Since the Angara are pretty open in terms of emotions I can imagine how perplexed they would be over how humans would use flowers to convey hidden meanings to their lovers/family/enemies.
Jaal would ask who decided what meant what, when it started, and why ‘tip toe’ around your affections for another? He’d spend an eternity figuring out the various kinds of flowers and their meanings, somehow roping Vetra into snagging a few flowers brought over from the milky way. Secretly whenever Ryder has an awful stressful day and she walks into her room- tons of flowers nestled neatly into little vases (blame Lexi who thought it best if they were in vases to keep them alive a little longer) all over her desk and nightstand. Some are known to her. Red roses: passionate love, Asters: contentment, Yellow Tulips: Hopelessly in love.
And then there are the odd ones. Flowers and plants unknown to even humans. Vivid in color and alien in nature similar to the Angara. When she sees Jaal next she asks him about the strange flowers in her room. Warmly Jaal is all too eager to tell her about them, about how each one represents a deeper part of oneself- each petal signaling a year of one’s life in motion. The pain, the hope, the devotion, the courage, youth, stubbornness, and pure joy she brings to him. He then explains to her his people don’t have meanings for each flower like humans do but those flowers- vivid blues and pale white, those called to him and in turn reminded him of her. And the longer he looked at each petal, each speckle and vein running through them, he could see everything he loved about her in them.
So I’ve been thinking more about Scott and Sara and their relationships with their parents, especially after getting so many great responses to this post.
I’m thinking now that Scott might be a problem child? In your first convo with Lexi on the tempest, if you pick the casual option when she tells you about Harry, if you’re Sara, you say something like “He’ll regret that, Scott’s a handful”, and if you’re Scott you say something like “He knows Sara’s the good one”.
one week before hyperion reaches habitat 7, the pathfinder team is brought out of cryogenic stasis. their first obstacle: shouldering the weight of what they’ve left behind.
scott ryder/liam kosta. 5886 words, sfw, falling in love over improper use of the tempest group chat. written for fun 15 days before andromeda’s launch so everything is Probably Very Wrong
DISCLAIMER: this fic is not based explicitly on the andromeda gameplay that’s been revealed so far, but there are still a few canon bits hidden here and there. if you don’t want to read spoilers then please don’t read.
The first thing Liam
Kosta thinks after six-hundred years of cryogenic stasis is: Am I awake?
And then, when it’s
apparent that he is: We made it, right? Did we make it?
And after that he
isn’t thinking much of anything but thank God, thank God– are the others–?
Oh my God, thank God, because no amount of experience in the field could
really prepare anybody for something like this, and they’d known that going in.
What kind of Sara will you play as? Also, I love your Mass Effect pieces, looking forward to seeing what you think up next! :D
Thanks for asking, Crimsonn87:)! Unlike my tired, old soldier Shepherd who sacrificed everything to keep the galaxy just before the fall, I want my Sara to be bright, passionate and playful:)! My Shepard would be the same If she didn’t needa go through the war, tho. And I‘m looking forward to sharing all beautiful meme, thoughts and arts related to MASS EFFECT again with our fandom, too!! Rejoice!!!!
@scientistsalarian asked #4. “Shut up and kiss me” for Sara/Vetra from this ask list. - 10/10 ask list if anyone wants to check it out and reblog it.
Soft classical music that Sid had recommended to her played in the background of the room and candles, real candles that she’d managed to get from some obscure store on Kadara, stood lit on the table, casting a soft glow over the plates of food, some napkins and cutlery that were laid out almost professionally on the top of the table.
Vetra had refrained from cooking this time. After what had happened the last time she’d tried to, she figured it best she brought in a professional. And by professional she meant someone who actually knew about and was able to eat levo food. Lucky for her, Drack owed her a favour and was also the best cook on the ship.
The pyjak had been wrestled from the room, Sara’s rodent had been placed in the kitchen and Cora had authorised SAM’s logs to be turned off so that the two of them would actually be alone and have peace for once.
Vetra wasn’t even wearing the armour she practically lived in, swapping it instead for one of the two casual outfits she had on the ship - the less formal of the two. The two of them had had such a trying time recently – from death panics and injuries to betrayals and traps - that they just really needed a moment of peace before running back into the firefight.
@anoasisinawasteland‘s fic request “if you could do anything about
Team Legends - being domestic/arguing on the ship… - going on a vacation and
wrecking havoc, being the adorable, nerdy fuck ups. Time Mum and Dad being
disappointed but also joining in on the fun. - Gideon’s pov over the team. Like
a day in the life of Gideon and how she sees and reacts to the team” (LoT
i’m so sorry it took so long ! i’ve been swamped with work and stuff and i was hesitating between writing this and a gideon’s pov fic. - the latter will definitely happen at some point, because I absolutely love the idea.
hopefully you’ll like it!
“This is a bad idea.”
Jax shared an eye roll with Sara, both groaning
loudly. From where he was leaning against Rip’s office doorframe, Ray frowned,
miffed, while Nate pouted at his feet, his arms crossed in petulance. Amaya
threw them a look before turning to Mick, the latter responding to her cocked
eyebrow with a low grumble. Martin, unlike the others, didn’t seem undeterred
nor peeved by the Time Master’s constant pessimism.
“Have a bit of faith, Captain,” Martin insisted, his
grin hopeful. Rip responded by cocking an eyebrow, his expression unmoved, “We
arse all responsible adults, aren’t we?”
“I beg to differ,” Rip muttered, gaze darting from one
person to the other.
Sara Bareilles to many is known as singer who belts out hits like “Love Song” and “Brave”. Sara’s music library is wide and diverse, providing plenty of opportunity to explore different vocal styling. This musical diversity allowed for Sara to become quite versatile as a vocalist and her skill, although underrated, is quite apparent.