#the spacefarer

[withspaces]

This is all I can think of when I take screenshots

[arideya]

Space princess <3

[bonesmarinated]

I'm fulfilling what Bethesda could not 😑😤 And the cat name is Oslo! I hc Mateo and Noel both took care of this cat and it's a permanently resident at The Lodge, Oslo is a shy cat but he likes to be around Kristian. Oslo remind Kristian of a stray cat that he and his brother used to raised when they were kids.

[and-his-hands-were-24-crows]

I did a quick Garrus in my current style.

[m-1-8]

Never shared my old Starfield doodles of Sam and Cpt Max Sam and Cora were incredibly endearing characters, I wish Bethesda had gone more in-depth into the companions and their stories. I’d have loved to have been able to find that book for Cora. I was checking every shelf until I learned it was never implemented..

[adeline1996rudoph]

nothin' but my emptiness🕳️

[giselberts]

sarah's mad bc ms polaris spent all her money on a buggy and didn't save a single credit for date nights 😔

[mendellyill]

Sarah's romance is just:

"I hate my mother and I have complicated feelings about our relationship because I wasn't there for her when my father died. I know you just asked me out 3 seconds ago but can we get married right now I am anxious that you will also die because everyone dies"

[seranavolkihars]

jealous sarah meme

[mika37]

Sarah Morgan & my spacefarer Elise who absolutely rocks fishworker splashwear and nova galactic cap 😌 also happy pride

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[tracalopsitte]

old thing i have yet to finish 🤔

[bearlytolerant]

Hello! I absolutely love your writings and was wondering if you may be able to write a little fic about Sarah Morgan x reader/main character from starfield? Maybe some kind of hurt/comfort where the MC gets hurt somehow and Sarah comforts them or smth

Hey nonny! I have no idea if you’ll see this but I want to thank you for your super kind words! I apologize this has taken a minute but hopefully you enjoy and that I did Sarah justice since I haven’t written a piece focused on her before.

Pairing: Sarah Morgan/gReader, T rating || ao3

Release

Knees on the ground. Your calloused hands rub at the dirt smudged blood stains and it smears into the grey synthetic threads. Curving up your knee and spreading across your thighs, little chunks of dirt gather in clumps and you push them from one spot to another.

Bodies are stacked all around. Spacer? Ecliptic? Not Crimson Fleet. You know that much. As well as some maybe—civilians or maybe—scientists who were caught in the crossfire. Innocents. Did they have children? Did you kill a mother? A father? Somebody’s sibling? Doesn’t matter. All of them are people.

Rubbing repetitively and vigorously, your eyes sting, tears gathering in the waterline. Your pistol is sitting at your side somewhere.

Ambush.

It was an ambush.

You didnt mean—

You had to—

Your only defense.

The friction on your fingers feels like fire and your chest hurts. Something burns, hot and bright in your side but it doesn’t feel like your side. And you try to remember the events in order. Shouting. Shots fired. Or was it shots first and shouting after? Same time?

A scrambling of spacesuits. Bodies colliding.

Your face in the dirt, cheek smashed into the ground and finger on the trigger.

Barrel against head.

Point and shoot.

You press your dirtied palms to your temples. Smack them once. Twice.

Hands catch your wrists before you can bang them against your head a third time.

“Your bleeding. We need to get you out of here.”

That voice is familiar as it drowns out the ruminations.

“I—”

“No time to argue with me. Save it for after we get you patched up.”

A tug on your wrists and you force yourself to stand on shaking legs. A hand presses into your cheek.

“You’ll be alright,” she says. Coming into focus, her green eyes search yours, brows furrowed together while the wind whips her blonde cropped hair around her jawline. “We need to take shelter before the storm hits.”

You nod and Sarah guides you into the science outpost, getting you out of the storm that will soon be raging. The wind whistles as the door closes behind you. She pulls out a swivel chair from a nearby desk and sits you down in it while you stare at the dirt and blood smeared into your hands. She says something you don’t quite catch as she rummages around nearby. Lifeless eyes flash in your mind and you shut your own, balling your fists in an attempt to shove the vision away.

“This might sting a little.” A press to your side and a sharp pain makes you inhale a deep breath, reminding you that you’re injured.

“Thank you,” you manage to say.

“No need to thank me. You’ve always been there when I’ve needed your help.”

You open your eyes and Sarah carefully unfurls your fingers. She dips a white rag in a bucket of water and gently cleans the blood and dirt off your hand. You wince as the rag bumps over a pebble lodged under your skin.

“Of course I’m always there for you,” you say, her touch grounding you and bringing you back to the present. “Are you—are you hurt?”

“No. You made quite the human shield.” She pulls tweezers from the medkit and works at the pebble. Though she’s gentle, you still hiss with the pain as it’s pulled free. She wipes the wound clean. “Though, why you continue to throw yourself into danger when the opportunity presents itself, I’ll never understand. Do you have a death wish?”

It comes back to you then. After the ambush, you charged forward blindly, refusing to let anyone touch Sarah. So focused on protecting her, you didn’t question anything and now there’s a lot of bodies and even more guilt. You gnaw on your bottom lip. She works at cleaning your hand, sighing.

“And even if I don’t like the way you put yourself in harm’s way—you did well so don’t beat yourself up about it. The spacers wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you or I. They were protecting poachers.”

You breathe in some relief. At least no innocents were killed. They’re still people and their blood is on your hands but it was you and Sarah or them. That guilt won’t turn into regret. You’d burn the world to keep Sarah safe even if it cost bits and pieces of your soul—yourself.

“Sarah,” you start to say but hesitate. You’ve already brought up your feelings for her before and she rejected them. Still, your voice cracks. “I—Constellation needs its leader.”

She stills and steals a glance at you. “Not at the cost of you.” Shoving the rag back into the bucket, she wrings the water, dirt and blood out, her jaw locked tight and lips pursed in a line. “I—I. Oh, nevermind.” She shakes her head. “Lean over a bit. I need to take a look at your side and see how deep that cut is.”

You do as you're told and you can’t remember how it even got there. Someone must’ve had a knife. Doesn’t matter. Your focus is wholly on Sarah now. “What were you going to say?” you ask, refusing to let her shut you out again.

She cleans the wound. “This isn’t too bad. I’m going to add a few butterflies but you’ll probably have a scar.”

Placing the stitches, her thumb grazes your skin gingerly before she glances back up at you. “You should sleep,” she says. “Need help getting to a bunk?”

Thunder shakes the outpost as rain splatters against the windows. “No,” you tell her. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to know what you were going to say.”

Another sigh from her. “It doesn’t matter and you need rest.”

“Sarah.” You tentatively reach for her, brushing your fingers against hers. “It does matter. It matters very much to me.”

Corrosive rain continues to splatter against the windows, the sound of it drowning out the thud of your heartbeat in your chest. She’s not looking at you but your fingers on her own.

“I can’t lose you,” she says softly and you think you’ve misheard her.

“What?”

“You know, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about us, about our relationship… how we’ve clearly become close. And I see what you for me do and I—I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” you say, thumbing her skin delicately, afraid she might withdraw. But she allows the touch, surprisingly.

“No one’s ever cared about me this much. Not even Aja. And I realize I care too much for you too. You—you scared me today.”

“Sarah, I—” You choke back the words love you and swallow them down. “I don’t mean to scare you. I just can’t lose you either.”

“I know that,” she says, flipping her hand intertwining her fingers with yours. “Even if I don’t deserve it or understand it.” She squeezes once before letting go. Too soon. Standing and turning away from you she says, “I should find us something to eat. You should rest.” She disappears from the room.

With a heavy sigh, you lean your head against the back of the chair, weary. She’s left before you get the chance to remind her that she deserves all the care in the world. And without Sarah as a distraction, your body reminds you of the fight and injuries you’ve endured and you close your eyes, forcing the tiredness away while you wait for Sarah to return.

[cycian]

I love that when discussing her past with Sarah Morgan and ask her what war she's talking about, you can SEE and HEAR her straining not to call you a fucking imbecile.

And yes, I think it's really hot.

[bonesmarinated]

Sarah Morgan and my spacefarer Kristian (they're not together absolute a no😌❌)

[cozza-frenzy]

Systober Day 14 - A Couple Throuple - (From Left To Right) Roy (He/It/Dark), Taffy (They/Xe/Star), Dagwood (He/It)

We're almost halfway done with Systober, and what better way to celebrate than with the system's most sickening adorable threesome? Dagwood and Roy come from the same PG-rated cartoon world source, but were a Hero and Villain duo. You'd think they'd be the first to get together, but no - Roy actually fell hard for Taffy, the two bonding over a shared love of science. Roy looked to Taff's gentle and pacifistic nature to help manage his anger, and Taffy admired Roy's passion and lack of shame in being himself, so they already made a great couple. As for Dagwood? He spent some time with Roy discussing what happened in their source to drive them apart, and they re-kindled the friendship they had before the lab accident that turned Roy into a villain. It already knew Taffy because the two are source-adjacent - but the three of them were basically best friends, Dagwood's outgoing nature helping to push Taff to socialize more and his positivity helping Roy out of low moods. It was a running joke for a while that Dag was "third-wheeling so hard he'd move in with them"... but the trio only grew closer, and soon it was living with both of them full-time! A lot of us are both polyamorous and demiromantic, so stories like this aren't uncommon - but we'll touch on some of those in future posts! - Terry

[m-1-8]

THEY HAVE CLOTHES ON I PROMISE [wip]

finally got some downtime and the will to draw had the whim to start up a piece for Cpt (Max) and Sam