately a good thing cause it saved Ellen. Speaking of which, I’m surprised they didn’t find the cure for Ellen...maybe it’ll be implicated in the DLC? I haven’t heard of a DLC but they should come out with one cause of how they ened it with e qurian ark coming in at the end. (spiler...lol I should propbably put this in the bennning but fuck it.)  Yeah, that’s my review. Yay!

SAM had awesome puns. I don’t care how bad they were...I loved them.

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