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@reapers-bane
“Well, I’ll be damned. You’re Shepard.”

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The cyborg chuckled as the woman pratically demanded another kiss from him, but he obliged her very enthusiastically, and planted another kiss on her lips. His legs slowly carried the pair to the Salarian’s room, probably because he was simply enjoying the kiss they were engaged in, but more likely it was because he couldn’t see where he was going.
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Ah, damn this Salarian. Damn her and her good way of wording things. Tark sighed softly as multiple thoughts ran through his head as the small woman gripped his waist with her legs, essentially making them as close as they could be. Green eyes stared down into the Salarian’s giant orbs before Tark placed his forehead against hers before his lips pressed gently.
“Friendship is… Nice… But, honestly… I don’t think I can do only friendship at this point, Triss.” Tark muttered as he pulled away from the brief kiss, “So… If it’s alright with you… I’d like to be something more…”
Triss’ eyes widened as Tark leaned in to kiss her. She blinked as he pulled back but smiled slowly, oddly fond. She reached up to stroke his cheek with the back of her hand and considered him for a moment before she gave a quiet chuckle. “Well. Far be it from me to tell you ‘no’. I think I would find that more than gratifying.” she told him, taping an amused finger upon his nose before she grinned.
“Now…I believe you mentioned something about my room. It’s quite close by. Take the stairs, only door at the top. Large bed, plenty of room.” She told him with a bit of a giggle.
“Well, it’s good I won’t have to drink away the pain of being rejected tonight...” The cyborg chuckled as he wrapped his left arm around her lower back. He planted another kiss on Triss’ lips, hoping this time she’d reciprocate the gesture as he soon began moving the pair to the Salarian’s room.
Being this close with someone again was odd, but it was... It was definitely missed, he knew that much. And Triss... Triss was special, and she was certainly going to get over well with at least some of the clan. As for the rest, well... Tark needed a good fight when he got home, anyways. But those were thoughts for another time. For now, he was solely focused on the little women that was held in his arm.
When Tark felt her little hands grip onto his belt, he knew something that would make him turn bright red was coming. And he certainly was not wrong. The last sentence his little friend uttered was the one that drove him over the edge, and turned his slight blush into a bright crimson mask as he merely stared down at the Salarian. Multiple times did the large fellow open and close his mouth, obviously at a major loss for any form of word.
It took him a short moment to regather his previous confidence, and after a deep sigh, Tark lifted Triss up and pinned her to a nearby wall before leaning in and whispering to her, “Then by all means, show me to your room.”
Oh, this bluff was probably taking it a little too far, and if she followed through on that request, he was going to have a very awkward time with the little woman he had grown to like.
Triss’ eyes went a bit wide as she was lifted and suddenly pinned to a wall. She blinked at him and then broke into a small laugh, nearly chirping happily as he whispered in her ear. She wiggled slightly in his grasp and cocked her head at him. Still she could sense that there seemed to be something a bit wrong with the situation.
“Hmm, sure you want to you? I’m sensing hesitation. Am perfectly willing to say no in order to preserve friendship. Would also like to expand that I do not believe our friendship need change either from the addition of sexual intercourse or the lack of it.” she told him, although she let her hands linger on his shoulders and wrapped her legs easily around his waist. “As previously stated…I enjoy your company. I would enjoy it in bed or without.”
Ah, damn this Salarian. Damn her and her good way or wording things. Tark sighed softly as multiple thoughts ran through his head as the small woman gripped his waist with her legs, essentially making them as close as they could be. Green eyes stared down into the Salarian’s giant orbs before Tark placed his forehead against hers before his lips pressed gently.
“Friendship is... Nice... But, honestly... I don’t think I can do only friendship at this point, Triss.” Tark muttered as he pulled away from the brief kiss, “So... If it’s alright with you... I’d like to be something more...”
When Tark felt her little hands grip onto his belt, he knew something that would make him turn bright red was coming. And he certainly was not wrong. The last sentence his little friend uttered was the one that drove him over the edge, and turned his slight blush into a bright crimson mask as he merely stared down at the Salarian. Multiple times did the large fellow open and close his mouth, obviously at a major loss for any form of word.
It took him a short moment to regather his previous confidence, and after a deep sigh, Tark lifted Triss up and pinned her to a nearby wall before leaning in and whispering to her, “Then by all means, show me to your room.”
Oh, this bluff was probably taking it a little too far, and if she followed through on that request, he was going to have a very awkward time with the little woman he had grown to like.

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"Well, you're as terrifying in person as the little soldier tales describe you."
“And exactly how terrifying do those tales depict me?”
“A lot bigger, for starters. Also, covered in the blood of multiple people. But, something tells me you’re not a bloodbath kind of gal.”
Deadpool (2016) Sentence Starters
"Shit... did I leave the stove on?"
"You're my hero!"
"No, no, no, THAT I ain't."
"I had another Liam Neeson nightmare."
"You know, they made three of those movies. At some point you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."
"What the SHIT?"
"I'm gonna wait out here, okay?"
"Fake laughter. Hiding real pain."
"I'm about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s."
"Yeah, technically, this is murder."
"Love is blind, ____."
"This shit's gonna have nuts in it."
"You're a lovely lady/man, but I'm saving myself for ____."
"That's why I brought him/her."
"Do you like what you see?"
"Your face is the stuff of nightmares."
"Like a testicle with teeth."
"You will die alone."
"You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado."
"So, am I suppose to just smile and wave you out the door?"
"Think of it like spring cleaning."
"Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness."
"Finish fucking her the fuck up."
"Language, please."
"Suck a cock!"
"I'd go with you, but... I don't want to."
"If your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?"
"Maximum effort."
"I'd say that you sound like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slap Chop, more Shake Weight-y."
"Do you want any clothes that are not monochromatic? Have fun at your midnight showing of Blade II."
"Listen ___, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much."
"Wanna get fucked up?"
"Have you decided what you're gonna say to her?"
"Fuck me!"
"I don't have time for your goody two-shoes bullshit right now!"
"Why such a douche this morning?"
"Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."
"Today was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"You can't buy love, but you can rent it for three minutes!"
"That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."
"You're really gonna fuck this up for me?"
"You've got something in your teeth."
"Do you have an off switch?"
"We have everything we need now."
"I swear to God, I will find you in the next life and I'm gonna boom-box Careless Whisper outside your window."
"Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?"
"That was not mean! I'm proud of you!"
"I'm gonna need all the guns."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Seltzer water and lemon for blood."
"It reeks like old lady pants in here."
"Your crazy matches my crazy. Big time."
"Four or five moments. That's all it takes to become a hero."
Legion rolled his eyes, chuckling quietly before he placed his hand on top of Triss’ head, rubbing it as though he were attempting to ruffle her non-existent hair, “Maybe I just want to keep you all to myself, hmm?”
For something that meant to be sarcastic, it awfully didn’t sound like that at all.
Triss turned her head and gave him a skeptical look before a slow and wicked grin worked it’s way onto her face. “All to yourself hm? I see. Well this would also be acceptable. Particularly as you appear to find me attractive and I enjoy your company. A great deal.” She purred the last few words, turning into him slightly and leaning up on the tips of her toes.
Tark was somewhat taken aback by the sudden forwardness of the little Salarian, a nervous smirk forming on his face as the woman turned into his hand.
“Well, uh... Good to know that I don’t bore you, at least. And what, you saying you don’t like how attractive I am? You wound me, Triss. I thought we had something here.”
“Neat. A Turian doctor. I’ll start writing my will now. ‘Dear Wrex, I was killed mid-operation by a Turian surgeon. Give all my shit to Drek.’ There. All done.”
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Legion rolled his eyes, chuckling quietly before he placed his hand on top of Triss’ head, rubbing it as though he were attempting to ruffle her non-existent hair, “Maybe I just want to keep you all to myself, hmm?”
For something that meant to be sarcastic, it awfully didn’t sound like that at all.

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“… God damn that little salarian and her stupid attractiveness. Ugh, the boys gonna lose their shit when they finds out I like a salarian.”
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“Aw, you like me. Don’t worry. Shan’t mention it to anyone. Will be dirty little secret. Of course would also be happy to show off, prove my worth. Headbutt a few people. Realize that may either piss them off or earn respect. Vying on later.” Triss stated, smirking at the male’s elbow.
“... Please don’t headbutt any of my clan mates. In fact, let’s keep you as far away from Tuchanka as possible. Wrex might be in charge, but I’d rather not take any chances, mmk?”
“... God damn that little salarian and her stupid attractiveness. Ugh, the boys gonna lose their shit when they finds out I like a salarian.”
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The Cyborg Spectre chuckled nervously at the compliment as he removed his helmet, revealing his bearded face. He walked over to the little Salarian, standing over her by an impressive amount as he chuckled nervously once again, “So, would you rather me pick you up, or did you want me to kneel, hmm? Each are as easy as the other. It’s up to you, Miss Pumilio.”
The turian tilted her head up at him and smiled, “Hm, hadn’t considered. Interesting options. Perhaps better if I found a step-stool.” she giggled, before she reached up, grabbed onto his neck and dragged him down to plant a kiss on his lips. She released him after just a moment, smiling at him and giving him a pat on the cheek before she turned away. “Very good. Much appeased. Payment accepted, thank you.” she told him with a smirk before she turned, jumped up onto her bench, crossed her legs and began to tinker with his gun.
From behind them both came a soft laugh and a tattoo’d turian walked in with a crate under his arm and not much on besides a leather jacket and a pair of black pants. “Triss we’re not running a kissing booth you know.” he told the salarian as he placed the crate he was carrying beside her bench. Triss merely pursed her lips and waved him off with one hand.
“Shush, working. Turians go elsewhere, need concentration.”
Legion stood silent for a moment or two after the kiss, not even acknowledging the Turian that just walked in for a fairly long time. Kissing a species he had a mild hatred for was odd, especially when said species tasted a bit odd.
Blinking several times to regain his composure, Legion’s head turned towards the Turian who had come in with a crate and coughed slightly, somewhat hoping he didn’t hear his hatred filled comment about his species, mainly so they wouldn’t have to fight.
“Bah. The damned Asari and their biotics are boring. You want to see real biotics? You and other Battlemasters are probably the best example.” Legion grunted and nodded as to affirm his own words before he laughed at Shepard and her headbutting comment, “Ha! Headbutting us Krogan is definitely a good way to get a headache. Especially if the Krogan headbutts you back.”
“I don’t know, I rather like that floating move they can do if they jump off ledges. Not sure I could do that.” she admits, still impressed by having watched Samara pull off that trick a few times now. “I can’t say that I’m the biotics first, question later type though. I haven’t made it a habit of headbutting too many krogan, pretty sure I’d start forgetting a few things pretty quickly if I did.” she laughs, her posture relaxing a little more. “Though the one I hit last, think I got him by surprise if nothing else. Just glad he didn’t try to flirt with me because of my scars.” she indicates to the one under her right eye. “Not too sure he and I would have gotten on after that headbutt.”
Legion merely chuckled and shook his head, “No, I can’t imagine you would have. But, moving on... What brings you to the Citadel today, Shepard? Come to talk to the wall of a Council, or to shoot up the lower levels again? If it’s the latter, you can count me in. I’m pretty bored.”

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“Hmph. That’s good. The Citadel’s nice this time of year.” The Cyborg hummed as he removed his helmet, “Me? Well, I just got back from another Ceberus strike. Black site, studying Reaper tech. It was fun, kind of. Nearly got stabbed again.”
“ So I can tell. ” Gaelia adds to his comment, looking over at him when his helmet was removed – her brow plate twitching upwards carefully. “ I heard about that site. Of course Cerberus got their hands on the tech, again… ” When will they ever learn? Never, it seems. She sighs, mandibles slacking lazily on her face, looking outwards past Legion.
“ Anything else besides always getting - or being - stabbed? ”
“Kissed a salarian. That was weird. Never thought I would. Crossde that species off my bucket list. Now I just need to kiss a Turian, a Drell, a Batarian and another Krogan.” Legion clicked his tongue as he scratched the side of his face before pulling out a military ration bar from his belt.
“What about you, eh? Got anything on your bucket list?” He asked before he tore into the bar, devouring it with ravenous hunger.
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