#ellen ryder

[anakliro]

they loved their children equally

#my art #mass effect andromeda #alec ryder #ellen ryder #this is what you get when your dads an n7

[crqstalite]

yk sometimes i briefly think abt the fact that with the twins being 22 theres a really high likelihood one or both graduated college/university right before they left for andromeda which makes me think that was the last big event they had with ellen.

do you think they cherish that photo in their new quarters? the last time their mother felt well enough to stand for a few minutes and embrace her children — whether or not alec was behind the camera or even there?

(sobs)

#mass effect andromeda #ellen ryder #ik for talis in particular she did a lot of her lab work with her mother #and so finally graduating with her degree #it meant a lot to her #and her mother was slowly becoming unable to work like she used to #more days when the lab was without her presence #her graduating right before departure #right before ellen fell unconscious #was this big bright moment for them before everything went to shit anyway

[ziskandra]

Fic: Crosstalk

Neither of them have been very good at conversations.

MASS EFFECT | ALEC/ELLEN | WORDS: 1359 | RATED: T (AO3 LINK.)

Alec.

We need to talk.

The text swims before his eyes. Despite his general lack of finesse when it comes to the world of social courtesies, Alec knows those words, together, are never followed by something positive or complimentary. There had once been a time when he didn't dread messages from his wife, but they've left those wonder years far behind. No longer is their relationship a welcome respite from the other pressures of life, but just another responsibility, demanding his attention.

Another way in which he fails to measure up.

There's a twinge of pain at his temple as he looks at Ellen's words again. He's just returned to the Citadel after a long journey, for God's sake. He doesn't need this. Not now. But is there ever an ideal time for these conversations?

His hands sweat unbearably in his gloves as he types out a response. What about?

Ellen's response is immediate, and the single word settles at the bottom of his stomach like an anchor forged from dread.

You.

This is it, isn't it? She's going to tell him she's leaving him, that she wants a divorce, that she doesn't love him anymore, that she never loved him in the first place—

Before he can stop himself, his mind races ahead, jumping from possibility to possibility, exponential calculations formed in the fraction of seconds. And yet every formulation brings him to the same conclusion: a world without Ellen. The thought knocks the wind from his lungs and it's suddenly difficult to breathe. What is happening to him?

He's so overwhelmed by his rapid-fire thoughts that he almost misses the ding announcing the arrival of another text.

And the kids.

Relief floods through his veins, and he hates it. Whatever's wrong with the twins, whatever Ellen needs of him, he's sure they can surmount the obstacle together. He might not be winning any father of the year awards any time soon, but he's confident in his capability to protect his kids. That's what a dad does.

It's only in hindsight that he realises the fact his mind didn't immediately jump to their children might've been a warning sign.

*

Upon his return to their apartment, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts into his nostrils. It's the real stuff, too, with honest-to-god Earth beans, not the reconstituted crap found on the average Alliance cruiser. Gratitude churns with anxiety in his gut: Ellen had always been so attentive to his preferences even as he struggled to remember the basic details like her favourite colour or birthday without outside assistance. "I'm home," he announces into the empty living room, the words foreign on his tongue. Truth be told, this place still doesn't feel like home—nowhere does. He's spent so much of his life in motion, he struggles to sit still, struggles still with grappling the concept of settling down, putting down roots. But Ellen had argued it wasn't good for the kids to move so much, not when they had other options.

So Ellen had taken the twins to the Citadel, and Alec... Alec visited when he could, feeling all the while more akin to an ungainly house guest than part of a family. He pushes that thought back down from wherever it had surfaced. There’s no point in dwelling upon his regrets, his mistakes: he’d be here all day, and he doesn't have the time to waste. Ellen doesn't respond immediately, but Alec doesn't mind it. It gives him a moment to re-examine his surroundings, all at once familiar yet foreign. He could've sworn the last time he was here there'd been more artwork on the walls (Sara had always been an avid painter), but the signs of other household inhabitants are around him nonetheless: an empty chocolate bar wrapper (Sara's sweet-tooth), a pair of muddy sneakers (Scott's? Maybe? They seemed large), a bottle of beer. Now, whose was that? Ellen didn't drink beer—at least, he'd never known her too. And surely the twins—

Wait, just how old were they again? Fatigue clouds his recollection as he feels his headache building, and he rubs angrily at his temple as though his own pain is just another enemy he can defeat. And then, from just outside the door in the hallway, the most beautiful sound in the world: his wife's voice. "There you are."

*

They settle down at the kitchen table, and with a shaking hand, Ellen places his coffee cup down before him. Now they're facing one another, it gives Alec his first opportunity to look at her, really look at her. He's immediately struck by how tired she seems. Neither of them are strangers to long nights, both of them the type of person to put in long hours when inspired by a new project, but this isn't the type of exhaustion from a few weeks of burning the midnight oil. It's stronger, deeper—the sort that permeates the very bones.

It's the sort of fatigue that even Alec can't ignore. He reaches across the table to hold her hand. "Ellen? What's wrong?" A slight smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but her eyes stay tired. "I didn't ask you here to talk about me." He immediately knows she's blowing him off, but he also knows better than to push the point for now. For all Ellen complains about his stubborn streak, she has a considerable one of her own. He takes a breath, and gives her hand a squeeze before withdrawing it to cup his drink, take a sip. The coffee helps. "Okay," he answers simply. "And the kids?" "They're alright. You know what teenagers are like. Well..." She trails off, her gaze drifting aside to the discarded beer bottle. "Adults now, too." He closes his eyes, tries to block anything but the aroma of coffee. Eighteen. Of course. His kids are eighteen.

He should've known. He should've known it would be about this. "Ellen," he starts.

Her tone lowers furiously. Dangerously. "You missed their birthdays." Despite himself, he gives into the impulse to jump to the defensive. "I sent a message—" Ellen's lips thin into a sharp line. "No. You promised you'd be here." "You know what work—" She interrupts again. "No! I'm sick of those same old excuses. I'm—" This time, she breaks off in middle of her own sentence into a series of hacking coughs.

But something in his head catches on those two words. I'm sick. The pieces of the puzzle fall into place. The way his hand reaches over the table this time could be more accurately described as a dive. Frantic, desperate. "Ellen," he repeats, more gently this time. "What's this really about?" She averts her gaze and it feels like a punch to the face. "I need to be sure," she whispers to the empty space by her side. "I need to be sure the twins will have their dad if anything happens to me." The final missing piece is in his hand, just waiting to be put down. But he doesn't want to. They're not ready. He's not ready.

They were supposed to have so much more time. And yet, he’s squandered it. All in the service of the Systems Alliance. And for what? He realises, too late, that all the medals in the world are not worth a fraction of just another more day spent beside his wife. "Are you going somewhere?" It's all he can bring himself to ask; his voice sounds distant to his own ears. "Not willingly." Her voice wavers, and Alec's had enough. He jumps to action, springing to his feet and bounding to the other side of the table to embrace his wife. To be where he belongs. "Ellen," he begins, "I'm so—" She shakes her head. "Don't. Don't say it. Don't say sorry. Just. Promise me, Alec. Promise me you'll take care of the twins." He can barely hear her words over his racing mind: even his innumerable previous calculations had never considered this. But he’s only human. Fallible.  He presses a kiss against her hair. "I promise," he says. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

#mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #mass effect andromeda #alec ryder x ellen ryder #alec ryder #ellen ryder #asha fic #written for the spectre requesitions exchange! #a great collection of mass effect rarepair fanworks <3

[katlakitty]

N7Month Challenge - Day 19: Volus + Day 20: Drone + Day 21: Omni-tool

Sara grinned and activated the band on her wrists that looked a little like the watch she had been wearing previously. But it was so much more than a watch as its activation caused an orange holographic interface to appear over the entire length of her forearm. She pressed a few buttons and waited for the other person to answer the call.

Scott's face appeared on another hologram hovering over the keyboard. He had the same wide grin on his face. "Look at you!"

"No, look at you!" Sara giggled. "You're hovering over my arm."

"You too! This is great," Scott lowered his voice and leaned closer to the camera.

"Just imagine, we can talk anytime, no matter where we are." Scott's smile grew mischievous.

"Dad said he can log into them and check what we're up to though." The smile on Sara's face was replaced by a small pout.

Scott on the other hand was still grinning. "Yeah, because he has time for that."

Sara couldn't deny Scott made a good point and the smile returned on her face. "Okay... what do you have in mind."

"They are way too young to have an Omni-tool, Alec." Ellen sighed to herself as she watched her two kids being dragged up to the apartment by a C-Sec officer. Granted, it wasn't the first time it happened and wouldn't be the last, but it was the first time they had made it into their communities news feed.

Ellen had to admire the skill that had been involved in their little heist. She didn't know which one of her troublemakers had discovered the hacking tool on the omni-tool, but one of them had hacked a drone and had sent it into a shop. The shop owner hadn't been too pleased with the drone harassing him out of nowhere and had called C-Sec, causing a larger than necessary operation. As the C-Sec officer explained to her, the Volus thought someone was trying to steal his shop's secrets.

She would have a long talk with the twins later and she would make sure they both did community service for it. She would also have to limit their Omni-Tool's function. No way her kids were responsible enough to have access to a hacking tool.

You can find a collection of all my N7 Month drabbles on AO3.

#n7month #mass effect #drabble #oneshot #mass effect andromeda #ryder twins #sara ryder #scott ryder #ellen ryder #citadel #my writing

[clairedelune-13]

Head Writer:: Alright, for this new ME game, we need Ryder to be different from Shepard.

Someone: Let’s give them Daddy Issues.

Head Writer: … Anything else?

Someone: … Mommy issues?

#but am i wrong #ryder twins #alec ryder #ellen ryder #daddy issues #mommy issues #mass effect andromeda

[bluerose5]

The Ryder Family through Alec's eyes.

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #scott ryder #sara ryder #ellen ryder #custom ryder #bluerose games #bluerose screenshots

[mass-effect-anonymous]

CONFESSION

I always make Ryder a biotic of some sort. Given Ellen Ryder's work and exposure to eezo, it only makes sense that the Ryder twins would have been biotics from it.

#Mass Effect Anonymous #Mass Effect Confession #BioWare #Mass Effect Andromeda #Ryder Twins #Ellen Ryder

[bellamer]

The only thing that's shit about Mass Effect Andromeda is that no matter what race you make Ryder and their sibling, them being white will always be the default. Instead of making it blatantly clear that Alec and their mom are obviously their biological parents despite being white, they should have kept it ambiguous and up to the player, in case the player didn't make their Ryder white.

#mass effect andromeda #alec ryder #ryder mass effect #ellen ryder #mass effect #antiblackness

[writingallthetimee]

this type of photo of them >>>>

#sigourney weaver #winona ryder #alien resurrection #aliens #ellen ripley #annalee call #ripley 8 #frankiespeaks #im in love with their height difference you don't understand

[legendarytragedynacho]

Winona Ryder by Ellen von Unwerth

#winona ryder #ellen von unwerth #actress #fashion model #movies #tv #movie star #tv stars #tv series #beauty

[jurassicass]

Show me ripley and call on earth after resurrection 🔫

#my art #alien art #alien resurrection fanart #alien resurrection #aliens #alien #ripley 8 #ellen ripley fanart #ellen ripley art #ripley x call #ripley #ellen ripley #annalee call #call #fanart #xenomorph #sigourney weaver #winona ryder #call x ripley #wlw art

[grayisblogging]

they kiss on the mouth

#👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 #alien #winona ryder #sigourney weaver #alien resurrection #ellen ripley #annalee call #mine

[fadedday]

Winona Ryder in 1994 photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth

more

#ellen von unwerth #winona ryder #nudephotography #artistic nude #art nude #photographic nude #black and white

[ziskandra]

Fic: Between the Lines

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda

Relationship: Alec Ryder/Ellen Ryder

Summary: Upon the Initiative's arrival in a brand new galaxy, Alec Ryder's worst fear comes to pass.

Tags: Alec Ryder Lives, Ryder Family Secrets, Dysfunctional Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Unreliable Narrator, Character Study, POV Alternating

Rating: T

Words: 3359

Excerpt:

Read the rest on AO3

#mass effect #me: andromeda #mass effect fanfic #alec ryder #ellen ryder #alec x ellen #written for au exchange 2022 #asha fic

[handsg0ld]

#alien resurrection #jean pierre jeunet #sigourney weaver #ellen ripley #winona ryder #call #science fiction #sci fi

[a-state-of-bliss]

Winona Ryder by Ellen Von Unwerth (1994)

#fashion #winona ryder #ellen von unwerth