#thorian

[sympateawithsugar]

N7 Month Day 3: Futility

"I'm also having vivid dreams... about my time with the Thorian. It is... disconcerting."

[heidelyng]

I recently replayed Feros and realized one important thing: it’s been a hot minute since I last played Mass Effect 1. The whole vibe of this mission felt a bit unsettling right from the start. Like, seriously. Those grim, crumbling docks where the Normandy lands against the dusty Feros sky… When I got a moment to do the side quests — looking for food, restoring the water supply, and destroying the geth transmitter — I went back to the docks just to stare at the scenery. Those clouds of orange dust literally make you feel suffocated, yet it’s so mesmerizing! The anxiety started creeping in the moment I met the colonists. I wasn't even surprised when I found out about the secret experiments being done on those poor people. But things got truly terrifying in the basement on my way to the Thorian, right when it spit out an Asari clone to talk to me. Major creeps. But the design of both the clone and Shiala herself looked so stunning that I just had to draw them >< Initially, I planned to make a simple sketch, like I did with Shepard and Tali. But then I felt like experimenting with something new in my drawing style and canvas composition. I saw some artists copying the line art to a new layer and using it as a decorative element. Well, what can I say? Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication! - Embrace eternity, Shepard. 💚✨

[strawberrykidneystone]

the concept art for the thorian has to be my favorite page of the mass effect art book😭😭😭

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: Now I dont exactly desire the Thorian carnally, yet that isn't to say that I'm not curious.

[continuous-spec]

The Thorian is a piece of this world, extending across the land and back through the ages. You can no more kill it then cut the sky.

Inkeffect # 17: Asari

[westernlarch]

I would love to read a long thorian centered/related fic that doesn't involve tentacle porn. Like, some real sci-fi shit. Is it out there??

[but-a-humble-goon]

I don't like that you're given the option to spare the Rachni Queen and it's presented in the long run like the absolute morally correct decision (which I agree with), but when it comes to the Thorian it's just like "oop, nope, we tried diplomacy and it didn't immediately work so I guess there's no reasoning with it. Gotta kill the last of this ancient alien species because it's too dangerous."

[depressed-sock]

To be held, to be loved (585 words) by depressed-sock Gift for @dandenbo Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shiala/Thorian Characters: Shiala (Mass Effect) Additional Tags: Character Study, aftermath of Thorian, Dreams, Eldritch, almost eldritch Thorian, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, I have no clue what to tag for this, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Dreamlike, Treat

It's like a dream at first. Hazy and disconnected, with emotions and senses that aren't quite her own. She breathes and everything around her breathes with her.

She is watched, she is held.

Her mind is taken apart, explored inch by inch and she is known. And she is free. Whisper's and thoughts that once plagued her and guided her actions are carefully unstrung, until the dark threads of it are too frayed to have any control.

She breathes and it breathes with her.

They are one.

All they have known for the many years they have existed is growth and survival. Spreading unending through Feros's soil. It's home, her home, their home. Time and years combine into one.

Her roots were here long before any other being had touched this planet’s soil.

It has stepped on planets far beyond it’s reach. Seen skies of unfamiliar colors, felt the light of suns so far away.

They are taken apart.

They are pieced back together.

Forever intertwined, forever one being. Not even death would erase one from the other. They are something more now.

Strings of thoughts, of emotions, twisted and twined into existence. A love so encompassing it could drown out everything else.

Mine.

Ours.

Yours.

One that is us. One that is you.

How can she be anything else now that she’s felt it.

How can it die if it still breathes.

Their roots run deep. They spread farther and farther and farther. Look at what I’ve given you. Look at what we are.

Every inch of this world feels our touch. It crumbles under our weight, grows under our touch. Life given, life taken away. The cycle repeats.

But one thing stays the same.

We are one. 

We are whole.

We are love.

We are alive.

WE ARE ALIVE.

Shiala wakes with a gasp of breath in the dark of night. She swallows roughly, staring up at the dull metal ceiling above her. She can still feel it.

The way her existence extends out further from herself. How she’s buried into the earth and climbing up through the cracking infrastructure. Miles and miles away. Goddess she feels like she’s everywhere at once on the whole damn planet.

She groans, sitting up and placing her head in her hands. Trying to right her thoughts, to center herself back into her body. The Old Growth is dead. She and the colonists have confirmed it over and over again.

But she can still feel it.

Feel the warmth of being held, of an embrace that refused to let go. Her mind stripped away inch by glorious inch until something other was stuffed inside. She had become more than herself. She still is more than herself.Even through the sense of loss and grief. How can she mourn for the thing that took away her sense of self? How can she yearn for something that only saw her as a tool?

But it didn't just see her like that. She was made a small part of it. Held and loved and known in a way she has never been before. Had never even thought possible.

Shiala wraps her arms around herself.

It’s empty of what she felt before; none of the warmth, none of the soft care. But in the back of her mind she can almost feel the echo of it. The love of a being that had intertwined her thoughts with it's and let her become more than she could ever be on her own.