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Heyo! Brand new Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect over here! Multiverse, multiship, semi-selective, crossover friendly, and mutuals only!

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“What about when she trips off ledges while trying to go down ladders? I wonder sometimes if it’s because of those legs.”

She chuckled, stretching her arms up over her head for a moment. “Or when she pops up out of cover and right back without doing anything…”

« ☦ » ||  He barked out a laugh.

“What about when one of us is talking to her and she just starts spinning in a circle, or wandering in different directions? Has she ever done that to you? Or when it’s her turn to respond in a conversation, and she just stares off vacantly into space for a full minute before saying anything?”

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You still owe me fifty credits, chakaar. Pay up, or face the consequences. Which are very dire. And will totally not leave you covered in glitter.

« ☦ » ||  “Oh, come now, let’s not get drastic.”

“...besides, I don’t have it.”

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Tali gave a quiet snort at that, lowering the bottle of water she’d just taken out as she turned around to face her friend.

“I think… my favorite thing about Shepard is that sometimes, when I think she’s going to pick up something she’s found, she’ll duck into cover instead.”

« ☦ » ||  Garrus’s mandibles open in a wide, amused grin. “She does the same thing when I think she’s going to open a door.”

“And then, when I think she’s about to get out of cover, she rolls off to the side somwhere.”

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« ☦ » ||  “My favorite thing about Commander Shepard is that sometimes, when she’s trying to jump over something, she’ll combat roll face-first into it instead.”

“It’s so funny. Why is she like that?”

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Crumplecrashgrindshriekingmetal and the sound of turbine engines. There's a forty percent chance she just swore at him.

« ☦ » ||  The turian blinks for a moment, eyeing the Cybertronian up and down. He holds up both hands at chest-level, quietly asking the much larger being to calm down.

“I... I’m sorry?”

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"Okay so I'm still curious about this. Why is the Thorian, of all things, the creepiest thing you think we've gone up against? Are you afraid of it because it's a plant, Garrus? Is it because turians are facultative carnivores? Are you just afraid of veggies? It's all right, Garrus, I won't tell anyone. Except maybe Shepard."

« ☦ » ||  “You know, I’m personally more concerned about your vote for the Rachni, Tali.” He opens his mandibles in a grin.

“It’s not a bug thing, right? You’re not going to run off the battlefield if we see a spider or a roach? Would you need me or Shepard to squish them for you?”

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Your element is FIRE

You are passionate, strong and bold. Your determination and vision are who you are to the core and you won't let anyone influence you otherwise. You're independent and responsive when need be. You are a bit brash, and sharp tongued. You could stand to be a little less selfish when dealing with others and trying to find the more calm or peaceful approach to things rather than what gives the most 'drama'. Aside from that you are seen as a respectable source. You are often misunderstood and few seem to be willing to get to know you past your flame. But you are fiercely loyal to those whom you deem fit to your morals

TAGGED BY: @amongstaars​

TAGGING: @grandtheftautobct​, whoever else would like to

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How often do you get donated to on your accounts, if you don't mind me asking?

☽–;; aaahhhh, not often. i keep the button mostly for emergency situations; if something bad happens (like the time my cat got a urinary blockage or the time my fiance’s car broke down and we had to get a new one) I can just put up my commissions post and tell people if they don’t want to commission me but would like to donate they can hit my coffee button to donate a couple of bucks.

eeeeven then I usually don’t get much but I don’t blame anyone for that, times are tough and sometimes people just don’t trust personal donation things and that’s understandable.

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« ☦ » ||  “...I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but never something like you.”

Forgive him for tilting his head, or for the way his mandibles are opening just-so in his curiosity. The orange fluffball in front of him is a strange creature.

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grandtheftautobct;;

@scratchone​

« 🔧 »       “Look, I’m not saying I PREFER aliens. I’m just saying human men are often fuckboys, and not nearly enough women are attracted to me. That’s all it is.”

« ☦ » ||  “You know, I’ve met a few human men, and thinking on it...”

“...I’m inclined to agree with you.”

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justonesoldier;;

Everything right now was far, far too loud. Though the room she was in smelled clean, not like the acrid smoke or the burning stench of chemical fires, and the light was muted enough not to be painful… the beeping of some kind of machine had replaced the dissonant turmoil all around her.

Had she passed out?

A groan pushed out of her chest when she did finally decide to open her eyes. This wasn’t that strange, underlevel part of the Citadel. This wasn’t the Crucible.

Was this a hospital room?

“Mmgh… where…?”

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« ☦ » ||  Garrus Vakarian practically lived at the hospital now.

Of course it wasn’t healthy; he knew it wasn’t healthy. He should have been working on repairing his own life, not waiting on someone who might or might not wake up, and he was fully aware of that. But Garrus wasn’t about to give up on Lynn. He couldn’t.

She was the one thing that had gone right in his life.

So when he wasn’t helping everyone else with reconstruction, he was by her side, day and night. His own apartment had gotten a bit dusty, he’d noticed when he’d deemed fit to check his mail, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care.

He was dozing off in a far-too-uncomfortable but now far-too-familiar hospital room chair, datapad in hand, when Lynn woke.

Garrus sat bolt upright at the sound of her voice, groggy and strained though it was. He forced himself to stay calm, though his heart was beating a mile a minute, as he stood to move towards her bed.

“Aislynn? Are you awake?”

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                                           death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints                                                                     it takes and it takes and it TAKES                                                            history obliterates in every picture it paints                                                                      it paints me and all my mistakes

                            COMMANDER AISLYNN SHEPARD

                                             rules | about | verses

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