raachni *highfives the Rachni Queen about being hyper-intelligent two year olds tbh*

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raachni *highfives the Rachni Queen about being hyper-intelligent two year olds tbh*
][ hello, darling. i was wondering if there were any rules on sideblogs joining the au - i have one for liara t'soni ( and could easily get a human fc for her ), and would love to bring her into the au but don't want to step on toes or make it more difficult for follows.
none at all, you’re welcome to use a sideblog! if it works for you, it works for us c:
raachni
started following veetors-safe-place
There were many more people here than Veetor had ever seen in one place. They milled around like insects in a hive, their sheer numbers overwhelming to even think about. And while there was more space than he knew what to do with (the constrained corridors and chambers of the Fleet were homey and familiar instead of cramped, wide-open spaces were unnerving) there were also more bodies than he could easily navigate. That meant Veetor would often stare at his feet as he walked, or, more often, something on his omni-tool to keep himself focused on something besides space and bodies that would make his anxiety flare.
That meant, naturally, he wasn't looking in front of him or watching where he was stepping, so it was quite a surprise when he collided with another person.
"Oh! Ahh! I'm sorry!" He yelped, jumping back, hands up and spread in a defensive motion. "I was just - I didn't mean to - that was my fault, I'm so... sorry!"
Cᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, raachni.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝Impressive.❞
It's the first word to leave his lips, akin to a scientist studying a specimen. Akin to a worshiper falling to his knees before the Holy Ghost. Awe infects his tongue, but his voice sounded jarbled from the start. Synthetic. Fabricated. As though he's not really there. Never has been, never will be.
He bows his head in reverence. Authority commands respect. He admires the Rachni: their colony, their legacy. Arms fold behind his back, his spine stiff. Rigid. The Queen is much more authentic than he.
❝Your Highness, humanity is in your debt.❞
Shepard continues to amaze.
Firstly, thank you for this blog, wow! And secondly, would you be able to link this account? It's for the Rachni Queen. I finished it up and would love for others to be able to find it easily.
Added you. Welcome to MERP. :)