back into the tempest

adelatur  asked:

Am I currently rereading An Ever Fixed Mark in the desperate hope that it will give me inspiration for my own fics? Yes. Am I horrified afresh at all of the impropriety in which Elizabeth and Col.Fitz are engaging? You know I am :)

Haha, just for that, I present to you a new little outtake, “In which Colonel Fitzwilliam and Miss Bennet Engage in Blatant Improprieties.”

Also good luck with your fics!!! I hope mine have proven to be at least a little helpful. 

Dark Shakespeare Sequels
  • Thirteenth Night: Malvolio’s Revenge
  • Much Ado 2: Kill Claudio
  • The Merchant of Menace
  • As You Don’t Like It 
  • The Scary Wives of Windsor: The Fall of Falstaff
  • The Tempest 2: Hurricane Miranda 
  • Richard III 2: Back from Bosworth (feat. zombie Richard)
  • A Midsummer Nightmare: Attack on Titania  

AU where Alec lives and has to deal with his son flirting shamelessly with Reyes

“HE’S A SMUGGLER, SCOTT. LOOSE MORALS AND EVERYTHING.”

“Yea I know isn’t he great”

Or like

“Should I go? Seems like you’re the type who’d enjoy the chase.”

“YOUNG MAN, STOP THAT EMBARRASSING NONSENSE RIGHT NOW OR YOU’LL FIND YOURSELF ON A ONE WAY TRIP BACK TO THE TEMPEST. I CAN’T BELIEVE– OH MY GOD ITS WORKING”

Comes back trashed after Sloane’s party

“Dad… dad listen… listen dad…. reyes found super old whiskey.. .. we stole it!!! We stole it from the crabby queen!! *whispers loudly* anD WE DRANK IT”

“i dont know which one of you I need to kill first”

More extended banter with my Ryder (Erika)

Jaal: So Liam, I’m still confused about the nonspecific erogenous zones.

Ryder: Yikes! 

Liam: *coughing* Um, maybe now’s not the time?

Jaal: Why not? I have no shame about my relationship with Ryder.

Liam: Yes, but we consider that private…like…Oh! Like how Angara never ever talk publicly about being sick like the other day.

Jaal: Liam, conversation over.

Ryder: Wait, wait, you were sick? THAT’S why you said you couldn’t come over? Are you okay? Do I need to take you back to the ship? Should I talk to Sahuna get some medicine or something to help?

Jaal: I’m fine, there is no need.

Liam: Ah, forgot to mention, sickness in humans usually breeds worry and lots of care taking.

Ryder: I can take you back to the Tempest if you need, Lexi’s been talking to some Angaran doctors -

Jaal: I. Am. Fine.

Ryder: You do look a little flushed. Liam, take the wheel. 

Liam: RYDER.

Ryder: *leans back and touches Jaal’s forehead* You feel feverish. 

Jaal: Perhaps it is because we are on a hot planet. Please, darling one, I’m fine…though your concern is…touching.

Ryder: *unconvinced* Oookay, but if you start to feel bad just let me know, you can even give me one of those shocks if it’s uncomfortable to say it aloud. I don’t want you overdoing it. 

Liam: Look, this is really touching and everything but can you please take the wheel back.

I honestly want a special All Stars season of Drag Race with all the queens that were eliminated first because I wanna see more from a lot of them? Porkchop’s been the butt of a lot of jokes in the show so like can they bring her back and give her another chance? And Kelly Mantle and Tempest Dujour totally deserve to  show their talents?? Can we have this please?

ME:A Companions Reactions

Mass Effect Andromeda companions reactions to the Pathfinder having a meltdown after everything they’ve been through.

Liam: Shit, he knew this was coming. After everything they had been through? He’s surprised that it hasn’t happened sooner. He sits with them, their backs propped up against the wall, beers in hand as he just listens to them talk and cry. He puts a hand on their shoulder, offering support and telling them how he admires how far they have come. If romanced: He scoots over and scoops them almost into his lap, squeezing them closely as their chest heaves in sobs, and he rubs their back as he starts telling stories of his past to try and get their mind off of things.

Cora: She makes sure to get them somewhere calm and quiet, and gets them to sit down and rest. Her commando training kicks in and she uses this to get them to breath in, and out. In and out. She recites Sarissa’s manuals calmly and softly until the Pathfinder calms down at least a little, and Cora tells them how proud she is of how they are doing at this job, especially with not having any training whatsoever. Their father picked them for a reason; they can do this. If romanced: she wraps her arms around their chest, hugging them gently. After they calm down a bit, she takes their hand and drags them to her room on the Tempest and has them help her water the plants. It’s not much, but it’s at least relaxing.

Vetra: Oh, no. She’s seen this before. She remembered when Sid had a breakdown after losing mom and dad left. After doing a lot of hunting and digging, she manages to find a package of the Pathfinders favorite cookies and brings them to a nice spot on Kadara, overlooking the scenery. They sit and talk about anything and everything; their lives before the Initiative, their parents, their plans and dreams. If Romanced: Vetra spends all evening making their favorite meal (somewhat butchering it, but the Pathfinder still loves it) and they sit down and watch a movie together. A sappy, romantic thing that lets the Pathfinder let out their emotions and be able to blame it on the movie, all while Vetra hugs them to her side.

Peebee: Uh oh…it’s finally happening, huh? She sometimes forgets everything Ryder has been through. But she’s not really good at the whole…weepy, supportive thing. She knows what helps her, though! So she drags the Pathfinder to her escape pod and they create a zero gravity environment and just float, letting all their pain and worries drift away. If Romanced: After they spend a lot of time just floating, she takes the Pathfinder to their quarters and they enjoy some…stress relief together, after which they just lay together, silently holding and supporting each other, no words needed.

Drack: Oh, jeez. He knew this was coming. He can’t blame the kid; they’ve been through a lot. He thumps them on the shoulder and drags them out to Kadara, where he has set up a shooting range with various targets, many of which are canisters that explode. While they are both shooting, he gives them a talking to about how tough life can be, but he knows how tough they are (for a human) and that they’ll get through it. After a lot of ammo and a lot of explosions, they share a lot of drinks together at Kralla’s Song.

Jaal: Poor Ryder! He cannot believe how they have been holding this in for so long; it’s a surprise they haven’t fallen apart even sooner. He drags them to their quarters and makes them sit down and talk it all out; he refuses to leave until they have gotten everything of their chest. He feels so sorry for all they have been through that even he shares some tears with them, and they spend hours together just talking and letting everything out. If Romanced: He holds them in his arms, stroking their soft hair as they shake and sob. When they finally cry themselves out, they are stretched out on the Pathfinder’s bed, Jaal stroking their cheek and looking lovingly into their eyes. He asks them about everything; their live before they game to Andromeda, their family, their childhood. It’s a long night, but by the end of it they both feel so much better.

Kallo: He isn’t surprised; they’ve been through so much. He isn’t sure how to make them feel better, but eventually gets an idea! He finds a large area of open space and has them come over so that they can fly the Tempest around themselves. He stands behind them, a hand on their shoulder as he instructs them what they have to do. By the end of it, the Pathfinder has a huge grin on their face, and they give Kallo a huge hug (that is returned a little awkwardly).

Suvi: Oh, she feels so bad for them. She meets them in their quarters and makes them a nice cup of her favorite tea (some of the last she has) and she makes them sit and drink it to calm down a bit. She doesn’t know quite what to do, so she launches off on all of the things they have learned about the life in Andromeda. Plants, creatures, even the rocks, she explains everything until the Pathfinder calms down, smiling into their cup of tea. If Romanced: She holds them on the couch, sipping their tea and she reads to them out of the book she is currently reading. Ryder just loves to listen to her voice, and eventually they drift off, tucked against Suvi’s shoulder as she continues reading out loud, stroking their back.

Gil: Well, shit. Had to come eventually. Well, the only thing that can solve this is alcohol and a lot of cards. He takes them out on the town, and they spend the evening playing cards against each other, dancing, and just enjoying themselves to get their minds off of everything. If Romanced: After they enjoy their night out on the town, they go back on the Tempest and Gil takes through the rounds of what he does to take care of the ship, and Ryder sits happily (and somewhat intoxicated) watching him as he waves his arms around, happily describing everything. Eventually they end up in each other’s arms, dancing to music that only they can hear.

Bonus!:

Reyes: When they stumble into his room, he can immediately tell something is wrong. When they collapse on the couch next to him, head in their hands, he leans forward and orders some of their best whiskey, and they share a few drinks as the Pathfinder just talks about everything that has gone wrong so far. Reyes listens quietly, putting a hand on their shoulder in silent support; he knows how hard life can be out here. If Romanced: He wraps them in his arms and stands them up, softly dancing to music (a lot slower than the music that is playing), swaying side to side. After Ryder cries themselves out, they fall asleep with their head in Reyes’ lap on the couch, and he sends a message to make sure no one disturbs them for the next hour or so as he lets them rest, running his hand through their hair.

Avela: She feels so bad for the Pathfinder, and here she is asking even more of them. They’ve been through so much, it hardly seems fair. The next time Ryder visits, she takes them on a small tour through the museum, talking softly about all the pieces they have gathered. If Romanced: She takes Ryder on a tour through Aya, taking them to her favorite spots, letting them see all the grace and beauty of their city. They find a nice spot by a waterfall and Avela surprised them with fresh fruit, which they share together as they listen to the sound of the water. Ryder talks to Avela about everything, what they’ve been through, their stress, all they’ve lost. Avela wraps them in a hug and they sit there, silently enjoying their time together.

the way i play me:a
  • someone on the nexus, probably: Did Ryder just...land, look around, get back on the ship, and fly back out to space?
  • docking bay manager: oh, yes, probably forgot to check her email before landing. don't worry, she'll be back in like five minutes.
Velaris (Part 2): Nineteen Years Trapped

Series Summary: “Protect Velaris. Protect each other. I love you all.” With Rhys’ final words, the shields around Velaris rise, trapping the Inner Circle inside for fifty years. This series follows Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren as they struggle to adapt and fulfill Rhys’ final request.

Part 1: Four Years Trapped

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My Other Ficlettes: An Elucien Epilogue || What Rises from the Ashes || Alone in the Townhouse (NSFW Nessian) || Alone in the Garden (NSFW Elucien)|| Nessian: The Mating (NSFW Nessian) || Nessian The Mating: Part 1, The Wedding || Nessian The Mating: Part 2, The Cabin (NSFW) || The Poison in the Wound  || A Cure for Nightmares (NSFW Manorian)

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anonymous asked:

We always have characters being seduced to the Dark side, but could you write something the other way? Like a Sith, Qui-Gon, Quinlan, Anakin, the one you want, switching side for Obi-Wan, for example? It's not easy, every body is suspicious, but if it's the price to pay to have Obi-Wan....Well, they can learn to love puppies, flowers, and other things like that!

The first time Knight Kenobi brings back an awkward, stuttered report of an encounter with the Sith Lord Tempest, student to Tyranus, no one is quite sure how to respond. The Sith lord had found the knight amusing and cute and had let him go back home, had even let the Jedi finish his mission.

They put it down to luck.

What else is the council suppose to do!?

The second…knight Kenobi comes home flushed and covered in hickies. His hands are twisting together as he relays the story.

Its awkward, this is a boy most of them seen grow up, being chubby cheeked and bubbling in the Force. They really don’t want to hear about him being pinned to a tree and snogged. Or worse.

Yoda gives the young knight a long look before sighing and going, whatever the Force wills will come.

Yeah, that’s not the only thing that comes.

Obi-Wan gives them a wide eyed look the third time he comes back from a mission where he encountered Darth Tempest, a dark flush and several fresh hickies covering his neck. They spare themselves the details this one time.

()()()

“This is such a horrible idea.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly as he held even tighter onto the elegant and callused hand in his, following the young knight into the Jedi temple.

His yellow eyes lazily traced the shapes of Jedi he had vaguely seen before, freezing at the sight of Tempest himself in their temple. It made him smirk a little bit.

“You said you’d come, for my sake.” Obi-Wan implored.

“Yes well, you did promise me a few things I couldn’t quite reject.” Qui-Gon drawled, leering a bit.

Obi-Wan flushed and a few Jedi bristled. Oh let them think it was sex they were talking about. Better that then let them know Obi-Wan had basically seduced him with the offer of baked goods and couch cuddles.

Yes, that was better, seduced to the light side by sex.

Not cake and a pair of warm arms that would hold him…and the hair pettings, never forget the hair pettings.

fancifultrash  asked:

I'm always weak for Scott and Reyes so you successfully baited me congrats. What about Scott doing something incredibly stupid on Kadara and coming back to the slums with a pissed off and worried Reyes? Cue Scott being super endeared yet annoyed since he's usually the one stressed out over the others stupid ideas.

This was cute. It’s about 1200 words so I’ll put most of it under a read more. Thanks for the prompt!


Reyes hunched forward, his elbows on his knees and his brow creased in concentration. He touched a finger to his earpiece, “I repeat: Aguila 1, do you have eyes on the objective?”

Again, only static answered, punctuated by the stutter of distant gunfire. Reyes willed himself to remain calm but before he could broadcast again, there was crackle of distortion, “Copy, Charlatan. I have eyes on the prize but it’s getting pretty hairy out here. We’re about a click, click and a half east of the base, it’s– it’s an ambush set up but–”

“Aquila, I’m losing you,” Reyes said. More shots. His hands curled into fists as he tried to stuff down the rising swell of panic in his throat. He couldn’t let his scout hear it, “What’s the Pathfinder’s status? Aguila, can you read me?”

“Ryder looks like he’s– and there’s another drop ship arriving, I can see it coming over the–Roekaar, definitely—” the connection was getting worse, Aguila’s voice was barely audible over the static. The Roekaar must have been using jammers, or they were on the other side of the spiny ridge of mountains near the base and the signal was blocked. Either way, Reyes was struggling to get the full picture. What he did know, sounded bad.

He swore under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. His mind raced as he tried to pull enough threads together formulate a plan, but there was nothing he could grasp for; he didn’t know exactly where they were, couldn’t pin down Aguila’s transponder location, and didn’t have any patrols in the area east of the rebel base that could immediately assist.

“The turian– down, it looks like– going after her, that dumb son of a bitch is going to–visual confirmation has been lost, I repeat–”

“Stay with him, Aguila. I need eyes on the Pathfinder, don’t let me down,” Reyes urged. His pulse was jumping, his heart hammering at his ribs.

“Negative, Charlatan–too hot, I’m pulling back to point–” the line crackled for a final time, “–see you back in port. Try not to hate me too much.”

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