#older turian

[dukeoftheblackstar]

[5] 'Father Duty' || Castis Vakarian

[ 1 ], [ 2 ], [ 3 ], [ 4 ] by scent.2002 || Meta

Here we have:

Take your kids to work day where precious little baby girl Solana (we're still polishing working on Solana and I couldn't decide whether she's younger sister or older sister — I feel like she's younger but also feel like she's older depending on the mood swings).

Garrus verbally and literally pointing out someone's form isn't proper because Dad taught him the proper way and Castis is just 'well, you heard my boy' — ah, yes, more delulu coming your way ♥

Solana is not at all happy to be there but she's the behaved one so she gets to be in daddy's holster.

Garrus eating off dad's spicier plate because it's 'dad's spicier plate' and he wasn't going to back down to dad saying, "You're too young for this, Garrus. This is too spicy for y—."

Look at the sheer determination to appease his father and his pride as a Vakarian. NOMNOMNOM LITTLE ANGEL ♥

Dad making copies of work related files in his omni-tool because Solana decided to play with it and did cute little doodles and blamed it on Garrus.

Garrus gets a time out and doesn't know why. Dad won't tell him.

[corvusalbus93]

Turian I drew ages ago (2014 by the looks of it)

[hanasnx]

" THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER " — garrus vakarian.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | sexual content | age gap | making out | grinding | size difference | overpowering.

DILF!GARRUS VAKARIAN who thought the basis of human attraction depended on youth. Imagine his surprise when you not only couldn't stop staring at his aging body like he was a fully equipped armory before a mission, but you showed genuine interest at the prospect of his superior amount of experience.

Here you are, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, fresh from hopping ship to ship serving with your parents until you were brave enough to go at it on your own. Now you follow him around like a lost puppy, constantly questioning his motives just to hear him talk, asking him to explain a calculation over and over again. He notices how you squirm when he talks down to you, so to speak. He's positive you're not incapable, but he's not going to refuse a request from so eager a learner. Even if you're not going to learn how to do advanced calculus, he tells himself it's still valuable to hear it. Even if you demonstrate how little you're listening when you chew on the end of your pen at him, and bat your long lashes. Nod slowly through hooded eyes, letting them generously trail down his figure in his suit.

It's enough to make him trail off, clear his throat, adjust his neckline as he glances away to break the tension he's inadvertently fanning. "Run along now." he sometimes tells you so you'll get away from him, so he'll have some room to breathe, so he's not constantly reminded of what a low-life he is when he's around you. Instead, that phrase sends you crazy, biting your lip at him over your shoulder as you sway out of the room.

"Bye-bye, Vakarian~" you purr, and scamper off.

Garrus feels shame when he lets you win. He's supposed to be older, know better, protect someone like you. But when you're clinging onto him, inclining him down to your soft lips, he can't imagine being anywhere else. Tucked away in some dark corner of the Normandy, you guide his hands to touch your young body through your clothes, riding up the material so his touch sets what little it grazes ablaze. After months of dancing around each other, finally you're granted a little relief. And his face burns hot from the contact however brief.

"I'm... I'm not... usually like this.." Garrus confesses, breathless, heart racing. The possibility of you two being caught together, tangled in embrace in a precarious location... there'd be no way to talk his way out of it. Everyone would think of him as some Turian predator, can't get a date unless it's with a girl half his age. And he's not beating the allegations as his claws dig into pliant flesh, drawing you closer to press your hips into his. As if gravitating towards your sex, heavenly bodies bump clumsily as you reconnect with his mouth. Apparently, you're not interested in hearing his protests, claiming he's not "usually" like anything, because right now he's showing you how much he very much is like this. His grip on you is not one of a Turian with doubts.

You've never kissed his species before, and at first his mandibles were hard to get used to—and it felt like he wasn't used to it either—but once you realized he's much more relaxed with his tongue, everything else fell into place. His lack of lips is an obstacle to kissing, but irrelevant when making out. Meeting in the middle, that tongue is long in reach and eager in attitude, coiling around yours in a way a human's would never be capable of. Reptilian in nature, his sulcus is defined, allowing his muscle to fold in on itself, elongating to the thinner apex.

Your palm that cups his face, draws down so your fingertips dance along the grooves of his scarring, coming to trace the line of his mandible. As long as you've known him, you've never gotten this close, and when he massages your tongue with his deft one, an embarrassing whimper emits from your parted lips. Instinctively, you rear your head to break the kiss—if you can even call it that. But Garrus is unyielding. A strong arm around your waist arches you into him, as if possessive over this act you've introducing him to. Confirming your suspicions with an annoyed growl and his tongue venturing further into your mouth, a wave of pleasant tingles washing up from core in response to such behavior. Your knees are weak, held up by his overpowering strength as he takes what he wants.

Playfully, you scold him by banging your fist against his chest piece. He retracts an inch, and you're allowed a second to breathe even if you're crushed against him. Panting through your grin, you nuzzle him with the tip of your nose, and he speaks against your lips. "You were trying to run away from me." he muses, curling his frame around you so it's truly inescapable. "I like that little sound you made." his mouth grazes yours as he talks into you, recycling air, "Make it again."

[unfair-water-plane]

So one thing that has always made me chuckle in ME2 is the fact that Kal’Reegar is a marine in a Quarian suit. And he fits in with Shepard easily, the same attitude and headspace and cadence (for mShep at least). And I’m sitting here at work and the thought just hit me.

What if that’s because he is a marine in a Quarian suit?

Hear me out. Kal is older than Tali, or at least gives off those vibes, and so he would have been on his pilgrimage a while ago. Like maybe right after first contact. And here are these brand new people who came out of nowhere and had apparently enough fire power and attitude to give the Turians a very brief pause. The whole galaxy wants to know more. And humanity has no idea who is out there, but surely they can’t all be like the creepy bird people?

Cue one very curious Quarian in Shanxi, just as curious an out humanity as humanity is about everything. Meeting with early alliance brass, giving them information common palace to any kid with an extranet feed but wholly new to humanity. He explains that the Quarian don’t have ground forces because they don’t have a ground, and is honest about the geth, and is like ‘so how did you make the Turian Hierarchy freak out?’

And somehow ends up observing basic training, and falls in love with it. To the point where he actively asks to go through marine boot camp in Hanshan, and is just earnest and endearing enough to be allowed. So he goes through it, puts in the work and the blood and sweat and tears and makes the kinds of friends that you sort of have on the Flotilla, but everyone also knows you are all going to separate ships eventually and getting attached is hard.

But the humans will pack bond with a robot vacuum without issue, and when they meet a Quarian who wants to learn and thinks it’s amazing that they stood up to the biggest military in the galaxy running on old fashioned rocketry and spite? The marines adopt him as one of their own. They are brothers, something most single child Quarians have no experience with, and Kal gives it back in spades. He talks like them, fights like them, jokes and learns and is like them.

And when it is over and they graduate, it’s hard to turn down the offer to stay. But humanity respects the loyalty to his people that takes him back to the fleet, and it almost brings him to tears when his graduating class passes a cap for his passage back to the fleet in more comfort than sitting on a box in a volus cargo ship.

It actually brings him to tears when his drill instructor informs him that while it might not be in great shape, Arcturus has authorized them to gift Kal’Reegar with a battered but space worthy corsair and an official greeting from the Systems Alliance to the Migrant Fleet.

The SSV Jarhead is perhaps the best gift anyone is his age range can give to a future captain, though his practical military experience is a gift to the whole fleet. It catapults him through the Quarian military, from for soldier to instructor to commander, and somewhere he hopes that his brothers and sisters are as proud of them as he is of every transmission that makes it back to him.

On Haestrom, that training keeps him alive long enough to watch his squad die, and that cuts like nothing else. But he can’t stop, because the principle is still depending on him, and until his suit gives out he has to fight to her.

But then the voice cuts through the chatter of his own mind, and he *knows it*. Knows the cadence and the phrasing, knows how a human mouth forms the phrases that he has spent years trying to teach. Commander Shepard might not be a marine, but they are a human combat specialist and the fraternity is there.

Maybe it’s just three more people who are going to die for this fools errand, but somehow Kal doesn’t think so. There are two bone deep beliefs that he will carry it’s him to either the home world or the afterlife, and it has always felt appropriate to him that they rhyme. That they sound similar, when he breathes them into the air.

Keelah Salai. Semper Fi.

[lassieposting]

Okay but like. A thought

Turians start their compulsory military service at fifteen, and they're not allowed to leave military service until they're thirty*

That means that, aside from a minority of early bloomers, they spend the horniest, most hormonal period of their lives in the army. All of them. No exceptions.

So like. There is no way Shepard is the first time Garrus has crushed on a superior officer. Having the hots for your CO and having your Yearning™ subvocals accidentally announce it to your entire unit is practically a rite of passage in Awkward Turian Puberty. It's expected, and forgivable...for a teenager who can't keep his dick behind his plates for longer than five minutes, because he's realising for the very first time that Girls Exist.

Anyway. Garrus who's absolutely dying of cringe for like the whole of ME1 and most of ME2 because he's the wrong side of 25 and still getting inappropriate crushes on authority figures and she's human and they have so many weird little fingers, like fucked-up pyjaks, what is wrong with him? And it's getting a bit ridiculous now anyway like this is the kind of lesson he should've learned when he was nineteen and hit on his pretty, older squad leader and she laughed in his face, but apparently not - and it's so juvenile and even without Wrex around to laugh at him he's - wait hold on Shepard what do you mean blow off steam?

Oh. Oh. Well, alright then. He could be convinced, definitely

* Garrus straight up deserted to go play Batman, y'all

[sol-consort]

Just imagining a ship getting its first human join the team and before the first month is over the most searched on the net:

>Human courting rituals

>>What the hell is kissing???

>>>Human kissing safe for [Species]?

>Things humans take as compliments

>>how to flirt with humans

>>>Human baring teeth not aggression?

>>>>Human "Smile"

>>>>>how to tell if Human is flirting with you

>>>>>Humans comparing hand sizes courting ritual??

>Human Porn

>>Can humans and [Species] have sex safely?

>>>Human heat cycles all year long?

>>>>Human × [Species] porn

Or something 💦

Here's what I imagine each of their "educational" search history to be. Slight smut ahead? Mostly fluff.

Turians

The explanation behind the phenomenon of an entire species being absolutely annoying and impossibly alluring

Do humans find sharp teeth attractive

Why is the human skin so soft

Are humans soft inside

How does a human feel inside

Human/Turian porn

Can a turian safely preform oral on a human

Are humans okay with bites and scratches in bed

Top 5 kinks for human

Define being "rough in bed" (Our definition of rough is their definition of vanilla)

Ask Blueddit (Turian reddit?) "Do you guys also get turned on when your human friends are being frustrating? Is this normal? Why do I want to fuck them after each argument?

Human nests?

Human "beds"

Are humans aware of their own scent?

What does it mean when a human touches your waist

Define human "hugging"

Is hugging a mating ritual?

Human waist pictures

No seriously how are humans so soft?

How to kiss a human without injuring their lips

Is turian cum really toxic to humans?

Blue Talon healthcare Inc. Interspecies relationships, human edition pamphlet free copy

Can human ears hear Turian's purring frequency

Do humans enjoy purring

"Purring extends the human lifespan" Myth or fact?

What are cats?

Humans are brainwashed by a small predetor and they are okay with it?

Videos of earth cats

How to adopt a cat

Cat care package for first time owners discount deals

Ask Blueddit "Humans keep asking to come back to my home when I mention having a cat, has it really been that easy all along?"

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Asari

How do humans view asari

What traits do humans consider the most attractive in a partner

Are humans exclusively monogamous?

Prime locations to court a human

Nightclubs near me

Humans kissing

Humans kissing video

How to download a video online

Define milf

Humans are more attracted to people who already had kids?

Human preference for partners older than them

Human fur

Human "hair"

Different types of human hair

Is blue a natural hair colour in humans

Why do humans dye their hair

Do humans enjoy it when you play with their hair

What's a hairpulling kink

Humans are turned on by pain?

What are the humans opinions on using biotics in bed?

Is blue really the most common favourite colour for humans?

Blue sky - earth

A tourist's guide to visiting earth, when is the prime season?

Beach season?

Why do humans walk around in their underwear near the ocean?

Human swimsuits pictures

Sexy human bikinis

Asari bikinis?

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Krogans

Human heat cycle duration

Humans can breed all year long?

Define human "breeding kink"

what's a creampie

what's a pie

Why do humans calls sexual acts by food names

Actual real cream pies

Pi (misspelled)

Why do humans call a mathematical ratio by sexual acts terms

Pies

Pie flavours

What's the best pie to order

Human bakeries near me

Are human bones sturdy?

Human body can handle the weight of a krogan?

How deadly is a bone fracture to humans

Human-krogan sexual positions

Do humans enjoy getting picked up

Do humans enjoy sitting in other's laps

Define "manhandling"

Humans are turned on by strength?

Do humans find krogans attractive

How to court a human

Humans courting gift ideas

Earth roses

What are dates

How to ask a human out on a date

Poem inspirations

Do humans still consider being serenaded a romantic gesture?

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+ Bonus

Protheons (just Javik tbh)

What happened to the wolves humans were trying to befriend?

Dogs

Cute dog videos

Define "cute"

What do humans consider adorable

Are pathetic helpless things adorable?

Are humans aware of how adorable they look to the rest of the galaxy?

Why do humans interpret my flirting as insults?

How to convince the humans to touch them

Human intimacy and physical affection

Videos of humans cuddling

Are humans still obsessed with throwing round objects?

Define "sports"

Most popular human sports

Human sports lack of death?

Why are humans so fragile and primitive

If I throw a ball would a human attempt to catch it?

[persephoneggsy]

so i did this a while back, finally remembered it, and now i'm posting it

Mass Effect x Dragon Age AU

I did one of these already, sort of, for ME: Andromeda, but this one is set in the Milky Way.

Elaborations below:

Merrill is a quarian who was exiled from the Migrant Fleet. She's looking for a way not to destroy the geth, but to bring them back under quarian control, thinking they're too valuable a resource to just get rid of. Unfortunately, this made many quarians view her as dangerous, and she was exiled for the crime of experimental geth research. Making Merrill a quarian was the first choice I did for this AU, I think it fits really well.

Aveline is an asari. I'd considered krogan or turian, or simply keeping her human, but in the end I went with asari mostly because Aveline always struck me as condescending in the same way many asari are, lol. She's a commando who later moved to the Citadel to join C-SEC.

Isabela is a turian. She's a barefaced turian, meaning she has no association to a colony. Instead of following the typical turian tradition of proudly serving in the Hierarchy's military, Isabela instead ran off to become a space pirate, specializing in smuggling. She frequents the bars around Omega and has earned herself a fearsome reputation among the mercenaries.

Bethany remains a human; she grew up on a colony world with her siblings, and had a relatively peaceful childhood, despite the Alliance constantly badgering her parents to send her and her older sister to their biotic training program.

Marian, also a human, eventually ran away from home to become a mercenary. She resented her father for forbidding her and her siblings from joining the Alliance - not because she was particularly patriotic, but she felt like her father's grudge against the Alliance prevented her and her siblings from receiving the best training possible. Her powerful biotics made her both an asset and a target, and she soon caught the eye of a certain Council Spectre...

Fenris is a drell. He was raised under the Compact, an agreement between the drell and the hanar, and his purpose was to become a bodyguard... And then his training group was attacked by batarian slavers and he was taken captive. For many years, Fenris suffered under the batarians' rule, until he finally managed to escape. Unwilling to return home, he instead roams the galaxy, taking out as many batarian slaving operations as he can.

Anders is a human who escaped from a biotic testing facility run by Cerberus. Though this left him with a grudge against Cerberus, he also hates the Alliance, whom he sees as no better and will also use biotic children as weapons. He dreams of establishing a safe haven for biotics, and is willing to go to increasingly drastic measures to see that dream become a reality.

Varric is a volus. Unlike his business-minded brother, Varric does not spend his days negotiating trade agreements or doing finance consultations. Spending his days at the Afterlife bar on Omega, he's an information broker, and a pretty damn good one at that. With his specially crafted weapon Bianca, he's not too bad in a fight, either.

Carver, much like his older sister, left home to seek out his own path, and ended up joining the Alliance against his parents' wishes. He thrived in the military, quickly climbing the ranks due to his strength and competency. He's being primed for N7 training under the wathcful eye of Spectre Sebastian Vael.

Sebastian is a human, and a Council Spectre (I'm imagining this AU as a sort of nebulous period where humanity isn't as looked down upon as they were at the start of ME1, and there are a fair number of human Spectres running around). A wild child in his youth, his parents sent him to the Alliance to straighten him out, and to their relief, it worked like a charm. He specializes in covert missions and favors sniper rifles and tech powers.

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[omegastation]

I like that the way we view storylines and characters change as we grow and experience new things in life. A good example is Samara explaining why someone might join the Justicars, even if it looks like a miserable time : "Sometimes the most brutal path is the only honest one." When I was first playing the game, I understood the words but I didn't fully get the meaning. Now I do get it. I know exactly what she means.

But it doesn't have to be a big thing. It can be about hobbies. Years ago, I didn't care that much that Turians were inspired by Romans and the Roman empire. Now I'm in a rabbit hole of Roman Empire books because I read Mary Beard's Emperor of Rome on holidays so I care now and want to compare. Obviously, it doesn't mean I understand things better (reading books is not going to make me a specialist for sure…), I'm talking about level of interest. I get excited and want to find tiny bits of information that might be useful to my understanding of the turians.

What else? Languages and in general words people use interest me a lot more than they used to. So I desperately want an expert to analyze the hell out of the common language/writing we see everywhere in the games. And I try to pay more attention to the words Legion uses, because that right there is a fascinating case to analyze.

Characters in power also mean different things to me now. When I first played, Hackett was that kind of old man you reported to. Now I'm fascinated by him and always happy when he is on screen. He's honestly like the rock star of my playthrough, I'm not even kidding. Even someone like Primarch Victus. Of course I sympathized with him before, but I'm more interested in his storyline now because my current reading list has a lot to do with resistance fighters or people who have to become leaders during difficult times.

And by the way, I like that how we change goes for how we view fandom too. I was always so sensitive, so prone to get upset, so ready to make a post about this or that. And yesterday I saw a post with character hate and I immediately blocked the user and just kept on checking the tag. Later I was like "Oh wait. It could have been as simple as that the entire time?". You grow older and you just want to protect your peace.

Anyway if you have a different view of storylines/characters/fandom as you change and grow or get new hobbies, I would love to read about it. It's nothing new or special, but it is a cool thing that our perspective can evolve.

[r-b3033]

...more older pieces I still like.

Turian lady is an OC of mine, lovely gentleman in green belongs to @jesterdk

[dukeoftheblackstar]

[6] 'Father Duty' Pt. 2 || Castis Vakarian

I, II, III, IV, V, by scent.2002 || Meta

Here we have:

Little Garrus stuffing dad's drawers with his blankie because someone has been bring home work a little too much. Needless to say, Castis feels equally touched as he is troubled because Garrus has thrown his stuff away to make room for his blankie.

Itty, bitty Garr-bear sharing his desserts for dad but ends up taking a huge bite and is now in the dilemma of whether dad would notice or he'd have to take one for the team and eat all of it.

Hydration is very important. Specially if you're a very young Turian caught in the adventure of making sure dad's OK. The drink was supposed to be Castis'.

And so was the sandwich — or what's left of it. Castis is not a fan of saliva-soggy bread. [ I wasn't sure if there's an equivalent of sandwich for Turians.]

Dad's way of saying he's both proud and love the itty, bitty monster baby.

I'm having dad withdrawal. This may be a little too wholesome for Castis, but I'm pretty sure he did his best. With how Garrus turned out. I know most of his personality is more from mom as per the comics, but I'm also sure that he's got a lot of Castis in him too.

Anyway, have some fatherly sweetness from husband #3, Castis Vakarian.

Tagging my fellow thirsty Turian friends @eyecandyeoz @yuku78

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

So here is part of the WIP for the Mass Effect Novelisation that is subject to change as this is a bit older and things may change

Garrus blinked, staring at Shepard as she held the bottle of alcohol in her hand.

“Commander?” He asked cautiously. She looked up, startled.

“Oh, Garrus.” She said, before stopping. “... I’m drunk.” She said it matter of factly and a bit startled.

“I can tell.” He said, going to stand by the open door to the Mako. “Hiding from the others?”

“... he was with the bomb.” She said. “Alen… Kaidan. He was with the bomb and we needed it to go off.” Garrus nodded slowly, eyes watching her as she went back to staring at the bottle.

“I know. You made the right choice Commander.” She blinked and then hummed, still staring.

“I killed my brother.” She said. It was random, and Garrus wasn’t sure what she meant until she continued. “He was taken when slavers attacked Mindoir and I joined the military to find him. Did. Torfan was… not good.”

“Torfan… the one where…”

“I got my name? Yeah. Butcher of Torfan. All cause I lost control and went… crazy.” She made a motion. “Found my brother in the pens. Half alive, bleeding out. Had to shoot him to make it quick. Lost it after that. Just… boom.” She made a motion with her hand. “Crazy.”

“You’re not crazy Shepard.” He told her. She snorted.

“Was then. I butchered ever single Bartarian there but Balak. Heard he’d escaped right before I got him.” Garrus stopped.

“Balak? The…”

“The Bartarian I almost killed a bunch of fucking scientists so I could kill him? Yep!” Shepard smiled, all sharp teeth and angry eyes. “I hold a mean grudge Garrus.” She looked at the bottle again. “... I am also an alcoholic. Started after Torfan. Shaved all my hair off and started drinking. Didn’t stop. Just kept going. Anderson… Anderson slapped me across the face and told me to get clean when I was… N6 training.” Shepard shrugged. “Mostly did. I stopped drinking so much but still… it took him dragging me to talk to Rabbi Thomas to force me to actually like… get help.”

Garrus waited, leaning against the Mako, for her to continue. Shepard seemed conflicted.

“I… I smoke now. Not good either but it helps. But when we started drinking to his memory I… I fuck…” she closed her eyes, and then in a quick movement Garrus almost missed she threw the bottle against the wall and it smashed. She was breathing heavily, shoulders shaking. “Kaidan deserves more then to be my excuse to fucking drink again.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and drew in a shaky breath. “Do Turians cry?”

“No. We don’t have tear ducts.” He said. She nodded.

“... you’re not allowed to tell anyone.” She told him and then she began crying. She pulled her legs up to her chest and just cried. Garrus awkwardly stood there, waiting, until he reached out to gently pat her shoulder, sitting down next to her.

[theratking-heheheheheh]

As much as I don’t like making Turian ocs I love this little guy so much!!

He’s an older brother and a duct-rat and I am going to make the weird human girl he has a crush on soon… I think

Anyway

[aceouttatime]

OC Codex prompts. #1 for Caasin'xes?

Thank you for the ask!! I struggle with dialogue, so this was a fun exercise to flesh out how the crew perceives Caas :) ::ADMINISTRATIVE ACCESS GRANTED:: Automated Security Footage Transcript CSV Revenir, near destination Illium (3.28.2166 appx. 17.78 GST)

Two figures reside in the small kitchen aboard the Revenir: the first, asari engineer and artillery technician Kelekau Pracis, sits at the folding table with remnants of both a late-night snack and the grease from earlier repairs apparent where she rests her elbows. The other, turian biotic specialist and executive officer, Iterius Ascensus, takes up a space leaning against the counter with a dextro ration.

IA: (Muffled conversation) -es. He's been straightforward, for how little I've actually had the chance to speak with him. Moreso than the rest of our lot was as 'Deen, and I first brought you on. Granted, there were some things he didn't share and I didn't ask. I didn't want to make any assumptions. Thought I'd ask you about it. Is he not...older than most quarians taking their Pilgrimage?

KP: Caasin's a, uh, special case. And he's as old as he said he was. I've known him for years--we were on the same repair team back when I contracted on some of the colonies in the Traverse--and apparently, he's not returning to the Fleet until he makes this big political gesture in the name of the quarians getting over their own pride and settling somewhere.

IA: Political gesture? (His fringe perks). And he's desperate enough to go to the Broker for it.

KP: (She shrugs). Dunno. I've come across messages between him and one of their Fleet admirals- Zaal'Koris. Mentor, sponsor, family; I'm not sure. Quarian internal affairs are kept pretty hush-hush, but this guy Koris is a real divisive sort. The Board thinks he's soft on the Geth.

KP: Caasin wants stability. He's probably told you the same thing about claiming a sustainable colony world, or even just a territory, to bolster the Fleet's forces.

IA: (He hums agreeably). That came up a number of times. Enough to be concerning. This ship's got no room for martyrs.

KP: Mmm. He's just passionate. Old for a Pilgrim but young enough to hope the parts of the galaxy he hasn't stepped foot in have greener grass, y'know? And his skills are versatile. I wouldn't have recommended the kid if I thought he was gonna be a liability.

IA: Well, I'd hope not. Letting Aradeen follow through with her airlock shtick will just go to her head.

KP: She wouldn't do that. She's a diplomat.

IA: Sure, and I'm a Hierarchy Cabal.

KP: And you've both fallen from grace horribly. Now, I need to go clean the engine gunk out of my pants before I become an actual safety hazard for Caas. Please get some sleep. We all need it.

IA: I'll sleep eventually.

KP: Like shit. 'Night Teri.

::END TRASCRIPTION::

[pushelz]

Day 7: Future

Deus found Crepitus after work. He usually has his regular route he takes, but for some reason his feet carried him inside an alley this day. It was dimly lit, red lights flickering and giving an eerie glow. The noise from the red light district was muted, so Deus was able to hear a small crying voice. Curiosity got the better of him and he followed the weak sound deeper into the alley. He was not prepared what he found. There, on a dumpster, was a small cowering child. A Turian one, no older than two. Biotic energy discharges uncontrolled from it, making the air heavy with static. Around the child were the splattered remains of a Varren pack. They probably thought it an easy meal, not knowing what lies hidden inside that small frame. Deus, a biotic himself, recognised immediately that this child has no control over its power. He used his own biotic energy to stabilize the childs one, calm waves radiating from him and reaching out to the trembling body before him. Once calmed, Deus approached the child. By the overall condition it was in, he deduced this child (a boy, it seems) was left here days ago. Child abandonment is nothing new on Omega, but Deus was never confronted with that situation before. For now, Deus decided to keep this fledgling at his side. Many children in Omega will never have the chance for a future, but he can make sure that this little firecracker has a good headstart at least. Even if it means for Deus to become a temporary father.

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When Crepitus was brought back to him, Deus felt relief and grief in equal measure. His dear child, his son, traumatized beyond recovery. Something Deus swore to never let it happen again, not after Crepitus abandonment by his real parents. Has his child not suffered enough? Has he, Deus, done something that angered the spirits to such an extent that they thought this an fitting punishment? To many thoughts were swirling in his head, threatening to suffocate him. So he shoved them all into the back of his mind. For now, Deus will embrace his beloved son and hold him tight. He will deal with the „why’s?“ later. His top priority right now is to make sure Crepitus needs are met. His child is back and alive, and Deus will make sure that there’s still a place for him in this fucked up universe. His son will have a future. Even if it means for Deus to place his trust in others to take care of his child.

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Once he found his son again after the Reaper war, Crepitus was in a comatose state. The doctors said that his body still operates on its basic level, but his brain shows no activity. The suggestion to „let him rest“ was met with the fury of a father who was not ready to say goodbye give up. His son has his whole life ahead of him, especially now without the Reapers. No, Deus knows there‘s still a chance for his child to wake up. It‘ll just take time. Deus is a patient man (unlike that male who stole his sons heart) and once Crepitus comes back to him, he will make sure his son has a bright future to look forward to. Even if it means to accept the fact that there is someone else besides him in his sons life now.

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„I‘m glad that you finally accepted me as your sons mate. I was worried I‘d never get your blessing. Not that it would’ve changed anything if you refused. But it‘s nicer that way. Makes the ‘family visits‘ less akward.“

„You‘re still on thin fucking ice. I support my son in whatever way possible, but if you want the same treatment you‘d better make sure I don’t see any sort discontent in Crepitus eyes.“

„Is that a challenge I hear? You sure you want that, knowing who you‘re talking to? I mean, I have no problem with that. But I feel a bit bad knowing it‘s a losing battle on your side.“

„Hah! Maybe I will allow myself to concede defeat once you‘ve TRULY committed to my son, ceremony and all!“

„Hmm. You might want to consider another objective, given the one you speak of is already in progress. Actually nearly done, now that I think about it. Only the date hasn‘t been set yet.“

„…WHAT?!“

Note:

When Crepitus woke up, the first thing he noticed was a ring on his finger. Then he noticed the one responsible for that. And THEN he realised that this is actually real and not some dream, because otherwise it wouldn’t have happend in a bleak, sterile hospital room. He nearly went unconscious again, but was stopped by the crushing weight of responsibility draping itself over his body in the form of a very happy (and crying) Turian. His father joined at a later time, but the ring Crepitus wore was put away for safety measures (so it won’t get dirty!). And Garrus had his gloves on, so… 

Deus actually likes Garrus, but given how cocky the latter can be, he decides to put a lid on his ego now and then. Can‘t have him becoming reckless again, given how good Garrus is in finding trouble. Or getting roped into some. Luckily Garrus has had enough action and thrill for the time being, so a simple lifestyle is more than welcomed. And since Crepitus is still getting easley overwhelmed, they will live in a more rural setting. Somewhere cosy, without the hustling and bustling. 

Also, Shepard will definitely hold an embarrassing speech at the ceremony. But they will also probably start to cry a little. Their best friend finally having found someone to share his life with.

[sol-consort]

just wanted to share a thought that popped into my head. Imagine adopting a lil baby alien, a turian, asari, krogan, salarian, whatever. Just imagine how cutteeeeeee🥰🥰🥰 im gonna pinch their lil cheeks and give em to much candy

Humans are well known for their ability to bond with just about anything. I’m honestly suprised xeno adoptions aren’t something that are even mentioned in the games

I know realistically it could go wrong in a million different ways. I know our differences can be hard to overcome. I know that this is wish fulfilment fantasy at best.

But that's exactly what I want, this beautiful fantasy where humans are accommodating, loving, and absolutely willing to adopt and raise children from different species.

The mental image of a toddler salarian alone is making my brain do backflips, my heart is in a vice grip, this adorableness can't be allowed, this cuteness oh my god. Just imagine the baby salarian. THE BABY SALARIAN MY HEART I CAN'T TAKE IT.

Silly cat videos can't even compare to the level of adorableness that is a baby salarian curling into a ball while sleeping sorrounded by pillows because it unconsciously remind them of the safety of the egg they hatched from.

They're so clever for their age, already solving puzzle toys meant for human kids much older than them. And you couldn't be more proud as you fawn over them, bragging about your genius toddler to anyone willing to listen.

Clever, yes, but not very smart as they attempt to eat your hair on various occasion because they don't know what this strange thing growing from your head is. Endlessly curious, every toy you bring them ends up gutted, turned inside out, then put back together by clumsy fingers.

Each time you take them to the park they overflow their pockets—and yours by extension—with grass, small twigs, and cool rocks. Bugs sometimes, alive ones.

They're the fastest ones to develop speech. Using the high-voice baby talk with them is very effective.

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Or baby turians who literally chrip like birds when they're hungry, how could a small thing with such sharp teeth still manage to look this adorable? You don't know. They have a small tuff of feathers atop their head, which gradually falls off the older they get

Extremely cuddly, very clingy, chirping loudly whenever you leave the bed, standing in front of the bathroom door waiting for you to come out. They're relatively low-maintenance in comparison to salarian children. Baby turians prefer the tranquility of a soft nest to sleep in all day, wake up to eat food, wiggle around a little, bite your fingers and giggle at the funny human noises you make, then fall asleep cuddling against your warm body. You're so soft, you're basically another pillow to them.

Turians have special toys for their children that are ment to help maintain their claws and teeth. Dextro safe chew toys and rough textured toys to claw against are very common toy lines.

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Then there are the baby krogans who are just so round and chubby that you wanna squish their cheeks together. Who enjoy rolling around like a ball courtesy of their hard backs and protective shell coverings.

They're heavy and hard to lift, but they love nothing more than being carried around. Raising a baby krogan is its own workout routine.

Definitely attempt to headbutt you when throwing a tantrum. But they're so short they can only reach your knees, and their heads are still soft it feels like a squeaky toy is bumping against your knee.

God, their cute tiny tail wiggling as they waddle around like a penguin.

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Then there are baby drell who try to bury themselves under your body/the pillows when going to sleep because seeking shade is one of their early instincts.

You have to be careful and resist the human urge to cover them with a blanket because it's actually very bad for them. They also really enjoy laying on the cold tile floor. The cooling effect it has is very calming to them.

They are so much smaller than a human baby. You can't comprehend how these cute things grow up to the size of a drell adult. It's a biological advantage to allow parents to carry them everywhere—which you do, and they cling to you while staring at the world around with wide eyes, very quiet and content with watching things. a small green fist holding tightly to the collar of your shirt.

They're at their most vocal when happy, and they're the happiest when splashing around in a kiddie pool outside. Bathtime is so easy because they seem to enjoy playing with water, but you have to stop them from drinking it multiple times. Prolonged humidity is dangerous, so they can't enjoy it too often.

They shed their scales every so often, you have to use a toothbrush to gently encourage them to moult the stubborn ones.

Their photogenic memory makes it impossible to play peekaboo or hide things from them. They remember exactly where you hid the cookies. They know you have the TV remote behind your back, and they'll squeeze themselves between you and the couch to get to it.