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musicshelfwithmustard · 2 years

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Welcome to Grooblen's Musical Circus

Mustard had the pleasure of speaking with San Francisco's Grooblen. Together we discussed the origin of their name, their experience with theatre, their foundation Big Leap Collective, their debut album "One of Four", and so much more!

Mustard had the pleasure of speaking with San Francisco’s Grooblen. Together we discussed the origin of their name, their experience with theatre, their foundation Big Leap Collective, their debut album “One of Four”, and so much more! Check out the interview below! 1. Before we begin, Mustard would like to thank you for joining them! How are you doing? mustard! my favorite condiment! i…

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silverhart-makes-art · 10 days

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Pretty sure I have a good guess as to this week's Bestiary Posting animal, so I'm just gonna go totally off the rails for this one.

My thought process was as follows: Three rows of teeth means it must be a shark. And it would be fun to draw a fish, since I haven't done one for this challenge yet. But oh no, it has 'powerful feet'. Fish don't have feet. You know what does have powerful feet though? Mollusks. Mollusks have feet. It's described as having eyes though. What mollusks have eyes? That's right. Cephalopods!

Hence, the Mlekragg is a cephalopod.

Yes, it is a stretch, but sometimes with this challenge I like to imagine I'm an alien illustrator with no concept of what animals humans would regularly encounter. While most humans would probably assume this is a terrestrial mammal, there's no reason an alien would. In fact, considering how many more invertebrates there are then vertebrates, it makes sense for an outside observer to assume any animals described by humans is an inveterate, unless it says otherwise. It's all very sound alien logic, and not just me making wild leaps because I want my imaginary bestiary to have some more variety beyond my favorite birds and mammals. I'm really trying to use this challenge to be more imaginative and crazy with creature designs, and think outside the box when I can.

Anywho, the cuttlefish and nautilus were my main points of reference, though I did look at some reconstructions of prehistoric cephalopods for inspiration. Then I simply took all the elements of the Mlekragg and slapped it onto that body form. The triple row of teeth can't be seen in my drawing, but it is located where a cephalopod's beak would typically be. The 'face of a man' is actually a pattern on it's hood it uses to fool predators. Behind the hood flares out a 'lion's mane', which it uses for display and also to disorient it's prey when it snatches it up. It has a pointed "tail" with a stinger. It doesn't look much like a scorpion's tail - took a bit of artistic liberty and decided it just stings like a scorpion's tail, rather then looks like it. I've decided to interpret 'powerful feet' and 'good jumper' as two different traits. So it's 'powerful feet' are it's tentacles, but it uses it's stinger to leap. Why does a sea creature need to leap? Well, I imagine they live near coasts and occasionally get stranded in tide pools or on land and use their stingers to propel themselves back into the water. It kind of works like a springtail's little 'tail'. Much like the description says, no obstacle can keep the Mlekragg in!

On the bottom right I've drawn a picture of one using it's stinger to leap, and on the left I've drawn a cartoon version of it that accentuates the lion shape/human face idea. With it's tentacles and mane laid back and it's fins hanging down it does look like a little leaping lion. I also gave it a little grin in keeping with the cartoon tradition of putting cephalopod mouths on the mantle, which we know is incorrect. It does make him look like a very personable little gentleman though.

I feel if I were a bit more confident in drawing cephalpods and knew more about mollusk anatomy I could've maybe taken this in an even wilder direction. Maybe I'll revisit it in the future.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #mlekragg

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bluefern7 · 8 months

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What do you call a fake cephalpod?

A mocktopus.

A not-ilus

A cuttle-ish

Just squidding

#this is such a dumb joke #biology #ocean #jokes

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fuckyeahaquaria · 3 years

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Greater Blue-Ringed Octopus | Hapalochlaena lunulata

“The greater blue-ringed octopus is one of several species of blue-ringed octopuses. All are thought to be venomous and for their size, they are the most deadly of all cephalopods. It is said that the venom of this octopus could kill 26 adults in just a few minutes. There is no antivenom for treatment. Fortunately, these octopuses do not attack humans. Injury typically occurs when a blue-ringed octopus is stepped on or picked up.” (Source)

#Greater Blue-Ringed Octopus #Hapalochlaena lunulata #venemous #saltwater #ocean #sea #marine #underwater #undersea #nature #aquatic #aquaria #aquablr #aquarium #cephalpod #cephalopoda #coral reef #coral #reef

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fuckyeahfluiddynamics · 7 years

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Cephalopods, especially octopuses, are fascinating creatures. At sea level, an octopus can generate an impressive pressure differential of 1 to 2 atmospheres with each of its suckers. That incredible grip is possible thanks to fluid dynamics. An octopus’s sucker consists of two main parts: the ring-shaped infundibulum on the outer surface and the inner, cup-shaped acetabulum. When the infundibulum makes contact with a surface, it creates a water-tight seal. The octopus then contracts radial muscles along the acetabulum. This expands the inner chamber. The water trapped in the acetabulum now has to take up a greater volume, causing the pressure to drop and creating suction. To let go, the octopus simply relaxes the radial muscles or contracts circular ones to reduce the chamber volume and release the suction. (Video credit: Deep Look)

#fluid dynamics #science #physics #biology #cephalpod #octopus #suction #pressure

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hasfeelings · 2 years

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The proposal to bring thousands of animals together into an octopus megacity would scale octopus culture far beyond anything found in nature or in captivity. It would create hundreds of thousands of Keikos, aquatic cultural animals captured from the wild and brought into captivity. And it would force them to live together and create a new culture in what is sure to be a violent octopus slum.

Just now, we are learning that octopuses feel emotions and have culture, and we are starting to rethink current practices of intensive animal farming.

#Octopus #Octopuses #cephalpods #animal inteligence

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 years

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I hc that Tentacular's parents are; a giant ex-fighter shark woman + her squishy cephalpod husband. Edging into oc territory here

T's mom is like an extra ten feet taller than him and still treats him like her baby boy. She was a prime fighter in her day but retired to start a family. She fought Rayburn back in the day and was saddened by his and Jimbo's passing. She is very dissapointed in her son during the events of the film. You better believe Tentacular got a shouting phone call after each public stunt.

His dad is a floppy bioluminescent octopus/squid with the vocabulary and mannerisms of Octodad. He is fairly small but agile in and out of water. Most often seen on his adoring giant wife's shoulder. Not a fighter in the slightest. A big ol’ pushover towards the kids.

The shark and cephalopod couple are still madly in love after many decades of marriage. Attempting to question the schematics of the relationship will get the asker tossed away like a frisbee.

Tentacular jokingly refers to them as “Momtacular” and “Dadtacular”. Their actual names are “Beverly” and “Gladius” respectively. Mom’s old wrestling name was “Death Wake” - Winnie still has an old poster of her at the time.

T is the eldest of his siblings, the younger ones barely got their second sets of teeth. He’s pretty good around kids in general - but for his sake never mention it around Momtacular, she’s been bugging him about settling down.

#rumble #rumble 2021 #tentacular #headcanons #ocs

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fairytrashmother · 2 years

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yellow bc i follow u on ur cephalpod one and also like q clear blue bc u said jewish colores are blue also am wine drunk and i LOVE U sooo much thabk you for being in my life 💜💜💜💜

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quillusquillus · 4 years

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In the spirit of trying some baby steps towards sharing more worldbuilding, here’s a comic I made on PaintBerri that I will probably never finish that was set in the world of Reserve. Reserve is basically “what if in millions of years humans are extinct and the sapient spacefaring cephalpods that evolved from Earth created a genetic reanimation wildlife reserve planet as a tribute to the first sapients of Earth but they modelled it on their transhumanist (transcephalopodist) society because they had barely anything else to go on”

tl; dr: there’s a bunch of different kinds of aquatic humans living on an island-speckled world and their gods are squid.

Fisherman dude is an “Original Form” human AKA a (mostly) unmodified human as we know it, the other two are Goldflecks, which are similar but more heavily modified to be aquatic and they have gold cybernetics that allow them to use advanced and mysterious technology gifted to them by the Caretakers, the cephalopod “gods” that maintain the planet. The Mermaid kids are another form of human, this one clearly altered a lot further away from the original template. The adults get big.

#Reserve Planet #art #comics

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feral-kraken-blog · 5 years

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HELLO USERS OF TUMBLER IM GOING FERAL FOR XENO CEPHALPODs anyways nice to meet you! This is my feral stinky kraken baby and her name is Cardboard. Im just here to make some new friends and bond over gross stinky ink children.

#My art #splatoon #xeno inkling

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enby-newt · 5 years

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Ain’t It Evolution - Mollusca

Molluscs are a diverse and stunning phylum:

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The Phylum Mollusca contains much more than the average clam - this phylum consists of the classes Chitons, Gastropods (slugs, snails) , Bivalves (clams, oysters) and Chephalpods (octopi, cuttlefish).

Molluscs have it made when it comes to complexity, they are the first eucolomates. Which means they can grow organs independent of their body lining.

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With three distinct parts

1. The Visceral Mass - organs and inner matter

2. The Mantle - the tissue which secretes the shell/ covers visceral matter

3. The Foot - muscle aids in movement

this structure offers versatility to the body plan, with forms ranging from oysters to octopi

Chitons

Our first class chitons while not the most stunning, is a plated Mollusca which grazes in tidal pools. these guys radula - have rough mouth plates built like saws to help them scrap algae off of tidal rocks. Chitons can look similar to isopods, but are not closely related to those deep sea beauties who are arthropods.

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Gastropods

Might be a little more familiar, this class includes some of our favorite backyard helpers, snails. Gastropods account for 3/4 of all living varieties of Mollusca, and with their flexible motility and housing it makes sense. These guys move by contrasting the muscles in their foot and or are aided by a coating of cillia, allowing them to travel at their smooth and steady pace. The mantle, allows some gastropods to produce their signature snail shell. However, some members of this class such as the slug has lost their ability to produce shells. Most gastropods have radula and are typically herbivores, though some members of this class are predatory. Most notable however is the presence of terrestrial gastropods, which use the lining of their mantle as a lung to facilitate gas exchange, which means we get to be surprised by slugs on dewy mornings.

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Bivalves

The most frequently consumed Mollusca. These guys are all aquatic and are all built on hinged shells. Bivalves lack radula and instead have gills which they use for suspension feeding. They also have eyes which guide motile members of this class and stare into the souls of the wary.

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Cephalopods

The final and arguably coolest class. Cephalopods are all predatory, and have break like jaws to aid in prey consumption. These guys move by directing water intake and outtake with a siphon, which allows them to squirt out jets of water. They are also the only class with a closed circulatory system, and have blood separate from their internal juices. Only one member of this class has a shell, the nautilus. They also have eyes very similar to our own and can express emotions through changing their skin color. Cephalpods are much more complex than the other members of their phylum and if time allowed would warrant more attention, but until then enjoy this beauty.

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#aintevolution #biolgy #marine biology #octopus #isopod #evolution #fishblr #zoology #classification

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herpronuonsarefemslash · 2 years

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Black and Blue - Teaser 1/3

A lightly horror-themed, mid-length (60,000 word) work setting up my "Blood and Treasure" story and introducing bits of my altered ME worldbuilding.

Chapter 1 to 5 (patron exclusive)

https://www.patreon.com/posts/black-and-blue-1-58119478

Chapter 6 to 10 (patron exclusive)

https://www.patreon.com/posts/black-and-blue-6-58262841

Chapter 11 to 13 (patron exclusive)

https://www.patreon.com/posts/black-and-blue-58353145 Out of context teasers for Chapters 1 to 5: “Deploy scanner pylon, Daniel. This station concerning. Must restore power, dehumidifiers.”

“Yeah, you did not say we’d be boarding the ship from Alien, Doc. Reading around forty asari, roaming freely. Two in cells. Six each of krogan, humans, drell, salarians, turians, and…quarians. Weird. I don’t see any decon equipment for quarian. Two hanar. Two not recognized but they’re big. Five cryo pods in rooms that are throwing up a lot of chemical warnings. Labs, probably..”

“Respiration advisable, Daniel. Attempt to lower heart rate. Blood oxygen crucial in humans.” “Doc, I’m seeing probably a hundred dead salarians. Mostly in armor. With guns.” “Good.” “Good?” “Station markings indicate DRAG Zero group. Highly unethical. Exclusively conducts Council-banned projects. Success unlikely, but value massive. Virus-delivered explosives. Corpse re-animation as psychological warfare. Proposal for using multiverse theory to awaken theoretical ultrafauna. Allegedly a pachyderm-cephalpod hybrid. Attempted to open file. Heard moaning instructing me not to speak its name. Parasitic lifeforms utilizing oral impregnation and carnivorous larval emergence through sternum.” “Yeah. Was actually just joking about the movie doc, didn’t even think you’d seen Alien. But good one.” “No time for humor, Daniel. If interested, audition for open mic night.” “Surely not! Asari to alien ratio consistent. Matches experimental design. No… Cannot be. Project too dangerous. Assurances that it was thought experiment insufficient. Deleted files. Killed co-designer. Evidence disagrees. My work, my responsibility.”

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“Do you hear th-SHIT! RUN!”

“Excellent. Subject approaching. Must locate additional storage. Omnitool! Begin recording mode.”

“Doc, I’m begging you…”

“Return to the ship, Daniel.”

“That does it, I’m going back to law school.”

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“In law school, no one ever asks m-YAAAAA!”

Standing directly in Daniel’s path and no longer perfectly matching the dim corridor behind her, is a very much naked, very much dripping wet asari. About his height, but juicy for an asari so young. Broader shoulders, broader hips, every inch of her powerful frame is used to hang springy curves that just need a little squeeze. A whole plate of creamy desserts, cheesecake and meringue and whipped cream, not just an appetizer of two honeyed blueberries.

Little sparkles all over her skin from the bathwater make her look fucking lickable, like a cinnamon sugar do-

“You interrupted my bath,” she purrs and fuck. He’s not sure how many sexy voices that was, but a choir echoes in her every word.

Her eyes are liquid and the ‘eyelashes’ that keep asari eyes clean in the water flicker temptingly as she pouts and bats her eyes. Large. Adorable forest-creature large, drawing attention like a magnet.

Also, he realizes, her eyes are numerous. The dark gray ring around her eyes isn’t eyeshadow. The lower curve blends into raised, not-quite-opaque gray scales–or actual skin, because who knows with her–in swoops shaped like she’d dipped her thumb in ink and traced a curve from her eyelids out, curling back to and then running down her cheekbones.

Something makes her blink, and under the smoky gray cover, four pairs of eyes blink in unison. A string of yellow orbs with splotchy figure-eights of blue for pupils, separated by rings of protective muscle, filling a finger-wide channel in her skin. The size and color remind him of yellow grapes more than anything. At the tip of the swoop, crowning the sharp ridge of her cheekbones, are a pair of all black eyes that are unmistakably drell, but well-disguised by the same protective membrane. Given their location on her cheekbones, a passerby could decide that everything was obviously just tattoos or face jewelry and the drell eyes would merely seem like ostentatious obsidian.

Daniel would’ve thought she was an asari maiden with weird tastes in makeup and cosmetic surgery and scalestain unless he got close enough to lick her, or unless he knew that it was possible that a drell-like asari was on the loose, and he was looking for camouflage skin, borrowed anatomy and differences that went beyond shorter or less curled crests, or clunkier, more bone-like scales on the top of the head.

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“Director Vint, a pleasure doing business…”

Her audio’s feed reverbs, making all present wince.

A massive biotic field lifts him off his feet and pulls him down the corridor before spinning him around. The matriarch’s dark gray dress from this morning has been replaced with ornate, customized commando leathers of purple, red and orange–the colors of a Thessian sunset on a day when the eezo clouds are chokingly thick–that fade downwards from neck to boots. Her leathers are several layers thicker than is usual and segmented hardplates protect key parts of her body.

A long warpsword that hums faintly in the quiet and sizzles with teal light is gripped in her left hand. The slight curve of the blade and the angle of the handle means that she could cut ten throats with a pirouette. A shorter and straighter blade is sheathed diagonally across her midsection, to be drawn in a flash if she needs to parry. Clipped to her shoulder is a hand-chiseled mask of smoky crystal with an armored inner lining.

He remembers that blade. It came up in the do-not-engage lists of possible alien combatants. Blackfin. A blade that only asari holding the office of Will of Sunset may wield. The assassin and thief sworn only to the needs of the Thirty and by extension, their plans for the asari.

“The asari thank you for your service.”

“You…Thirty…” he rasps, spitting blood at her feet. “Figures.”

“Don’t feel bad, kid. Of course I tricked you: I’ve once had a bruise on my ass live longer than your kind do. Your diligent work on our behalf and innovations regarding our reproductive health and the Ardat-Yakshi condition will be the talk of our universities, I’m sure. Publish or perish, you know how it is. And now that you’ve seen the armor and seen my face, we should wrap it up.”

A noose of invisible force closes around his throat. Satisfied that he’s silenced, she raises her omni to speak into it.

“Cover your ears, kids. You too, Dr. Solus. I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

A flicker of teal in the dark.

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A large hand lands an unkind swat on her ass and she wakes with a start.

“Tev, get…up.”

Aria rolls over, clearly bothered at the interruption but not so bothered as to break their sleeping-clasp. She winds her longer legs around Tevos’ ankles to keep her own half of the siame meld as Tevos reaches for the dish on her side of the spatter of massive, supple cushions that to Aria is a ‘bed’ and uses it to cover the blinking light of her omnitool long enough to let her bondmate go back to sleep.

Lycoris’ coos grow louder for a few moments, making Tevos’ entire body go taut. Comfort your child! A gentle halo of sea-blue and salt-white light wraps around the little one and draws her from her sleeping cushion over to Aria’s arms, where she immediately quiets…and the most ruthless asari in ages chuckles happily as the newborn murmurs nonsense into her ainthar’s skin.

“Better if you deal with whoever’s calling than me,” Aria whispers, her biotics yanking a small pillow from who-knows-where in this varren’s den of a bedroom and swatting Tevos with it. “Sleep…” she murmurs, bringing her lips to Lycoris’ crests. “Sleep little scholar, sleep little warrior, sleep little shadow.”

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She blunders into the wall and topples backwards. Reflex kicks in and her biotics suspend her before she hits, but it’s not a graceful save. In the Chambers, finding her way from nearly sprawled on her ass back to her feet would be about as embarrassing as actually falling, although the latter would no doubt prompt rumors–Are the Councilor’s biotics failing? Read here!–that no one wants or needs.

A sinewy arm appears in the light her biotics cast. Liselle wraps her hand in a tight grip and pulls her up easily.

“Sorry, mom.”

“I walked into you, Liselle.”

“And I’m flattered,” she shoots back, entirely jokingly in Tevos’ case. “As you should be.” It’s banter between them, but aimed at any other asari be they maiden, matron, matriarch, happily bonded or thrill-seeking…Tevos reminds herself to ask their doctor about getting high-grade contraceptives for Liselle and her bedmates. First thing in the morning.

Mother and daughter regard each other for a silent moment. ‘Lissi’ is the product of an intense fling with two turian cabalists on Omega, one of whom still visits. By her age, she was conceived when Tevos and Aria were talking about the ceremony in rough outlines and laying plans to announce it to enough people to keep Tevos from being called a traitor but not so many it became the only topic of discussion in asari space.

Jealousy never came into it for Tevos. Aria couldn’t even remember the name of the male cabalist but she’d remembered Tevos’ pillow talk nearly verbatim, carrying it for a century. Sweet, soft-spoken Nyreen isn’t Liselle’s ainthar, they finally discovered, but she’s a good influence and a welcome addition to the family.

“Mark it read and go back to bed, mother. Even Valern will notice if you don’t start sleeping.”

Liselle presses a kiss to her cheek, and a blast of pure affection cut with a maiden’s exasperation at her silly old mother flickers through the mother’s meld she forms.

“Good night.”

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Aria yawns. Lycoris mimics her, her tiny tongue scraping across Aria’s scales. The antique wall-mounted chrono tells her that it’s morning, but that fact can damn well stay outside the bedroom where it belongs.

Hungry. It’s an awareness, not really a thought–like it always is for newborns–but it hits hard. Tiny fingers drag against her breast, the meld Ly’s using widens and Aria pushes back her regret that those aren’t the breasts she wants

“Breakfast time for you and me both, little one. Let’s see what your mother got up to.”

Curling her arm around Lycoris’ swaddled shape–she is so tiny–and nestling her in her elbow, Aria climbs out of the pillows and silks and waves her hand at the robe on the hooks inside the door, calling hers to her.

“Silly me,” she whispers to Lycoris, draping her house-robe over one of the Nos Astra doublebar’s anchors and retrieving Tevos’ robe instead. She lets the smell of cream-based scale oil–hand stirred, because of course Miss Perfect Councilor stirs her own skincare products, switching fruits week-to-week–and a jungle’s worth of Thessian crops fill her lungs. Ly pulls the loose end of the upper sash into her fingers and then her mouth, gumming happily at the familiar smell.

She pats back another yawn.

“Your big sister is smart,” Aria chuckles, watching Ly lift her tiny hand to her own mouth and stare up in puzzlement when it doesn’t magically make her yawn. “Like your mom.”

“I’ll put you on her pillow later and you can tap her on the crests if she’s not awake in a few hours,” Aria suggests. Lycoris looks up at her with blue, blue, blue eyes–how can Tevos not see herself in them?–and she could swear the agreeable little half-thought she gets back through the mother’s meld means she understood and is looking forward to her first-ever little sister prank.

Aria leans into the kitchen only to find an auto-oven twinkling with yellow warning lights, half a cremated loaf of cream-and-berry bread in the sink and a jam-smeared knife beside it. Goddess, she was in a hurry. She ate the other half of that catastrophe. She fires up her omnitool and taps out an order for actual breakfast and fires off a message to Griff and Mylei to do their turian playboy and asari floozy routine at the street-visible entrance downstairs.

Note to self, figure out how to poach Mylei and her squad from Eclipse…she’d be a good Archon and the team could be House Guard.

Even if she herself can never admit to being Arikolai T’Amal, her daughters are damn well going to wear T’Loak with pride as a truly titled name before she goes. Between Tevos’ old friends, stacks of favors she never remembers to use, Aethyta voting yes just to piss people off, and two or three who’d rather not see what Aria’s like pissed, she’s sure they could get the ennobling vote through the Thirty and as for what she’s accomplished to warrant inclusion, they should ask when the last time was that two thousand systems that share nothing submitted to anyone when tax day or inspections rolled around?

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The abbess’ chime rings out just as someone raps her knuckles on the cell of Falere’s door. She glances over at Rila’s empty bed–still hurts, years later–and throws on the rough ravion-wool modesty robe before opening the door.

“How may I serve, Matria-my apologies. It seems you are not the abbess.” The turian outside her door is tall, sharp, silver-scaled and carrying enough weapons to outfit half a team of commandos. His face and hands glitter with circuits and metal plates. His eyes are prosthetic, and across his entire face he wears a deep crater of scarring that likely cost him the original set. The irregular, surging pulses of turian biotics roll off him, fearsome because of the surges and spikes, not weak because of the dips and valleys.

He looks over his shoulder at the abbess and then raises his hand and points a long, void-black and quite clearly sharpened talon down the hall before flickering his biotics down it.

He has done everything he can to enhance the already-deadly gift of biotics and turn himself into this grim wraith.

“A moment with your priso-”

“Novice, SPECTRE Saren. Novice.”

“I see,” he rumbles. “And her devotion to the Goddess was born of her morality, not yours? This monastery exists in secret, atop three fusion warheads on a populated planet–a violation of Council law, law the asari set– and watched by commandos on the nearby hills, as what? Tribute to Athame’s light? No asari under the age of a hundred recorded as boarding a ship coming here has ever returned, save on military vessels?”

The most awesome and fearsome asari matriarch Falere has ever seen–and she can count six Justicars in that number–glides out of the shadows in a many-layered silk gown of crimson and flame yellow and presses a kiss to the turian’s mandibles. Standing in the shadow of her biotics, even now–even when the way they crash against Falere says she’s happy–is like standing naked on the rocks as the sea crashes against them.

Her pale blue face is decorated in a splash of midnight-blue–A birthmark? Surely not? Goddess–and once she has that obvious clue, there’s no question in Falere’s mind. Everything from the finely made bondmate bracelet on her wrist with the gap-link indicating a lapsed bond, to the spirals of diamonds, rubies, tideglass, sharkpearls and other jewelry embedded between the scaled of her face screams her status as one of the Thirty.

“Hello, Falere. I am Benezia T’Soni, from the Sonalere Republic.”

Falere drops into a hasty bow, arms flung wide.

“Matriarch Benezia Qena Zsasi Mehn-Piar-Kanyru T’Soni, Protector of Sonalere, Leader of House T’Soni, Traveling Speaker of the Temple of Athame. Out of the line of Cellinis T’Soni, first Justicar. Under Tevura through Athame, I am honored to meet you.”

Benezia makes a displeased hum.

“They made her memorize that, didn’t they?”

“Takes me longer to recite the Citizen’s Oath,” Saren quips.

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“Of course, Matriarch T’Soni.”

“Goddess, you’re going to be stiff about titles, aren’t you?”

She tugs off one of her long, slick gloves–leviathan skin, naturally and probably from a roll of hide ten times older than the monastery–and offers her bare hand to Falere. Bare skin. Bare skin that a meld could pass through, a meld Falere could kill her with. It would take just a moment’s lack of control.

“You honor me, bu-”

“Hush and take it. I doubt you have a thousandth of the danger in you that you think you do. Trust requires a lowering of blades, little one. I am choosing to lower mine first.”

Saren’s mandibles flick.

“And you will not be making her regret that.”

She lays the gloved hand on the back of his head under the spines and drags her fingers, drawing a purr from deep within.

“He fusses so,” she whispers to Falere, as if they were two maidens gossiping.

“Scherd tat,” the big turian slurs, his mandibles slack with drowsy pleasure.

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“The fact that your mother was allowed to swear a vengeance-related oath at her induction is a sign of deep rot in the Orde-”

“Surely n-Apologies, matriarch.”

Matriarch T’Soni chuckles.

“Wound so tightly, aren’t you?” she jokes, grinning and rolling her shoulders playfully.

“Leaping to defend the Justicars in all cases without qualification, including correcting me, who has read both Charter and Code, in their untranslated form and who keeps the originals in a case in my study. Programmed to defend your captors to the point of overriding the reflex they’ve hammered into you to tremble in fright at the sight of a matriarch.”

“That…” Falere stammers. “Truth in the latter, surely, and I would never presume to speak to the history of the Order.”

“We need Justicars to hunt monsters, surely. Such protection was and is one of the Order’s oldest and noblest works.”

The matriarch sips her kaffe. Falere wants to reply in the pause that follows but the matriarch raises her hand before the thought can form, let alone the words on the tongue.

“And know that I do not mean Ardat-Yakshi, exclusively.”

She smirks. “After all, when was the last time someone got eaten by a leviathan on a swim, or picked up by an eezo drake? The order is especially useful in the outer Terminus. Laws are few and often lack enforcers but the Temple can be messaged by all and that is a Justicar fighting evil. Because evil is most often ordinary, not fantastical and worked by the healthy rather than the sick.”

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printerinksoda · 6 years

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my ass cant sleep because i cant stop thinking about adorable anthropomorphic cephalpods

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