#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

[sihakadan]

Me: *makes fun of furries*

Men I am attracted to:

Me:

[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

[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!

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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 👀💦

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

2024 Writing Year in Review!

Thanks @commander-krios ! I tag… @darkurgetrash @redroomroaving and @purpleasters-inseptember (nvm RED YOU GOT ME FIRST. How dare you! ;) @forget-me-maybe I’m throwing you a tag instead.)

Here we go!

Words posted: 157,651

Words unposted: 5,054 (...approximately, it's hard to count bits that I think might get ripped up and rearranged!)

Total word count: 162,605

Fandoms: Barring a teeny bit of work on an Ambition: A Minuet in Power WIP, BG3 has occupied my days.

Highest Kudos: Planar Tears, at 247 kudos.

Highest One-Shot Hits: Laced Close, my Rolan x Steel Weave Tav corsetry one-shot, at 1,328 hits. You little freaks. He would look amazing tight-laced and moaning about it <3

New things I tried: Scrivener! (Excellent, never going back. Especially good for multi-chapters). Trying different voices and styles. Writing prompts (and some of them have inspired utterly delicious filth, sweetness, or both, so thank you!). Writing sprints (banging). Proper outlining (couldn’t have done this much of Planar Tears without it).

Looking back, it seems like this year was pretty successful in terms of new writing habits I tried!

Fic I took the most time on: Planar Tears. I started at the end of January, and (hilariously) thought I’d be done by October. We’re at the 70% mark now! At a conservative estimate, I’ll say I’ve spent at least 250 hours on it… but the truth is definitely far higher.

Fic I took the least time on:

Short Shorts (And Cold Beer) came to me in a vision and took approximately 3.5-4 hours to write and edit. Same for Nailed! I’m also very proud of both of those fics, which is cool. Sometimes lightning strikes and you just have to sit down and dash* out those words (and credit to Barb for providing the lightning for Nailed!)

* “dashed out” for me is a top speed of 500–600 words written in an hour. I’m a tortoise compared to some on here!

Favourite thing I wrote?

It has to be Planar Tears <3

Favourite Fics I read this year?

I’ve read and rec’d some great fics this year, but I’ll keep it to a top three!

The Northern Bastards series by @graysparrowao3 is just fantastic filth. (Aradin x Rugan, you will love them and you will hate them. As it should be!)

I loved all of the other entries in Volo’s Erotic Library, but my special shout-outs have to go to @darkurgetrash for ruining my life (negative, severe internal pain) with “Discord Daddy Rolan”, @sav-not-tav and her orb-linered Lorroakan x Tav version of My Immortal, and @littlemisscactus 's absolutely heinous Strange Ox x Tav yaoi (kyaaaaaa?!).

And finally, the omelurg trilogy (starting with research methodologies) by weathered_law is just god-tier. Beautifully smutty and absolutely thrumming with affection for these mushroom nerds. It’s wonderful.

writing goals for 2025:

Finish Planar Tears by mid-June! I am feeling the pressure of wrapping up all these plot threads nicely, but I also know it's going to be the most rewarding part of an already very rewarding project, so I'm determined to make it sing.

Publish Fingering the Fist by the end of January, and Minthara x Gale by the end of February.

Return to my original novel now my skills are stronger and the ideas have fermented a bit.

Write freakier, filthier, and hopefully better. I’m always on a quest to improve my skills; if you recommend any great craft books/blogs/videos I'll gladly read them!

new works for 2025:

The omega!Rolan/f!alpha!Tav idea from Barb has been brewing for ages and I had some great thoughts whilst chatting to @ra-scheln about it, so that’s definitely coming at some point. (Once I’ve cleared my other oneshots from the above goals!)

I’m pretty committed to writing a Catrin-POV one- or two-shot I think! I want to write more smut than we have time for in Planar Tears, and I have a pushy-sub-Rolan/top-drop Catrin idea I’d like to explore where he oversteps her boundaries and inveigles her into doing something that he thinks is hot but she thinks is dangerous. I love exploring kink communication and conflict, what’s new ;)

Lennie! Poor Lennie! I have tragically neglected her, but the ideas have been stewing and I really want to get them down. So expect awkward car sex and another steamy spanking soon. <3 (I also need to make an OC reference so I can get some art of her picking Rolan up like the weightlifting hottie she is).

(This whole section is really an ode to the way a good idea will age until it’s ripe enough to write. I love those, because I often find when you DO sit down to write them, they come out quickly, and I can't wait to bash them out once my current queue is done!)

[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

[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)

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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.

[taylortaylormoon]

Shakarios Family tales - frustration.

(What was supposed to be a short ficlet turned into a longer project So, while I work on the longer project, here is a 'deleted scene' of Daddy Thane and two of the Shakarios children. Amie and Julius. )

Amelia ‘Amie’ Joy Shepard-Vakarian-Krios was not a ‘happy camper.’ as her mother had started to tease her playfully since they moved to the ‘new’ Citadel. The idea of living in space had thrilled Amie when she was first told. It sounded like something exciting out of one of her holo-vids. She spent many nights dreaming about the move, her new house, her new friends, and the adventures she would have. But now, sitting at the kitchen table of their apartment, it felt like anything but that.

Amie sighed loudly, glaring at the datapad in front of her. The math problems weren’t challenging—they were baby stuff, easy problems that all added up similarly. She already knew all the answers, but she couldn’t focus. The numbers blurred together as her thoughts returned to her old New Mexico home. She missed her friends -Lucas and Missy especially-, her school, and even her teacher, Mrs. Summer—who, as much as she hated to admit it, at least made learning fun. Most of all, she missed Fluffy. Technically, Fluffy wasn’t her cat, but he belonged to the neighbors, and his real name was probably dull. But that didn't matter. Fluffy used to sit in her lap when she read outside, but now he was gone. The soft hum of Julius’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Amie glanced up to see her brother sorting pieces for their Sol System model, a project they were supposed to do together.

“Julius!” Amie snapped, her voice sharp enough to widen the young Turian’s eyes. “What?” He asked innocently, looking up at her. “You're not supposed to start without me!” 

“I’m just sorting the pieces,” Julius replied, tilting his head. “That's not the same as building,” Amie let out an exasperated groan and slumped back into her chair. Across the room, Thane, who had been quietly cleaning up after lunch, turned at the sound. He had noticed his daughter growing frustrated a while ago, but he’d hoped she might work through it independently. But it seemed now that she wouldn’t, Throwing the dish towel over his shoulders, Thane crossed to the table. He stopped by Juilius first, his hand on the boy’s head.

“Julius,” Thane said softly, " Wouldn’t it be better to wait until Amie finishes her work before you start?”

“I’m not starting, Just sorting the pieces,” Julius protested. “Still,” Thane replied, his voice kind but firm, “This is something for the two of you to do together. Why not read the book Papa got you? I’ll bring you a snack soon.” Julius's mandibles twitched again, but the promise of food brightened his mood. “Okay, Dad,” he said, chirping happily as he bounced off to find his reading pad. With one minor crisis averted Thane turned his attention to his youngest. Amie was hunched over the table, her small hands gripping the stylus so tightly that her knuckles were white. The page of her datapad hadn’t changed in nearly half an hour. Thane crouched beside her, his dark eyes meeting hers with gentle intensity. “Ma’dahl,” he murmured, the Drell term of endearment meaning ‘little star.’ It was a name he reserved just for her, as unique and precious as the light she brought into their lives. Just as he called her mother Siha—a warrior angel who burned fiercely in the galaxy—Amelia was his ma’dahl, a bright, radiant star illuminating the darkness. “What is troubling you? You’ve been staring at the same page for quite a while.” Amie’s green eyes flicked towards his, then back at the screen. “Nothing,” She muttered, dragging the stylus across the pad in a way that looked more like doodling than actual work. A rudimentary picture of their old home, Thane assumed based on the flowers that dotted the picture. Thane studied her momentarily. “Is the problem too difficult?” “No,” Amie replied sharply. “It's baby stuff. Everyone knows the answers. It’s just…boring.” Thane chuckled softly, brushing her strawberry blond hair behind her ear. “Ah, I see. It’s not the work that’s bothering you.” Amie’s lower lip quivered, and her frustration bubbled over. “I do not want to be her, Dad! I hate it! I hate the Citadel. And I want to go back home!”

Her outburst startled even her, and tears welled up in her eyes. Thane’s face softened as he gathered the girl into his arms. Amie melted into the hug, burying her face in his neck. After crying for a few minutes Amie’s breathing evened out, and Thane sat her back on the chair. “I know Ma’dahl,” He said quietly. “Moving is never easy, especially when it means leaving behind the things you love. Your friend's your school.” he paused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And Fluffy?” Amie nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “He probably thinks I forgot about him.” Thane sat back on his heel, his gaze thoughtful. “Do you remember the garden we planted back on Earth?” Amie sniffled and blinked at him. “Yeah. It took forever for the flowers to grow.” “It did,” Thane agreed. “But we cared for them, and eventually, something beautiful grew from the dirt. The citadel is like that garden. It feels strange and empty,w but it will start to feel like home in time. You might even find something new to maybe even a new Fluffy.” Amie’s lips wobbled, but a small smile peeked through. “I don't think there’s a cat better than Fluffy.” Thane chuckled, standing and ruffling her hair. “Perpahs not, but why do we finish this page, and then we’ll go explore? Who knows what adventures the Citadel might hold?” Amie nodded hesitantly, picking up her stylus again. The problems still looked boring, but her father’s words gave her a tiny flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, the citadel wasn’t so bad.

[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.