#daddy krios

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So, with the Drell belief of the body and soul work together to make the whole, that means Thane would be a trans ally 🩵🤍🩷

"The body is not our true self. The soul is. Body and soul work as one in a whole person. When the soul is weakened by despair or fear – when the body is ill or injured, the individual is disconnected. No longer whole."

He would want trans people to be fully connected and whole. 💛

So I made some trans pride with space lizard daddy 💕

(Also I am not trans, I'm an intersex ally)

[messydiabolical]

He got that dad swag and it's catching

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: i love thane and i want to fuck him but at the same time there are times where he wish he was my dad because he is so loving and caring and gentle and i have daddy issues

[solev]

Don't look at me. @hawkeshep

[coriphallus]

Eden was gonna be a lesbian, when I first played her I fully intended to match her with Jack for some paragonxrenegade ultimate biotic hit squad.

Unfortunately I failed. But I kept the idea, she was a lesbian until lizard pussy/lussy got to her. She’s having a second sexual awakening at her late thirties with a dude who’s gonna die in a couple of months and then she’ll go back to lesbianism prolly

[sihakadan]

Me: *makes fun of furries*

Men I am attracted to:

Me:

[tsunderful]

Shepard: Okay, Thane, before you join the crew I'd like to ask you a few questions to see if you'll fit in with the others. Thane: Alright then, I see no harm in that. Shepard: What's your relationship like with your parents? Thane: I never knew my biological parents, but the Hanar who raised me were always kind to me. Shepard, clearly disinterested: Uh-huh... Thane: My son, on the other hand- Shepard: Welcome aboard!

[whotaughtyougrammar]

Ask game: Henry/Darryl to switch it up, but I know nothing about Mass Effect(?) so dead husband guy and his partner would also be interesting to hear too

Oakson: I ship it!

What made you ship it? What was the line? "I silence his dumb ass with a kiss?" Darryl feeling love for the first time in a long time? IDK if they didn't want us shipping Oakson they shouldn't have leaned so hard into it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What are your favorite things about the ship? Is it bad that I'm blanking on my favorite things? I do think a lot of it comes down to Will and Matt having a really good dynamic and really good chemistry with one another. I think if it wasn't for that I could have easily just been "Yeah I don't see it!" I do actually really like the argument they had with each other before everyone decided on going to the Pyramid, I think it's a good sign that even after what was frankly a pretty serious discussion they could both set it aside and still have the same rapport as they did, same as ever. Of course there were other, bigger things to worry about after that, so......

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? LMAO oh boy, now, it's been a long time since I did a relisten to the early episodes and I've only listened to the ending arcs once on account of me hating them so much so I'm going off half-remembered bits, but I don't appreciate is how they absolutely played into it the Oakson dynamic as the podcast went on, only to basically pull back completely and stick with a "just friends" sort of deal, which, IDK it leaves me feeling some type of way.

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(OMG poor Thane, forever known to my non-Mass Effect mutuals as the 'dead husband' guy 💀💀)

Commander Shepard/Thane Krios: I ship it!

What made you ship it? I'm a sucker for a cold, hard badass who is soft with their loved ones and surprisingly gentle and reserved. It's just A Thing and OKAY LOOK, if you had asked me like 5 years ago what my type was, I definitely would not have said "neglectful single dad with a dead wife who also fucking gets killed in a very stupid way whoops" but like the facts don't lie and I am feeling some type of way about it.

What are your favorite things about the ship? I like that Thane finding a second chance at love even after having given up on it, of learning to live again even when (probably especially when) he's dying of a terminal illness. I love that he calls her Siha, a warrior-angel, and like the parallels between Shepard and Irikah both being warriors in their own way and that's what Thane is attracted to? Chef's kiss. I love that when he goes to Shepard on the eve of their suicide mission, he can cry and confess that he once again feels afraid of dying, and I love that when he does, Shepard takes his hand and asks him to "be alive with [her] tonight."

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I will be completely honest when I say that I am not opposed to Thane dying, I just hate the way it happened (he JUMPED on a SWORD), and I especially hate the way everyone just sort of glosses over his death, even Shepard if you romance him and that is because the writers LITERALLY FORGOT he was written as one of your romance options!! I also think the Citadel DLC memorial was terrible, but hey at least we can say that Thane's last words to Shepard were the only thing that canonically makes (a Thanemancer) Shepard cry. So there's that.

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BRB crying

I love him so much 😭

Insp by @messydiabolical screenshots of their gameplay in discord I had to redraw one of them 👀💦

[keriweird]

2024 FORNAX EXCHANGE

(Mass Effect explicit gift fic/art exchange)

There were plenty of great fics again this year, but my TBR pile is a bit bigger than my down time to read right away. So I'll be taking my time working through that. For now, here's the link to the gift I received from @pastelroyce

I really really enjoyed the pace of this fic, and the pairing is so deliciously problematic. My brain was swimming with scenarios and potential implications. Amazing work, man!

Explicit, Kai Leng/NB Shepard Clone

Another wild ride:

Explicit, James Vega/Hanars, James Vega/Kaidan Alenko by @crimsonshield75

For a change of pace hehe:

Explicit, Laira T'soni/Javik by @masweird

My submissions for this year:

Explicit, Steve Cortez/Zaeed Massani (Dom! Steve/Sub!Zaeed)

And a treat for Royce

Explicit, Harry Carlyle/Transmasc Scott Ryder (Daddy kink galore)

(TO BE READ PILE after the cut due to length of post)

My tbr pile:

Explicit, Kaidan Alenko/James Vega by @ferindencadash

Explicit, Veetor'Nara/Kal'Reegar by weatheredlaw

Explicit, Miranda Lawson/James Vega by blazesurrender

Explicit, Male Shepard/Urdnot Wrex by @illusivesoul

Explicit, Male Shepard/Thane Krios/Kaidan Alenko

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From my previous post, I made Thane into a gif 😌

[messydiabolical]

I've been going though all my old documents of drell worldbuilding and such, so expect various snippets and rambles over the next few days! Kolyat Krios' early memories of his first home.

He was barely out of toddlerhood, and it was before his eidetic memory had fully taken hold. The memories he could recall from this time were hazy, there but hard to grasp. A lot like how the humans and turians seemed to describe their own memorisations.

He could see their first home in fragments. He knew it was small, cluttered, ramshackle. It was also very loving. An odd word to describe a building perhaps, but loving is how he remembered it.

 Mother bathing with me in the tiny shower, cursing when the hot water suddenly went out, then laughing it off. ‘Well that’s one way to really wake up and start a day!’ she waggles her eyebrows theatrically as she tickles my cold body through a towel, making me giggle, forgetting the chill. Her subvocal song trills in joy and I try to copy it, stuttered bursts of happiness in a staccato beat to her soothing tones.

 The neighbourhood was noisy, full of life and interesting, questionable smells.

Children were always outside, playing in the streets. Groups of teens and adults would also gather and mill about, though in retrospect, probably not for such innocent pursuits.

In the apartment upstairs someone was learning to play what sounded like an entire orchestras worth of instruments, taking a jack of all trades, master of none approach to the enterprise. They were very fond of practising late at night, the ceiling thudding with the beats.

A neighbour below them would watch Kolyat in the days while mother and father both worked. She was very old, saggy scales and eyes clouded over like the stormy clouds out beyond the dome walls. He adored her. She’d cook delicious soups that he’d gum and gnash at with his sprouting fangs, getting more all over his face and clothes than actually in his mouth. She’d just laugh in delight, rub his face with a cloth while he blew soupy raspberries in protest. She also loved to read storybooks, putting on funny voices for all the characters. Sometimes Kolyat would sleep over, and she’d make him a blanket fort on the sofa. Kolyat loved her very much.

‘Please Orla, I must insist you take some credits for your time.’ Mother shifts me on her hip. Her frillrings sparkle in the sputtering, broken hall light. I reach out with a pudgy little hand to play with them.

‘Now now dear, how many times must I insist. you keep those credits for him’. A wrinkly, gentle hand reaches over, stopping me before I grab too harshly on my silver hooped quarry.

Mother and father worked a lot. Mother seemed to like her work, exhausted as it left her. The same could not be said for father.

Father would come home from work dirty, dejected. Mother would rub his shoulders, kiss his cheek and put me on his lap, and he would melt a little. Kisses on my brow and a whispered promise. ‘I’ll make things better, do better for us’. Holds me a little tighter.

Kolyat can’t recall the exact words exchanged, but he remembers the night his parents fought, the first time he heard anything but loving devotion between them. The apartment only had one bedroom, so he usually slept in a crib he was vastly outgrowing, squeezed in next to his parents' bed. They had waited until he was asleep before bitter whispering began, then moved to the living room when it was clear things were escalating. It didn’t do much good; Kolyat had already woken up and the apartment had thin walls. It was a long night.

The next morning Thane was gone and Irikah, usually so positive, so determined, seemed to have lost a little spark about her. Usually when she made breakfast she would play music on her omnitool, singing off key and dancing as she moved.

That morning was too quiet, mothers movements too stiff and precise.

It was a Kalsef, a drell weekend day. Kolyat had begun to recognise patterns in time, knew that this was the day daddy always took him to the temple after breakfast while mummy got some me time.

‘Where daddy?’ the little drell asked, confused by the change in routine.

“He’s-” She pauses, looks side to side, runs her hand across her brow. She looks back up, leans across the table, strokes my cheek.

“He’s away on business Kolyat”.

Away on business. That was the first time he heard it. It would not be the last.

Three, perhaps four full Kalsefs passed, and father finally came home. He was dressed in sleek, fancy clothes, nothing like the overalls he’d worn for work before. He was smiling wide, rushed to Kolyat and swung him up in the air. Kissed mother and told them both he’d missed them so. Mother was all smiles too, but something was different. Something felt off to Kolyat. Like they were too eager, too desperate to seem normal, natural, which only served to make it feel unnatural.

A few days later they were packing up their meagre belongings. Emptying the apartment. A lot of it they didn’t bother with, too broken, not worth keeping. Father assured them they could get better things at ‘the new place’.

They travelled then, taking a skycar and then a shuttle, higher in the sky than kolyat had ever been. He clung fiercely to Thane when they looked out the windows, the vast oceans so far below, the islands and domes little specks on the surface.

“Fear not my son, we are quite safe. We’re going somewhere wonderful, you’ll see”.

Their second home was a lofty apartment at the very top reaches of the dome of Da’quin city.

The view out of the floor to ceiling windows made Kolyat feel sick. He had his own bedroom now, and he’d pile up toys against the glass planes, building a barrier between him and that fathomless fall. His new big bed accommodated his rapidly lengehtening limbs, but it felt so many miles away from mother and fathers bed. You couldn't hear the neighbours from the apartment. Never seemed to meet them at all; they could have been completely alone up there for all he knew. There were certainly no Orla’s in this building. He never saw her again. His second home was lonely.

[monstersmashorpass]

I have an unhealthy obsession with fish/alien men, I’d like to ask if you know of any ✨sexy✨ alien/fish daddies that do not include but are similar to the following- Jaal ama Darav (ME:A), Thane Krios (ME:2), Sidon (Zelda), Kit Fisto (Star Wars) aaaaaannnndddd that would be it that I know of so far, but I need more, so much more. Plz send more (I’m insanity incarnate, I know)

I got three who popped in off the top of my head anon! If anyone's got other options for anon, please reply to this post or reblog with em!

Putting this under a cut but also here's a tl;dr

Abe Sapien, from Hellboy

Fishman, from The Shape of Water

Creature from the Black Lagoon, from the movie of the same name

Just wanna say, since this is a first for us; it's gonna be hit or miss if we know other options for yall - we might have to often turns these over to followers for yall to chime in for peeps!

~ Ghoul ☢

I mean there's our Lord and Savior Abe Sapien from Hellboy. We can't have this list without him. (Got a poll for him somewhere in the queue as of posting this. He'll show up at some point!)

[Official Comic Art from one of the verses (the Abe Sapien specfic comics] [Abe as played by Doug Jones in the Del Toro Hellboy movies]

And can't forgot the Fishman from The Shape of Water (another Del Toro movie, with Doug Jones our beloved actor of creatures) (we've already done a poll for this guy!)

Honestly Im sure this exists because Del Toro saw what the Hellboy fandom did to Babe- (cough) I mean Abe Sapien.

Let's go old-school for a moment and hit up classic movie monsters! 1954's Creature from the Black Lagoon, anyone!? (Gonna make a poll for this guy, don't worry.)

[Original poster from back in the 1950s)

[jb-nonsense]

@commander-krios wants me to make Raphael Durante's genetic daddy, since Durante uses a fake name and doesn't like talking about his family

Images for comparison

[alyssalenko]

— late summer gothic aesthetics

Tagged by my dear @starsandskies ❤️ ages ago but I'm slow XD

Tagging: @illusivesoul @briarfox13 @badwolf626 @thefrostyshepard @kittynomsdeplume @thefathersbride @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @redreart @wickedwitchofthewilds @commander-krios @hazelestelle @minilev @pathfinderlittleduck and anyone else who wants to play, but as always, there is no obligation! ❤️

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Phryne Tav

ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.

bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends.

SOUTHERN CEMETERY.

magnolia blossoms,chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.

INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.

the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie-talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.

HAUNTED BOARDWALK.

rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water,ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.

[lolliputian]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @commander-krios! And, uh, whomever wants to do this, consider yourself tagged. I am old and bad at this.

Funnily enough I woke up to the tag after debating making a writing post when I woke up. Today is for finishing the next chapter of Return to Elturel and, potentially, starting chapter 9 of Time and Again. I'm not letting myself write anything else until I get out those chapters.

Speaking of RoE, would you like a Silfy POV that will break your heart?

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                Silfy didn’t remember much about her mommy and daddy.

                Mattis did. Ever since Mama and Papa talked to them about going to Elturel, he started talking about them again. Daddy was a Hellrider, like Papa, who was killed in Avernus. She barely remembered what it was like in Avernus except that it was very hot and very scary, and Mol had found them and claimed she was going to protect them now. She tried very hard to remember what Daddy looked like, even after Mattis told her how Daddy was big and strong, and how Mattis thought his adult horns were going to look like Daddy’s. But all she could remember was that his hugs were strong and tight, and he hugged her so tight it almost hurt before he went away.

                Not like Mommy’s hugs. Mommy’s hugs were soft and warm, and she smelled like cinnamon. Mommy always let her lick the spoon when she was baking something yummy. And Mommy protected her when devils came into their home. When she thought of Mommy, she thought of Mommy screaming, and then a lot of red, and then she couldn’t remember anything else.

                She dreamed of Mommy and Daddy that night, and there was a lot of red and screaming and monsters. She woke up crying. Silfy tore herself from the bed she was sharing with Mol and ran out of the room, past the huge guy with two different colored eyes who came with Mol, past the room where her friend Samara was sleeping, and tried the door where Mama and Papa were staying.

                It was locked. Silfy knew what happened when the door was locked, because Papa and Mama got really upset when they would pick the lock and come in the room, and now Mama had Bean in her belly. But she was scared, and she couldn’t get to her Mama and Papa, and the tears were falling harder, and she started wailing for her parents.