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shadowrun-effect · 1 year
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Kissing Time: Modded Varius into Sims4 and he has some sweet moments with “his” Samuel.
There are further interesting Mods leading to VERY nsfw scenes, mods you can find on wickedwhims - but double standard tumblr is not suitable for this purpose. :)
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thatwildwolfart · 4 months
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serotonin is stored in the turian nosey
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elusivetranscendent · 3 months
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Ladies! If your boyfriend has
- Less than five fingers
- Digitigrade legs
- Only two digits on their feet
- Cute mandibles
- Blood that isn’t red
- And rough scaly skin
You might be dating a hot alien!
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secretsimpleness · 1 year
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Have some shameless shakarian (if you squint). Nameless Turian Child, Female Shepard (custom), Garrus Vakarian, random casual turians / Mass Effect (c) Bioware
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yamikuruku · 2 months
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A small and soft cheek kiss,
Luvia and Alena for another day in ockissweek 🥰🫶
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holyshonks · 2 days
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How it started:
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How it's going:
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matchbet-allofthetime · 9 months
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Me, five minutes ago: wow, I have almost 25 hours in ME: Andromeda! I wonder how far in I am- I have two planets with 100% viability already
The game: 34% complete and not even able to romance anyone yet
Me: *metal pipe falling.mp4*
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Protective prompt: "I'll stay the night" Pairing of your choosing :)
Shakarian, ME2 - Fits in my Kissing Turians'verse. Hey look I'm not dead it only took forever to answer this! Ty for the prompt tho, it's been good to have some in my box to go back to! ♥
Garrus goes down to the rocket and Arisa feels like she’s watching herself die all over again.
There’s shouts, voices - Miranda’s, Jacobs, her own - as they evac him to the Normandy, get him into the medbay so Chakwas can work on him.
“Shepard, I need space.” Dr. Chakwas had ushered her out of the room - firm but kind, giving her a look, “I’ll page you once he’s stable.”
Arisa had stared at her - stared at the door, when it closed in her face. Fists clenched, energy pulsing in three quick flares.
Snuffed with a growl of frustration and a quick-turnabout, snapping orders into her comm - back to the shuttle, let’s get Mordin.
Distraction would be good, while she waited for news on her best friend.
The Salarians clinic is deep in the bowels of Omega, but they get through and get him out - and the second her pager goes off, Arisa is running, heedless of her armor.
Chakwas looks far too amused when she barrels into medbay, but she really can’t say she cares.
“Is he…?”
“Stable, sleeping. He’ll need to rest, for at least a few cycles. I had to use cybernetics to repair his mandible.” Chakwas frowns, covering her mouth to hide a yawn, “Goodness, what time is it?”
“Go get some coffee - I’ll keep watch over sleeping beauty.”
There’s no argument, but she hadn’t expected there to be.
The moment the doors close and they’re alone, Arisa lets out a long breath, taking a seat on the bed across from the sleeping Turian and watching his face for a moment - half covered in bandages, some blue blood still visible.
But breathing. Alive. She hadn’t failed him.
Arisa runs a rough hand through her hair, glancing around - startling a little when Garrus coughs and shifts on his bed, eyes flicking open after a moment's pause.
It’s sort of strange, seeing him without his visor - for a split second he looks more vulnerable. But he quickly shifts to alertness - or more alert, at least, given how many pain meds Chakwas had likely pumped him with, those blue eyes zeroing in on her.
“Shepard.” he coughs, and she’d swear her name had never sounded so good before, “What happened?”
“Rocket to the face, buddy. You were in rough shape.” Arisa leans forwards a bit, lips quirked, “Chakwas took good care of you. Shouldn’t try to move yet, though - need to heal for a bit.”
“Damn, no wonder my face stings so much.” Garrus grimaces, “How bad is it, Shepard?”
Arisa can’t help it - she grins, eyebrows up. “Damn Garrus, haven’t you ever heard how much women dig scars? You’ll be a chick magnet in no time.”
“Ow, shit, Shepard, don’t make me laugh. That hurts.”
Still, the quiet chuckle she’d gotten out of him is worth it, and Arisa hums, moving to push up from the bed.
“I should let you rest, I just wanted to make sure you were alright-”
A three-taloned hand on her wrist stops her, making green eyes shoot to blue.
“Stay.” Garrus requests, voice so soft it’s obvious he’s on the verge of passing back out, “Please. I’d feel better, knowing you’re here.”
Arisa stares for a moment, heart thumping. She wonders how much of what he’s saying is the drugs, or the blow to the head.
But she realizes, at the end of it, that it doesn’t matter.
“I’ll stay the night.” she promises, smiling when he relaxes immediately, “Someone’s gotta keep your ass in check, Vakarian.”
Garrus snorts, and Arisa only grins wider.
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i havent talked about my BOY in awhile!!!
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MY BLORBO
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dwarrowdams · 2 years
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After writing this prompt from the lovely @aeriamamaduck (thanks babe I love you), I couldn’t stop thinking about Garrus and Liv and tummy kisses, so have some more, featuring pregnant Liv!
(CW for pregnancy)
Pregnancy was really starting to get to Liv.
It hadn’t been so bad in the cooler months when she wasn’t far along, but now it was July and she was eight months pregnant and miserable.
So far, she’d managed to put on a bra and underwear (too hot for proper clothes), drink half of a nutrient-fortified beverage, and snap at Garrus because they were out of herbal tea.
It wasn’t shaping up to be the best day.
She sank down onto the couch, taking a halfhearted sip from the glass of water on the side table. She’d known this wouldn’t be easy from the beginning, but having a half-turian baby meant a lot of extra work on her part. Her body didn’t supply all of the nutrients that a turian fetus would require, which meant lots of vitamins and special drinks and frequent doctor visits to make sure that everything was going smoothly.
“You’re a hassle, you know that?” she said as she laid a hand on her stomach. “But you’re gonna be worth it. I know you are.”
She paused when she heard the door open, but wasn’t able to get up before Garrus entered the room, holding a travel mug filled with tea.
“Took me a while to find the kind you like,” he said as he handed it to her.
Liv felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Thanks,” she said, cradling the mug in her hands. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier—I know it’s not your fault, but I’m just…”
She trailed off, gesturing to herself. “A mess,” she said.
Garrus sat down beside her, wrapping an arm over her shoulders. “You’re allowed to be a mess,” he said. 
“I know, but I shouldn’t have snapped,” Liv said. “There’s no way I could manage this without you.”
Garrus shifted, leaning down towards her stomach. He fluttered his mandibles and flicked his tongue: his approximation of a human kiss. Liv felt an answering flutter in her womb, a feeling that she now recognized as the baby kicking.
“That’s your dad,” she said. She knew the fetus had some awareness of what was happening on the outside, but she always felt a little silly talking to it with someone else around.
“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” she said. “He already loves you so much.”
“She’s right,” Garrus said before kissing her belly again. This time, the baby was still, but Liv still appreciated the sensation. She motioned for Garrus to come closer, molding herself against his side. She wouldn’t be able to stay there long—she was already a little too warm and his body temperature wasn’t going to help matters—but she wanted to be near him for just a little while longer. She took  another sip of tea, which provided some more unwanted warmth, but was soothing nonetheless. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, using Garrus as support to stay upright.
“Baby Bird’s wearing you out today?” he asked.
Liv made an affirmative noise. After some initial doctor’s appointments in which Liv had repeatedly noticed the similarities between turian infants and birds, she’d taken to calling the fetus Baby Bird, and Garrus had eventually joined her in that.
“They’re feisty,” Liv said, taking another sip of her tea before setting it on the end table. “But they’ve got us for parents, so I guess that shouldn’t be surprising.”
Garrus chuckled. “We can’t call them Baby Bird forever, though,” he said.
“I don’t know, I kind of like the sound of Baby Bird Vakarian,” Liv teased.
Garrus leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “There she is,” he said.
Liv opened her eyes, moving slightly away from Garrus to alleviate the heat. “I do feel better now,” she said. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
She shifted to press a kiss to Garrus’s mandible before settling back onto her side of the couch. “Do you need to head out soon?”
Garrus shook his head, gaze shifting away momentarily. “Actually, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind some company,” he said. “We can watch a vid or go for a walk or just sit.”
“That sounds amazing,” Liv said. “All of it, but for now, I think all I can handle is sitting until I wake up a little more.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Garrus said as he reached for his coffee, which he’d left sitting on the side table.
Liv stretched out her legs so they were across Garrus’s lap, savoring the gentle caress of his hands on her swollen ankles.
Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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atohii · 8 days
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fighting off kaidan with a stick
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xoshepard · 4 months
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laughing bc i just remembered that my favorite fic-specific oc is a turian that i gave the me:a explorer specs (even tho this is set in me1) bc i wanted a dope biotic turian that could teleport and i also made her ashley's LI hfjdhdjdb
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Oh man, Al’s voice is going to crack so hard when he first speaks to Castis and Solana.
I don’t care if he’s not on HRT yet, he strains into his lower register regularly and shit’s gonna crack when the nerves get to him. He doesn’t do well with fathers... his was terrible.
Be nice, Castis and Solana, he’s trying to save the universe AND be a good boyfriend to your son/brother. Give the poor boy some credit.
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stormcallart · 4 months
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Thinking about how Garrus and Shepard are not exactly public with their relationship until ME3 and then suddenly someone with a camera sees two people sitting on the presidium with a sniper rifle doing target practice and at first thinks its just two random delinquents and then they zoom in AND ITS COMMANDER FUCKING SHEPARD KISSING A TURIAN.
what a way for the world to find that out. Especially with how the citadel seems to focus on ANY news but the imminent attack by the Reapers... the Press would have a field day.
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lassieposting · 8 months
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Concept:
Archangel leaves a mark on pop culture on Omega. There's a multi-season vidset, or something, because the guy helped a lot of people and saved a lot of lives, and ended a lot of intimidation and exploitation, and Omega isn't exactly rife with heroes. It's a good story.
So there's a lasting media impression. Garrus laughs it off when it comes out - when the crew tease him about the CW-casting Ruggedly Handsome turian actor playing his alter ego, or the shoehorned-in kiss-kiss-bang-bang romance arc between "Archangel" and the asari crime queen of Omega, who's very clearly an Aria T'Loak analogue edited just enough that the real thing won't go hunting down the film crew. He tells Shepard the real stories that inspired certain episodes, with an abundance of dry humour and an unexpected level of self-deprecation. But she can tell it bothers him, because - the thing is, the vid portrays him as a lone wolf vigilante. And he wasn't.
Sometimes, the character will say a cliche line about doing better alone or his lifestyle being too dangerous to get close to others, and Shepard will glance over at Garrus and find him just. Staring into the middle distance, like he's not really there with her anymore, and she thinks, he isn't. Not really. He's back in that hideout, coming home to a massacre. He's draping sheets over the lifeless bodies of the friends who died horribly to protect him. He's remembering their faces, and realising that no one else ever will, even as they celebrate him - the one he ultimately holds responsible.
So she reaches out to her contacts in the media world, and manages to track down the people making the vid. It's not exactly hard, but it's time consuming - she gets in touch with the actor playing the lead on the extranet, he points her to the director, the director sends her to the writers, who send her to the studio, and then to the financiers. But she convinces them to change it. When the next season releases, Archangel starts meeting/recruiting his team.
And he never mentions it - at least, not to her - but she thinks that seems to ease something in Garrus. His team immortalised on the silver screen, given credit for their part in his story, portrayed as heroes for what they were trying to do.
(He doesn't watch the last few episodes - Sidonis' betrayal, the massacre, his desperate last stand against the united gang forces, the revelation that Archangel's body was never found. Neither does she. But she checks what viewers are saying on social media later on, and honestly, she hopes he does, too.)
((She thinks he could do with all the reminders that those deaths were not his fault))
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actualfactualrat · 6 months
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Mass Effect Andromeda isn't that bad.
Case in point, bisexual turian women you can kiss! Truly a cause for boundless joy!
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But other than that I genuinely do love most of the characters, they're incredibly well written! Especially Drack and Jaal.
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