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💞 drop the turian penis headcanon........

Since turians are inspired at least partly by birds and partly by reptiles, i took inspiration from both.

I thought a diagram was simpler than a written explanation. It's essentially a penis hidden in a cloaca that swells and 'pops' out with arousal, sort of like an alligator's. The skin is completely smooth and usually blueish or purple in hue due to their blue blood. Of course, proportions and sizes vary.

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stalk my shit you freak i thought you loved me

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❛   cook .   present  Miriam with  home - cooked  food .

IT’S  NOT  CLEAR  just  what  the  meal  is  supposed  to  be.  he  improvised  it  from  what  was  available  &&  a  not-insignificant  amount  of  intranet  searches.  what  is  there  to  say?  he’s  not  familar  with  levo  food.  never  had  any  reason  to  be,  between  his  life  on  a  turian  colony,  hierarchy  rations,  &&  then  his  spectre  supplies.  he’s  never  been  CLOSE  with  a  human — &&  really,  when  has  he  been  close,  this  close,  with  anyone?  miriam  has  become  just  as  much  a  part  of  his  space  as  the  space  itself  is  a  part  of  him.  there  are  plants  in  the  safehouse,  a  large  tapestry  she  has  painted.  her  unfinished  &&  forgotten  projects  line  shelves  &&  tables  with  their  heavy  metallic  corpses.  he’s  allowed  it  for  HER  sake.  keep  her  at  your  side,  they’d  said.  do  what  you  must.

&&  so  turian  spectre  nihlus  kryik  is  busying  himself  with  the  cutting  of  vegetables,  the  sautéeing  of  meat.  the  knife  is  at  home  in  his  talons,  more  extension  of  his  body  than  tool.  he  looks  at  his  intranet  twice,  thrice  before  slicing  into  a  long  orange  root,  triple-checks  every  step  as  he  chops  alien,  leafy  greens  so  thin  as  to  be  translucent.  the  pan  sizzles  in  his  ear,  &&  the  smell  of  meat  makes  his  mouth  water.  they  call  it  pork  —  fatty  at  the  edges,  deliciously  forbidden  to  him.  but  he  does  it  for  her.  it’s  not  LOVE,  or  anything  akin  to  it;  not  a  gentle  act  of  kindness,  but  a  warden’s  care.  

still,  it  is  care.

his  thin  wrist  flicks  &&  flame  briefly  dances  before  his  green  eyes.  oh,  spirits,  he’s  no  good  at  this.  but  he  tries.  he  imagines  her  smile,  the  flush  on  her  cheeks.  do  what  you  must.  with  unnecessary  precision  he  adds  a  black,  tangy-smelling  sauce  to  the  pan,  swirls  the  contents  about.  it  SMELLS  good,  at  least.  he  prays  she’ll  be  happy.  perhaps  he’s  asking  for  too  much.

a  hot  bowl  of  stir  fry ( or an approximation of it )  appears  before  miriam’s  eyes,  taking  place  between  her  &&  the  engine  she’s  currently  working  on.  he  got  it  for  her  just  a  few  days  ago —  a  little  puzzle,  something  to  keep  her  entertained.  well,  if  he  is  to  be  her  warden,  if  he  is  to  keep  her  by  his  side,  she  must  be  fed, too. it's the least he can do.

‘     here.  you  havn’t  eaten  in  HOURS.  don’t  worry,  it’s  all  levo.  i…  couldn’t  taste  it,  so…     ’

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CONT.: X. // @1stspectre

 A  SHARP  EXHALE;  laughter,  light  &&  incongruous  in  the  austere  conversation.  perhaps  he’s  UNCOMFORTABLE  with  the  level  of  honesty  at  play.  or  perhaps  it’s  mere  nervousness,  a  misplaced  show  of  ease.  no,  it’s  not  easy.  hasn't been, for either of them. but  it  must,  musn’t  it?  the  world  must  go  on - &&  it  did,  carelessly,  MERCILESSLY.  without  him.  without  her.

nihlus  died,  though  not  in  the  way  shepard  died.  his  rebirth,  too,  differed.  the  turian  built  himself  back  up  from  ashes,  with  his  own  two  hands.  calliope…  he  can’t  imagine  it.  or  maybe  he  can,  &&  that  TERRIFIES  him.

rebuilt. remade. he thinks of saren.

‘     you’re  not  alone  either,  you  know.  even  if  you  don’t  always  see it.  even  if  you  sometimes  try  to  be.     ’

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bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | LYING | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders | touching her collarbones or collar

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btw yes im sad that i couldnt fit Anthem For No State, PT III on that url meme because there's no a in spectrien.

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[ PICK A SONG FOR EACH LETTER OF YOUR URL. ] //

S- RADIOHEAD, SPECTRE // i'm lost / i'm a ghost / dispossessed / taken host

P- LINKIN PARK, P5HNG ME A*WY // there's nothing left but to turn and face you / when i look into your eyes / there's nothing there to see

E- GOJIRA, L'ENFANT SAUVAGE // the pain is gone / the denial / i ran away from institutions / i owe myself life

C- A PERFECT CIRCLE, COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS // go to sleep / go back to sleep / counting bodies like sheep

T- MESHUGGAH, THE FAULTLESS // of all the wounds i expected / heartbreak, bereavement && despair / i never saw these coming / the gashes of your betrayal

R- SLEEP TOKEN, RAIN // you cast the dust into nothing / and wash out the salt from my hands / so touch me again / i feel my shadow dissolving

I- I WISH (AURA VORTEX REMIX), INFECTED MUSHROOM // i am playing the game / the one that will take me to my end / i am waiting for the rain / to wash who i am

E- CLIPPING., ENLACING // things you seen since last you saw yourself would turn a man to dust / the things you dreamed in lieu of all the hells / were just imagination cause / you couldn't bear to see the limit of yourself for what it was

N- NIGHT PROWLER, CARPENTER BRUT // x.

tagged by: stolen from the dash tagging: steal it and say i tagged you!

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Nihlus has completed countless missions as a Spectre, each one more difficult and dangerous than the last.

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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HER  POSTURE  RELAXES,  &&  the  glaciers  in  her  eyes  melt  ever  so  slightly.  he  catches  it,  just  like  he  catches  her,  in  the  pinprick  black  of  his  iris.  the  spectre  slides  behind  her  effortlessly,  SECOND  SHADOW,  when  she  motions  to  follow.  

somewhere  in  the  vastness  of  the  galaxy,  a  small  &&  sparkling  fish  bites  down  on  a  metal  hook. 

she  guides  him  deeper  into  the  iron  &&  grease  guts  of  the  refueling  station,  talking  all  the  while.  if  the  turian  had  external  ears,  they  would  be  pricked  forward  like  a  warhound’s.  his  gaze  too  is  focused,  so  fixed  on  her  as  to  burn  her  shape  into  his  mind.  tall,  relatively  speaking;  brown  hair kept  short;  smears  of  grease  &&  oil  on  her  yellow  overalls,  the  orange  logo  LOST  beneath  the  tar  tapestry;  a  stomping  of  boots  whose  unique  rhythm  he  subconsciously  learns  to  recognize.  one  day,  he  will  know  it  anywhere.  he’s  not  aware  of  this  yet.  all  he’s  aware  of  now  is  HER,  her  &&  the  great  machines  that  toil  endlessly  all  for  the  sake  of  interstellar  travel.  &&  why  does  he  feel a strange pity towards them both?  the gears && cogs that run above their heads  feel  no  exhaustion,  no  pain  &&  certainly  no  regret.  perhaps  pity  is  sister  to  ENVY.

the  mechanic  talks,  talks,  talks.  she’s  a  good  CATCH,  that  one,  his  fellow  investigators  will  say.  how’d  you  convince  her?  he  won’t  have  an  answer.  full  attention  on  her,  nihlus  takes  copious  mental  notes,  compares  them   with  previous  intel.  of  course,  he  knows  most  of  what  the  woman  is  telling  him,  but  it’s  good  to  hear  it  from  a  proper  witness.  actually,  there  are  some  things  he  didn’t  know — NOBODY  had  been  able  to  explain  why  the  runs  were  staggered  over  such  specific  times.  two  weeks,  three  at  most.  there’d  been  speculation,  little  more,  as  the  ship  themselves  had  gone  unseen.  she  knows  her  stuff,  that  much  is  clear.

‘  what  about  nearby  stations?  ’     he  asks,  looking  around  at  the  human’s  workplace.  his  eyes  greet  crates  &&  toolboxes  &&  all  sorts  of  machinery  parts,  most covered  in  various  grimes.      ‘  how  far  do  you  think  they  could  get  when  fully  fueled  up?  ’

The slightest tilt of her head heralds a softening in return. She studies him anew. Maybe he just got transferred here, one of those 'I can make a difference' types. Not that she has much faith in him there. His voice clicks and grates against her eardrums, sends a shiver down her spine. She couldn't have guessed but now she's thinking... He must be young.

His plea is what finally digs a fissure into her resolve. Miriam's shoulders sag before she switches the crate to the other side, giving one arm a bit of a break. "It's really not a good idea to talk, not out here. Come along." Says it and is back on her way. As they walk, passing by massive fuel tanks and the hydraulic cranes that move them about, Miriam's voice is half drowned out by machinery, but she carries on regardless: "It's been getting worse, beyond just plain robberies and attacks. They're insidious. They creep in. Every second station is paying protection money now, and they have to hand over the fuel anyway. —I've seen your guy, yeah. But I really don't know what his deal is. He hangs around but I think he's an errand boy or something, some upstart. But if they fueled up two weeks ago, then they're gonna be inbound soon. They don't do long runs. Always in and out. Don't fuel up completely, either."

She hefts the crate onto a nearby platform with a huff once they're inside her garage. "Gives 'em an edge because the ships are lighter that way. But y'know. Can't stay out there for long. Most of it is used up during takeoff anyway. The thrust on their ships is pitiful. They can't dock anywhere with an atmosphere." She makes a flattening motion with her hands. "They'd never get back up."

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Image Credit: Satoshi Ohashi

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what’s wrong with a little planned kidnapping between lovers

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barbican

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i love characters who do the “i worship the myth i make of you” and in turn dehumanize and get wrong the object of their devotion and love. yes project a thing that does not exist onto a pedestal and kneel at it like it is your altar. this will surely not blow up in both of your faces eventually

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How to Drown a Boy, J. Bruce Fuller

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I wish I could have known that Look in your eyes would echo in mine and go back Out of my mind, across the line When was the last time I felt like this? Dark desire and tainted bliss⁠⁠⁠⁠