elcor

me, dissociating, obnoxious me1 club music playing on loop in the background: the elcor have been rubbing their bare, freaky feet-hands on every gross floor they’ve ever walked on and that makes me uncomfortable

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 there’s a power imbalance. After all, twenty years in a relationship is nothing for an asari right? Drop in the bucket. And while I don’t agree, because asari seem to think and feel at the same speed we do, that’s not the part that really bothers me. It’s the kids and the fathers. That asari culture emphasizes motherhood and that mother raise children alone by choice, deliberately closing the door on the fathers’ faces. It’s 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, it’s 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 everybody’s 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 doesn’t think she has the right, but when her kid is a biotic, that asari is there to help, because “you may not like me young lady but your father did and your grandmother did and like hell I’m going to let their great-grandson and so learn from turian ‘biotics’” matriarch wisdom.

Give me “Blue” salarian clans, dynasties intertwined with asari lines since first contact. Where there isn’t a distinction between asari family members and salarian family members because they’ve 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 there’s one every two years but there’s 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 doesn’t mind the environmental suit, because they’re 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 don’t care about their caste or what the rest of the republics think about their culture. Give asari who still haven’t given up on their estranged half-sibling’s 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 can’t 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 there’s 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.

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:D THE BABY ALIENS NOBODY ASKED FOR made with the help of @skelletang

1- a baby turian! :D so cute, like a featherless lil parrot, pretty much skin and bones all over, has fat/nutrients deposits on the tummy and cowl, and a big bright mouth to catch a parent’s attention for feeding! turians’ scales finish growing in their teens! they are pretty useless clumsy and noisy babies! they are completely dependant on their parents.

2- a baby salarian! :D a small little translucent tadpole angel! limbs are barely emerging! lives in water! makes lil water bubbles and lil snoots to get your attention! has a long way to go to be an adult, but grows and changes extremely fast! very curious and smart! at this stage they eat plankton!

3- a baby elcor!!! the most adorable hairy grey potato! trots around like a clumsy baby elephant! is v curious and overly dramatic! baby elcors can stand on all four in a few hours after birth, they grow steadily but slowly, and wiggle a lot

4- a baby vorcha!!! the cutest lil gremlin! vorcha are born pretty much as miniature adults! they are ready to hunt their own food a few hours after birth! they grow up extremely quickly, and are voracious!

dirtycorzaharkness  asked:

An Elcor in Summer Confusion, please <3 (bonus points if you can figure out a way to give them a traditional shakesperean ruffle)

With regret: I wasn’t able to figure out how to give him a ruff without it looking like someone smashed a massive dinner plate over his head. Tentatively: I hope the poufy hat is enough ♥

(commissions/ coffee)

Little Facts about your Andromeda Crew:

-Jaal snores.
-Liam whimpers in his sleep.
-Jaal’s favorite human greeting is “Shalom.”
-Jaal can’t quite get the hang of human slang. (“Fuck over.”)
-Suvi has questionable cooking skills (according to Vetra).
-Lexi is half-turian. Peebee says this explains why she’s so uptight.
-Peebee’s father, on the other hand, was an elcor.
-Vetra is the Squad Mom who makes sure everyone’s fed, even when it’s not her turn to unpack their rations.
-Suvi stuck a full cup of coffee to a bulkhead with magnets sideways because “her hands were full" and then promptly forgot about it.
-Even though asari tend to find communal living “cozy” - Peebee is a big fan of having her own space. (Probably a good thing, since her apartment on the Nexus is an absolute mess. She’d be a nightmare of a roomie for a neat freak.)
-Drack is old enough to remember First Contact with humans. He thought they were exceptionally squishy.
-Drack is a grumpy old man - especially if you refer to his age. He can be amusingly defensive about it.
-Jaal doesn’t know how to drive (at least not human vehicles).
- Jaal trolled Liam by teaching him an “Angaran folk song” that he then performed for Kallo and Suvi, inadvertently marrying the two according to Angaran custom. He says it can be annulled easily enough.
- Cora tried to explain Snakes and Ladders to Jaal and Vetra as part of an analogy. Vetra thought it was stupid that ladders can only go in one direction, while Jaal was offended by how “cruel” it was to place children in circumstances where they cannot control the outcome as it’s all based on a random die roll.