#c-sec

[aceouttatime]

Alliums, for your patience.

Artfight revenge time! I've got @lunargazing-png's Kara and Azailick here on a little Citadel date after work <333 I had a blast drawing these two, and their story is super cool--if you haven't, go check them out!

[darefidaenyr]

gaming... %) Venari tells the Turian general: "To the village, to the wilderness, to Omega." This was a remake of the quote "To the village, to my aunt, to the wilderness, to Saratov" from Griboyedov's "Woe from Wit." I don't know if Pallin has an aunt :)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Prime Series: Castis Vakarian

[ Art by Rouge ]

I'd insert something clever here, but I just needed an excuse to flaunt new art design and artist to feed my Castis x OC/Duchii delulu. And perhaps to inspire me to actually fkn write more of it.

Context:

As much as I love this old man, I'm very into his prime days at C-SEC or a little past his prime with just a few years under his belt before retirement. Yes, that grey area of deliciousness, thank you very much.

I'm equally aware that the armor doesn't seem very close to canon. We're doing our best. T__T.

[aperture8]

Mass Effect - Legendary Edition

[suimase]

DARKSTONE - STORIES RADIATA

[thatwildwolfart]

grunt does some mental math

[mostmagical]

so funny to me that the war assets screen in me3 straight up just uses a screenshot of me1 garrus for the turian assets

that's right. that is my turian asset.

[its-everything-oclock]

2 different categories:

Charles: Yup, that's all mine.

Lando: I just want one chance.

[knightwhoisni]

hex member: kid, you can't drive an atomicycle. you aren't even old enough to have a driver's license.

the operator, who can at the very least successfully fly their own very large spaceship very close to the sun: A What

[livwritesstuff]

The arrival of fall means the arrival of soccer season for the Harrington family. Soccer, as Eddie has learned, is kind of a gateway drug to the world of sports, the first sport their naive, impressionable youths are indoctrinated with, and all three of Eddie and Steve’s daughters are playing soccer in their town’s youth league this fall, even five-year-old Hazel now (she hates it; it’s probably also the very last time she’ll play too), so Eddie usually spends at least half of his Saturday at a local field watching his daughters’ games.

Steve usually volunteers to coach their daughters’ teams, except there’s another soccer-related first this year – Steve decided to take a step back from coaching Moe’s team like he’d been doing since Moe was in kindergarten, which means that he's actually on the sidelines with Eddie.

At one point during one of Moe’s games, things gets held up for a few minutes while one of the team moms argues with the coach. It seems to be about Moe, given the look of indignation on Moe’s face.

“Did you see what happened?” Eddie asks like he tends to whenever anything happens in Moe's games because they move pretty damn fast and he doesn't have an eye for this stuff like Steve does.

Steve shakes his head, “It’s Moe. Anything could have happened.”

It’s a fair point, honestly, and the coach shuts the whole thing down pretty quick and the game continues. Steve and his ear for drama didn't, obviously, and pretty much the second Moe’s game is over, Steve asks her, “So what was Mrs. Roberts all upset about?”

“I dunno,” Moe shrugs as she hefts her enormous soccer bag higher on her shoulders, “Apparently I said the C-word and she wanted the coach to take me off the field.”

Eddie feels himself freeze, feels Steve do the same beside him because, sure, their kids curse up a goddamn storm (no idea where they got that from) but everyone has their limits and Eddie’s pretty sure that he and Steve have never used that word – certainly not around their daughters, but not really ever (Nancy doesn't like it and they're all a little afraid of her still).

“I didn’t even know the C-word was a bad word,” Moe finishes.

“Okay,” Steve says slowly, something in his tone suggesting he’d rather be asking their daughter anything else, “Well, what…word did you say?

Moe shrugs, “I just said crap.”

Steve visibly relaxes beside Eddie as he does the same. Even still, Eddie can’t help but feel kind of perplexed even by that because, frankly, both Steve and Eddie usually bypass the sanitized expletives and head straight for the bigguns. It’s kind of crazy she didn’t go all in with the F-bomb whenever she got wronged on the field.

“Since when was crap a bad word?” Moe continues.

“It’s not,” Steve waves her off, “But…yeah, don’t use that one around Mrs. Roberts ‘cause she’s weird about that kind of thing.”

“Well, you already said I can’t say shit, so what can I say?”

“Well, you’re ten, so you can say nothing and survive the game totally fine.”

“That’s censorship at its finest, Papa,” Moe rolls her eyes.

“Darling, please don’t cite Dad at me.”

[rnmyn]

They're talking about wine. And their best friend.

Also, they share a voice (Donghua!SQX and A/D&CQL!WWX)???

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[n7valkyrien]

codename: archangel

↬ has he ever thought about maybe it’s not the scars…???

i am working on the garage doors pls stop yelling at me ah yes i love insanity mode

[kkolg]

Abyss - Scraton

[clingyduoapologist]

I know people make like jokes about stuff “rewriting your brain” or whatever but like reaching through the screen to grasp your shoulders I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think about c!tommy in a normal way like no hint of exaggeration here no bit this fucking bitch did irreparable damage to my mind

[aperture8]

Mass Effect - Legendary Edition

[aarontveit]

but he tells me that I'm dreaming when he talks I hear his ghosts every word they say to me