DimensionalSpades

selective indie horror and scifi multimuse

[dimensionalspades]

DimensionalSpades ;; trauma, grief, and attempting to connect to others despite that. Highly Selective variety multimuse featuring muses from sci fi, horror, and video games. Mostly canon compliant with quite a bit of influence from headcanons.

I do not tolerate Gen AI in any form

Hey! I'm Col (30, they/he), I've been writing for over 15 years and I'll be writing forever. I am disabled and that can affect my activity, but I am always around on discord and IMs.

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Additional Blog: @vcrso

Quick and dirty muse list under the cut!

OCs:

Aelmythe Rua'Dwyn || bg3 tav || verses Arlynn Ward || fandomless || verses Kalais de Riva || Rook || verses Pasiphos || fandomless || verses

Primary: Julian Bashir || Star Trek: Deep Space Nine || verses Sova || Valorant || verses

Secondary:

Aziraphale || Good Omens || verses Daud || Dishonored || verses Halsin Silverbough || Baldur's Gate 3 || verses Soldier: 76 || Overwatch || verses

Request:

Gurney Halleck || Dune || verses Leon S. Kennedy || Resident Evil || verses Vittorio Toscano || Dead by Daylight || verses

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Hello my delightful dears, hope you spend today with friends and family in love and eating good food!

I have mostly finished my new blog over at @fractalspades! Feel free to follow! I won't take it personal if you don't want to. There's still some stuff I need to finish but I'll be around more there soon. ♥

[dimensionalspades]

Hello my delightful dears, hope you spend today with friends and family in love and eating good food!

I have mostly finished my new blog over at @fractalspades! Feel free to follow! I won't take it personal if you don't want to. There's still some stuff I need to finish but I'll be around more there soon. ♥

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Hello I know I vanished and I am so sorry for that! I realized that I really need to pare down my muse and follow lists just for my own comfort and mental. I just took on too many muses and overwhelmed myself.

Right now the plan is that I'll be moving to a new blog entirely (which I'm so sorry for, I don't like moving), and the muses coming over will be Sova (Valorant), Victor (Deadlock), Arlynn (fandomless), and Halsin (bg3), maybe one or two others. Thank you for your patience!

In the meantime, I can always be found at @vcrso for Expedition 33 related shenanigans!

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@dreamsofalife said: Welp. Considering it's his birthday, Shy has a gift to bestow. It's a 17,000,000 year old Mantis nymph encased in amber! "I remembered that you liked insects, and I know this is a little grim, but I found it and immediately thought of you."

. Julian held it up with a spark in his eyes that could brighten the galaxy itself. Giddiness was like a blanket over him as he turned the small gift in his hands.

"Shy!" He laughed, fingers smoothing over the surface. The preservation was beautiful, the mantis nearly alive in its encasement. "Not grim at all! This is beautiful!" His arms swung around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, careful of the amber still held in his hand. "Anything bug related will always be a win in my book."

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I just wanna know who went up to Ascent 45,000 miles in the air to put up an ad for Mary's single. Like fair enough it's a good song but who tf is up in the bombed out chunk of Venice advertising

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@dimensionalspades wished upon a Shooting Star!

The smell of the oven's handiwork undoubtedly travelled down the protocol's hallways at the ripe hours of three in the morning, the kitchen preoccupied by none other than Clove themselves monitoring their late night treats and thus far eluding the attention from Valorant's fellow night owls. Troubled by their lack of exhaustion and a small, peckish stomach, they found themselves in the kitchen making their usual peanut butter brownie recipe that was more of a Tiktok ripoff than anything authentically important but authenticity didn't matter when their appetite was concerned.

Crouched in front of the oven they watched as their simple mix began to bake into their late night treat, completely engulfed in their own anticipation with blue eyes fastened on the gradually growing brownies that they hadn't heard footsteps until they were close enough to click with the kitchen tile. Blinking, they glance behind them and grin at the first sight of one of Valorant's very small population of blonds. Really, how was that possible?

"Reckon ya couldn't sleep either, big guy?"

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. He liked to think he practiced what he preached, but the truth was he was just as bad as the others when it came to insomnia. Sometimes it was nightmares, sometimes it was just a restlessness that sent little bolts of discomfort up his arms and legs. Thankfully, just the latter for the night.

An hour in the shooting range usually helped, monotonously firing arrows at targets- trying to tire his limbs out enough. With the dummy prosthetic in, it gave him enough challenge to keep his brain occupied enough to not wander. And yet, he was still awake afterwards- just hungry.

Catching the smell of something sweet, Sova poked his head in, singular eye looking over the scene for a moment.

"No." He took a spot at the table, sitting heavily and watching them survey their work. "What are you making? It smells very sweet."

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Or, perhaps, the paladin’s assailant was standing right next to him, playing coy, pretending to be concerned, withholding the vital information that he had been responsible for knocking his lights out, for inflicting the abrasion... It had all been in self-defense — if one could call it that. Luran had genuinely mistaken the half-elf for an illithid, or a thrall, or some other minion, and in blind panic, attempted to bash his skull in — thank the gods, he’d been unsuccessful. Back on the nautiloid, the high-elf had never given it a second thought, figured they’d all perish in the crash anyway, but now... Here was to hoping his companion would never regain the memories of that particular... confrontation...

Fortunately, the other didn’t squander too much time ruminating, speculating, what, or rather who, was to blame for decking him, and diverted their attention to the elephant in the room. Or should he say: the mind flayer parasite squirming in their heads...

‘Yep. I don’t know much about these brain wrigglers, but I have a feeling they will be quite obdurate when it comes to our endeavours to evict them — after all, these monsters crawled into an orifice they shouldn’t’ve been able to crawl into...’ Luran muttered, gently massaging the eye that had endured the housing of his tiny, tentacled comrade...

The elf skimmed their environs with his unobstructed eye. The lands were foreign to him, but he could hear the susurrations of the sea — perhaps there was a settlement, or a fishing village nearby?

‘D’you reckon there’s anything worth salvaging among the wreckage of that accursed mind flayer ship? Or just more trouble?’

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. The face he pulled was one of minor disgust. What a way to recall that. It wasn't wrong- maybe it was just any attention called to the worms.

He called on divine power through an oath of vengeance, not fealty, but there was still something especially defiling about housing an ilithid's parasite. It rankled his oath, like a sharp nail driven into his skull demanding the satisfaction of vengeance.

"More trouble, but I wouldn't mind finding some," he replied. There was an almost pleasant settling, his mind already accepting that the pair were, at least, allies; driven by the same purpose. Traveling together seemed almost a given. "Not my oath, but my pride would appreciate the ability to give back."

Moving, a hand motioned for Luran to follow. "I'm not familiar with the area, but the pathways tell me there's settlements around." He was more familiar with the northern parts of Faerûn, but he was no slouch about making his way in unfamiliar landscapes.

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I tested Verso here, but I'm going ahead and giving him his own blog! @vcrso

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If you wanna know how bad my sense of direction is, @mcnoco watched my entire first playthrough of COE33 and about 1/4 of her commentary was "you're going back towards the entrance again"

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@healingbrews said: "i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there." [For Verso, with a mildly injured Hinoka]

- safety || accepting -

. The gash along his calf was already healing up, agitation still lingering in his mind about how completely he had misread the nevron's attack. Though he had been moving in effort to keep Hinoka safe, he couldn't quite blame it on that. He'd just been careless (not that he could ever admit that aloud, lest Monoco hear it from across the world). His lips pulled to the side, eyes narrowing at the wound.

He'd gotten used to the sight of his painted skin sealing back up, leaving nothing behind but a bare spot on his leg where the hair would need time to grow back. But now he needed to figure out the best way to repair the boot; far more of a loss, he liked these.

"Only some of us can afford to lose our heads," he replied with a grin. Blue eyes moved in sweeps, checking her for injury and finding she hadn't come out unscathed. "Need to sit?" I've got bandages or a tincture on me somewhere." He motioned to the spot beside him on the ground, overlooking the vast sea their camp overlooked.

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@audaciious said: "I won't let anything happen to you." (for Verso, teehee)

- safety || accepting -

. He could feel where the uniform was tacky, clinging to him like a second skin between the salt spray of the stone wave cliffs and his own blood. He knew how close he was to the edge, pushed there by the creature's ambush, and with blood blinding his eyes, he was tempting death either by creature or cliffs. He stepped back to regain his balance and swung in a wide arc- he could feel only the tip barely swiping the beast. He lifted his blade to parry an anticipated blow-

The thing's metallic groan cut short and he shifted his weight; still on his feet. Something latched onto his arm and he grabbed back without thinking, hearing Mel's little chuckle.

"I had him where I needed him," came the confident little reply, undercut by the fact that his grip on her shoulder was iron and he unsteady- the gash along his forehead was still freely oozing blood. One hand moved to blindly swipe the kerchief she always wore, wiping blood away from his eyes before he pressed it to his forehead. "Or, where you needed him, I suppose. But thank you for the timely intervention."

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Expedition 33 has consumed me when I'm not working on renovation. I'm skeptical of some narrative decisions so I'm hoping the ending can bring it home for me.

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No, game, I don't want to go to the Stone Wave Cliffs I don't WANT to lose Gustave I don't care if I'm getting my baby boy Verso I love Gustave

[therapardalis]

By now, Julian knew her very well. Miles would tell him 'well, the offer's open', Kira would give him a worried look, but leave him be. Garak would tap a steeple of scaly grey fingers, then set about investigating who and what might have been troubling the doctor's mind.

Thera was a Big Gun - second only to Jadzia (third, if you counted Sisko, but he was still a little high on the chain). Semi-notorious herself for closing off and locking doors, this might have been just another normal invite ... if not for her arriving at his doorstep instead of over the comm. If not for the casual lean in the doorway that said he could refuse, but she would want to know why.

Really why, not a platitude. She saw through those because she used them, too.

"Yeah." Quiet, poking over a spring roll before picking it up off the plate, "I know what you mean." He'd seen her psych file, after all, "But sometimes those roads don't go anywhere."

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. His exhale was a sharp little thing, lips pulled to the side as he stared at nothing, eyes following the flecks of imperfections in the carpet, arms tucked into his lap. He never really knew what to do in conversations like these. Thera knew him well enough and her stubbornness met his own with energy to spare. There was a certain trepidation about being here, now, still trying to push through and say what was bothering him instead of asking her to join him in the holosuite for a hike or just to sit in silence at the conservatory.

"I always thought it was so brave when other personnel who'd been through the worst experiences went back to work." Fingers toyed with the loose thread at the knee of his uniform. "I realize it's just the routine." There was a moment where he looked at her face, sure she was familiar with what he meant. She'd been through enough to commiserate. "If I don't have something to do I feel like there's something crawling under my fingernails."

[miyku]

Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | ▶ dev. Sandfall Interactive

[dimensionalspades]

Expedition 33 has consumed me when I'm not working on renovation. I'm skeptical of some narrative decisions so I'm hoping the ending can bring it home for me.