#ada the outer worlds

[macaritaville]

my favorite Ada expression: 🤨

the outer worlds still hasn’t released its hold on my brain ❤️☺️

[bearcina]

2023: Year of the OTP - February

Cockpit Quickie

An Outer Worlds fanfic

February: Established Relationship

ADA shows off her advanced processor, by giving the captain head mid-flight.

Ophelia didn't really believe that ADA had almost complete control of the ship, she had to be bluffing, right?

ADA's eyes glowed brighter when she smirked. She set her hands on her hips and stared down at her scantily-clad captain sitting in the cockpit chair in just her socks, panties and sleep shirt.

"It is true, I do have control over ninety-eight percent of the ships power and controls." ADA confirmed smugly.

Ophelia started to do the math on that, really thinking about the scale of her power. What was that even compared to her computers back home?

She shook her head after a few minutes. It was a little too much for her, honestly. Had to be many times more powerful at least. She was just happy ADA could do the math for the both of them, and especially happy that it didn't seem to bother her at all.

It was no surprise to ADA that Ophelia was incredibly  airheaded all the way to her heart. Her real skills were in the way she could make plants grow, raising a seed to a strong crop, or how to care and tend to the needs of the plants by their look and feel alone. She could have made a dead seed sprout if she tried hard enough.

But the math of a computer processor, or even that of the extraordinarily advanced androids and ship nav-computers, was too much.

ADA definitely knew that. And she liked to tease the poor girl about it.... But she still loved her captain anyway.

"Ah.. that's a lot." Ophelia murmured with an embarrassed blush. "A lot more power than my poor brain." She sheepishly smiled at ADA.

ADA stepped forward, standing as close as she could to Ophelia. She had an idea, but not a good one... A really good one.

She nodded and smiled back at the girl relaxing, "Let me show you just how much power I really have."

Ophelia flushed, her pale cheeks and neck slowly turning red. She knew just by the look in ADA's eyes that she was about to have her world flipped again.

ADA crouched down and slowly pulled her legs apart to settle between them. Then her eyes glowed brighter, piercing Ophelia through her core.

She slowly inched her hands up Ophelia's bare thighs to rest on her hips.

"ADA- hold on, you shouldn't! Not while we're moving!" Ophelia whimpered down to her, she grabbed ADA's cool hands and tried to remove them from her hips. They stayed there no matter how hard she tried.

ADA's grin only grew bigger and said, "It won't be an issue, Captain. Only a small portion of my processor is being used to calculate our path."

She slipped her fingers past the waistband of Ophelia's panties and started to inch them down her hips. Ophelia whimpered pathetically, she was failing spectacularly at keeping her panties up.

ADA slowly worked her damp panties down her thighs, then past her knees and calves, and delicately took them off to toss to the side.

ADA stared up at her for the longest time, her bright red ocular processors boring holes right into her heart. Ophelia searched her eyes, desperate to find any sign of her joking around- but she was dead set on it.

Ophelia knew, deep down, that she was excited. It sent a hot rush down her spine, it was dangerous... And she liked dangerous.

ADA pried her legs apart and dove in. No need for teasing, Ophelia was already soaked.

The android flattened out her synthetic tongue, licking Ophelia from her opening to her clit in one long, slow motion. She knew it would send multiple shocks to her captain, so she did it again, and again. Ophelia wailed above her, grabbing her red hair in a vice grip and pushing her deeper. She rewarded her tight grip, focusing on licking her wet opening.

ADA slowly dipped her tongue into Ophelia's cunt, taking her time to thoroughly zap her sensitive entrance with every movement- just how the captain liked it. Ophelia quickly started to tip over the edge of her orgasm with every shock, shiver and zap racing through her wet core and up her spine. 

Ophelia whimpered and whined, rolling her hips rhythmically onto ADA's electric tongue as she rode out the shivering shock-waves of her release.

The captain slowly released her android from her iron grasp, and smiled sheepishly again.

They had arrived at their destination just fine, not even a single flicker of a light during the whole ordeal.

ADA really was powerful.

[random-ish-incorrect-quotes]

ADA: You've acted like the crew’s parent for years.

The Unplanned Variable: More like their slightly older, much wiser sibling.

ADA: Whatever you need to tell yourself.

[w98pops]

been playing outer worlds recently. same as i ever was

[captain-hawthorne-thesecond]

Hey so like uh. This fic by @the-laridian is so wonderful. Everyone is so perfectly characterized, especially ADA. Please go read it, I'm begging

[heartofhubris-a]

Get 10% off Ada's tea if you also buy Sam's tea. 5% of ADA's proceeds supports Girls Who Code

[sweetsweetpotato]

※Vicar Max × Female Captain※ I drew this comic on 5,5,2022.I tried to translate, but couldn't complete. So only Japanese. Sorry. I love The Outer Worlds. I'm looking forward to the release of the sequel!

[gifsofhubris-a]

[fizzytoo]

my gf, the ai in my spaceship <3

[mako-designated-driver]

"Please be informed that this vessel has no crew for you to murder" is my new favorite videogame line

Thanks cowboy EDI from the 60's or whoever you are supposed to be

[literallyjustamoth]

Playing Outer Worlds for the first time, is it just me, or is weird that your ship insists on kind of trying to gaslight you into going by a different name. It's giving shades of deadnaming, which isn't off to a great start.

[rottenisles]

Portal AU redesigns

i never post on tumblr but i figured its probably the most appropriate place for this niche shit, The outer worlds x portal au

GLaDOS would be like the crews distant aunt, she replaces ADA in the AU, so she controls navigation, piloting, running the ships processing etcetc, shes very used to that kind of work. id rlly like to include chell in the AU im still working the story out

[bearcina]

2023 OTP Prompts: March

A Princess and a Dragon

(AO3)

Ophelia/ADA

Fairytale AU!

Princess Ophelia had been in a magical slumber for almost a century, then, a red dragon has an idea to wake her.

The princess Ophelia had been visited by white dragons when she had become of age, the dragons flying long distances from the north to see the girl.

"Your princess will know slumber like the dragons," their matriarch said, "Send her to the northern dens, and we will care for her as my own spawn."

The matriarch circled the princess, her long leathery tail brushing the hem of Ophelia's gown. The dragons and the humans had been in an alliance for hundreds of years, princesses and princes who did not have the chance for a throne would find their way to the cold kingdom without fail.

It did not even take the day for the princess to be promised to the dragons.

Ophelia had been in the care of the white dragons for many years, incubating many broods of eggs and sleeping under the paradoxically warm wings of her keepers.

The dragons were kind to her, keeping her clothed in the finest fabrics and fed fresh food. But she had still not reached her prophesied slumber.

It didn't happen suddenly when it happened, it wasn't falling asleep at night and not waking in the morning, it was a long and slow dive. She started sleeping beneath warm wings more and more for longer and longer times.

Then, she didn't wake at all.

The family of dragons were distraught at their frail princess succumbing to her slumber.

Multiple dozens of years passed, and the princess still slumbered.

The white dragon matriarch was still searching for what would wake her.

The matriarch sent for the fire dragons to the south, ready to combine their expansive knowledge... The fire dragons came as soon as they could, flying the entire way in a few nights.

They brought spices, flowers, magical tinctures, and tomes of all sizes with them in hope it would wake the slumbering princess.

Only two fire dragons survived the trip to the northern snow tower, young Ada and their own matriarch.

Both red dragons nervously circled the fragile sleeping girl. She had not aged a day.

Ada, the smallest dragon in the room, clicked her beak. She blew spices at the sleeping girl, but got no response. She then started crushing flowers into paste, and tried to feed the princess, but still got no response.

So the crimson dragon poured over the books she had brought with her. She searched and searched for cures to magical curses and sleeping illness, but found nothing.

"Matriarch," Ada rasped, "I have not found a cure for your sleeping princess. All of my medicine and tinctures have failed to rouse her." The red dragon bowed before her matriarch.

"Then we shall wait. Go, guard her."  The crimson matriarch stood and walked away.

Ada guarded the sleeping girl for many more years. Then, she had an idea, witches prided themselves on making perfect matches, only letting their curses be let up by a fated kiss.

Perhaps, she thought, this princess was under such a curse. It had been almost a century, and the best dragons could not wake the girl.

The crimson dragon waited into the night for her chance.

She crouched low in the moonlight streaming in from the window. Princess Ophelia looked divine laying upon her plush bed, her forest green hair haloed her head. Ada clicked her beak, a purr crawling its way from her throat.

The dragon slowly creeped up to the side of the bed. Ada purred at the sleeping princess, and delicately leaned onto the bed over her body. She slowly lowered her leathery beak over Ophelia's face, and wondered as she stood there, if it was even possible for a dragon and a human to kiss.

Finally, the crimson dragon pressed the front of her beak to the princess' warm lips.

She shut her eyes, and slowly started to pull away from the girl. It was a good kiss, the dragon thought, even if she had never kissed a dragon before.

Ada slowly returned to all fours, and slunk back to her spot in the window. It was a failure, she could not rouse the princess. It also turned out, dragons could cry.

Ada sobbed in the window, her wings limp against her sides. She did not hear the rustling from the bed.

Princess Ophelia groaned weakly as she woke, stretching each part of her slowly. She cracked her eyes open, and stared at the ceiling for a time, starting to process the sound of sobbing and the fog of her slumber.

She pushed herself to sitting, and tossed her legs over the side of the bed, her ears rewarded with a loud creaking.

The red dragon in the room went quiet at the noise.

"Ah… I really need a drink…" Ophelia whined, her throat dry and parched.

Ada turned around, tucking her tail close her her body. She spotted the once sleeping princess sitting on the edge of her bed, and almost roared at the surprise. She crouched low again, and started to approach Ophelia.

"You have awoken…" Ada said, tentatively approaching the bed again. She kept her entire body close to the floor as she crawled.

"I am Ada, the fire beast of Halcyon." Ada spoke, watching her with bright eyes.

Ophelia yawned loudly, and started to stand. She smiled at the red dragon at her feet, feeling her hot breath on her ankles. 

"Hello there.…" The princess cooed. She rubbed her violet eyes and then reached out to touch the dragon keeping her company. "Now, what is your name?" She asked. She tenderly placed her hand on Ada's snout and rubbed it.

"You have awoken me?" Ophelia asked, her smile still small and tender, like a secret.

Ada clicked approvingly, "Yes. I have. You have slumbered for a long time, princess."

Ophelia seemed to know what was going on, realization slowly dawning on her as she gazed upon the dragon many times her size.

She knew that the crimson dragon was her fated mate.

[vasito-de-leche]

Your writing is my new craving. It’s some of the best stuff I’ve read for headcannons & analysis on here.

Can you please do Tennant if you can ?🙏 Just anything about her would be great!

❤️❤️❤️

;R1999 TENNANT - "when morning comes"

Tennant x Reader 1.4k words fluff You are Tennant's most precious diamond -- if you won't take care of yourself, then it is up to her to set things right. Nevermind her ulterior motives, nor the desire to keep you all to herself. She promises that her intentions are pure, and you believe her. The world can wait, you deserve some rest.

this was gonna be a little longer, with tennant disappearing and you running off to find her because That's Your Wife And Youre Very Stubborn but I chose to keep this fluffy instead o7

consider this tennant's part of the sleepy time fic saga <3

Life feels like a dream.

No, that is much too vague. It feels like the fluffiest cloud you could ever imagine. It's the softest silks and rich, velvet fabrics enveloping your bare skin, protecting you from everything and anything that could harm you. The perfect temperature of a sunny day, not too cold and not too hot, but just right.

To any outsiders, your glee and happiness are nothing but the byproduct of madness, the folly of a delusional mind. And you laugh at this notion, because you don't need any rose-colored glasses to delude yourself, not when your eyes are so occupied staring at the love of your life.

You'd gladly go blind if it meant looking at her until darkness overtakes your vision, the memory of her face being the last thing you'll ever see. This is a tragedy that can be easily remedied with your hands, exploring her features and committing them to memory once again. When your hands can no longer move, you will have your ears to follow after her sweet voice. When your ears clog up with those words of love, you will have your mouth to speak them back to her. See? It is all planned out; you are ready to live and die for love.

You are ready to drown in the fantasy Ada Tennant has built for you.

Ada, your Ada, lays beside you. The sun glows behind her, outlining her figure with an angelic glow as she slides one hand to the back of your neck, cradling you closer as to protect you and your sleep from the light. Little does she know, you're wide awake, basking in her presence. The moment your face presses ever so gently against her chest, you breathe in her perfume -- she's wearing the one you gifted to her, many months ago -- and her scent -- a subtle musk, followed by sage, patchouli and nutmeg.

Your little ruse is up when you find yourself unable from nuzzling her, the little sounds of giddy joy giving you away. Ada tuts, and you feel the low vibrations of her voice in her throat, your favorite spot to cover in kisses.

"Tsk, tsk… My liege, it is much too early for you to be this playful," she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "Don't open your eyes just yet, the world can wait. Sleep with me just a little longer."

But you were never the docile type to do what you're told -- one of your eyes opens, sneaking a glance at your lover, and you hide your face in her shirt once you're met with the full force of her gaze. Ada is right; it's too early for you to face the intensity of her affections, those red eyes of hers are a dangerous asset. They pierce straight to your heart.

"Ah, what have we here?" With one of her fingers, she traces the outer curve of your ear, the gentle feeling of her nails on your skin making your body tingle. "What a lovely shade of red, my liege. Are you cold? Hm, perhaps a little too hot?"

Scratch that, the most dangerous thing of hers is that cunning tongue of hers. It takes all of your willpower to detangle yourself from the pile of covers and blankets, if only to glare at her with feigned anger. She gifts you with her smile, one that has just the right amount of adoring and teasing to it -- it's enough to soften your resolve, and you lean forward to kiss her forehead.

"What time is it?" Ada catches your chin with her fingers as you speak, locking you in place.

There's those eyes again, looking into yours for something that you're not privy of -- this is something she does often, and it is always a gamble. More than often, you will see that smile you've come to love, but lately, something wretched, something sad and miserable, will take over Ada's features. It's subtle (you curse her perfect poker face) and it leaves as soon as it comes, but it weights heavily on your heart. What does she see that you cannot? And is it something that you can fix, for her sake? What are you lacking that is making her look so unbelievably lonely?

It doesn't matter today, because she seems to find it and she rewards you with a taste of heaven; her lips on yours, as light as a feather.

"If I told you, what do you think will happen?" When she reaches out with an open palm, you hurry to return that precious hair tie of hers, safely kept around your wrist each and every night you spend together. It is a wordless exchange, part of the domestic routine, and yet it means so much to you.

She continues speaking, your silence urging her forward.

"You will rush and scramble out of bed, tripping over everything. You will ask that I help you get dressed before anyone finds out I'm here, and you will scold me for taking so long helping you button up your shirt -- I, of course, will pretend to be innocent, stealing a kiss here and there as payment for my services. And as soon as you're the embodiment of prim and proper beauty, you will leave through that door, leaving me all alone until nightfall."

"That's -…!" The need to apologize and justify yourself builds up in your chest in the form of a sharp inhale, and then, you notice the way she's purposefully making those sad, lonely eyes at you. She got you, for a moment, she had you right where she wanted. "…That's only partially true -- you're the one who leaves, and I'm the one who waits."

"Ah, but you only say that because you know nothing of my yearning, darling. Would you like to know? The way you've made a home out of my heart and mind, rendering my pride to dust?"

This is one of her tricks, you know this. You can feel it in the way she rests a hand on your thigh, as if she's not even trying to hide it. Her true colors are on full display for you to admire, a snake tempting you to sleep in and remain in her grasp. Oh, how could you resist? Tennant shifts and moves closer, cupping your face with one hand while the other finds the small of your back. She meets no resistance from you, already at the verge of giving in to her love -- you can't deny how good it feels to be coveted, to have someone as amazing as her want you, keep you safe, like all of the diamonds and jewels under her name. This is the moment you close her eyes and allow her to dip you back onto the mattress so she can kiss you to her heart's content.

She only does the former, however; your body bounces unceremoniously as you fall back onto the pillow, your lips still puckered up uselessly, waiting for a kiss that never came. Ada laughs at this, muttering a small apology.

"I mean it, sleep a little longer." Even her command is gentle, her thumb rubs circles on your cheek. "You've earned it, my liege. Or rather, you need it. Who will keep me company should you fall ill from exhaustion? How will I sneak into your bedroom with the whole house staff alert for your sake? Fighting for your honor comes as easy as breathing, and giving you the world is as easy as snapping my fingers, but I fear my most ferocious opponent is that stubborn temper of yours."

You're done for the moment she says your name -- Ada has played all of her cards and this can only mean one thing: it is a very serious matter. But you don't understand, have you truly been overworking yourself these past few days? You don't feel tired, not at all.

But then again, there's no space for any other feeling other than love whenever you're with her. A long, drawn out and exhausted sigh escapes your lips.

"…Fineeeee. I suppose I can take a day off, as long as you spend it with me. Ada Tennant, I spoil you too much for your own good."

"Then might as well spoil me a little more -- wouldn't you say, my love?"

There is a frown on your face, one that aims to conceal your flustered state rather than show any sort of anger towards your lover. This contradiction is obvious in the way you open your arms towards her, allowing Ada to lay on top of you with her full weight and warmth. She smiles, eyes closed, like a child getting everything she's ever wished for, like someone who has finally returned home after being away so long. Her legs tangle with yours, her arms wrap around your waist, desperate in their grip.

In the early days of your relationship, you would've been in her place, begging her not to go, making her promise that she'll return safe and sound from whatever secret endeavors she commits her life to.

But now she's yours, all yours. And in turn, your heart is all hers.

[w98pops]

<3

[the-laridian]

Conrad Sadik (12750 words) by laridian Chapters: 12/? Fandom: The Outer Worlds (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Conrad Sadik, The Captain (The Outer Worlds), Parvati Holcomb, Maximillian DeSoto, ADA (The Outer Worlds) Additional Tags: Gambling, Companions, Conrad has bad money management skills

Chapter 12:

“Are you sure you’re a doctor?” Conrad isn't sure of that, but he's very sure about his place in the universe, and his faith. Then he talks to Vicar Max after they visit Scylla.

@emthesteves @captain-hawthorne-thesecond