#fractalmind

[fadedancer]

* FENRIS.

TOUGH SHELL bruised knuckles.    bloody noses.    eye rolling.    empty bottles.   messy hair.   sarcasm.   lip biting.     unwashed jeans.    coffee breath.    loud music.   broken neon signs.    chipped nail polish.  leather jackets.    always wearing headphones.    swearing.   sneaking out at 3am.  dark lipstick.    frown creases.    burning cigarettes.    plaid shirts.   under eye circles.   dark colors.

SOFT INSIDE honey tea.  flower crowns.   giggling.    blowing kisses.    dancing without worries.    white lace.   soft textures.   fluffy throw pillows.    using too many heart emojis.   empathy.   constant daydreaming.   handwritten letters.   fairy lights.    bullet journals.   designated driver.    warm hugs.   garden picnics.    quiet.    smile lines.   optimism.    flowy clothes.    pastel colours.

tagged by: @fractalmind 💕  tagging: @magisterivm, @cuervocanto, @dalishflame, @fatetcrn, @rivainicharm, @maestrodarte, @arallyingcry, @ofrevas, @magistersblade, @compassionsung, @asteeledheart, @aqun--athlok, @ourdawncomes, @sworntoprotect, @longmayshereignxcersei, @avrorean, @chaotiicgoods

[wemultitudinous]

@fractalmind​ // anders

Darktown. Never a place Varric visits just because he happens to feel like it; it has all the grime and grift of Lowtown with none of its attendant charm. Nowhere to find a decent drink down here, so he avoids it where he can, and when he can’t----well. He doesn’t bother glancing around as he works his way to the clinic, the air oppressively close around him. He knows what he’ll see, and has no time to spare for the suffering of everyday life down here.

The lanterns are flickering and lit, because the mage has a bleeding heart and too much time on his hands, but for once it’s not all that crowded. Varric sidesteps the last few straggling denizens of Darktown huddling together as they leave, and leans on the wall as he rounds the corner, catching sight of Anders and watching him for a long moment.

“You ever consider redecorating?” he asks after a few seconds of observation. “Couple rugs and some throw pillows would work wonders. Maybe a houseplant.”

[ofrevas-a]

tom mison as anders - for @fractalmind​ (okay for rp blogs to reblog) // psd

[spidaeyaunt-movedd]

the may/tony energy of that b99 scene where gina says "aren't you forgetting something?" and when Jake goes to kiss her head, she says "no pay your bill who raised you"

[theharellan]

☱

Journal Meme | Not Accepting | @fractalmind

The entirety of the page is filled with a sketch of a small port town. Boats dock along the water’s edge, and upon the horizon more still come. A mabari waits upon the end of the pier, gazing at the approaching ships with eager intensity. Upon the opposite page, a few words are scrawled:

This land was once commanded by a spirit of Pride. The waking world has yet to fully recover from the damage she has done to it, but the softer memories of the Fade have begun to push past the sorrow. The Veil was stitched by unseen hands, but scars linger. Spirits with the strength to speak of her rule credit its end to a being named Justice, though when asked they could not recall where he was now. A pity, for I had begun to doubt such beings still existed in the world.

In another journal, one less worn and far newer than the last, there is a page filled with drawings of hands. Among them is a pair with clean fingernails and calluses along the palms where healing magic works from them. A faint black trail darkens the veins along the back-- whether it is a consequence of the medium used or a hint at something more, it is difficult to say.

A white cat nestles in a pauldron of black feathers, the top of his head pressed into the ground and his stomach in the air. One paw is curled delicately, the other stretched with claws bared, kneading thin air. With his eyes stretched against the floor, half-open slits gazing contentedly off the page, it almost looks as if he is smiling.

[landspeeding]

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⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

I think when you find the people who gets you on tumblr… that’s the most magical shit you can find in the rpc. You continually try to find someone who will get what your headcanons are, that will vibe with you ooc and share the same liminal space and wavelength. It’s so tough to go through dozens and dozens of blogs without that ‘I get you’ mindset, but when you find friends become literally the most important parts of your day? That’s what makes rp is for me.

Off the top of my head, this year I was so grateful to meet @fasciinating and reunite with @valorxus because they make every week worth waking up to. 

                        the hella sweet munday meme / accepting

[asteeledheart]

@fractalmind​

she knows she isn’t welcome here. the harsh gazes crawl under her skin and the too loud whispers reach her ears but she reminds herself that their distrust, their disdain, is not only to be expected, but is rightful. if they were placed were reversed, she would distrust, as well. 

the selection of dorian, solas, and bull to accompany her had been carefully calculated. vivienne had briefly been a choice, but sidri doubts her sharp tongue wouldn’t cut at least a few people before the end of this. there had been varric, perhaps, but there’s a history between him and the mage she’s here to see and in turn, she had suspected it not be the best choice, as well. for that, she’s flanked by her compatriots, hands carefully away from her weapons and the faintest of smiles adorning a weary face. “hello anders, i had hoped we might talk.” 

[comnder-a]

she has always been a thousand eyes,  sight long beyond her fields & years.   the sky is gray,  thick with thunder and the atmosphere rings with storms,  energized; satin,  stone & bone.   emerald,  chartreuse,  pine,  fern & juniper.   it bleeds,  thick and drizzling down the skyline,  tainting everything and the hooves of her horse clatter against the stone.   it is horribly hard to give anything and frightful to receive,  and to give love not of this world.   the first time, death felt like salvation. now it feels like resolution.   foot from the stirrup,  cold hands passing the reins over & darkened eyes cast across the court.

( .. )

❛❛  i’ve missed you, anders.    how have you been?  ❜❜     soft voiced,  honey hands & she is filled with roses,  thick & growing with rotten vines inside her chest.   fingers trail his cheeks,  palm resting against his skin; wrathful secrets with passing shades of bad dreams & she remembers seeing it...  the chantry burning,  visionary inside of her dreams.     ❛❛  silly question,  forget i asked it.   are you okay?   i’ve been worried about you.  ❜❜

@fractalmind​​;   or i’m a little late, but a reunion.