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Whenever I worry I am making them too OOC for the sake of a joke I remind myself that the Citadel DLC exists.

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What if they had to do paperwork?

(Unlike the other comics this doesn't actually happen in any of the games I'm just a fan of how dumb they all are)

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Some of my favourite out of context Mass Effect quotes

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Giulio Ingrosso

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“If you have the expectation that you’re going to be happy throughout your life – more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time – well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.”  - Carrie Fisher

 October 21, 1956 - December 27, 2016

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Of course this is something platonic friends do and say to each other all the time.

I mean COME ON! There is subtext, and there is text!

I wasn’t ready for this

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What do I want out of hypnosis?

I want the loss of control. I want to feel useful and wanted. I want to be something precious to someone. A previous toy that is beloved and played with and teased and toyed with.

I want pleasure and excitement. I want to turn off and watch myself being used. Watch as I listen blindly to instructions without those pesky anxious thoughts clouding every action.

I want to be used for someone else pleasure. I want someone to tell me what to do and get off on it. Get off on telling me what to look like or say or do or not do. Get off on using me for their own pleasure.

I want to be a fuck doll. Just being used for someone else’s pleasure. Getting cocks hard and pleasuring them. Just being an object of desire. Not needing to think or say anything without being told.

I want triggers!! I want to be sent a message at work and have to clench my wet pussy feeling pleasure come over me. Or making me crave. Make me stand at work and talk to customers regularly while I’m basically drooling to be used.

Make me feel empty and wanting. Make me feel full and used. Make me feel too full, and then give me a little more. Make me feel empty and then take more.

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Femshep/Liara number five for fluff!

sorry, erin, no takebacks

5. ��you can tell me anything.” + 4. “can i play with your hair?”

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The weeks after repelling the Geth attack on the Citadel are far from the average person's idea of peaceful, but compared to the last several months racing against Saren to thwart the Reaper threat, it's damn near relaxing.

Garrus has gone back to the Citadel, to rejoin C-Sec. Tali had taken her Geth data and returned to the Fleet, pilgrimage completed. Wrex had… Shepard isn’t entirely sure where Wrex had gone, after they’d left him in Zakera Ward with a stack of credits and a promise to keep in touch. And Liara…

Well, Liara was here in her quarters, draped in a sheet and trying very hard and, adorably, failing to make it look like she was reviewing the datapad in her hands and not staring at Shepard as she rubbed a towel across her head, trying to dry her still shower-damp locks.

Technically, Liara still retained a designated space in the Med Bay for her work on the Normandy. And she did make use of it most days, for research or data analysis she preferred to do on her own. But since the Battle of the Citadel, since deciding to stay on board with Shepard even after the rest of their non-Alliance allies had gone their separate ways, Liara had spent every night in Shepard’s cabin.

It was no secret from the crew, despite being against regulations. And Shepard was fairly certain Alliance brass were also aware, but whether it was her Spectre status or her part in saving the Council, they seemed willing to look the other way.

Shepard takes her time in front of the mirror, running a hand through her hair to push out the tangles, using the mirror to keep a surreptitious eye on Liara keeping a much more conspicuous eye on her from across the room. But patience has never been Shepard’s strong suit, and eventually the desire to tease her new lover edges out the novelty of being observed.

“See something you like?” she asks, pitching her voice just a little lower than her usual tone, delighted with Liara’s guilty little jump and immediately darkening cheeks.

“I…” Liara trails off as Shepard turns around, shrugging the towel off her shoulders and baring her breasts in the process. She pauses, runs a tongue over her bottom lip and then clears her throat. When she speaks again her voice is steadier than before and the note of budding confidence in it spills something warm in Shepard’s chest. “Yes. Why don’t you come over so I can inspect it more closely?”

The slight, lingering formality in her speech is still just as endearing to Shepard now, weeks later, as it had been when they first met. “Yes, ma’am,” Shepard agrees happily, voice lilting as she fires off a mock salute. She crosses the cramped space quickly, sinking to her knees on the mattress as soon as she’s close enough, crawling over to drape herself across Liara’s body with a grin. “Hi.”

Liara smiles up at her, brushes the backs of her knuckles softly over the ridge of Shepard’s cheek, tracing a scar. “Hello.”

“You wanted something?”

“Yes,” Liara says again and takes a steadying breath. “Can I play with your hair?”

Exploring and getting comfortable with their physiological differences had been a process Shepard and Liara had begun from their earliest intimate encounter. In the ensuing weeks, Shepard had spent long hours learning the contours and sensitive intricacies of Asari crests, the ins and outs of pleasure shared in the meld, and had done her fair amount of educating on human sexual practices to boot.

Still, Liara’s fascination with such mundane parts of her body, her continued embrace of their differences, the earnestness of her request sets a tender ache in Shepard’s heart.

“Sure,” she croaks, a little embarrassed at the choked hoarseness in her voice. But Liara doesn’t comment on it, merely smiles shyly and slips her searching fingers into Shepard’s hair.

Shepard melts down against her, dropping her weight lightly atop Liara’s, knowing she can take it. Warm, dry fingertips draw down her forehead in the scant space between them, and then brush over the line of her eyebrows. Gently, they continue downward, across Shepard’s closed eyelids to ghost along her eyelashes.

Liara’s hands linger on Shepard’s face tenderly for several long moments before drifting to trace her hairline, following it to her ears, to the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. Liara hums, stroking the downy hairs lovingly, before sliding both hands up into the depth of Shepard’s locks, deep enough to brush against her scalp.

“It’s so soft,” Liara murmurs, a warm puff of air against Shepard’s lips.

It’s still such a ludicrous luxury, just being able to kiss Liara whenever she wants. Even as Liara leans into her touch, tongue flicking out to swipe Shepard’s lips enticingly, she can’t help but wonder in the back of her mind if this is all some cosmic accounting fuckup. She’s Commander Shepard - surely she used all her luck surviving the impossible on Akuze, doing it again against Saren and his Geth army. There’s no way she can claim all that and still have this — someone so brilliant and beautiful and capable in her bed, leaning up to kiss her, stroking her face like she could be something precious and delicate, not just a blunt object to smash against an enemy force. Right? That kind of shit happens in vids, not to grubby, abandoned Earth kids who grow their way up into a uniform.

Liara breaks away with a soft sigh, palms cupping Shepard’s jaw. “What are you thinking about?”

Shepard blinks and then grins. “Are you using that,” she wiggles her fingers in the air over their heads, popping an eyebrow teasingly, “telepathic mumbo jumbo on me right now?”

Liara’s pause and slight frown tells Shepard that the translator must be struggling with that particular turn of phrase. After a moment she rolls her eyes. “Melding is not ‘telepathic,’ Shepard. It’s a joining of consciousnesses that—”

Oh, it’s her lecture voice. Shepard leans in and kisses the rest of the no doubt lengthy explanation out of her mouth, before she can really get going. “A joke,” she explains, pulling back.

“How strange,” Liara says, lips beginning to quirk upward despite the flatness of her voice. “In Asari culture, ‘jokes’ must be humorous.”

“Smart ass,” Shepard accuses and kisses her again. “So, if you weren’t reading my mind…?”

“I could feel you were distracted,” Liara explains, brushing circles against Shepard’s skin with her thumbs. “The meld has probably played some role,” she adds, thoughtfully. “I can read you now easier than when we first met. But that is surely also just a result of time spent getting to know each other better, as well.”

“Surely,” Shepard agrees and then pauses. “But, don’t go spreading any of this around, okay? Sensitive intel like that could utterly destroy my aloof, roguish Spectre image, you know.”

“Please,” Liara laughs lightly and Shepard feels herself smile in reflex. “Like I would do anything to make you even more attractive to the rest of the galaxy. If they knew about this side of you too, I’d get no work done. I’d have to spend half of my days fighting back other suitors.”

“Trust me,” Shepard chuckles. “The last thing you have to worry about is other suitors.”

They kiss again, briefer this time before Liara pulls back. “We can drop it, if you like, but don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?” Shepard asks, innocently.

“Trying to distract me,” Liara says, squirming pointedly away from Shepard’s next clumsy attempt at a kiss. “I hope you know that if there’s something bothering you, I’d like to hear you talk about it. You can tell me anything.”

She says it so simply, so honestly, it hits Shepard hard and sudden as a hammerhead round. She finds herself blinking away an unexpected moisture in her eyes and clears her throat.

“I just still can’t believe I get to have you like this,” Shepard blurts, stomach fluttering, heart pounding. “That you chose me. That this is real.”

“It’s real,” Liara affirms sweetly, sliding her hands through Shepard’s hair again. “I have to remind myself sometimes, too. It just doesn’t make sense that someone like you could want someone like me.”

“Um, an accomplished archaeologist with beauty, brains, and the meanest warp I’ve ever seen? Who saved the galaxy from certain doom? Yeah, I must be crazy.”

“You saved the galaxy, too.”

“Good point,” Shepard concedes. “Guess that makes us both a catch.”

“I’d say so.”

“So, we should probably both stop worrying about it so much and focus on more important things.”

“Certainly.”

“Things like this?” Shepard asks, catching one of Liara’s hands at the wrist and pulling it down to cup her breast.

Liara’s pupils are widening, black pools like the void of space filling Shepard’s vision. She can feel the now familiar probing pressure at the back of her mind, the meld just starting to build between them, can feel her heart begin to race in response.

Liara surges up beneath her, and Shepard lets herself sink into the meld. Gratitude, desire, love rushes over her like ocean waves and sweep her doubt away like driftwood on the tide.

This is real. It’s real.

And it’s theirs.

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Hypnofetish Emoji

I used Google’s Emoji Kitchen to make some hypnokink emoji/stickers. I removed the backgrounds on them all, so you can save them all and use them.

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Esoteric Training - Jennah

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Bonus:

am i kicked out of the fandom yet…?

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“I am allowed to reference my wife in this context. I enquired whether it would be appropriate, and her response was affirmative. I love and respect Amanda very much. So I said to her, ‘We have been married for many years and have raised several children with varying success.’ And she knew that. I said, ‘Do you mind if I still speak of your emotionalism on stage?’ And Amanda said, ‘Yes, Sarek, you may do this. But just don’t say that I’m a human and that you don’t like me.’ I thought, ‘The qualifications for success are so much lower than I had previously theorized. That is all?’”

“I would never say that. It would be illogical to create such a show. Hello. My wife is human, and I do not like her. No. Go find a support group for insecure Vulcans in crisis, with keynote speakers Sybok and Spock. I would never say that, not even in jest, that my wife is human and I do not like her. That is not true. My wife is human and I find her presence very agreeable. She is a dynamite, five-foot, Jewish human and she is more than adequate. She and I have totally different styles. When Amanda walks down the street in ShiKahr, she does not care what anyone thinks is logical. Amanda is my hero.”

(When you watch “Star Trek” after “Kid Gorgeous” and have a dream that Sarek goes on a Vulcan comedy tour)

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nope, i still haven’t made a serious gif set of this scene, sorry. (part 1)

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You know, I don’t think I thought about it until now, but what Poe is saying does sound sort of like a request…

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

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Katie McGrath