who would u rather go on a date with, Garrus or Silco? :3c
Putting two scarred bad bitches, with revenge plots who live in a criminal underworld (for a time at least) against eachother smh. How can we even decide this, we'll need to get top people on this, we need to-
It's Garrus. It's Garrus everytime. Blorbo of over ten years. That's my husband, he's my wife. I've been re-playing the series and initiated his romance last night and I was STILL laying in bed, kicking my feet as I watched him go from smart-ass sniper to nervous about making his best friend comfortable with himself.
Also that like one second scene before he starts beating on Harkin where he grabs him around his waist like that to pin him. Full sweep and pin to the wall before he's starting to beat the crap out of him. I gotta find a gif of that.
Love a rat man but bird dino man is winning every time
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could you draw oscar isaac? he could be crusty or even sticky i wouldn't mind. i just want to see him in your style
you could also draw pedro, he would also be appreciated.
anyway, have a nice day/night/what ever stage of day you are reading this <3
im sure you can tell ive never drawn this man in my life before since he came out looking like a french twink but i hope this is to your liking !!
also dedicated to @czarnewino
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you know what. this time, I'M the one demanding spagratti. give it to me. this is a threat <3
I am not intimidated, I’ll just give you spagratti because I want to give you spagratti
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“Can’t you just give it up?” Electra whined, dramatically draping themself over their partner.
“Nope” A.V. said simply, unperturbed by the amount of noodly limbs suddenly dangling in his view as he continued working on the piece of equipment in front of him.
“But you’ve been at it for hours” Electra sighed.
“You don’t normally complain about that, darling” the caboose said, smirking.
“I do when you’re screwing some stupid radio instead of me” Electra bristled. “Come ooonnnn, it’s way past dusk, just put it away.”
A.V. just chuckled, never taking his gaze away from the electronical mess. “I vividly recall you turning me down because Volta was busy fluffing your hair. So now you can’t exactly complain that I found something else to do in the meantime.”
“I can and I will” Electra pouted. They hopefully sat up straight when A.V. put down his screwdriver, but leant back down on him when he just grabbed a smaller one instead.
“You know, it would go a lot faster if I wouldn’t have to deal with floppy limbs and a whiny partner” A.V. remarked, taking out a transistor. “I’m trying to use my tools over here.”
“It would go even more quickly if you would just let it rest” Electra countered. “What even is the importance of this, why do you need to damage that poor radio of yours even further?”
A.V. sighed. “I told you. Control equipped the diesels with some new tech, and if I manage to improve my transmitter I could break into their frequency and wreak havoc.”
Electra didn’t reply, just leaning even more heavily on him.
The caboose shoved them so they didn’t block his workspace. “Come on, you like confusing those idiots as much as I do.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Electra spluttered.
“Don’t you want me to mess with Greaseball?” A.V. went over him.
Electra grabbed his stool and quickly turned him around, wrapping their long legs around his waist before he could protest. “Right now I just want you inside me, okay.”
A.V. remained silent, but the colour rising in his cheeks and the way he squirmed in their hold was enough.
Electra smirked triumphantly. “Oh sorry, did I… activate your tool?” they asked innocently, hands moving towards his belt.
“God damn it” A.V. grumbled, his voice rather husky. “Fine. You take off your clothes while I finish attaching this transistor.”
“Or” Electra purred, kissing his neck, hands sliding under his shirt, “you finish it tomorrow.”
“Or I’ll finish it tomorrow” A.V. repeated, throwing the screwdriver away.
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