#mindfish

[actuallyyourreflection]

I love my bright green shower scrub. I feel like Shrek every time I shower. shower time is now swamp time (infinitely better)

[c-rowlesdraws]

Okay but like, endings aside and if you don't mind, you *gotta* spill the beans about the hanar, "this one would humbly request a dance", strip clubs. They don't even wear clothes last I recalled! Unless it would have something to do with their bioluminescence I guess.

it's totally got to do with their bioluminescence. The club lights are the deep blue-green and shimmering silver of moonlight filtering through Kahje's tropical seas, the hanar dancers glow hot pink and purple and cyan in big tubes of clear water where they can move with their full grace, the music is weird, and the house specialty drinks all have hallucinogenic mindfish skin oils in them (or are just the mindfish straight up, for traditionalists). Also there are open pools of water slightly elevated or just like, in the floor, because most of the patrons are hanar, so aliens should try to stay sober enough to watch their step.

[yzghuldar]

A Loving Reminder

“ That Eris, our Goddess loves and believes in every single one of you; even though you don’t realize you love Her and that you don’t believe in Her yet. She will always be there for you, when you need Someone. She will always listen to you, when you want to Talk. She will always be the Mother, you did not know you Need. Her embrace is the Comfort you always Wanted. She will be there when you die, guiding you into the next life; and She will be here, helping you when you are living in this life. In the invisible fires of chaos, all life is found and at the centre of the maelstrom there She is, with infinite Joy in Her heart, watching Her children with eternal Love only a Goddess can feel. Now. And Forever. “ - excerpts from 'The 2nd Psi-Book Of The Invisible Fire' by  Zappa d'Killa-Kloon, Protopsaltes of the Erisian Cabal "Psychodelicious Mindfish".

[luca-moreno]

☀

(adjlajsd sorry) +++

On some level, in the periphery of his brain, Luca is 99.98% sure he’s going to regret sneakily sampling some of Thompson’s mindfish during the last poker night. It’s been years and whatever tolerance he had built up to it as a kid in the wards is long gone by now.

Fifteen hours later, and the edges of his world still seem kind of hazy, the colours all muted and pink tinged and slow like he’s trying to wade through the inside of a hanar. He’s trying to grope his way back to his quarters when his stomach reminds him he hasn’t eaten since Davis dared him to eat bunches of lightly fried keleven before her timer buzzed (he won, but at great cost) and he definitely doesn’t like to think about the asari cocktail Ryan nudged towards him. Sure, the pilot didn’t exactly force Luca to drink it, but surely there’s some kind of mentor/mentee line he crossed there, right? Luca has a sketchy memory of pale hands sliding him a glowing drink and the way it had burned sliding down his throat. “Hide the ferns!” Harris had shrieked somewhere and even Isaac had looked more concerned than usual when Eva had to wrestle the last of the snacks out of his hands before he promptly passed out somewhere on the floor.

Luca groans inwardly and shuffles into the mess, lamenting the errors of his ways and filled with regret. He’s halfway across the room when the tingle reaches him. Later he’ll blame it on the mindfish hangover, and not at all because every single functioning brain cell he has seems to scatter every time he happens to be in the same room as him.

Oh, Luca blinks dazedly. There he is.

The vanguard is barefoot again. A blank tank top and sweatpants low on his hips, the muscles and patterns on his skin gleaming in the artificial light of the galley. He stands at the counter with his back to Luca and Luca finds himself drawn in like a moth to a flame. He swears to himself he’s just going to look and admire and definitely not touch, nope. Just look, because there’s a multitude of stories in every scar, every trace of ink across that pale brown skin and Luca kinda, sorta wants to know them all.

He drifts closer and the one small, still functioning part of his brain warns that maybe he shouldn’t be trying to sneak up on a phoenix, but the rest knows that it would be impossible anyway.

It takes him far, far too long to realize he’s suddenly plastered himself against the phoenix’s back, arms wrapped around lean corded muscle, idly rubbing one cheek against the augmented skin of his shoulder. He’s so warm it’s like hugging sunshine and that’s one of the only things Luca misses about his days on Earth. The warmth seeping through his skin, soaking into his bones in a way the artificial warmth of the wards never could.

Space is cold but being alone is colder.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he mumbles and there’s a full five seconds of silence before the body he’s curled around vibrates with something he hopes is a laugh and not anything more violent. Luca’s eyes snap open and he jumps back, half flailing. “Uh. On this ship. I mean, like… In general… I’m really glad you’re on this ship, because you’re… uh, I’m just… oh, no-“

It’s not as humiliating as sticking a tongue in his ear in a misguided kiss, but its close.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day Seven - Fisher

Mind

Fisher is very calculating and thinks ahead as much as he can. He’s very sharp even if he plays dumb a lot of the time.

Emotions

Fisher channels all of his emotions into anger, unless they’re positive. He’s very good at that.

Comfort

Fisher is a creature of comfort, and he has a tendency to seek it out mostly when he’s upset. He tries to keep his emotions to himself, but he always seeks out certain movies and textures when he needs comfort. Scott is a huge comfort to him, too.

[athelari]

2. the sum of memories

Day 2/7 of the Mass Effect Trilogy Week: Relationships; 950 words; i dunno mate, fluff maybe?; post-ME2 but pre-ME3; Shepard/Thane; no content warnings.

“You must see a lot of fish on Kahje.”

Mikaela Shepard draws herself higher on the bed. A quick glance at the bedside clock tells her she still has an hour before they're due to reach Illium. The half of her brain labelled Commander knows she should be getting up and dressed already; the other half, labelled Shepard, would very much rather laze around some more, preferably indefinitely. 

Thane turns away from the aquarium. “Like constellations in the night sky.” He smiles wistfully. “Have you ever seen a school of dartfish? They can turn entire sections of river into gliding patches of silver, so massive are their numbers.”

“Sounds beautiful.”

He nods, and she recognises the faintly nostalgic look on his face: that softening around his eyes, that faraway glance, even the tightening of his lips. (She can read him now, as easily as she reads the skies back on Earth. How absurd is that? To fall into an intimacy like this so quickly, so dizzyingly and thoroughly, until you feel like you've known each other for lifetimes?)

“It is. Mindfish, even more so. The hanar harvest them for their oils, but often also keep them for decorative purposes. They are brightly coloured, like these skald fish, albeit with larger fins and tails.”

She swings her legs over the edge of the bed. The captain's cabin is snugly warm—it always is, when they're both there—but she still dresses herself quickly out of sheer habit. She throws the closet door open and grabs the first clean uniform in sight. “You know my aquarium better than I do,” she grins, briefly glancing over her shoulder at him. “I can't remember what species they are, and I bought 'em myself.”

Footfalls, soft and close beside her. Thane's fingers brush against her upper arm, tracing the inked lines on her skin. “There's one fish I'd like to learn about,” he murmurs, close by her ear. “Do you mind?”

“What, this?” She hadn't thought about her tattoo in ages—it's just another part of her now, and much a less shocking part compared to her Cerberus-given augmentations at that—but she supposes she can see why it intrigues him. “It's an Earth species. Koi fish.”

“And these?”

“That's just water. Waves.”

“I see.” A pause, delicate as gossamer. “Are they clan markings?”

She blinks, taken off-guard by the hesitant question, and breathes out a laugh. “No. Kind of, but not really.” How does she explain it? How much does she explain? She shrugs. “It's from before I enlisted. I was a gang member. Everyone's tattoos were different, but almost everyone had them. Mine just happened to be koi.”

Eyes shut, breath controlled, core clenched tight. The old man's serrated, one-pack-a-day voice behind her. “Usually I give this to the boys, but I'll make an exception for you.” Pain flares white on her shoulder, sharp as jagged coral. “You don't swim with the current, eh, Mika? Some of these idiots, they're just going along for the ride, but not you. You fight it to your last breath.” A chuckle, dry as gin. She bites her lip.

“What about you?” she raises her head, looking up from her half-buttoned trousers to meet Thane's gaze. “Do drell have tattoos?”

He shakes his head. “Our scales do not lend to artificial pigmentation easily.”

“Mm. You don't need them, anyway.”

She steps forward, closing the gap between them. He returns her smile, soft and pensive and damn it, when did she ever get this sappy? She'd never been particularly good at sorting through her feelings, but Thane, Thane just has that effect on people. It's in the way he looks at her, calm and patient and quietly reassuring; in the way he, himself, is honest and kind, always willing to share a moment or a conversation. There's something almost magnetic about him, and she, like a rogue asteroid, found herself inexorably pulled into his orbit.

“Siha?”

Something flutters inside her chest. Something always does, when he calls her that. She imagines minnows swimming inside her, flitting between her heart and her lungs. “Yeah?”

He pauses again, as if weighing his words. Then, gently: “Our pasts may shape us, but they do not define us. You are more than the sum of your memories.”

She opens her mouth, only to shut it again wordlessly. After a few seconds, she emits a small, resigned laugh. “Was it really that obvious?”

His lips quirk, and she lives for this, for his fond smiles and warm glances and the sparkle in his dark eyes. “Not to an outsider, perhaps. But you always bite your cheek when you're reminiscing.”

And she thought he was getting easy to read. Apparently it's a two-way street. Although, she realises with some surprise, she doesn't really mind it. There's something oddly comforting about having someone who knows her that well. Vulnerable, yes, and sometimes more than a little frightening, but also balmy and heartening. She's got his six, and he has hers, in more ways than one.

She leans forward, and so does he. The kiss they share is short and sweet, light as her hand on his shoulder, and melts into a smile.

“All right then,” she whispers. “Enough about old memories. Let's go make some new ones.”

He runs a finger along her jawline. “Agreed. I should go and prepare myself. I'll see you later, Siha.”

“Shuttle bay, an hour from now,” she tells his retreating back. “I'll fetch Miranda, and then I'll meet you there.”

“Of course.” Beat. Then, over his shoulder: “Commander.”

She laughs, and so does he. The door buzzes open just as she shrugs into her coat, and then he is gone.

[eezominer]

100 Days of Writing Day 21

@the-wip-project

What’s a trope you haven’t used yet but want to use one day?

Dirty talk - love this trope, but I also feel like it's a fine line between having your characters talk about sex while they're actually doing it? Because if you don't really nail the dialogue it just ends up being annoying and stops the action. You have to know when to use dialogue to apply tension, and every time I write it there's only one or two lines of dirty talk and that never feels sufficient to put it in the tags.

Drug Use - especially in the mass effect universe I feel like there's a lot of potential wrt alien drugs and out of this world experiences. I've read one fic each for FemShep/Garrus and FemShep/Zaeed where they do Hallex together and both of those were so good. My issue is because I've only read those two fics and it seems like a more uncommon trope in the fandom it would feel more like 'stealing' the idea, especially for FemShep/Zaeed. Maybe I'll just have to write them using the mindfish instead lol.

[wellseasonedblog]

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[aldahi-rp]

Reaching for the Stars

@deals-and-the-chipped-cup

Dawn was not happy that Kretin didn't seem to trust her not to make another mistake... Of course she had just sort of proven she wasn't exactly trust worthy NOT to... but it still hurt her feelings. But, hurt feelings were the kind of thing that could make magic go wrong, so she tried to push that thought away.

It was easier to move herself then to move all the pillows in arm loads, so she walked a ways away from the pillows before she tried to summon the next load. She thought of couch cushions and this time didn't try to be too fancy. Just some ordinary oversized couch cushions. Which she summoned without any major issue. Then she made some large bean-bag type pillows, which came out a little lumpy... But they were definitely pillows, and nothing bad happened... That made 50....

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"Kahje! I love Kahje! Ever watch a hanar debate while under the effects of mindfish? Highly recommend it! Although don't get involved. Once I set the sonic to the hanar language and saw how pretty the flash pattern for "wanker" was I was throw out of the establishment. Some people just can't catch a bloke trying to have a little fun before being shot by his wife a break". She pulled a face and made a "go figure" kinda of shrug.

The TARDIS came to a stop and The Doctor ran to check a view screen.

"We're in orbit" she explained, showing Nezon an image of a planet awash in neon lights! There were layers and layers of tunnels overlapping eachother, large vibrant signs, and 2 satellites opening like metal flowers lazily orbiting the planet. Ships of all sized went in, out and around it.

"Right, we need to find the "you are here" board so we know where to land"

[masseffectgalaxyrp]

Alcoholic Drinks in the Mass Effect Universe

Agave Liquor

Akantha

Asari Hard Liquor

Asari Honey Mead

Batarian Ale

Batarian Shard Wine

Bathtub Hooch

Beer

Bina

Blue Thessia

Burukh

Dextro Heat Sink

Dirty Squirrel

Drossix Blue

Elasa

Everlast Whiskey

Frozen Pjyak

Full Biotic Kick

Horosk

Horse Choker

Ilium Elite Brand

Liquified Turian

Lucky Leprechaun

Memory Stealer

Mindfish

Modis Valley Brand Wine

Mount Milgrom

Mystery Drink

Noverian Rum

Perfection

Pink Marble CN

Quad Kicker

Red Janey Brand Vodka

Relay Brandy

Rojo Loco

Rotten Scoundrel

Ryncol

Serrice Ice Brandy

Sovak Juice

Tall Moose

Tasty Tankard

Tavum

Thessian Temple

TM88 Peruvian Whiskey

Turian Brandy

Weeping Heart

For RP reference, so your characters can order something more interesting!

[actuallyyourreflection]

We need a key that’s like tab but for backwards. Accidentally press tab? Now you can press anti-tab and you don’t need to use your pesky mouse to click back to where you were

[dianacoonsg]

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[aapkpure24com]

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[mindfish-art]

New painting . #mindfish

[jobzz]

[ Mindfisher ] #sketchbook #ink #designer #draw #sketch #blackbook #ink #black #love #artist #brain #scribble #mexicanartist #drawing #mind #doodle #love #hobby #lines #pen #mexican #mexico #dibujo #ideas #sharpie #moon

[yzghuldar]

Fnordian Slap #48231

"I'll call upon the forces of the Sacred Chao behind this Burger King and ask for the guidance of a drunk man with legs of the chinese cartoon legs of the devil, I will beseech him with the question: Where did Cotton Eye Joe go, Where did he come from What did Three Handed Jim do Why does Three Handed Jim hold; a bloody knife a pair of eyes a banjo." The answer was silent, but a meaning where etched into the wall behind the Burger King with words of wisdom; 'Flakka, isn't that what causes demonic possession but Flakka is what unleash the madness of mankind which was always there.' " - excerpts from 'The 2nd Psi-Book Of The Invisible Fire' by  Zappa d'Killa-Kloon, Protopsaltes of the Erisian Cabal "Psychodelicious Mindfish".