History Buff/Miniature Enthusiast,He/Him mid 20's

Silly little thing just for funsies.

but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.

and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.

if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."

whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,

it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.

Silly little thing just for funsies.

The feint noise,"Mewowrr" and a sudden weight on her lap causes her to open her eyes and her mandibles fluttered into a smile at the sight of her cat.

Cooper had been a surprise to her, a coworker suggesting she apply for a pet permit after overhearing her complaint about her lonely apartment, and she'd found a Turian friendly cat at the first shelter she'd checked.

Seeing the white and black cat staring up at her with lime green eyes, she couldn't help but let off a sub vocal rumble. One the cat returned a moment later, purring loudly as he climbed up her front and snuggled under her chin. His last owner had been a male Turian who'd let him lay in his cowl, her smaller one wasn't quite large enough but he tried to sit in it often regardless.

Scratching his flank with a dulled talon, he flopped onto her shoulder, rubbing himself against her plates till he found a good spot to lay, still purring contently.

Message: Hi mum. It's Silas. I'm sorry I missed our weekly vid chat, I know how much you worry when I'm out of contact especially after what happened on Eden Prime last week but I'm alright.

Actually it's complicated.

Remember that new posting? The one I was not allowed to talk to you about? The Classified, I'd go straight to jail, drummed out of the Navy, secret one? (Seriously I couldn't tell you mum, I'm sorry) Well I can now. It was a posting aboard the Normandy the new stealth frigate that was just commissioned last month. And I'm in heaven.

She's a great ship, nothing like those Kowloon-class boats you and dad worked on. Fast, quiet and is is a mean punch. She's probably the best ship in the fleet, any fleet even and we've got a hell of a crew, a hotshot helmsman, a veteran navigator, the ship's doc actually reminds me a lot of you, and the Captain and Exec well...

Capt. Anderson was great. A real leader. Cool headed. I'd trust him to take us through a debris field blindfolded because if he asked us he knew we could do it. Navy man to the bone. And our new Exec Cmdr. Shepard is something else too.

Like literally something else. They made her a Spectre. You probably saw it on the news. Gave her the ship too so turns out we're all junior Spectres too now or at least on loan. Just like the ship I can't say much right now(please don't ask, I hate not telling you but I also hate repeating myself) but we're heading back out on a new mission. Really important stuff I promise if they pep talk she just gave us is to be believed.

I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to email you again, vid calls are out of the question for now too. Don't worry, I know after what happened to Dad you worry whenever I'm deployed but we've got the best of everything with us. I'm going to text you again next chance too. They have these messages on a delay so when you're reading this we'll already have left the Citadel. Just know this is exactly why I enlisted. Be proud, I know Dad would have been.

I love you Mum, see you soon,

@garfbin i actually really like the idea that their newborns are on the smaller side, but not packing peanut preemies! @milkywayes has an excellent hc that i've adopted that turian women have thicker waists to support that, adding context to garrus's awkward "your waist looks supportive" line :) i do also like to tack onto that that their pregnancies are still short and their babies a tad premature, all things considered.

Turians are my favorite aliens in the ME-universe by far. It would've been weird if they weren't, considering how much I write about them.

But they aren't actually my favorite aliens in media. 😅 Not even by a longshot.

Wow. This is the first time someone so severely misread the point of my fic, missing all the cues.

Weird that instead of commenting on AO3 you decided to find me personally on tumblr and sent an anonymous compliment (?) about creepy writing. Sorry that I can't shake off the malicious intent of it and reply accodringly.

Yes, this is very much Joker's FAFO story, where he... y'know, finds out. Being disabled doesn't strip him of agency of refusing/saying no (which he very much does in the end). He is the one who very much provokes, reacts, feels and falls for Shepard, complicated as she is. While she silently falls for him back (or more accurately, realizes she'd fallen for him much earlier).

Calling it manipulative is akin to calling a feral cat warming up to a person manipulative — it's shoehorning of your personal moral upon fictional characters.

You are more than welcome to keep reading the series if you want to. Maybe you'll find the second fic clearer in its message — this is still very much the shoker romance story. (I hope that all the tags are clear about the amount of psychological trauma involved in there). You are also welcome to browse this blog and read the excerpts/look at the art that didn't make it on AO3.

Or even straight up hit my DMs like some other readers do.

[2/2] Commission for @huntergonerogue of their Izzy Shepard in the middle of her morning work-out, her cat Maslow is helping. :D

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Been staring at this sketch long enough. Time to get to work.