#tailed Turians

[lovelywingsart]

Two friends of mine had a theory after we went through a bit more of Mass Effect 3- if Salarians were more amphibian in looks/acts(eating flies, licking eyes, etc.), who's to say Turians weren't more raptor-like?

Meaning that, theoretically they could have tails

So I made some quick sketches of Tailed Turians uwu

Garrus, Saren, Turian!Karl and Turian!King

Turian raptor tail supremecy

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" 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."

[nokstella]

— wip whenever.

saw @imogenkol posting for wip whenever and I got struck with the urge so, have this. working on self-indulgent fan adjacent stuff, and right now I'm writing some new characters, hence why it's in first-person. typically I write in third-person, but I like using first-person to get into characters heads and get a feel for their voice.

With a groan, I fell back against the door. All at once, whatever remained of the adrenaline that had carried me out of the main house and all the way back to my modest home was fading, and fast. I felt light-headed and jittery, exhaustion kicking in as my magic began to react to my emotions. Every nerve in my body was alight, buzzing uncomfortably just under my skin, and I fought the urge to scratch at it. No amount of digging into my flesh would help. I'd learned that long ago. Instead, I breathed. In and out, slow and steady. Held it in for as long as I could, and then longer still, until my lungs burned and my chest ached. Then, I let it out, and repeated the process. Over and over, until I no longer felt like I was drowning. It helped being here, at least. The entire Greene property was my home, for all intents and purposes, but this was mine. My magic was embedded here, in every nook and cranny. In the walls and along the floorboards, stuck between mismatched couch pillows and between every dish stacked in my cabinets. Even the plants littered about the place were infused with my energy, from the tips of their leaves down to the deepest roots. It wasn't much, but it was all I truly had to call my own. And best of all? There were absolutely no traces of wolves here. The cabin was dark. Off to my left, I could hear the familiar tick tock tick tock of my clock, the little black cat's tail swaying in time with the hands. Outside, I could hear the howling of the winter wind, singing her song of longing. Tree branches creaked and cracked under the weight of freshly fallen snow, and each one whispered to me, calling me as they always did. But right now, I couldn't make out the words. Not over the din in my own head, an endless loop of memories that I couldn't seem to stop, no matter how hard I tried. Jeremy saying, They're pressuring him to take a mate, his relatives in Caswell. Isaac saying, Her name is Haley, I think? She's from somewhere down near Idaho. Tessa saying, If she keeps doing that fake little laugh I'm gonna throw my drink right in her face. Elliot saying, She's just here on business, nothing more. I promise. And me just standing here, saying nothing, because what was there to say? I should have said something, anything, but I didn't. All I did was keep my mouth shut and my head down. All I did was run, run, run.

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[sol-consort]

Hmmm...taboos on human/krogan coupling aside, what do you think could potentially draw any sort of krogan, male or female, to feel attracted to humans?

Would it be more of a personality-based thing considering how soft & fragile we are physically?

Looks wise?

Nada, Null, zero out of ten. We are an ugly duckling to them. The looks department has announced bankruptcy and will be shortly shutting down soon.

Well...unless you remember that the asari and humans could wear the same armour in ME1, and their statues at the temple look very similar to us. Then, by accounts, humans should be borrowing from the asari hotness in the eyes of the rest of the galaxy since we look so much alike.

+ we have guys

And Krogans hit on asari an absurd amount. Unless their attraction is solely based on asari's ability to reproduce with them? Then humans are still a zero.

We look so different from krogans that the only way for them to find us attractive would be through a "monsterfucker" kinda of attraction.

With us being the said monster.

Not necessarily an intimidating monster, but not like how you'd be attracted to an elf either, since elves are very similar looking to us.

You could make the argument that being attracted to humans in krogan society is the krogan equivalent of a human furry.

Our thin fragile necks must especially make them feel uneasy.

But they'd like our curves and fat! I'm looking at their physical build, and even male krogans have prominent hips.

Unless those are shells...

I don't think our hair is very appealing. Soft skin, small faces, and hair "fur" remind them of pyjack puppies. We're just missing the tail. Actually, the tail would've made us more appealing since Krogans still have their tail.

Our eyes! They must like our eyes. In comparison to most animals, humans have small eyes. But so do Krogans! Small eyes must be a plus. Unsure about the eyelashes and eyebrows, tho.

They have slit pupils, I wonder if they function like cats. Do our round ones make us appear constantly vigilant and focus? Like a predetor preparing to jump at its prey?

-

Personality wise?

We don't have a stick up our ass like the turians, we don't nag them like the salarians, we aren't holier than thou like the asari.

We are digestible. A little daredevil-ly, in fact, would lose an arm to pet a varren.

Let's do a little class exercise, I want you, yes you reading this, to close your eyes for a moment and imagine you're on a bus, sitting next to a krogan.

This is your reality, krogans have existed your whole life. They're rare to see, yeah, but nothing bad really.

What would you do? Realistically.

Mind your business! Duh. 99% of humans would just glance at the krogan maybe once, then go back on their phone. Nothing less, nothing more.

Now this simple act, seems to be lost on the rest of the galaxy's species who absolutely cannot mind their fucking business when a stranger krogan sits next to them. No, they have to make a big deal and either switch seat or feel threatened by the krogan, which leads to an argument.

Humans weren't there for the genophage or the war. Humans are a blank page when it comes to krogans. A new start, they really need like a breath of fresh air because dealing with any other race is too damn suffocating right now.

With time, as the wounds heal and people stop mindlessly discriminating against krogans, bridges will be rebuilt between them and the rest of the galaxy.

But as it stands today, humans are the ones most acting the most normal around Krogans. Leading to us forming the most alliance, friendships, and relationships.

Plus they must enjoy our easily influenced personality. We pick up habits from those around us, we cave under social pressure, we enjoy both the thrill and the softness of life. The same human wrestling with a krogan with little regards to their own easily breakup bones, would be down to cuddling with the same krogan on a comfy bed after they get tired.

Krogans were uplifted from the Stone Ages, and we humans are still running on old stone-age hardware bodies. We hold a lot of the primal urges our ancestors did. Evolution takes an absurdly long time to even make a dent into a species. There is very little difference between us and humans 2000 years ago.

We are feral to an extent, Krogans would absolutely adore that.

-

Culture wise?

We are diverse! unimaginably so. There are humans bound to click with krogan culture, bound to see the appeal they see, to fall in love with Tuchanka's deadly wastelands.

We can easily eat their food, we can eat most alien foods.

We didn't explore the galaxy just so we can nest up in our own cushy planet amidst our own coddling civilisation! We wanna explore dammit! Actually explore and verge into new cutleres, appreciate their customs and see if we can find ourselves a fitting place there.

You'd find humans on Tuchanka, merchants who just decided to stay one day and make this place their new home. Runaways looking for a new chance, tired of the constant social games. Humans who followed their krogan friends back home and found out that this place is pretty neat actually, think they'll stay here.

[angstyastro]

My unpopular opinion is every alien race in the og mass effect trilogy should have tails. Asari, Turian, Drell, Quarian? All of them should have tails. And specifically: Garrus, Thane, Liara, Tali, Samara, Aria should have tails-

[mlm-writer]

Survival First, Mourning Later (Tiran Kandros x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Tiran Kandros x Gender Neutral Reader (relationship unspecified) Rating: Mature Words: 1753 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 15 - Last Words Note: Ssshhh I am totally not behind. Also all other characters are my OCs. Enjoy them. Tags: Major character death, explicit violence, action, gunfights with the Remnant and reader and Kandros are at least on physical touch level comfortable with each other.

You had a bad feeling the moment you stepped into the Renmant building, like a bug crawling over your bones. The metal vibrated under your feet, making you feel like the whole structure was alive. Maybe it was; you never knew with these damned robots. It had been eerily quiet, like there was no life after all. Kandros led the team of 6, including you and himself. You expected to find the scientists you were looking for dead, but director Tann was hopeful. Well, he pretended to be hopeful. You all knew he just did not want to admit he sent some scientists to their death.

“Can’t we just kill the fuckers above ground and steal their batteries? The things are ancient, so I bet we could power the Nexus with them for decades,” Logus Daemus whispered over the comm. It was a funny idea, but no one laughed, because no one was sure if Logus was serious or not. The Turian was a great shot, but his brawn was with a 100% certainty meant to compensate for his brain.

“And if we manage to find out what they charge those batteries with, the Nexus could be set forever,” Lalia Daemus mused. Being his sister, she really was the only one who could talk logic into the man without angering him.

“Quiet,” Kandros hissed. He was not against chatter, so when he said it, everyone froze. Surely, in the distance, one could hear the tell tale sounds of Remnant at work. Your grip on your weapon tightened. “Let’s try to avoid a fight,” Kandros whispered as he put a hand on your arm, making you relax. You couldn’t see his face well through his visor, but even without his eyes, he could make you feel more at ease. Kandros nodded towards a smaller hallway that led away from where the Remnant could be heard.

You followed Kandros close by, the rest of your team tailing behind you. Dai Lian was almost fused with your rear. You wondered why he was brought along. He was comfortable fighting exiles and Kett, but you knew the Remnant freaked him out. It was not like his biotics didn’t work against the Remnant, but you supposed he had some history with the Geth.

All went well, the hallway quiet, until Yalona, who was the tail of your group, stepped on something. She could feel it shift under her foot. Immediately, red lights surrounded you and a deep sound that reminded you of an alarm echoed through the hallway. “Get to cover!” Kandros hollered. There were some metal half-walls in the hallway. You took Dai Lian’s hand and dragged him with you to the shortest one. Being the only humans, you two were the smallest ones in the squad. To your left, Logus and Lalia were hiding behind a slightly taller half-wall. Behind you, Kandros and Yalona were watching your six. You heard Kandros shoot, before you saw the first Assembler turn around the corner from where you just came.

Your assault rifle vibrated in your hands as you fought - quite literally - for your life. Dai Lian made sure they didn’t get close, pushing them away or slowing them down with his biotics. “Need some backup over here,” Kandros’ voice came over the com.

“Logus, Lalia, I’m leaving Dai Lian here for support. Gonna help Kandros and Yalona.” The Turian siblings confirmed they heard you and you bolted out of cover to Kandros’ little half-wall. You didn’t really fit behind it with Yalona there too, especially not now the Salarian’s tech armour was making her bulkier. The way you were going got swarmed by Remnant. You shot the Breachers out of the air, the continuous stream leaving very little room to actually attack the Assemblers creating them.

“Running out of heatclips here,” Logus warned over the com. One moment you heard him. The next moment, there was a heavy explosion behind you. You allowed yourself a quick look over your shoulder. There were three Nullifiers lined up. Logus and Lalia would’ve been dead, were it not for Dai Lian’s quick reflexes. Lalia demanded Kandros to call for a retreat. You knew he knew, but just like everyone else, you were aware that you were surrounded.

“Yalona, do you see any shafts leading away from here?” Kandros yelled over the com as he finally managed to get rid of one of the Assemblers. Yalona had barely a word out, when she got interrupted by another heavy explosion behind you. You heard a brief scream over the com, but it was cut short. It was followed by a woeful cry from Dai Lian.

You turned your head just far enough to see the gaping hole in the floor where once Logus and Lalia were hiding. “Kandros, five ‘o clock, the Nullifiers shot a hole through the floor,” you called as you focused your gaze forward again to quickly shoot an Observer down.

“We escape through it, now!” You did not need to be told twice. You were bolting, picking up Dai Lian on the way and tumbling down the hole face first. You rolled onto your back and pointed your assault rifle up. Kandros was right behind you, dragging Yalona in much the same way you had dragged Dai Lian with you. Behind Kandros, you could see a Breacher trying to follow him. You shot it down, before it could hurt anyone. “Get up, we gotta run.” Kandros ordered as he pulled you to your feet. Dai Lian was already on his feet, moving a large crate with his biotics. He plugged the hole with it. You ran right behind Kandros, a second later realising Yalona was not catching up.

“Kandros! Yalona is injured.” The Turian paused and then ran back past you. He swung the Salarian over his shoulders with ease. Yalona muttered some thank yous, but did not say much else. That should’ve been a bad sign, but you were too occupied with finding a safe haven to think about it. “If the rest of the structure is like this, let’s count our scientists as dead. We already lost two people…”

“I know!” Kandros snapped at you. “We get out and we’ll retrieve the bodies, when we got backup.” You were unsure if he meant those of the scientists or those of the siblings. The latter were destroyed to nothing but ash, but Kandros probably could not accept that right away. You noticed how quiet Dai Lian was. When you looked over, he had tears in his eyes.

Kandros paused when he heard more Remnant approaching ahead of you. You spotted a side room and signalled everyone to get in. Yalona managed to hack the door in time and lock it behind you. She leaned against the wall next to the door, where Kandros was listening to what was going on in the hallway. You were in the back with Dai Lian; he sat on a crate, while you were crouched in front of him, one of your hands rubbing his knee. “I couldn’t protect them,” the other human whispered. He was trying hard not to cry, but even you couldn’t imagine the survivor's guilt he was feeling. “If I was just…”

You shushed him and leaned up to give him a hug. “We can’t have you spiralling right now. Survival first, mourning later,” you whispered to him. He sniffed into your shoulder, before giving you a small hum that indicated that he understood. After a brief moment, you let go of your fellow agent. You looked over your shoulder at Kandros and Yalona. You narrowed your eyes at the Salarian. She was slumped over, but no longer gasping for breath. “Yalona?” You closed the distance between you, but before you could touch her, Kandros had caught your wrist midair.

“She’s gone,” he whispered, ear still against the door and eyes avoiding yours. You swallowed a lump in your throat. You sighed and pulled your hand free, repeating the word you just told Dai Lian in your head for yourself. Survival first, mourning later.

You put Yalona in what looked like a more comfortable position; it was all you could do for her now. You made her a promise in your head. You would come back for her body. When you had the manpower, she would get her proper funeral. You were pulled from your thoughts by Dai Lian calling out your name. You got to your feet and turned to him. “Think we can make it through here?” Dai Lian asked as he revealed a grid that was hidden behind the crate he sat on earlier. With his biotics, he ripped the grid off. You crouched down next to him, looking at the shaft behind the grid.

“We will, but no way a full-grown Turian would fit thr…” You were cut off by the sound of lasers and explosions. The door rattled, the metal creaking under the onslaught.

“Go! I will hold them off your back for as long as I can.” Kandros ordered as he made sure his weapon had a fresh heatclip inside. You tried to argue with him, but even you knew the options were all dying here or you and Dai Lian possibly making it out of here alive. When the door started to crumble, you pushed Dai Lian into the shaft, following close by. “See you in the next adventure!” Kandros called after you. You liked to pretend those words were the last thing you heard from him. Everything you heard after that made you wanna turn around, but you couldn’t. Survival first, mourning later.

You and Dai Lian made it out, barely. You ran to the shuttle covered in machine fluid and blood from both you and Dai Lian. When you came back, some other big shot took over for Kandros, but no amount of respectable record could replace the man you trusted with your life. Especially not when said big shot refused to dispatch an APEX squad to retrieve the bodies. ‘Waste of resources’ your ass.

Eventually it was Ryder who went back in with a horde of volunteers from the APEX squads and their own team. Kandros just meant that much to the people he led. They found Kandros and Yalona, but there was nothing left of the Daemus siblings. Seeing his body was hard, but it was thanks to him that you were even there to see it. You survived that day and now came the time of later…

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[c-rowlesdraws]

On the coat-tails of the Volus shaped Geth Platform, consider as well; Turian shaped geth platforms. Easily done with a bit of external modification and artistic flourishes of spiky bits that stick out!

Im a fan of imagining Hanar shaped platforms though. I imagine the external portions of it would also luminate for communication in the Hanar's native tongue~

oohhh cool! LOL I've seen some extremely cool fanart speculation about different husk forms of alien species we never got to see husk-ified in the games, and I'm picturing these geth versions as looking like.. friendlier, all-mechanical versions of that. I wish I had the bandwidth to draw some geth platforms that resemble other aliens, because I'm loving the idea of them. Maybe some day!

[almostourgalaxy]

oh i am IMMEDIATELY 👀👀 about the body language + vocalizations (partially bc 🤝🤝 i keep meaning 2 write up a post 4 turians subvocals) nonhuman ways of expressing stuff is just SO <33

So on the body language end:

MOST trolls havvwe vvwery subtle body language stuff, mostly comprised of tail movvwement, ear/fin twwvitches, and horn angles. Any other details are usually the result of lusi.

Orphaners are wwveird, because they spend A LOT more time around Lusi as adults, and pick up more obvvwious behavvwiors from them, for better hunt coordination and also to lowwver their prey's guard, at the cost of losing a lot of the subtle stuff trolls communicate wwvith.

This results in Orphaners havvwing a reputation for talking nonsense, because they do the equivvwalent of just yelling random half sentences wwvhen they talk, body language wwvise. They're also knowwvn for being "flighty". (Probably because a non-insignifigant amount of them havvwe vvwaugely horse adjacent lusi)

Saturn had a brief fling wwvith Darkleer that resulted almost entirely from Darkleer realizing Saturn starts reacting to stress the same wwvay a freaked out thoroughbred wwvould.

This is Siteka AND SeahorseDad/Campus' fault. Campus gavvwe him the groundwwvork to respond more to equine adjacent behavvwior, and Siteka had a Kelpie/Wwvater Horse lusus, so he had a LOT of the same behavvwiors.

On the VOCAL end: adult trolls tend to be, vvwerbaly, quieter than the adolescents. I decided this after realizing that, wwvith the exception of ONE instance, wwve nevvwer actually hear the Condesce speak in Homestuck.

Most of troll communication is: pheromones, body language, and non wwvord vvwocalizing.

In situations wwvhere those are inconvvwenient, audial language is deployed more frequently, but most of the time, wwvords are used sparingly.

Vvwocaliziations are a blend of: Trills, jawwv pops, chuffs, rummbles/sawwving(the sound Gators make), mooing(like tigers), bugling(elk noises), chirps, roars(camel/bear not big cat), wwvhistles, clicks, barks(seal not dog), squeaks(dolphin not mouse), wwvhines, yelps, that wwveird screaming noise coyotes make, hyena wwvhoops, cackling/gekkering(that sound foxes make), bleating and screaming like goats, honking and oddly enough damn near evvwery sound a horse makes.

Most of these sounds are used sparingly, but most trolls wwvill havvwe a noise or twwvo they favvwor, normally taking after their lusus.

For example:

Saturn makes A LOT of sounds wwvhen stressed, but employes them in a wwvay meant to mimic his lusus' knickering and braying.

[lovelywingsart]

Back at it again with the tailed turians because I wanted to doodle the three boys and their humans (here's the original post I made with them! I wanted to work with them more but was only able to conjure some doodles lmao)

Turian!Karl/Emelia and Cam/Saren (who is a VERY pretty boy, now that I've worked with him more) Also I threw tailed Garrus at my friends Shepard, Leila, because I love them and the relationship she has for them uwu I also forgot how small she was compared to him so he's gotta super crouch for hugs LASDJFKALSD

I'm also playing with the idea that their tails differ between individuals- Turian!Karl has a shorter thicker tail because he's a chunky lil fucker (and it's like. 90% muscle, he can probably break a few bones with it if he hits hard enough), Garrus has a more medium tail for easier balance and standing more upright, and Saren has a longer, thinner tail adding to the more 'sleek' look and helping with speed! (also having a longer tail helps with balance when you only have one arm oop)

[teddywesworl]

if you're still doing the wip thing... The last mile? your mass effect au makes me feral

I just tried to answer this and tumblr fucking ATE my response but yeah i'm working on it, it's set half at the beginning and half at the end of the Reaper War with the Hawkins assigned to Project Crucible (part 1) and the London assault (part 2). tonally it's very me3 so im gonna be kinda nervous about posting it, especially as it may require a MCD tag lmaoooooo (not them though. never them)

i have no idea when it's going to be completed, though, so here's a sizeable chunk of the opening, complete with epistolary-ish framing device to match DTA:

EDDIE 1

Fig. 1: Perspectives on Tayseri Ward, an award-winning photograph of the Citadel by acclaimed asari photographer Lidilya Ranis, ca. 2182. Note the near-atmospheric effect of the gas and dust of the Serpent Nebula creating depth of field between the camera’s lens and the Presidium Ring.

*

The Citadel is different than he remembers, but it’s also the same.

He and Steve see it differently. Steve thanks air traffic control in person on their way through security and comments on the Sur’Kesh native trees freshly planted in the commercial district. Eddie marks the C-Sec man tailing them while they eat tacos from a super gimmicky Thessia-Earth fusion restaurant and spots a pickpocket watching them from an alley. It’s a human girl, maybe thirteen. No visible tattoos or marks, but that doesn’t mean much when the kid is wearing a beanie and a scarf and a bulky jacket that’ll hide plenty of take. Eddie angles himself so the cop can’t see his face, makes eye contact with the girl, and shakes his head.

They’re in the Mid-Ward, a part of Zakera that Eddie should know intimately. It feels strange not to recognize the large majority of the storefronts, replaced as so many were in the aftermath of the geth attack in ‘83, but the longer he looks, the clearer it becomes that the bones are the same. Eddie rebuilds the map in his head from the position of keeper ports, maintenance panels, walkways—and vents.

He falls behind Steve just staring at a vent tucked between an Armax vendor and a pop-up shop selling the elcor equivalent of beer. Steve walks another dozen feet, maybe, before he notices Eddie’s not beside him and doubles back.

“You okay?” Steve says, fingertips brushing Eddie’s elbow.

Eddie shakes himself off and nods. “Yeah, sorry,” he says. “Um. I used to sleep in there, I think. I’m pretty sure that’s the one.”

Steve frowns, his eyes moving from storefront to storefront, gliding over the vent like it isn’t there until he remembers. “Oh,” he says. His hand slides down Eddie’s forearm, and he laces their fingers together.

Eddie feels oddly disconnected from his own body. He doesn’t think he would fit in that vent, now, but that’s sort of the point, isn’t it? That’s what a duct rat is. You stop being a duct rat when you can’t fit anymore. Or when the wrong fan powers up and chews you to pieces.

Eddie unfocuses his eyes and doesn’t quite look at the C-Sec man still pretending not to follow them. It’s a turian, hanging around some fifty paces behind them, and he’s obvious in a way that’s kind of aggravating, because turians make up something like half a percent of the Mid-Ward’s population, and the real residents don’t dress business casual. There’s a tension welling up, raw from the vents and the cops and the collision between memory and immediate reality. He bounces on the balls of his feet, indecisive. Then he squeezes Steve’s hand, locks eyes with the turian, and crooks his finger at the guy, beckoning.

There’s a strange hanging moment where the cop looks like he’s gonna try to disappear into the crowd, but then he accepts that he’s been made and approaches. Steve looks surprised to see him; his posture gets a little guarded, so Eddie squeezes his hand again.

“That’s close enough,” Eddie says at a distance of ten or so paces. He’s not in the mood for this, doesn’t feel like playing a game, so he just says: “Why?”

Steve stays quiet, apparently satisfied to let Eddie handle this.

The turian’s mandibles twitch. “I’m,” he says. “I don’t…”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Why’d they send you?” he says.

“They didn’t say,” says the cop. Eddie’s not sure he believes him, but at least he’s not playing completely dumb.

“Get out of here,” Eddie says. “Tell them you were made. Also tell them the Alliance doesn’t appreciate C-Sec harassing its N7s on shore leave.”

The mandibles twitch again. Turian hearts aren’t quite like human hearts, but the rhythm of this one changes enough to confirm Eddie’s suspicions that the guy at least didn’t know who Steve was. “Right,” he says. Leaving is an awkward thing, but he manages it, walking off in a straight line.

Eddie sighs when he’s gone.

“How long’s he been there?” Steve asks.

“Since security,” Eddie replies. “Fuckin’ amateur hour, sending a turian. Especially since there’s a ton of human cops now.”

Steve hums thoughtfully. “You ready?” he says.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and it’s the truth. He wasn’t sure it would be, when Hop offered to call in a favor, when the message hit his inbox, or even when he stepped out of the Hawkins airlock and onto an Alliance dock this morning. He just kept saying yes and moving forward because he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t.

He keeps holding onto Steve’s hand as they move through and past the crowds toward Oji Way Warehouses, a row of storage units guarded by sectional doors and the occasional krogan hired gun. One such krogan, a scarred old brute with a cracked green frontal plate, approaches to grunt at them about what they’re doing down here, to move along if they don’t have business.

“We do,” says Steve. “We’re looking for somebody.”

“That so, soldier boy?” says the krogan. Eddie ducks his chin to hide a smile, because yeah, even in civvies, Steve sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Munson,” says Steve. “That’s the name.”

The krogan turns his head to get a better look at them out of a single eye. “What d’you want with Wayne?”

[lilmissnatcat24]

Turn Left Ch 17- Strippers and Red Sand and Mercs, Oh My!

Shepard and Garrus take on Fist, and hilarity ensues (death and desctruction of course)

CW: gore, violence, self harm, PTSD, drug use

Relationship: Femshep/Garrus Vakarian

Archive Warnings in author's note

Additional tags: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, slow build, alternate universe- canon divergence, detective noir, sex club, anonymous sex, canon temporary character death, murder mystery, drug use, dom garrus vakarian, whump, smut, heavy angst, alien sex, dual pov, an overly sexual elcor named candy, earthborn, ruthless, fake/pretend relationship, dead dove: do not eat, identity porn, minor character death

Detective AU mixed with identity porn mixed with so much whump my fingers are bleeding

(or, start from the beginning here)

lil text blurb:

Garrus stiffened next to her once they reached the Lower Ward. “We’re being followed,” he murmured out of the corner of his mouth. 

Shepard didn’t dare look behind her. She’d had the innate sense that she was being tailed for weeks now. Sickeningly, this felt no different-- which meant she didn’t have the spatial awareness she thought she did, or she was just always being followed. She didn’t know which was worse. “How many?” 

“Two. Maybe three. Turians, a human to boot.” 

“Same turians as yesterday?” 

“Can’t tell.” 

“Peachy.” Her hand rested on her pistol on her side, wholly dreading being sucked into another singularity field. She tried to take in as much of her environment as she could without moving her head too much. There were vendors all around, people milling about. Sure, there was cover. But the casualties? “There’s too many people here, Garrus. Should we try to shake them?” 

“There’s nowhere to shake them. The only shortcut is where Tali’Zorah’s body was found, C-Sec still has it shut down.” 

“We’re open targets if we lead them to the Den. No way Fist doesn’t have people patrolling that walkway. We’ll be sandwiched in.” 

“I know, I know. Which is a good thing, then, that I carry these on me.” Garrus reached to the ammo compartment on his carapace and pulled out something small and metallic. It strobed slightly in his hands. Shepard felt her mouth go dry instantly. 

“What is that?” she spat at him.

“When I give the word, you dive to the side. Got it?” 

“Garrus, since when do you carry grenades on you?” Shepard gritted through her teeth. 

“Oh, I’m not sure. It might have been since a rogue Spectre attacked a human colony and smuggled geth on the Citadel. Or maybe, because they were on sale. Can’t miss those deals-- buy two polonium grenades, get the third half off. I’ll have you know in my spare time, I love hoarding coupons. I even have a little drawer in my apartment that I put them in, color coded and alphabetized.”

“Are you expecting me to be surprised? Because I’m not.” 

[twintailed-aviator]

✨⛓ Intro post! ⛓✨

(tl;dr: I’m miles, 16, he/him, a tails fictive!)

About me:

Hi! i’m miles, a tails fictive. i prefer being called miles over tails unless you’re from uuod, our partner system, jazz, or otherwise specified.

my alter age is 16, i use he/him, and i currently identify as male-leaning apagender, and grey-romantic asexual.

personally i don’t believe that i have like. a specific timeline and there’s people out there with the same exact timeline. (idk how to explain it sorry.) but i would like to talk to sourcemates!! most of all i wanna talk to a sonic near the age mine would be (≈21). but i’d be glad to talk to any sth fictives/irls/das!

About system:

we’re the chainlink system! our base blog is @l4byr1nthz1 , so likes and follows will be from there.

we collectively use they/he, and are bodily 18

we like sonic, homestuck, invader zim, sailor moon, star trek and more i’ll add when i remember it.

we also draw a lot too! we forget to post though :/

Frequent Fronters:

Sonic, 18, he/him, transmasc homoflexible, @l4byr1nthz1

Shadow, 18, he/him, turian, @cyb3rf4gg0t

Amy, 16, she/her, transfem sapphic

Rouge, 19, she/her

Scourge, 18, he/him, @scr4pbr41nz1

We also have many Homestuck fictives, but they all mostly share one sideblog @karkats-romcom-collection

Tags:

mph.txt - talk tag

mph.png - image/drawing tag

mph.tagged - stuff people have tagged me in!

mph.ramble - rambling in the tags

bullying sonic posts - self explanatory, posts making fun of sonic in a lighthearted way

mph.q - queue tag

[sol-consort]

I was re-reading your Turian post about what they would be attracted to with the bird comparisons and honestly for a long time I didn’t think the Turians resembled birds at all and thought it was weird they were called that but you’ve made me see it, they are in fact birds

The way the world works and information is traded is a wild thing my man, it was only through mere coincidence that I started seeing them as birds bc of some random reddit comment that stumbled my way on a flop post.

I finished ME1 not seeing the resemblance at all. Hell, even during ME2, I still didn't get the whole bird imagery everyone insisted upon so much. Turians reminded me of lizards more, beareded dragons specifically, even dragonborns dnd wise since I was coming fresh out of dnd games.

I guess little things piled up over time. The fringes on their heads reminded me of bird feathers, the sharp beak that resembled that of a bird of prey, the whole eagle symbolism overlapping with the military.

Their lack of lips to make room for a flat-ish beak. Their colourful face tattoos and how some bird species cut stripes of colourful leaves and papar to decorate their feathers with. How turians have literal claws instead of hands and feet.

Honestly, a person would only need to glance at the turian early concept art before the bird symbolism becomes crystal cleaer. They're less of "eagles soaring through the skies" birds and more of a "chicken ancestors" birds

Their vocal cords are, in fact, very capable of squeaking + their fringes flare up and puff as a form of facial expression.

The best frame of reference we have is dinosaur-esque flying reptiles from before the meteor hit the earth. They're described as bird-like yet still check the boxes in the reptile qualification just like the turians. Maybe the turians are just the dinosaurs of Pavalan that managed to out-evolve nature instead of going instinct from the radiation. Pterosaurs come to mind

So either turians never evolved wings, or they had to de-evolve the wings away in order to afford their metalic exoskeleton, having both is pretty taxing genetically. Much like humans used to have tails, and now only our tailbones remain, turians might have had wings at one point, which explains the awkward joints and sharp bends in their limbs.

Or actually, it's probably the feathers that make much more sense to have been removed from their genetic pool through natural selection since feathers = little to no metallic exoskeleton = death from the sun laser. Their fringes could either have been support structures to make their feathers appear more puff, or it could be a phenotype for the sole purpose of mimicking feathers to attract a mate? Their sharp face mandibles could also have been part of one gaint beak at some point, but got in the way of their exoskeleton, causing it to fracture and split until their front face became almost flattened down.

I mean–

If the shoe fits?

[outpost51]

Happy WBW! Tell me about your favorite animal species that you created for one of your wips.

Happy WBW!!

Critters are one of my favorite subjects!!

Gonna bring the swing around to fanfiction so I can rant about taesena!

The name is all @sparatus — we just needed a sports team, and then since Taetrus was dropped in my hands, I had to figure out what the fuck a taesen was.

Short answer: horrifying.

My answer: babey.

Females are like two times bigger than the males, and most of them are just. Dumb and aggressive for no reason. Like yellow jackets! Sometimes you’ll get a smart one and that’s when shit gets real scary!! On average, males are about 3’ tall at the shoulders and 9’ from nose to tail, and females are around 6’ tall at the shoulders, 15’ nose to tail. They’re a little squat, with (six!) shorter legs than what you’d expect so they can stay nice and low to the swampy ground. Their skin feels like something between a hairless cat and a shark. Velvety? But very much no fur whatsoever. They swim fast, they run fast, and they can climb.

Other than size, their sensory antennae are also a good way to tell males from females: males have two long skinny ones on top of their heads that sweep back over their shoulders and curve towards their second set of forelegs, where females have six flat ones they can fan out in a threat display — the four on top are shaped like cactus paddles, with the outer two having three antennae on each, and two more skinny ones connecting to the mandible joint that each have two antennae.

They age slow, taking about four years to reach sexual maturity. Juvenile females are usually the same size as their fathers by the end of their first year, stay that size for two years, hit another growth spurt at three, and the final growth spurt at four.

Fun fact: they always recognize their parents! And they always act like pups around their parents regardless of age! Bottle-raised rescues will give their people parents the same jaw-snap of excited happiness they’d give their taesena parents.

Less fun fact: they can mimic sounds! It’s how they hunt! They can mimic turian parents calling for their chicks and turian chick distress noises! You know the freaky bear in Annihilation? That was my inspiration! Fucked up!

Also they have bioluminescent markings, and that is the only way you’ll see them at night, which is when they’re the most active!

[neopronouns]

hiii bestie 👯 we have a few reqs for you!

a term for when someone only feels ply when its connected to their identity as a turigirl? a ply turigirl who is typically only turian, if that makes sense!

also we've been trying to find/make a combo flag between evian (on pluralpedia) and the gold+blue aroace flag, if you wouldn't mind trying your hand at it!

a gender relating to having deer horns, deer ears, a cow tail, cow hooves, and small fluffy wings

a gender relating to having cat ears, a fox tail, buggy antennae and wings, and a halo

and finally!:

a gender relating to being both a trans girl/transfem and a rosboy; and maybe trans boy/transmasc and an azurgirl to go with it?

thank you so much as always ^_^v

all queued!!