So, I always see that, when it comes to mixed asari families, there seems to be an assumption that the asari side holds all the power. That the way asari age gives them an unfair advantage, that thereâs a power imbalance. After all, twenty years in a relationship is nothing for an asari right? Drop in the bucket. And while I donât agree, because asari seem to think and feel at the same speed we do, thatâs not the part that really bothers me. Itâs the kids and the fathers. That asari culture emphasizes motherhood and that mother raise children alone by choice, deliberately closing the door on the fathersâ faces. Itâs implied.
So, give me asari who like their non-asari relatives. Give asari who protect their in-laws fiercely because family is more than blood. Give me asari who cling to their family no matter their race.
Give me a turian whose brother married an asari and when he dies, itâs his wife who takes care of his family. Give me asari grand-aunts-in-law who keep track of their in-laws through generations and knows everybodyâs birthdays and always has to send gifts to the four corners of the galaxy. Give me asari who served 80 years in the hierarchy like their dads and cousins. Give me a turian who cut ties with her own asari half-grand-aunt some generations removed because she doesnât think she has the right, but when her kid is a biotic, that asari is there to help, because âyou may not like me young lady but your father did and your grandmother did and like hell Iâm going to let their great-grandson and so learn from turian âbioticsââ matriarch wisdom.
Give me âBlueâ salarian clans, dynasties intertwined with asari lines since first contact. Where there isnât a distinction between asari family members and salarian family members because theyâve been taking care of each other for 2700 years. Give me salarians whose research started with their great-great-great-grandfather and his asari daughter, who was there every step of the way for every generation, and is their research partner now. Give me asari who go to every funeral, and thereâs one every two years but thereâs also new eggs to fawn over every three.
Give me an asari who goes with their volus half-sibling to Irune when they grow old, and doesnât mind the environmental suit, because theyâre just walking in their shoes for some years when they spent a lifetime trapped in the same suits just to be able to live alongside the other races.
Give me batarian orphans taken in by asari relatives who donât care about their caste or what the rest of the republics think about their culture. Give asari who still havenât given up on their estranged half-siblingâs descendants, even when they face threats and every family meeting ends on a debate about ethics and morals.
Give me asari who buy ships and give it to their quarian relatives, because maybe they canât convince them to settle down planetside, but they can support them nonetheless. Give me more asari who died on Rannoch.
Give me asari who fuss all over their elcor nephews when they take a fall even though itâs completely unnecessary in conventional gravity and get all fussed over when they take a fall because asari are so tiny and fragile.
Give me generations of drell who all have the same asari face in their memories because itâs always the same asari who comes to Khaje to visit, and gets to know their new family members, and is there when sickness takes their breath away.
Give me asari who help their krogan siblings get into thessian universities. Give me asari who live on Tuchanka and keep on trying when the rest of the galaxy call the krogan a lost cause.
Give me half-feral vorcha clans who worship the blue goddess who visits sometimes with gifts from the stars, and the asari cares about them, but still encourages that because some people are just a special kind of crazy (and lactose intolerant) (and totally a space pirate).
Give me a bullied hanar whose parents make a mysterious vid-call, and a week later thereâs a squad of Eclipse commandos ready to beat some bullies up in the living room, and a rough matriarch in the kitchen who calls their grand-parent kiddo and has the best stories ever.
