#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.

[writtenjewels]

Day Four: Hegemony

CW: Mentions of slavery

Every night, Nekul would look at the stars and imagine what was out there. Her father would tell her stories from his trading routes, but they never felt like enough. No matter how good he was at describing things, it could never compare with actually seeing it all with her own eyes. One day she was going to leave batarian space and see it all herself.

She never told her father this. The idea would horrify him. Their corner of the galaxy was safe and protected, guided by the wisdom of the Hegemony. Nekul and her friends were all taught about the borders and the ships stationed there to keep everyone where they belonged. Father told her about them, too; sometimes his trading routes took him close by, though of course he never ventured beyond.

Nekul knew about the batarians who were out there in other parts of the galaxy. The other kids in her class whispered about them: pirates, mercenaries, slavers, all trying to make something of themselves. Nekul understood that desire. She knew she would never achieve anything of significance if she stayed home. There was a place the Hegemony deemed appropriate for herself and her family. They couldn't be right, though. Not when Nekul was drawn to the stars.

One night she sneaked out to the slave compound. Her father took her here once to show her where the merchandise was kept before being transported to the owners. It was the only place Nekul knew of where species other than batarians lived.

The lock was not very complex, taking only a few minutes to hack through the code before she could get inside. Enough to keep in the slaves, who would have no access to an omni-tool. Nekul let herself inside. The slaves were all sleeping, or at least were curled up and looked asleep. Nekul stared at them, trying to remember what they were all called.

Humans were the most populous group, but she could see a few salarians, drell, and even a handful of turians. Nekul wished her education gave her more information on these species. When she got older, she would likely be instructed on how to care for slaves. For now, there was only thing that was important about them: they came from outside.

Nekul approached one of the drell. It stared at her with its wide, black eyes. She had seen the faces of the slaves before and still found them odd. How did any of them see with only two eyes?

“Who are you?” the drell demanded. “What do you want?”

“I want to know what's out there,” Nekul answered. “Tell me about the stars.”

“Why should I?”

The question surprised her. She thought this part would be easy. This was just a slave, after all, and was supposed to follow orders. Nekul opened her mouth, ready to remind this creature of its place. But she stopped herself. Why should I have to stay here? Why should I take this job? Why should I listen to the Hegemony? All the questions that ran through her mind. She understood then that this drell and all the other slaves probably wanted the same thing she did.

“If you tell me, I'll set you free.”

[c-rowlesdraws]

Well you can blame a late night browse and demily for a new follow

Im curious who your OCs are? Id love lil info dumps about them and/or just one thing you find most interesting about them

thank you!! And well if you're coming over from demily's blog then I'm assuming you like Mass Effect-- and if you don't, I'm very sorry but I am going to talk about more of my Mass Effect OCs. It's two that I haven't drawn yet, but they live in my heart and I want to draw them someday.

Lavinia Kazian is a young turian who moved alone to the Citadel after completing her mandatory military service to escape what she felt was a stifling, strict culture back home on Palaven, and to escape her stifling, strict family of decorated soldiers. She didn't realize how much harder life would be without her family's social network or money to rely on, but she's stubborn and resourceful and determined to make an independent life work. Her rotating schedule of part-time jobs includes working as a club bouncer, a dockworker, and a restaurant delivery driver on her very own hoverbike. She meets Siwa by accidentally hitting her with her bike while making a delivery-- in Lavi's defense, Siwa was jaywalking and really should have looked both ways (she isn't seriously hurt).

Miellera T'Vola is the heir (but crucially not the sole heir) to a multi-generational asari empire: the T'Vola Fruit Preserves Company, a millennia-old business valued in the billions of credits. She and her older sister have spent their lives as inseparable, carefree socialites, appearing in fashion magazines and trashy tabloids alike, but recently her sister has been trying to rehab her image as part of preparing to step into the role of CEO, and that means leaving her younger sister behind more and more. Lonely and in a personal crisis she doesn't want to examine too deeply (it would totally bum her out), Mimi has been throwing her energy--and plenty of her family's credits--into a solo pop music career. Her name, notoriety, and actual genuine talent as a performer helped her hit the charts with a splash-- but the extranet has erupted in controversy over her recent choice to wear a partial quarian helmet as part of a stage costume, to artistically distort her voice for a song. Will her career recover? Will she learn a valuable lesson about cultural appropriation? Will she get uninvited from this year's Illium Fashion Week galas??

[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.

[mediumsizedwildcat]

i know i'm like 10 years late but i started playing me2 & fandom never truly dies (i hope) i have shepard's sibling/garrus vakarian pre-mass effect thoughts

c-sec garrus, drugs, smoking, shotgunning(?), family drama, spacer shepards, m.i.a. father (shepard), f!commander shepard's brother (john)

they first meet due to john smoking at the one spot on the citadel where it's actually legal which is in view of a c-sec station. every day at the same time he bickers with an older officer who threatens to arrest him if he keeps doing this but until the officer's last day before retirement, nothing ever happens

on the officer's last day, john finishes his smoke and eggs the officer on until he gets arrested and brought into the station. he waves any complains, admitting to his fault in the situation, and the officer tells garrus, the newbie at this station, what the deal is. that human will smoke at the same place at the same time every day and every day people will complain and every day he'll bicker, knowing c-sec can't do shit. it's in garrus' hands now.

john returns the next day to the same place at the same time. he smokes, again. c-sec officer garrus vakarian introduces himself, effectively making a peace offering. john tells him his name -first name only, not many shepards around the citadel & he doesn't want garrus looking into his file

garrus drives him “home,” meaning to john's legal address, that day. john walks to where he actually lives once garrus is off again

they see each other every day for weeks. john begins to look forward to this. eventually, garrus eats his lunch there. he notices that john never lets any smoke get to the other people around the citadel, just as he uses an ashtray every time.

john gets a message from his mother, garrus joins him at the usual spot and mentions how his boss said to be kind to him today. john sighs, says, “it's bad then, huh? haven't gotten a message in years and now even the officers are being told to take it easy on me.”

john elaborates that he thought the message would be about his parents finally finding out that he's left med school. that c-sec knows means worse news. garrus asks if john wants him to stay as he opens the message

“you turians have good reflexes, right? better safe than sorry” john says as he sits on the stone railing; shock or surprise could make him fall. he doesn't intend to. he just likes the wind.

hannah shepard informs john that they know about his dropping out of med school and that his father is missing in action. john doesn't know what to make of it.

“missing in action means they haven't found remains or dog tags yet.” john says, shakes his head. “so human, to assume missing in action. they have hope. but they're both soldiers, odds are he's dead.”

garrus doesn't like leaving him alone, offers to keep him company, and john accepts. after his shift, john's still there, waiting, smiling when he meets garrus' eyes.

they go to a bar john frequents. warned beforehand, garrus agreed but wasn't prepared. john buys a drink for garrus and something to smoke for himself. a all-races-friendly drug.

garrus watches, tells himself it's absolutely legal (unlikely), dances with john. sees john pull on the bud, then share the smoke from his mouth with someone else.

garrus leans over, says he wants to try, too. with a tilt of his head, john smiles, leans closer so garrus can hear him over the music. “are you sure? this is, like, advanced stuff. pretty intimate, too.”

a pang of jealousy at the intimate part, considering the people john already shared with. garrus sees him blow out in another direction, gently grabs his chin and turns his face, a talon pressing against john's cheek. “i'm sure. i wanna try.”

john's eyes narrow, a new interest sparks in them. he pulls on the bud, presses his thumb against garrus' chin, coaxes his mouth open. leans forward, presses his own open mouth against garrus', fills it with the vaporized drug

he pulls away, meets garrus' eyes, waits. garrus relaxes, sneaks his arm around john's waist, pulls him closer. john smirks, traces his jaw, pulls him onto the dance floor.

a bit after garrus asks for seconds. john obliges, gives him the last bit. garrus breathes it in, presses forward, steals a kiss. john giggles, reminds him they haven't even had a date yet.

the night moves on, garrus wakes up in john's bed. john sits at a window, cup of tea in hand, looks over to garrus, smiles. offers him coffee, reassures him nothing happened between them. he just doesn't know where garrus lives.

garrus asks if he's lying, considering where (and how -naked) he woke up. “you were high,” john reminds, “and i only know my limits, not yours. were i in your position, i hope whoever i'd be with would recognize my state of mind and do the same as i did -let me sleep it off. not take advantage.”

they don't date. garrus asks, john says he's not the type of guy one dates. he's a one night stand in the bathroom at the club. he's the one they regret. he's not the guy one dates.

garrus asks again. says he wants to try, that john's worth trying. john's heart is already in. he agrees. just no restaurant and garrus won't pay for him

their first date is grocery shopping (mostly for snacks) and watching movies at garrus' place. john pays for himself, they cook together, they fall asleep cuddling

they're official when john gets another message from his mother. she wants to call, to hear his voice, see him. garrus encourages him. john accepts the voice call.

he's hesitant. says med school wasn't for him, that they can have the money they've been sending back if they want to. she says they found his father, that he's in the hospital. she's not mad. she calls him “sweetheart” and “my baby.” asks to see him. john disagrees, says he's not alone, which is true. once again, garrus encourages him

his father joins the call just when john agrees to let it show him. both parents gasp, his hair too long, is that hair dye? leather clothes, makeup? at least he has some knowledge from med school, no?

his father says “i thought he would've dropped out after half a year” john glares at garrus, wishes he could say “i told you so” and instead tells his parents “that's what happened, glad to disappoint” and hangs up

they have their first fight. john leaves the apartment. when he comes back, they make up with sex. their first time with each other. a drug john took right before kicks in during it. garrus gets worried, then angry. a second fight. john tries to coax him back into bed, but garrus leaves.

they break up, as john had predicted after their first date. “this won't end well,” he had said. a self-fulfilling prophecy.

they meet again. they miss each other. they try again. garrus gets caught up in work, john does, too. they miss each other. they hurt each other. they break up, swear to never talk to the other again.

john gets a call from his mother to inform him of his father's passing. a few months later, a proud message about his sister joining the spectres. a message about his sister's death.

the citadel becomes too much. his sister is everywhere, every corner reminds him of the one relationship he had. john moves to omega, gets hired for the mechs of the mercenary bands.

commander shepard opens the door, aims her weapon at the hooded man. he retaliates by aiming his gun at her. she speaks. he presses her against the wall, checks her wrist for a tattoo they'd gotten as children. shows her that same tattoo in the same spot on his own wrist.

john hacks the mech suit, dons armor of his own, and follows his sister. they meet that brilliant sniper called “archangel” and he takes off his helmet.

“garrus! what are you doing here?” jane says. john turns away and pretends to look at his weapon. he wants to cry, wants to scream, wants to jump into garrus' arms and never let him go.

jane asks john to stay behind and have garrus' back. john nods his agreement, doesn't say a word, watches her leave with his team.

when the door to the battery opens behind garrus, he expects his commander. he turns, says “shepard,” and freezes.

“technically not wrong,” john answers, his throat dry. garrus stares. john clears his throat and looks away, “don't worry, i won't fuck this up. i'm clean and i know how important this is. just... how do you know jane?”