FractalSpades

Arlynn (OC) Kalais (OC) Sova (Valorant) Victor (Deadlock)

[fractalspades]

FRACTALSPADES ;; highly selective indie multimuse. Deck stacked by Col (he/they, 30+). Medium activity.

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Other blog: @vcrso (expedition 33)

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM PROJECT HAIL MARY *  assorted dialogue from the book by andy weir, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

human beings have a remarkable ability to accept the abnormal and make it normal.

it'll be interesting to see how this plays out.

glad i could be part of it.

evolution is lazy.

i guess this is it.

your face is leaking.

i will miss you.

you're my friend. heck, you're my best friend.

we have figured this out.

got to love computers. they do all the thinking for you so you don't have to.

another day, another staff meeting.

who would have thought saving the world could be so boring?

does that mean it's not no? is that another yes?

you're not alone. neither of us are.

sometimes the stuff we all hate ends up being the only way to do things.

i'm a scientist!

now we're getting somewhere!

time for me to use science.

i'm hungry.

what's your name?

are all russians crazy?

when stupid ideas work, they become genius ideas.

do you believe in god?

i know it's a personal question.

it's like he's inviting us to explore the universe.

if i had a nickel for every time i wanted to smack a kid's parents for not teaching them even the most basic things... well... i'd have enough nickels to put in a sock and smack those parents with it.

this is happy!

your face opening is in sad mode.

we're pretty untrustworthy, but i don't want him to know that.

i'm smart enough to know that i'm stupid. that's progress.

you poked it with a stick?

it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.

work fast.

first i have to wait for my computer to wake up.

fist my bump.

usually you're not stupid.

once again, i'm struck by melancholy.

i have to save humanity first. stupid humanity. getting in the way of my hobbies.

oh thank god. i can't imagine explaining sleep to someone who had never heard of it.

if i can't do it for a while, i go insane and eventually die.

no need for concern.

we're as smart as evolution made us.

we're the minimum intelligence needed to ensure we can dominate our planet.

i spend a lot of time un-suiciding this suicide mission.

that's not creepy at all.

wait a minute! am i a guinea pig?

it's not like that.

no. you cannot die. you are my friend.

be careful.

i don't want to look dumb in front of the aliens.

math is not thinking. math is procedure.

at least i'm not alone.

aaaaand they're dead.

you get to watch your food cook without melting your face off.

the hardest part about working with aliens and saving humanity from extinction is constantly having to come up with names for stuff.

you are here!

you saved me!

set up the damn tunnel!

get back in your ship!

it gives me a feeling of control.

i'm on a suicide mission.

yes. there'll be wars.

see how easy it is?

all i have to do is tell you something you don't want to hear.

it's the kids of today that'll have to make the world of tomorrow work.

when you're stupid tired, accept that you're stupid tired. don't try to solve things right then.

want to meet up in the bathroom down the hall and have sex?

let's see what we can do when we really set our minds to it.

you want me to observe you sleep?

you're a coward and you always have been!

you avoid risk like the plague.

[fractalspades]

About to go mow the lawn but moots feel free to add me for plotting and/or cat and garden pictures

[fractalspades]

About to go mow the lawn but moots feel free to add me for plotting and/or cat and garden pictures

[fractalspades]

I like that Sova gets to be a little more feral post mutiny. Guy got his regrets out in one private call and now he's ready to start biting everyone

[fractalspades]

✦ Name / Alias: Col/Cole, either works

✦ Favorite Color(s): Burgundy!

✦ Current Video Game(s) You’re Playing: Valorant, Deadlock, Palia, Resi 2 100%, Warframe

✦ Current Book You're Reading: Nothing atm

✦ Favorite Food: chicken makhani

✦ Favorite Quote: 'do no harm but take no shit'

✦ Biggest Fear (make it a joke): reinstalling Overwatch

✦ Greatest Hope for 2026: Restarting and getting a good chunk of my degree done. Finishing physical therapy for the hundredth time

Tagged by: @vulpuslunae

Tagging: @ all of you

[starlight-rainbow]

[tnacious]

Fat tears trickled from the dark clouds as they watched the young woman crash through the thick brush. Briars and sharp branches reached out, snagging her clothes and scratching at her neck and face. A low sob from the sky, carried on the wind, swept through the forest, sending its creatures scurrying into their hovels. At this point, the rain started to pick up; its pattering on the ground matched Sylvi's quick strides.

"Ope!" Stumbling, she slipped on the slick leaves, their rustle almost like snickering. Catching herself with her fingertips, she kept her momentum and continued her run.

A monstrous shrill ripped through the forest like a live wire, nipping at her heels. Sylvi only looked behind her for a moment. The world flipped on her again and again, her backpack providing a bumpy cushion with each thump until she landed on her rump and slid down the hill the rest of the way.

"Ow..." Instinctively, her hand went to her head, feeling the beanie still secure. "All's well." Disregarding the stinging in her hand, she looked down the thin trail where a man stood. "Hello. Bad weather, yea? Careful out there." Sylvi spoke in broken Russian, dusting damp earth from the seat of her pants.

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. Rain was a detriment in far too many ways. Tracks obscured, difficult terrain, key gear jeopardized; worst of all was the lumbering creature that seemed to go mad in the downpour. An elk by shape only, rain drew it out and it struck at everyone and everything. He could kick himself for losing track of time in the safety of the cabin.

The sound of it wailing too close for comfort set his nerves on fire, drawing his bow and quickening his pace. Snapping foliage and the sound of something tumbling was met with a knocked arrow, Filin's eyes wide and trained on the muddy woman.

"/You should not be out here/." Half grumble as he moved to grasp her by the upper arm, unceremoniously dragging her along with him. The simplistic Russian told him she knew little, his first assumption being a tourist that got severely lost. Though, why she was touring this far south of Severomorsk of all places he couldn't tell. "/We are getting to a safe house now./"

[fractalspades]

Gonna play some val while I work on drafts and inbox

[fractalspades]

I did not do any of this i found an injured rabbit in my garden and had to spend hours getting it sorted

[fractalspades]

Gonna play some val while I work on drafts and inbox

[fractalspades]

@shadowatmorning said: ❛ i can't work this goddamn thing. ❜ (for Arlynn)

- invisible man || accepting -

. The exhale was sharp and exasperated. A short and bloody battle over territory ended in her favor, yes, but questions loomed in the aftermath. She still had no clue what the other woman's issue was with Faolir, why Faolir was trying to muscle in on the Thorn's business, or what the fallout of this was going to be; and now this console. She wasn't much of a hacker, but a bit of work opened up surface level information, at least.

Her quick skim revealed enough, eye flicking to Celia before she straightened and stepped back. Arlynn motioned to the console for Celia to take a look.

"Hm. Had hands in just about anything you can think of. Can't find specifics, but..." She stepped away to find her pistol among the wreckage, re-holstering it. "Looks like both of us were in Faolir's sights. Now, if you're lookin' for an ally, you got one in me for the time bein'. Least 'till we find out who was givin' Faolir his intel."

[askshadowheart]

By @ creamyghost on twitter/X

Feral halsin is best halsin

[audaciious]

Faye kicked her legs in while her eyes roamed around the cargo, over large crates and between the crevices of heavily packed luggage. With the train carrying both business and civilian patrons, there was no telling what they might discover inside the containers if they were so tempted to take a little harmless peek. Which, she was.

"That's alright! I figured we'd be hoofin' it," she briefly extended one of her hooves toward him, "and I wouldn't count ya among organ farmin'. You're your own person and we're gonna find out more about ya." Faye hopped off the bench and walked to one of the pristine crates pressed flush against the wall, warnings of its fragility stamped on every side. Running her fingers along the edges, she searched for any label that might discern its origin or where it was heading.

"Question is...are ya certain ya really want to know everythin'?" She glanced at him. "Sometimes ignorance is bliss and you're bein' given a chance to create your own life. Like I said, I'm hopin' for a happy reunion, but we also need to consider the worst. Like maybe you were created to be some kind of super soldier, usin' the strongest parts of people. I mean you are a TANK of a man. You could like crush most people's skulls in one hand!" She closed her fist in demonstration. "Not that you would. At least, unless you were forced to. If that were the case, they may have abandoned ya cuz ya weren't followin' orders."

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. Her quickly adopting his personal crusade struck him as odd, but far be it from him to pretend he didn't like having company. Seemed like she needed it too, anyways.

He watched her as she spoke, frown tugging at his stitches. "You run into enough stitched up people to have this many weird ideas?" he leaned back in his seat, only slightly jostled by the moving train. "What's the worst that could happen- the answer's unsatisfying? Not knowing's even more unsatisfying." Maybe the world would feel more in focus if there was a purpose to his creation.

His eyes drifted to the boxes she was examining, their labels scratched and vague, stamps half-worn. Focus resettled on her as she poked around. "If you knew your dad was into illegal shit, but you didn't know what, wouldn't you wanna know?"

[kivizzaofficial]

easiest rendering because I haaaate hiiiim

[audaciious]

"Bit of both. Most of the glass was already gone so I knocked the rest out. Only ever had a few birds come bargin' in," Faye smiled. Sharing this part of her life was like breathing in the crisp air of a warm day after emerging from some of the dank, dark ruins half devoured by the hungry world. A lightness entered her, coursing through her chest and radiating out to every limb. As often as she and Kalais had butted heads — and still sometimes did, it was in the quiet moments like these she could truly appreciate him.

He was burdened with the fate of Thedas, faced against two malicious evanuris while constantly enduring the unbridled pride and spite of another trapped within his mind. Despite having every reason or excuse to strike out at others with the increasing stress and dark developments, Kalais kept a relatively light demeanor. His tongue remained sharp as a knife and his charming personality and compassion had yet to dwindle. He even came out of his way to the Emerald Graves, risking all hell to break loose, just to entertain a pesky thorn in his side.

Anyone with a good head on their shoulders would have found it impossible to not admire him. Hers was just budding into something more. No, that wasn't quite right. It was sailing into treacherous waters and the wind and current were working together every time she tried steering it back to the storm she had known for an aching decade. At least there she knew how to navigate, the way she as heading was uncharted and another large wave or strike of lightning would have her drowning.

And yet... she could see rays of warm light filter in through the tumultuous waves and shifting clouds. A chance to feel the loving heat of the sun one last time may be worth drowning.

"Abejita? Callin' me names after I showed you somethin' secret pretty dirty." She teased, childishly sticking her tongue out. Faye flitted up the stairs with feline grace, pushing aside her tender thoughts. Reaching the top of the twisting staircase she threw back the half rotten door, hinges nearly disintegrating with its abrupt opening. She pranced across the battlement, running to the far end to brace herself against the parapet and stare out as a breathtaking view.

Breathtaking it was. Her smile, large and brimming with a deep love for the moment crumpled like the last stone at the base of a castle. What was once a luscious green as far as the eye could see had become a hellscape. Large, gnarled and thorny blight vines had devoured a large portion of the forest. Her head slowly turned, following the undulating blight to see the threat circled the entire forest.

"No..." she held onto the little wall as her knees buckled, slamming against the hard stone wall. Great and ancient trees were felled before her eyes, glorious carcasses buried beneath the living filth. Her sanctuary would be conquered and demolished before within a month. Clinging to the wall with one hand, she covered her face with the other, fighting the burning tears in her eyes and the scream that clawed its way up her throat.

[fractalspades]

. "Sounds terrible." His lips split into even more of a grin, eyes alight with amusement. "A few flighty friends, I'm sure you could enjoy their birdsong- or their horrible squawking, depending on who spooked who."

It wasn't what he'd call cozy- he was far better suited to embroidered pillows and silks, lovely bodies on his arm or his on someone else's. But there was no denying the warmth and serenity in this corner of the world. There was no industrious market, no rumbling of fights or work being done somewhere nearby. No lingering smell of cigars or fish nor the music that drifted from some parts of Treviso. If he stopped fidgeting, he could appreciate what she loved here. And he wanted to.

"It is only when I stop calling you names that you should worry," he replied easily, a hand lifted flippantly. But she nearly skipped away and he trotted to follow, smelling the dust that kicked up with their movements up the stairs. Perhaps if they cleaned it out, it could be...

It didn't take more than a glance to see the devastation. Verdant green twisted into inky black and red like malice given form to throttle the Graves.

The thud of her knees hitting the floor snapped him from his stupor, almost tripping to run to her side. What did she need? A hug? Space? Kind words? Clumsy hands laid on her shoulders, hands moving of their own accord to draw her to his chest. To hide her from the sight she'd already seen? To comfort despite not knowing how deeply it cut?

"Oh, Faye- I... I can't imagine. This is..." He wanted to bring up that sickly topic, that this all stemmed from Solas, that her once-beloved had ruined this place. "It's okay. We'll fix this. I promise." His arms moved to wrap around her more fully, drawing her to his chest and resting his head atop hers. "What do you need from me? I will do what I can."

[moonlitisles]

My reflection’s someone else and I don’t know their name

[healingbrews]

Hinoka let out a clipped chuckle, still flushed and flustered from all the excitement of working on Victor.

"H-Hah! Believe it or not we have many Yokai in the homeland that are disembodied heads...Or other parts." She scratched at her cheek before a soft smile spread on her features and she accepted Victor's thanks with a deep bow of her head--the flowered crown tinkling slightly as some of the metal moved forward.

"I am glad my work is acceptable, Yamato-sama would accept nothing less."

When offered she gently took his hand, smiling brightly at the request with a nod.

"Of course, but please as long as you're here you're not overstaying, I promise-" Truth be told the priestess was quite lonely. Often keeping herself from the other, few being as it is, members of the Seventh Moon and Yamato only summoned her if absolutely required to secure victory. Victor's company was something of a luxury but she didn't want to appear too eager for him to stay a little longer.

"Speaking of hair, yours is quite soft," She commented with a gentle laugh while snipping the lackluster stitching of his hand and cleaning the older wounds.

[fractalspades]

. An odd thought, for something to merely exist without a body. Every time he came apart, it was frustrating or distressing, depending on the situation. Suppose there were options, should it come down to that. Was that how it worked?

....

"Yokai." It wasn't as much of a question as it was a... soft demand for context, as he so often defaulted to.

The invitation to remain felt genuine, as far as he could tell, and only a liar would say they didn't like Hinoka's presence. He tipped his head in both confirmation and acceptance, settling himself more fully. No reason to look a gift horse in the mouth, so they said.

"Thanks. Feels weird to cut hair that isn't really mine." He'd thought about it, especially the days it caught on things. But he also liked it, and there was something undeniably nice about taking care of it. He couldn't completely cleanse the somewhat acrid scent that followed him, but he could manage making his hair silky. Small wins.