A Scott for the evening. I miss my boy.

SCOTT 'RICHARD' RYDER in MASS EFFECT: ANDROMEDA (2017)

"This is more than hope―it's proof we weren't crazy. We can fly to a whole new galaxy and still make sense of things."

Happy Pride !!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 I haven't drawn anything related to one of my most favourite games lately, especially something as crack as this. 🤣🤣

The thing is... me and my bestie got really into the idea of my Commander Shepard and her Ryder getting frisky, playing on the hole " omg, I have this Galactic war hero's poster on my wall, he is so inspiring, I wanna be like him.... " TURNING INTO " omg, ... I want Commander Shepard to bone me" . 🤣🤣

I know it might not be some people's cup of tea, but .... hey, I got so much on my plate right now, might as well vent it on drawing crack ships.

Hmmmm...

Might just start calling this ship Shryder 🤪🤪

Entirely out of left field and six years too late, I wrote a ME:A smut drabble...

Kandros x Scott Ryder  ↪ 468 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male dominant Ryder, cis male submissive Kandros, xenophilia, hookups, mention of Scott having fucked an angaran before, dirty talk, teasing, handjobs, and fingering.

“I’ve always had a thing for turians,” Scott purrs, running light fingers over Kandros’ mandibles just to watch them twitch and shudder under the attention.

“Oh, yeah? Just any turian?” Kandros smiles, gripping Ryder’s hips, settling him a little more into his lap. 

“God, no. M’not one of those humans, trust me,” the man hums, “I have a type…”

“Care to inform me?”

“Mmm… I like big crests, and fringes. Makes ‘em look dominant… and, oh, long mandibles, the ones that hook upward in the back—it’s a shame you usually only see them in the women. Like Vetra… woof.”

Kandros chuckles, pressing (what passes as) kisses against Scotts neck, tongue dipping out ever so slightly to dampen the press of his hard lips.

Scott grasps the back of Kandros’ head, pulling him away gently to trace idle fingers over his face markings.

“And I like turians with tattoos, bright ones. I was told once, that markless turians can be… dangerous.”

“Hmm, stereotypical,” Kandros offers, “though, in most cases, very true.”

Scott chuckles, leaning down for a kiss, sucking eagerly on the turian’s pointed tongue. 

“Universally, though…” Scott murmurs, pressing his soft lips to Kandros’ mandible, against his neck (and Spirits, how can a predator's lips—entire body—be so soft?), “I like the small waists.”

Scott smiles, grabbing Kandros hips for emphasis, squeezing the plates there.

“Is that so?”

“And the voices… fuck. Your people, and the angarans, too. They drive me insane. That deep, resonating hum whenever you speak. Or fucking… Jaal. Or Evfra. Makes my cock ache.”

“Sounds like you just have a thing for military men, Ryder,” Krandos purrs, his subvocals vibrating with lust that has Scott’s spine shivering. 

“And did you know,” Scott continues, palm trailing down over Kandro’s scutes, down to his crotch to tease at his pubic plates, fingers between his slick slit, “the Angarans have a, uh, similar form of protection down here?”

Kandros gasps, subvocals twinging as he throws his head back and groans, feeling his cock slowly slipping free as Ryder’s fingers tease.

“They’re a lot softer, without the chitin, like a human woman… but, oh, Kandros,” Scott moans, and the tone makes the turian’s cock pulse, the tip peeking out from his slit, “their slits feel just as good as a turian’s to fuck. Tight and slick, their pretty cocks just as blue, pulsing with that fucking—bioeletric field…”

Kandros’ cock is fully exposed now, Scott stroking the slick member.

“But you know why I’ll always love turians the most?” Scott asks, his fingers trailing down Kandros’ shaft, “the Angaran are so… open. But turians… with all that self control. That discipline. I just love to watch them break.”

Ryder punctuates the statement by slipping two fingers into Kandros’ slit, massaging the sticky walls and making the turian cry out, subvocals oscillating wildly.

I love these romances on mass effect andromeda! I have an urge to write some mass effect andromeda fics right now as I replay the game making two save runs for them! One would be Ryder broken hearted by Reyes but finding love with Jaal, and the other a Reyes romance that did work out and add in scenes. But I'm sure there's a ton of these already out there. Will see! Still need to continue my ghost recon one as well, is just a big project that one.

Mass Effect: Andromeda (2017)

We’re gonna be friends, you and I

Verity "Vera" Ryder and Venture "Ven" Ryder, pictured in the Citadel circa 2182

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misc. facts about my ryders:

Vera primarily uses tech profiles, switching between Infiltrator and Engineer, whereas Ven prefers using just biotics.

Vera's personality is playful/casual, while Ven leans more logical/professional.

Ven is very much a "by-the-books, follow-the-rules" kind of guy. They both are, but Vera is much more flexible and willing to bend the rules as opposed to her brother.

Vera romanced Reyes Vidal; Ven romanced Cora Harper.

Ven DOES NOT approve of Reyes ("Verity Janet Ryder, you're dating a crimelord?!"). He more or less gets over it once he realizes Reyes would do anything for his sister.

Meanwhile, Vera has no problem at all with Cora.

Vera was very much a daddy's girl while Ven and his father had a... strained relationship.

When Alec got dishonorably discharged, Vera quickly forgave him for the impact it had on her own career, while Ven never quite got over it.

Both twins prefer using sniper rifles.

Vera's closest friends are Liam, Jaal, and Gil. Ven's closer to Kallo and Suvi.

That's all. Goodbye.

The Man I Thought You Were

Title: The Man I Thought You Were Rating: M (Mature) Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Pairing: Scott Ryder/Reyes Vidal Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Drinking, Getting Back Together, Canon Temporary MCD, Injury, nerve damage, spoilers Summary: In which Scott and Reyes are both fucked up about how things ended between them, and Scott realizes some things. Note: This angst fest is for my March Year of the OTP installment, with the prompt Getting Back Together. Read it here

Same Energy

I can't tell if my Ryder is ugly or not. Like some angles he looks fine but in others he looks like a dead fish

Like in this one he looks pretty alright I guess.

it's good you have a new life (but what about me?)

summary:

They were close, once. They had to be. As twins, as a family, as something. It went wrong, of course. Scott is glad his sister found someone despite bearing the brunt of their parents' complete lack of responsibility, but what about him? What about the boy left behind? What about the boy who lost his sister and was told to pretend that she never existed?

notes:

written for may's prompt fill in the mass effect forever discord server: divide. also a companion piece to i'm not your father (because at least i try), so although this can probably be read as a stand-alone, i recommend reading that first to get some context on the interaction and dialogue. this is also more rambly than my usual writing which is intentional.

Glimpse of Adrian’s joker arch right before joining the Andromeda Initiative

Current Projects- Fandom

Stuff Started/In Progress

Re-writing (and re-posting) Headaches, my first ever fic I've posted, a Dragon Age: Inquisition Dorian x Lavellan one-shot- I probably had this idea bouncing around my head like the DVD logo screen-saver since around 2018ish. But also like the bouncing DVD logo screen-saver, it took forever to get where it needed to go. I hadn't written for fanfiction since high school, and my writing didn't go on MY account until this one, right here (I helped my best friend with a Naruto fanfic and wrote her fight scenes for her. SHE was the writer of the friend-group, not me. It felt wrong to try and do it for myself at that time). Then, a lot of stuff happened, including college and moving cross country and jobs and just overall getting my mental health stabilized for the first time in my life. I finally got this thing written and published to FFN and Ao3 around 2020. I've written a lot, since then, not always fanfic, not always fiction, sometimes paid, and my style has changed a lot since then, as well as the quality! I want to re-write this, because I love it, it has a special place in my heart, but I want it to be as good as my current writings. This one takes place after the end of base-game DA:I, but before Trespasser. So Corephyeus has been defeated, but Dorian hasn't gone back to visit Tevinter, yet. Asher Lavellan tries his best to get along with every one, from every race, country, and religion. However, he is still a proud Dalish Elf, and while people call him the Herald of Andraste, he believes in no such thing and doesn't take kindly to being talked or looked down to, because of his heritage. He was a hero- he closed the blight, he defeated the enemy, and saved everyone. However, as the days past, and normalcy returned, it seemed that more and more people were seeing him as less the "Hero" and more "Elf".

Finishing up, or at least continuing, Dirt and Diamonds, the 2nd fic I ever posted, and the first attempted after Headaches, a Male Ryder/Reyes Mass Effect: Andromeda fanfic that started as a one-shot, but demanded to become a chaptered fic- It's just too bad that I stopped and forgot about it after the first chapter. This fic is 100% self-indulgence whump, hurt/comfort, a morally-questionable lover/ally who is soft for the hero and decides to show the antagonists why people tend to be afraid of them when their hero is kidnapped and hurt, a hero-lover just kinda snapping when they see their beloved hurt and admitting that, this entire time, honestly, they really didn't care about being the "model hero", and, finally, the morally questionable lover/ally watching their hero... just kick ass and traumatize the antagonists, from their place on the floor, where they just woke up from getting knocked out, and just feeling nothing but butterflies in their stomachs and proverbial hearts in their eyes. It's at this moment they realize their hero is THE ONE for them, that they are just the right mix of fucked up, kind, sexy, smart, strong, and caring for them. Once hero finishes up, he turns around, blood and dirt all over him, and just sighs when he sees that their lover has decided that this is just the atmosphere is romantic enough to qualify for a marriage proposal.

Finishing up, or at least continuing, It's Not Just a Mission, a New World fanfiction, that features my OC, Leo, and takes place a few months before the player's character starts their adventure.- I honestly don't know if it is a good or bad thing that I hold the honor of having the ONLY fanfiction under the "New World" category on Ao3. I have some hits, so that means there's people out there, somewhere, who want to read it. Anyways, New World has a beautiful social engineering aspect to it. You have to join one of the 3 factions, and community has to build in order for the game to exist and have a chance at thriving. That's really cool from a design aspect. However, since the purpose of this MMO is not story or lore, there is very little to none. So I've decided to make my own. This suspenseful action-adventure fic follows Leo, a member of the Syndicate faction, as he gets roped into finishing a mission (that's admittedly a bit too important for his current rank) that another member couldn't. However, this seemingly simple mission in an area mostly trafficked by the less-experienced, newest members of the island turns into something waaayyy bigger as he finds himself entangled in inner and inter-faction politics, espionage, and a bizarre, but dangerous, cult.

Continuing, and Finishing, The Catalyst, a MirageHound APEX Legends fanfiction that is set before the announcement of Seer, because that's when I started this fic, and also around the time I stopped playing APEX- This about 60% self-indulgent and 40% out of spite. I'm going to explain the spite part first, because that's admittedly easier. I'm going to be honest, when I originally started looking for MirageHound fanfic to read, I found that the vast majority of it quite literally glorified abuse, r*pe, and other disgusting and otherwise disturbing content. Look, I'm all for "people can write what they want" and "separating reality from fiction", and I kinda get "If you don't like it, don't read it." But, quite honestly? I read true crime on a daily basis and this shook me. What I read, I wouldn't be surprised if it was mentioned in a legitimate True Crime article. I feel like a lot of you APEX fic readers know what I'm talking about, but I'm being vague here b/c I don't want to call out names in case there's something else at play that I'm not aware of. But because so much of the MirageHound category (at least, at the time) was un-proportionally filled with that type of content, I decided that I was going to make the wholesome MirageHound fanfics I want to see in the world and that deserve to exist. I will purify this tag, single-handedly, if I have to. For the self-indulgent part, I just really really really want to see Bloodhound go "calm-feral" when he sees Mirage being hurt. Okay, this story is basically about Mirage and Bloodhound's close friendship (which no one really gets or understands) evolving into more, but at the same time, a new champion (who literally won it via a special promotion amateur APEX Games) seems to be a little too interested in every aspect about Mirage, to the point that he seems to know the man better than himself.

Stuff I Am Planning On Writing, But Haven't Started Yet (Have You Seen the List Above This One???)

PowerPuff Girls - The plan for this is for it to be aged-up!AU, where the actual "Universe" itself is pretty much the same, but the girls are a lot older now, and in college. All of the PPG and the RRB will be featured, but at the heart of it, this will be a Blossom/Brick Fic. Since waking up one day, a few years ago, to Him being gone with no trace left behind, the boys slowly, but surely realized that they were finally free from the hell-spawn. They could finally experience the freedom of choosing their own paths, making their own decisions, and not living in essentially constant fear. Despite this realization, it probably took them way to long to realize that they weren't expected to do crime anymore. (It WAS all they knew, after all!) So their criminal activities slowly tapered away and they slowly (and rather awkwardly) adjusted to just trying to live a life they enjoyed, something a lot less "Supervillain" and a bit more "Teenage-Boy-Who-Just-So-Happened-to-Have-Superhuman-Abilities". They would even, sometimes, on occasion, if it was convenient and on the way to their destination at that time, help the Puffs bring down one of the many criminals and metas trying to fill the hole the Ruffs left un-filled, exchange some (now)playful banter and (also now) empty threats. The only one who didn't seem to be adjusting well was Brick. He had only withdrawn within himself, becoming a man of few words. He became easily irritable, and jumpy, like he was always on high alert for some kind of inevitable threat. The only one besides his brothers that he talks to (and even with his brothers, he only says the bare minimum nowadays), is Blossom, and it's usually short and too the point. Blossom would even hesitate to refer to him as her friend. No one know why, however, but they learned very quickly NOT to tease him about it. But.. what happens when Brick stumbles across a horrific scene? A scene that absolutely terrifies and angers him, one that he has specifically been afraid of these last few years? And what if he found Blossom at the heart of it, barely alive?

Lost Ark- This is, very simply, a fix-it fic for the MMORPG, Lost Ark. Xereon, an NPC who plays a key role in the storyline of South Vern, deserved way better. They truly did this guy dirty, and they did it in a way so that it absolutely hurts you the most. So, this fic is going to give him better, and yes, this does have romance in it!

Naruto- This is ALSO a fix-it fic, but it's a bit different than the last one. This one actually takes place before the original Naruto series begins. Specifically, a few months to a year before the Uchiha Massacre. You see, I've developed a deep attachment to Shisui and, if you know your Naruto lore, he was the village's first choice to stop the Uchiha Coup, which, with his abilities, would have dissolved it peacefully. However, shit-face Danzo, the Umbridge of Naruto, felt this wasn't enough to keep the village safe and, in secret, managed to use Shisui's trust in his high status, and kill him, forcing the village to have Itachi use the more violent method we all know of. In this fic, my Inuzuka OC with an unheard-of situation for her clan, who is also a member of ANBU, is best friends and rivals with Shisui. Like all Inuzuka's, she tends to feel compelled follow her nose, even if it brings her to trouble... like learning about the planning of a coup in the near future.

“There’s something else. I wasn’t able to bring myself to listen to it, but Dad gave me access to his last set of voice recordings. Join me?”

Scott nods, so they walk to the Pathfinder’s quarters and she helps him onto the bed, brings a portable speaker over and sets the recordings to play. “Castis knew something bad was going to happen. Called them ‘Reapers’ - apparently his son was working with Commander Shepard and found evidence of an impending invasion. With… the other revelations, that just got lost until now,” she says.

“That’s… hard to believe,” Scott says, and she huffs a laugh, because if it were anyone but Castis saying it, she’d probably ask them if they were screwing around. Castis had no sense of humour whatsoever, and was about the most reasonable person out there. Not one to believe gossip rags that made up nonsense.

The first audio they listen to is a turian distress call announcing that Primarch Fedorian is dead and that they’re searching for his successor. At the end there’s a terrible sound she can only describe as the vehicle horn of a vessel longer than the length of the street she grew up on. She stares at Scott, his own eyes as wide as hers.

Next is the human distress call, which is no better. “May God save us all” ends the clip. Dr. T’Soni sent another message, speaking of a desperate final stand against the Reapers while they raced against time to build a weapon that they hoped would destroy them.

Finally, Dad’s message. “I guess we always knew this was a one-way trip,” he closed off with, his tone defeated. Tired, even after a 600 year sleep.

Everyone they loved back home is dead. Rationally, she and Scott knew that, but to discover that they likely died not long after they left to a violent invasion is a poisoned knife to the gut. “Do you think they made it?” Scott asks, not having to clarify who he speaks of.

She never met Commander Shepard, and as far as she knows, Dad never did either. All she knows of the woman is that she saved the Citadel from an invasion by the geth and Saren, and that she died a month later when the geth attacked the Normandy. But, apparently an untrue story if she was alive and working on this Reaper killer. Why fake her death?

“I don’t know,” she whispers and a tear rolls down Scott’s cheek. “Dad asked me if I thought Castis had a good life before we went down to Habitat 7. I got mad at him because you were in a coma and here he was thinking about his friend… but maybe that was unfair, because he must have been wondering if Castis survived what was to come.”

“He knew what was coming, though. His son worked with Shepard, which surely means that they’d evacuate him and his wife and daughter, right?” Scott says, sounding hopeful.

A quick lil sketch of my Ryder now that I've figured out what he looks like 😌