#sara ryder

[androidtrashfire]

I do like that it's apparently canon which Ryder twin is the oldest (Sara) vs youngest (Scott). Like it's not really necessary to know in-game.

But it's the exact kind of detail that is really fun and you can do a lot with if you want to, as a fan

[androidtrashfire]

My version of a Scott playthrough is more generic than Sara. Like Scott in my head just looks like the in-game Scott.

But my Sara, who was my first playthrough, was custom.

I still think it's really funny that the base Sara face was the one that generated all the memes and dunking and hate, because like... how many people were actually booting up the game, picking Sara over Scott, but also choosing the default? Maybe I'm just stereotyping gamers too hard, but. That doesn't seem likely for most of the different types of gamers I know.

Usually it's dudes choosing to just play as the default, and that kind of player almost always defaults to a male avatar and just jumps into it. And of course the Scott model never got anything near the same kind of flack that Sara's model did, if at all.

Meanwhile people who like to play as women seem to almost universally want to customize their characters. For a variety of totally valid reasons.

So anyway. Just being annoyed again almost a decade later that the memes making Andromeda look like the worst, most unplayable game ever, all revolved around the Sara model. A model almost certainly only like, 2% of gamers - at best - would have seriously played with in the first place

[androidtrashfire]

My headcanon for my Sara has always been that she was a scientist (supposedly she was a soldier protecting the scientists, which to that I say nah. At best maybe she was just an Alliance-affiliated scientist; someone who came up through the Alliance military but ended up in a science division. Makes more sense to me).

Anyway, since she was canonically assigned to Mars because of all the Prothean tech research there? I like to imagine that she and Liara, both bright upcoming researchers in the study of Prothean ruins, exchanged awkward & overexcited professional emails once or twice

[revvethasmythh]

I don't show people these things.

[fiannaai]

Bonus:

I should go, my favorite store on the Citadel is having a sale~

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[musicfeedsmysoul12]

He’s dead.

It’s a thought that echoes in her head.

(“You actually did some scouting?” Alec Ryder asks.

“What?” She snaps out, clutching her gun. “Didn’t think I would? I’m an archeologist. I know how to look for things.”

“You don’t know what someone will do in this situation,” he replies.

She grips the weapon tighter, biotics bubbling under her skin.)

When Sara was little, she’d loved to play puzzles with her dad. Alec would sit with her for hours. He never got her the simplistic child ones. He’d hand her a puzzle with at least a hundred pieces as early as four.

Search for the edges, he’d instruct.

Sara took a shuddering breath, staring at the helmet. The only thing they could bring back on the shuttle.

(“Your mom…” Alec says, hand on Sara’s shoulder. She knocks it off with her own.

“I think we have a job sir,” she says. Alex hesitates, stepping back. Sara turns to go and join her squad.

“Scott will wake up,” Alec calls. Sara pauses.

“He will,” she agrees.)

Sara had graduated school early. Scott had been upset. He didn’t want to be separated from his twin. Her mom agreed. She felt fourteen to young to graduate without Scott.

Sara ran off, upset.

Her dad found her, sat with her while he watched the sky.

“Do you want to?” He’d asked.

“I do,” Sara replied.

She graduated that year and joined a high end archeology course, working part time as a peacekeeper once she turned sixteen to protect dig sites. She’d been happy babbling about her plans to anyone who listen.

Then her father was quietly discharged.

(“Koska take care of of you?” Her father asks, face flicking on her Omnitool.

“I can take care of myself,” Sara replies back, her gut twisting seeing her father’s face.

He’s alive.

“We got wounded sir,” Sara tells Alec. “And we can’t leave while the storm is so bad.”

“I have an idea,” her father says.

“Does it have to do with the building the cloud’s coming from?” Sara asks, craning her neck to see a black tower.”

“You really know your stuff Dr. Ryder,” Liam jokes. Sara chuckles.)

Doctor Sara Ryder. A name that would bring her to the stars.

A piece of paper she loved. A piece of paper that settled her future. She had more job offers then she knew what to do with, more options then ever before. She had a future.

Then her father was caught. AI research, illegal. Wrong.

A black mark.

The positions so eager to talk to her vanished. The options she had were gone.

Because of him.

Sara sat in SAM node, staring at the helmet.

(“We did it,” Sara breathes, standing on the deck of the alien structure they’d found as they explored Habitat 7.

“We did,” Alec says as he lays a hand on Sara’s shoulder. She doesn’t knock it down, instead turning to smile at her father who grins back. Then smoke rushes from the building, throwing the two apart.)

Alec Ryder is dead.

Sara feels the tears begin to fall.

[neves-trouble]

Mass Effect text posts: Andromeda edition

[unispiredunicorn2]

I'm finally able to share the story I did for @spectre-requisitions-exchange I've had a blank assignment and used it, and in all honestly am very proud of this piece. Check it out if you wish ❤️

Explicit Category: F/M Fandoms: Mass Effect: Andromeda Relationship: Harry Carlyle/Female Ryder | Sara Summary: When the cold moves into the bones, nothing feels like enough to chase it away. She was fine. She was always fine. She was a Pathfinder and she didn't get to be anything else. Harry, apparently, disagreed. Read on AO3

I Found

She was seven years old, and the lake had no bottom.

That was how she remembered it. Not the pier, not the other kids, not even the moment she went in. Just the water closing over her head and the sudden, terrible understanding that there was nothing beneath her feet anymore. That the world had been replaced with something cold and dark and indifferent, a silence that didn’t care about her at all.

Her arms knew what to do, at first. Kick, reach, pull toward the surface. But the cold moved into her muscles faster than she thought anything could move, and her small body spent everything it had in the first thirty seconds. She remembered the exact moment she stopped being able to fight it. The point where her arms had nothing left to give.

She remembered her throat burning.

She remembered thinking, with a strange and terrible clarity, that there was nothing left to be afraid of.

Then the arms.

They came from nowhere, and they were so certain, no hesitation, no fumbling. Just two arms that wrapped around her chest and pulled, and a voice that followed her all the way up through the dark water and back into the cold air above it.

I’ve got you. I’ve got you.

She had coughed half the lake onto the shore and looked up through streaming eyes at her father’s face. Alec Ryder, a man who almost never gave in to fear, had been afraid. She could see it even at seven. It was the most frightening and the most comforting thing she had ever seen. He was there, kneeling in the mud at the edge of the water with his arms still around her, solid and warm.

He was the sole reason she’d ever gone near water again.

He was the sole reason for a lot of things.

Was.

She still caught herself on it, over two years later. Like a step she kept missing in the dark. Alec had given his life for hers, had made that trade deliberately and without her vote, and she was still here, and he was not, and she still didn’t know what to do with that.