#MRyder

[gemsbokk]

because what better way to make a decision on who to romance than checking who's the nicest to draw

also bonus andromesa sillies

[jolbalrok]

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[sympateawithsugar]

Yeahhh but I'd still like ME:A 2 and broRyder could smooch Avitus (Ryder is standing on a chair. He likes to be tall)

[thegreatestheaver]

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm its past midnight and no one is awake to tell me nooo holllowwww dont buy that thing so i think. i am going to buy. more serial designation v merchandise

[heroofshield]

Whumptober Day 1: Race Against the Clock (ME:A Reyes/mRyder)

Ryder pushed the Nomad as much as he dared, not wanting to bust an axle or destroy the only means of transportation on this god-forsaken planet but wanting to get to the location beacon as fast as he could; all the while, aware of how much time had passed since Ryder had been told that Reyes had gone missing.

The distress signal had reached Keema five minutes after being activated and Keema contacting the Tempest ten minutes after that. But Ryder had been unreachable for half a day, the downside of going deep into Meridian where all the Remnant technology made it hard for their comms to keep a signal. Only when he'd surfaced was SAM able to tell him what was going on, and he'd wanted to take off right away, but coming up with a plausible reason to head to Kadara had taken time.

Between convincing Tann to let him go and getting everyone back onto the ship had been more time burned, now he was bouncing through the Badlands hoping, hoping that he wasn't too late.

Approaching the location of the distress signal, Ryder.

SAM's AI voice in his eat snapped Ryder out of his thoughts as the Nomad crested the hill and sailed over the top, bouncing a bit harder than normal as it landed. Ryder wrenched the wheel so the rover went off the path and jostled over the small rocks as it drew closer to the mouth of the cave. Sliding to a stop, Ryder did a quick weapons check before all but jumping out and pulling his pistol, crouch walking towards the cave.

"SAM update." he whispered while pausing only to open his omni-tool to scan for lifeforms.

There is no one in the cave.

"What the fuck, I thought you said the locator beacon was coming from here."

It is still transmitting from this location. But there are no bio signs inside the cave.

Ryder's heart leapt into his throat as he rushed into the cave, pistol outstretched and ready to use in-case whomever had taken Reyes were using some kind of cloaking technology. But it soon became clear that SAM had been right, there was no one in the cave.

Entering the small pre-fab unit that was set up, he paused for a second to look around for any helpful clues. Spotting blood on the floor, he crouched and saw that it was still fresh looking, the small locator beacon in the middle of the small pool of blood. Sighing as he picked it up with gloved hands, Ryder straightened and saw that there was a datapad on the shelf. Mentally crossing his fingers that it was unlocked, Ryder woke it up but froze at the message that was on the screen.

You have twenty minutes Pathfinder. We know how much Vidal means to you. 37.7393N 10.333E

"SAM, input coordinates and transmit to my HUD." Ryder snapped, breaking into a run back the way he'd come. He had no idea how long ago that had been written and the time might have already expired.

Skittering to a stop, he paused only long enough to strap himself in before gunning the Nomad north of the cave.

He had to rescue Reyes in time, he had to.

[satashiiwrites]

Snippet Sunday

Tagged by @monsterrae1 for a six or seven sentence sunday… and sharing again a bit of the andromeda re-write due to circumstances 🙃. thanks for the tag lovely!

Tagging with no pressure @quietborderline @tkwritesdumbassassins @alyxmastershipper @outtoshatter @westernlarch @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @megasaurus-regina and anyone else who wants to play along.

Banner by radio chatter, chapter art is mine.

Title: An Andromeda Tale, Book One, Chapter One—rewrite edition (DRAFT).

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda

Pairing: Endgame MRyder (Reyes Vidal/Scott Ryder) various others

Fic Summary:

Scott Ryder never saw his life going this way, not that anyone ever asked him his opinion. Now he's pathfinder with too many people depending on his young shoulders and trying to figure out what he actually wants for himself. Reyes Vidal, man of mystery, former pilot and now sometimes smuggler. Who knows where he came from or his motivations but he's come to Andromeda to change his destiny. What neither Scott nor Reyes could have predicted is what their lives would be once they came to Andromeda.

Tags/warnings: this is a revised first draft—meaning that things are probably still going to change further. I’ve aged up both Reyes and Scott for this fic by a few years (not hugely).

2818 CE July 2nd

Reyes Vidal, Shuttle Pilot, callsign Anubis 

Location: Andromeda Initiative Shuttle

Status: Increasingly concerned about Initiative short and long term viability

Things were not going as they were supposed to. It's been six months since the engineering and transportation crews awakened to find that the planned arrival in Heleus had not gone according to plan. This was followed by more awakenings than were reasonable, given the dire supply situation. 

A major blow was dealt to the Initiative when the Nexus crashed into the Scourge. Jien Garson and several other high-ranking administrators had all perished in the accident, leaving the Andromeda Initiative without an experienced guiding hand to see them through what had been anticipated to be a critical moment. 

The current administration had made the questionable decision to awaken more and more people than they should have. The resources available with the hydroponics farms were significantly reduced as the entire section had been damaged in the collision that had halted the Nexus—or perhaps the awakenings were not part of the administration's plan if rumors were true about the unauthorized awakenings. 

Decisions coming from the top were slow and of questionable value. Tensions were running at an all-time high between the security and administration teams and everyone else as supplies continued to run low or go missing. Hoarding was starting to be reported, and two humans had been punished severely by security last week for hiding rations.  

Reyes had been one of the first pilots awakened to run exploration teams to and from different planets and had a first-person view of how bleak things were on that front. He'd been the pilot of one of the eight expeditions to explore worlds to see if they were habitable. The system and planet he'd been sent to was a barren wasteland without a breathable atmosphere. 

Two days ago, there had been an announcement from the administration suggesting that people needed to start volunteering to be put back in cryosleep or there would be mandatory re-entrants. 

No one had volunteered, and the atmosphere on the Nexus had been balancing on a knife's edge since. 

Supplies would run out within two months at current usage rates, and selective rationing and meal skipping had been in enforcement for the last two shipboard weeks. Sloane's security forces had been harassing the scientists, who were barely restrained as Corvannis and his cohorts spread malcontent and disagreement with the admins among the other personnel.  

Repetitive threats from the "professional" security staff run by Sloane Kelly had encouraged him to keep his head down and out of the trouble brewing as a valuable pilot with a military background. It wasn't hard to read the tea leaves that a power struggle was going on way over his head. 

The scientist team he'd just picked up from Eos had a defeated air around them and were quiet on the transport despite attempts from the administrative analyst to engage them in idle conversation. Not all of the team had left—three scientists insisted on staying no matter what the analyst had said. 

Leaving the three scientists behind had left a bad taste in his mouth. Reyes wondered if he was leaving them to die on the planet. The last attempt from the analyst to get them to get in the shuttle—that he'd overheard—had been a threat that no further help would be coming and that staying was a death sentence from either the environment or the hostile alien raiders. 

That threat finally got the scientists and engineers to mostly pack it in. As they boarded the shuttle, every one of them refused to make eye contact with Reyes or his co-pilot, Kenax.

He wasn't supposed to have heard what the analyst said. He wasn't supposed to have heard a lot of things lately. 

Scuttlebutt had it that the administration was going to employ the Krogan as mercenaries if things got worse. Reyes had never had a problem with a Krogan and didn't want to find out how painful a disagreement with one could become. His limited interactions with Kesh aside, he'd rather not get anyone's attention that way. 

Entering the course corrections for the Nexus, Reyes takes a deep breath before making eye contact with Kenax. For a Turian, Kenax is a solid pilot with an eye for barely staying on this side of trouble and a penchant for discussing the merits of different sniper rifles. Reyes hasn't worked with many Turians before Andromeda, but it appears that Turian stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. 

Kenax taps on Reyes' wrist as he finishes inputting the course correction. "Be careful when we get back," he says while glancing significantly back toward the hold where the analyst is trying to get the most senior scientist to engage with him in discussing his favorite types of cheese loudly. 

As if there is any more cheese to be had left on the Nexus to dream about eating.  

Reyes would consider crime if it got him some cheese instead of another chalky protein bar that claimed to taste like chocolate. 

"I plan to stay out of things," Reyes murmurs back.  

"Before we left, there was talk of a meeting to discuss things without admin present—I'd stay away if I was us," Kenax returned his attention afterward flight display. "Us pilots need to stay out of the gunfight when it starts. There'll be enough of a mess to pick up afterward."

"I thought all Turians were genetically inclined to trouble and gunfights…."

Kenax's mandibles flare in the turian version of a smile, stretching the three vertical black lines of his colony marks on the right side of his face until they are crooked. "Us Turians like odds in our favor and keeping our friends at our backs. Kaetus—Sloane's pet—has been implying something will happen soon."

"I'm glad it's you referring to him as her pet and not me," Reyes says with a mischievous and flirtatious wink that he knows Kenax won't take seriously. "I'm going to stay out of things. I plan on helping out the engineering teams with the hydroponics repairs when we get back since the life support repairs are mostly done. It's not like there's any shortage of repairs that a part-time mechanic can't help with."

Not taking the bait, Kenax flares his mandibles into an even bigger smile that resembles staring at a friendly shark. "Yes, your tendency to get completely covered in grease and oil while repairing all things mechanical should keep you out of trouble. It's a good thing I'm not your type. But stay out of the levels below Operations for the next few days."

Exchanging knowing looks, Reyes focuses on the nav panel as they make multiple small jumps to navigate around the odd dark energy tendrils that ensnared Heleus back to the Nexus. 

Reyes trusts that Kenax's connections as a Turian are probably a lot more accurate than the reluctantly forced camaraderie that exists between the three human pilots he shares quarters with. he generally spends more time with Kenax than with the other humans as they have been hot racking until 'more resources can be secured' and more living units provided with power and water. 

Neither Reyes nor Kenax speaks further. They worked well as a team despite never having met before arriving in Heleus and being assigned co-pilots. 

When they reach the limits of Nexus flight control, Reyes hails the flight deck and gets assigned a docking bay which they then guide their shuttle into with minimal fuss and effort. 

As they unstrap from the pilot cradle, Kenax gives Reyes one more significant look before darting his eyes to the human analyst in the back, who was now escorting the scientists out of the airlock and into the bay. "Stay out of trouble, my friend. There are dark clouds on the horizon."

Feeling a forbidding chill that causes a shiver to run down his back, Reyes nods and clasps hands with Kenax in farewell. "And you stay out of it as well, my friend." 

Pausing at the end of the airlock, Reyes watches as his passengers all exit the bay under the close watch of the analyst and several security guards. There is a general lack of people in the area, which is unusual. 

Something is up. 

Kenax glances back again, wondering why Reyes hasn't followed, then turns around and follows the guards out of the bay without drawing attention to Reyes' remaining behind. 

Returning to the shuttle, Reyes grabs his old flight jacket from where he had stowed in his pilot's chair compartment during their preflight checks. It was his Uncle's old leather jacket and is frayed at the cuffs, and he could get a newer Initiative-branded one; however, Reyes swears it still smells of home even though he'd left home behind for Andromeda six hundred and some odd years ago. 

The jacket is one of his few personal possessions and had taken up almost a quarter of the limited extra weight allowance he was granted as a lowly pilot. Pulling the jacket on over his flight suit, he grabs his small flight pack and hits the latch to close the shuttle airlock, initiating shutdown and sleep mode for the engines. 

As the shuttle settles into an electronic version of sleep, he hurries away toward hydroponics instead of stopping at his quarters like he usually would upon returning to Nexus. 

Something tells him to keep his limited personal possessions on him for now and to stay out of the more populated areas where people liked to gather and discuss the ongoings of the administration.

[cr-noble-writes]

9 Peeps you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by the lovely @rotschopf-thedrow

Three Ships: mShep/Kaidan Aleko (Mass Effect), mryder/Reyes Vidal (Mass Effect Andromeda), Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1)

First Ever Ship: Destiel

Last Song: Gun In My Hand by Dorothy

Last Film: Nimona

Currently Reading: nothing, at the moment

Currently Watching: Burrow's End (Dimension 20), Critical Role Campaign 3, Candela Obscura, Stargate SG-1

Currently Consuming: Coffee

Currently Craving: Blueberries and Cream Oatmeal haha

tagging: @bioticbooty @nickelkeep @imbiowaresbitch @bleuzombie @theoriginalladya @otemporanerys @swaps55 @waidwn @polarlys

no pressure ofc <3

[brood-mother]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 💕

okay so trying to whittle down the 69 (nice) fics i have post on ao3 so far to five definitive favs was hard, so here's five fics off the top of my head that i at least enjoy, from most recent to oldest

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Our Joy Is Magenta and Gold (BG3, M, Tav/Astarion, 6202 words); "They say vampires can't feel love, only obsession - but it doesn't matter. Neither of them had ever been able to tell the difference anyway." - This incredibly self indulgent fic has it all: graphic mutilation, purple prose, insane homosexual activity, married domestic fluff, puns, organised crime, the whole shebang. I had a lot of fun writing it.

The Red Room (R6S, T, Doc/Lion, 14,647 words); "When a careless mistake lands them in quarantine, it's not the disease that's their biggest problem - it's each other." - While not my post popular fics numbers wise, I think TRR was probably my best received fic in terms of fandom response, and for good reason. I like what I wrote, I don't particularly care for the ending but otherwise I'm proud of it, and I think of this fandom with great fondness (they were very sweet and supportive).

Red Sky At Night (DA, M, Samson/Maddox, 4450 words); "The rise of the Red General began with two men and a missed headcount; or, how Samson was lost to the Chantry and found by Corypheus." - This fic and this ship in general was slept on. All hurt no comfort, my beloved.

Sic Semper Tyrannis (SW, E, Kylux, 49,934 words/unfin.); "Disturbed by manic dreams of gods and tyrants, the Emperor's troubled right hand is pulled from the front lines and sent to an isolated mountain base to recover - unwittingly delivered into the hands of an ambitious young General with the power to blur the lines between reality and depraved fantasy." - Part re-imagining of Venus In Furs, part love letter to overwrought gothic horror classics, SST would be my magnum opus...if I ever finished it (mark my words I will finish this one day! I have like 10k words languishing in google docs already!).

Soft to the Touch (MEA, E, Kandros/mRyder, 1850 words); "Tiran Kandros has a fetish for humans, but there's one human in particular that really catches his eye." - Post-Andromeda, I wrote so many xeno fics...I had to, hardly anyone else was picking up the slack! Honestly one of my favourite things ever is writing alien/human from the alien perspective, it's so much fun. (There was also a part two to this that fucked, plus Kaetus/Reyes gunplay, and the Gil/Kallo series ofc.)

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so there you are. better go read them and comment.

[uponthenormandy]

also, replaying andromeda with my jake playthrough for a certain fic i'm working on. already very excited to be playing mryder.

also i love liam a lot, he's very cute!

[katlakitty]

Thank you for the tag @leelany-world

Tag 9 people to get to know better

1. 3 ships: Reed900 (DBH), Gil x MRyder (Mass Effect), Lavellan x Dorian (Dragon Age Inquisition)

2. First ever ship: Femshenko (Female Shepard X Kaidan Alenko, Mass Effect)

3. Last song: Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

4. Emperor New Groove (because I read about the way they winged this movie into existence on Tumblr)

5. Currently reading: Nothing (currently struggling to write)

6: Currently watching: YouTuber Gab Smolders playing Stardew Valley (because it's cute and chill)

7. Currently consuming: Water

8. Currently craving: a cinnamon roll

9. Tagging: no pressure! @cinnamon-roll-with-thirium @cptjh-arts @intheyellowandgreen

Thank you for the tag @sweeteatercat 💙

tag 9 people to get to know better!

1. 3 ships: RK1K, RK1700/RK960, RK2500/RK1760 (just throw all the four RKs together 💙) + honorable mention: Connorkus (or North60? North/Chloe? + x reader and many rarepairs more)

2. first ever ship: Johnlock (the first real one with fandom stuff and fanfic reading etc., yes, I'm late 😄)

3. last song: "Last Resort (Reimagined)" by Falling in Reverse

4. last movie: "The Emperor's New Groove" (for fic research and fun 😂)

5. currently reading: dbh fics (I'm having such a hard time focusing on a story right now...)

6. currently watching: Bodies

7. currently consuming: Peppermint tea with honey (against my cold)

8. currently craving: being able to taste something (damn cold), and being able to focus

9. tagging: No pressure! @chaos-thirium, @shinyportalsandthings, @keined, @katlakitty, @cptjh-arts, @chamaguun, @middleofnothing, @thirium-800, @sheyshocked

+ everyone who reads this and wants to participate 🤗

[gemsbokk]

forbidden love trope but it's these two having perfect chemistry but i can't let them because they look a little too similar and it's awkward

[edgepunk]

David Ryder

[detective-asshole]

FCUK YUO FUCKGIN BITHCASS IGM GOIGN TO FUCKJUG MRYDER YOU

I love that @detective-asshole ends up with so many typos when he gets mad or flustered. It's funny.

[depressed-sock]

My current Shepard and Ryder :D

[theorchardofbones]

[satashiiwrites]

Arrival in Andromeda: Chapter Five

And a bit earlier than the last chapter….

Title: An Andromeda Tale, Book one: Arrival In Andromeda, Chapter Five

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda

Pairings: series is endgame MRyder. Will have Reyes/OMC and Reyes/Zia prior to his meeting Scott.

Fic Summary:

Scott Ryder never saw his life going this way, not that anyone ever asked him his opinion. Now he's pathfinder with too many people depending on his young shoulders and trying to figure out what he wants for himself.

Reyes Vidal, man of mystery, former pilot and now sometimes smuggler. Who knows where he came from or his motivations but he's come to Andromeda to change his destiny.

What neither Scott nor Reyes could have predicted is what their lives would be once they came to Andromeda.

Chapter Summary:

Then: Reyes and his friends leave the Nexus. Now: Scott reunites with his father, the Pathfinder.

Tags/warnings: long fic, space opera, Reyes and Scott are aged up slightly to make their backgrounds work. Canon typical violence. Reyes’ crew is mostly OCs as Bioware didn’t see fit to give us his backstory. Major canon death this chapter.

Read Chapter Five here on AO3

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