#☆angara

[sol-consort]

Angara anatomy shows that their last three fingers are webbed together by a thin layer of flesh, leading to less flexibility than a human hand offers.

A lot of human hand gestures (pinky promise, middle finger, peace sign) are impossible for them to perform. We count on our fingers because it's the easiest way to teach human kids numbers by folding down each separate finger, while the angara can only fold three at a time. Do they use something different to count on?

Meaning, there is no feasible way for a human to hold hands with an angara; you can't entangle your fingers into theirs without the webbed flesh coming in the way.

:(

(On an unrelated note: what's up with angara and the number three symbolism continuously showing up? They birth three children at a time, they have three fingers fused together, they have 3 repeated letters in their name)

[emmavakarian-theirin]

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

[baggesa]

[naiitiel]

Angaras. My pretty boys.

[queen-art0]

Which version do you prefer? 7v7

this is also useful to practice angara anatomy 😏

[yuko27]

Sara Ryder&Jaal Ama Darav

UPD I added extraterrestrial backgrounds to my previous drawing :)

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Mass Effect Characters that I think are black coded or poc coded since this game has like 3 black characters in the entire series but one dies, one is meh and the other is the worst fucking character in the series who’s every negative black stereotype in the book

Jaal Ama Darav- Fucking obvious. Tbh most Anagara are black. Maybe all of them. Yeah all of them.

Almost all Asari. Like I can’t even choose one because every one I meet gives me black woman vibes, even Liara, especially with how they’re sexualized constantly . I think all Asari are black women ot just women of color (shut the fuck up don’t say ‘they’re blue of course they’re woman of color’ I will eat your soul) but I’m claiming Liara, Matriarch Benezia, PeeBee, Samara, Morinth and Aria mostly

Most if not all Krogan but I’m claiming Wrex, Drack, Eve, Kesh and Grunt as black. The others can be whatever

Vetra, Syd and Kandros are my only black turians

If I’m claiming Salarians I’m only claiming Kirrahe and Kallo because Kallo reminds me of my nerdy ass brother

All prothean’s are black because they remind me of the angara

Thane is black and since he’s like the only Drell I know besides his son he’s the only one I claim as black plus his son. Maybe that one drell Liara likes or whatever but I don’t remember his name and I don’t care to google it

As for the other races like the Volus, Batarians, Vorcha and Hanar they can be whatever. I feel like Quarians or some sort of European coded but then you have Reegar who sounds like fucking soldier from TF2 so idk I’m not touching it

Also don’t come for me with “Oh why are you headcanoning most of the krogan as black they’re aggressive that’s stereotyping” which like in the game all krogans are stereotyped as aggressive but you have those who aren’t like Kesh but she’s treated as such by Tann and others just because she’s Krogan even though she’s a scientist who wants to use her brains, Eve who’s physically restrained even when she’s the one in danger all because of the stereotype of all Krogan being violent when she prefers to use her brains and even criticizes other Krogan for their old archaic ways of thinking with violence, like they’re treated how black women are treated all day every day 24/7 365. I’ll headcanon them as black if I want to.

If you want to know why I claim most of these characters as black feel free to ask but so far this is my list. Also I might do a thing where I draw a human design for the characters I think are black.

And if you disagree with these let me know why. Even though I most likely won’t read it because nine times out of ten when someone objects to a non human character being head cannoned as black it’s for racist reasons so I genuinely don’t really care if you disagree

[shiara-tsoni]

Angara Concepts, Art of Mass Effect Andromeda

[herba-serpylli]

We need more angara-OCs!

Meet - Vasaan Ro Masaaf. 56 y.o., 183 cm, 94 kg.

The head and spiritual leader of a small settlement (300~ people) on Kadara. He has a very small family, but he loves his only son :3 (and a few more relatives)

[plasticfreckles]

late night thought about uncanney valley, extraterrestrial life (mostly mass effect aliens), monsterfuckery and all that

brought to you by the fermi paradox hypothesis that alien life may be so immensely different from human life that we'd never find each other bc we're looking for Humanoid Signs and the Inhabitants of HIP-413b are looking for HIP-413b'ian Signs

i watch star trek and i play mass effect and consume monster pornography and im like

they kinda sexy

but lets be real if I opened the door to go to work one day and Garrus Vakarian stood in front of me

best case, uncanney valley hits like bruh your cosplay so good, so screen accurate it actually freaks me out

worst case, i shit myself and vomit on the spot or just straight up die bc I'd be terrified

like sort of, the appeal is that they're inhuman, yeah, but also that they're not real?

bc im trying to imagine a creature that's easily taller than my room height, covered in some sort of biological, scale shield against radioactivity with its waist the circumference of my forearm and extremities the dimensions of... idk sth tall and skinny you get the idea

he could tell me there's no shepard without vakarian all he wants i will not survive that encounter and not even bc he'd kill me or I'd kill myself bc honestly

i dont think the human mind is equipped for that. The average human mind can barely comprehend that the number of ESTIMATED stars in the OBSERVABLE universe is this number: 10^24. TO THE POWER OF TWENTY-FOUR. I DON'T EVEN KNOW 24 PEOPLe. Like for all that math is what makes up the universe [or so I've been told. i have dysalculia, i wouldn't actually know] if Just Some Guy can't process that how tf would JSG process The Very Model Of A Scientist Salarian?*

We all played Andromeda and watched Jaal stalk down those stairs and went 🥵 but if this mountain of skin easily thrice my mass came stalking down stairs towards me?? REALISTICALLY??? Evfra could call off his snipers and get the cleanup crew bc i died right there and evacuated every last of my orifices thankyouu.**

[angara [AND KETT HOLY SHIT] only get worse when u think about their origins but since I'm passed on before anyone even speaks it's not conducive to my point so im ignoring it]

also i think salarians would be worse bc they look rather close to what ThE gReEn MaRsMeN are depicted as

quarians and asari are just larping and cosplaying probably

but you know what would absolutely yeet me into the next life? NA'VI bc they hit alienism and uncanney valley at the same time and now translate that into conceivable carbon-based intelligent life? absolutely not goodnight

I once spent 10 bucks on an exclusive character in a Crusty Dating Sim in which you met that character's alien creators and MC straight up vomited and back then I laughed but honestly? probably same

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*dont actually tell me i dont wanna hear it

** dont talk to me about societal shift or whatever from having grown up with aliens and landing on an alien planet in an alien galaxy for human expansion thats not what this is about. its about that, take em outta mass effect and plop em in front of your door you're dead on scene

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: an angaran orgy complete with electrostim would fix me (to the mod(s): thank you for running this blog! I keep coming back, I love it here ❤)

[sol-consort]

maybe silly but imagine a similar scenario to your turian roommate post but with an angara

your hopeless romantic roommate who's just barely educated enough on human norms to know he's not supposed to explicitly confess so soon, but not nearly enough to actually hide his crush. you feign obliviousness just to see how far he'll go. it turns out he's willing to go pretty far.

Looking back then, you'd blame it on curiosity, a dose of boredom, a healthy mix of both. A feeling so familiar and just very human.

Seeing how long can you hold your breath while diving in the pool, how many times can you flip a coin to land on the same side, just how far this tower of cards you've been stacking will reach.

Innocent things, harmless in retrospect.

So was his crush on you at first, ever so innocent and sweet. Highly altered by your rose-tinted views on angara. This new loveable species, so pretty in their colours and galaxy skin, so polite and kind, so... refreshing from your average Milky Way alien, which grew dull by now.

You just wanted to see, your intentions were pure... mostly, merely wanting to test the waters, see until how long can you play the role of the oblivious air-headed human before he catches on to what's happening?

Like, what's the worse that could happen? You admit to teasing him deliberately, he pouts in the adorable way angara tend to do, and you two laugh about it in not a week's time?

You were unbelievably bored, there aren't many fun things to do while rehabilitating a new planet into a livable state. All you do is watch numbers go up and down in decimals on a screen all day long.

This can't be good for humans; you need enrichment!

So you make do to find your own entertainment, which just happened to be angara shaped.

The digital pamphlets your team was required to study and be quizzed upon before getting the OK from higher ups to descend to the planet and work alongside the angara, were very informative, if a little stereotypical, Tann really needs to hire a better sensitivity reader.

What stood out to you the most were all the snippets about the angara's "unusual" cultural views on love. The normalisation of romance, the openness with feelings, the emotional intelligence and wisdom nurtured into each one of them since they were little.

How eccentric of a concept it seemed for the Milky Way's emotionally constipated species.

And when your angara roommate confessed on an uneventful sunday morning, as nonchalantly as one would offer a passing "good morning" while a sleep deprived you was looking for dinner leftovers in the fridge to reheat for breakfast.

It didn't shock you as much as you thought it would, maybe because this is the ninth instance of an angara seemingly developing a crush on a human overnight that happened in this settlement so far.

They just keep falling like flies left and right, it seemed as if you couldn't lump an angara with another human under the same roof without someone popping something.

With the chilly air of the still-opened fridge against your side, the humming of electricity faintly heard in the background, the hunger gnawing at your core for something to vill the void in your stomach with—the best response your brain could conjure to this man in front of you, was inquiring if the coffee machine was still broken or did the maintenance guy arrive and fix it yesterday while you were at work?

A second passed, two became three, five awkward seconds stretching into six.

You recognise the look in his eyes, one that screams cogs-churning in brain right now. You could practically imagine the frozen loading screen that is his mind. A look most angara you knew had whenever they weren't sure if one of you were messing with them or telling the truth.

The two of you sat and ate breakfast in silence, your coffee cup steaming to the side, his usual serving of nutrition paste, the slightly mushy pasta leftovers from last night, freshly microwaved, on a plate between the two of you to share.

And then you heard it again.

"I love you." followed by the clinking of the spoon against the bowl as he scooped another bite.

Looking at you expectingly, sharp eyes awaiting a reaction, a slight hint of skepticism as he continues on to clarify.

"Romantically. Sexually. I want to be with you, to be your partner, bondmate..." a pause as he attempts to recall the human terms, "boyfriend. Yes."

He couldn't have made himself clearer, and you don't know if you should feel insulted for being seen as thick in the head or touched for his accommodation to what he deemed as obliviousness.

The first time, you didn't mean to brush him off, it was a brain hiccup, a lagging issue, courtesy of the numbing work sleep routine purgatory you've been assigned.

But now, oh now, something... stirs inside you.

The same innocent curiosity, the pure urge to just see how far a rubber band can stretch.

You awww-ed at his words. "That's very sweet." You sprinkled at the end.

And kept chewing the pasta.

He blinked.

You smiled.

"Should I take this as a rejection? If so I completely understand and won't bothe—"

You interrupted him, "a rejection of what? why what happened?"

Oh. That felt good. How rewarding the confused dumbfounded expression on his face felt, but you can't laugh yet, you can't blow your cover. Summon your inner theatre kid.

"I..." he swallowed "is this confusing? Should I have clarified more?" He mulls it over, watching the steam leaving your coffee, glimpsing his distorted reflecting on its surface.

You know what they say about fun times, it sure flies by.

As the days go by, you find yourself looking forward to new opportunities to mess with your dear roommate, who's ever so determined to get his feelings across to you.

The love letter he carefully writes, folds, and leaves on your bed. Only for it to accidentally get lost in the laundry as it happened to be the day you wash your sheets.

The bouquet of flowers assortment he carefully selected to resemble Earth flora as closely as he could manage from all of those education vids he used for reference. Only for you to praise him for finally deciding to decorate the apartment, but maybe he should've bought a vase as well. Not to worry, you have this old empty bottle of krogan liquor as a temporary solution.

Your average human would've gotten frustrated, thrown in the towel by now. Which is exactly why messing with this angara is so fun, he's just so full of hope for you, so trusting, so naive as he keeps trying time after time to explain his feelings for you.

One time, you pretended not to know what sex was—you, one of the expedition leading scientists—as the two of you were watching a sorta steamy romance movie video that he insisted on watching together.

"Look, do you see that?" He pointed at the screen, a quarian taking off her helmet as before crashing her lips into the stunned turian in front of her.

His fingers brushed against the back of your hand, a paw-like palm easily covering yours whole. "That's what I want us to do, what I long for, what I daydream about." He turned to face you.

You did the same, looking up at his ever so hopeful eyes "You daydream about being a quarian?" You titled your head to the side, "but you haven't even met one before."

If patience was a virtue, then this man must be a saint.

"I'll show you what I mean, if you'd let me." He leaned down, almost cornering you against the arm of the couch, yet still giving you enough room to get up and leave.

The elation that went through you was electric as you saw the opportunity of a lifetime to do the funniest thing ever.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the faint buzzing of electricity beneath his skin, reminiscent of the fuzzy static electricity stuck to the screen of an old box TV.

He melted under your touch, a deep exhale tugging along all the weight on his shoulders with it as it left. Arms completely moving to envelope you and close the distance between your bodies, as if he couldn't believe this was finally happening, that a match was struck at last.

You felt his hot breath against your skin as his face inched closer, his own lips brushing against yours, slow, tantalising, testing the waters as not to frighten you away. Arms completely wrapped around your waist, clutching the flimsy fabric covering your back.

He tasted sweet, a little sour, like candy. Blunt teeth and a large tongue, how it curiously traced over your canines as the kiss deepened.

Greedly prolonging this so-called demonstration. Nearly losing himself in your lips, his hold on you slowly coaxing you to sink down into the couch, under his larger body.

Leaving the both of you breathless as he breaks it off, pulling away with the same slow grace, yet staying in close proximity.

"Do you... understand, now?"

The very same hopeful glint in his eye.

You happily offer an affirming answer with a definite yes.

"Of course, your future partner will be so lucky!" To add insult to injury, you gave his lips a short peck, "I'm really glad you feel comfortable enough with me to practice this, we're really good friends, aren't we?"

[goldbasar]

Onyx ♥ ♥ ♥

[baggesa]

[bijeille]

[beamer7thepoko]

Heres a Mass effect andromeda jaal appreciation and admiring post & gif collection because I was thinking about him recently.