#mod fade

[pesquisaouroboros]

eu não entendo do discord, eu entrei nessa de rp do tumblr/twitter não faz tanto tempo assim (então ainda tô um pouquinho peixe fora d'água... kumene sensei), eu passei por decepções, vou precisar de muitos detalhes pra compreender direitinho esse mundo apocaliptico (pacience 🩵✊) (& love 🫰) , não sou aquuiilo tudo de sabedoria e inteligência pra criar um plot bom mesmo esmagador de crânios, mAS ☝️, apesar dos obstáculos, apesar dos pesares, apesar das adversidades, das bananas no caminho, do constrangimento, do embaraçamento, do proscrastinamento, da vergonha, do enlouquecimento, do aquecimento global, das noites sem dormir e dos pelos arrepiados: peço que me acolham em seus hermosos braços escritais 😞, pq eu tô mais que disposto a entrar de corpo e alma nessa DELÍCIA... nhom nhom nhom 🥜🐿️.

gostei bastante da ideia e do jeito como escreveram ela também, aguardo ansiosamente pela abertura dos seus portões. um beijo na boca e no coração a todes e não me levem muito a sério porem eu to falando um pouco serio

Olá, anon!

Quem nunca passou por uma decepção em rp, não é mesmo? O importante é deixar tudo isso para trás e se lembrar que, agora, é um novo dia e o que aconteceu, ficou no passado!

Te garantimos que cada um dessa CMM vai te acolher com muito carinho e paciência, e se alguém ousar não fazer isso, vai ter que se entender com o Imperador.

A gente te espera logo logo, beijo!

[ahollowgrave]

ugh i'm just obsessed

[sotc]

Beau Hawke, bisexual failure of kirkwall <3

[vriskaserketdaily]

i heard this meme was massive

[sunset-motel]

Ta-daaa, the pose pack is live! It's official name is 'Sunbleached'. It's a collection of male V poses inspired by the sunny weather and environment of the Night City area, themed on poses perfect for just basking in the desert sun or lounging by the pool! A huge thank you to @cybernomads and @wraithsoutlaws for providing some amazing screenshots showcasing some of the poses, it totally makes it feel legitimate! The pack can be found: here

If you happen to use any of these poses in your photos, feel free to tag me so I can see!

[feaches]

There goes my guilty conscience (Conscience) No, I won't let you stay Thanks for the hours Thanks for the days If I see your eyes I turn to stone I look away I gotta go

[themermaidriot]

When the Day meet the Night

[pesquisaouroboros]

socorro eu vou morrer hoje mesmo com essa maravilha, mas claro que ressuscitarei de volta só pra jogar isso. 😔 eu gostei muuito desse último spoiler, obrigado pelo mundo que me deres. 😞 agora vou ali no cantinho chorar ✊

Olá, anon!

Ficamos extremamente felizes que você gostou do nosso último spoiler, e temos certeza que você vai gostar ainda mais do que está vindo pela frente!

Vê se não morre, viu? A gente te quer aqui!

[chaosherald]

Rook Appreciation Week

Day 7 - Amara Lavellan The Dread Wolf's Daughter Lost Child of Arlathan Spirit of Hope Child of the Fade Rook

A Misadventure Mystery Serial - The Thrilling Conclusion (Part 7 of 7)

(Thank you @rookappreciationweek for hosting!)

(Previously or Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

“Rook!”

Rook felt herself falling, the thing she had heard in fake Weisshaupt growing louder, intertwined with Harding’s voice.

Everything slowed and shimmered and she landed, though the ground wasn't even a dream of solidity, just a sense of something more substantial than the rest of the unfettered possibility around her. 

It took time to figure you out. Unwanted orphan - I couldn't just surround you with home and expect it to keep you busy. Even letting you flit between your friends’ prisons proved counterproductive. But patience is a virtue and the Fade is full of secrets. I have uncovered something you are going to find fascinating.

“With all due respect, Hezenkoss, I'm not interested in your findings.” Rook reached out into the Fade around her, seeking her path forward.

And felt - two. 

Unwise to jump to conclusions without evidence. I know the Watchers trained you better than that.

Two paths. Both vying for her attention. Reaching her senses down the first, Rook could see the flicker of spirits surrounding a wiggly bundle wrapped in a blanket laying on the ground. She recognized that place. The near abandoned corner of the Necropolis where she had been found, by a forgotten crypt marked with the name “Ingellvar.”

And she saw - oh. So many brief there and gone lightning flash images. A woman with her hair, crying over a baby. A circle of imposing figures, their silhouettes painfully familiar. An elven man she was sure she had met before, dressed in armor and watching from the shadows. Answers to questions that had haunted her since she was old enough to ask questions, to understand the word “foundling” and its less kind cousin “bastard.” To wonder and to want and -

And down the other path, she could sense Harding. And that urgent frantic call for her attention. For help.

For all your faults - and they are legion - you are a seeker of knowledge. We have that in common. You want to know who you are. Where you came from. I can show you.

It took a moment. A breathless heart wrenching moment which Rook knew would be a source of shame and regret down the line. Over her hesitation or over what she was turning her back upon, she wasn’t entirely sure. But when Rook turned towards the path that would bring her to Harding, she stepped decisively.

Really. Your answers. Your life's quest. Who you are, on a proverbial silver tray, and you walk away from it?

“I know who I am,” she said. It sounded convincing, even to herself. “I am Amara Ingellvar. Rook. I belong with my friends. I am going to help them. Nothing else matters.”

You're lying.

Rook laughed, a terse joyless sound. “In a manner of speaking. But that's one of the first lessons we learn in our art, isn't it? Believe nothing you see in the Fade, everything here is a lie. Then you grow up and learn all the exceptions and exclusions and how truth is complicated and malleable and the Fade even more so. This is my truth right now and that's all I need to find my way. I shape my reality - especially here - and I am done with you.”

She wasn't sure if Johanna heard her, but the Fade did. One step to the next and Rook found herself in a large stone chamber, glowing red and angry from lines of blighted lyrium snaking through the floor. The walls were carved with symbols, baffling symbols with no obvious relationship to any form of writing Rook knew. They vibrated with energy, something just slightly out of synch with the ambient movement of the greater Fade.

Floating near the top of the chamber was a cage of energy and air, suspended by intangible ley lines. Harding was inside, looking at Rook with her mouth agape. “Rook?! How are there two of you?”

Rook frowned, looking behind her. “Two of me? Are you alright? Did you hit your head or…?”

“No, I mean - I’m fine, but the other you is about to not be and I can’t do anything from up here.” Harding was glancing down at something below her, pressing her hands against the force lines of her prison. 

Rook followed Harding’s gaze, carefully walking around the lines of blight to get a better look. There was something embedded in the stone, slowly being surrounded by spider web tendrils of the tainted red lyrium. Getting closer she could see it was a figure, partially obscured by the rock in which they were entombed. Auburn hair and dark blue leather sleeve and - right. Neve had suspected Rook wasn’t physically present when they spoke. Just a projection, jumping around the Fade while her actual body was here, about to be eaten by blight and stone.

“What the fuck,” Rook muttered.

Harding called down to her. “Rook, hey - up here. Focus. Can you get me out? I think I can interact with the stone if I can touch it, but-” She shot a dirty look at the cage around her.

Rook tore her eyes away from herself. That image was going to stick with her and not in a good way. “Right. Yes, easy.” She reached out towards the magic holding Harding in place, lowering it towards the ground. “Why are we here? Everyone else got to play around in an illusion shaped like home. And we're - wherever here is.”

“Hezekoss called it a nexus. She was really interested in us. ‘Vessels of stone and spirit’ and a lot of mage talk that went right over my head. I think she wanted to try and use whatever power I have and whatever you are able to do here. She was real pissed when she realized she couldn't get you to wake up and said she was going to track you down.”

“Because I wasn’t here - well, this part of me wasn’t here.” Rook frowned, dismissing the energy holding Harding captive now that she was at ground level. Harding immediately knelt and put her hands on the ground, glowing lyrium blue.

Something seemed to click into place, in the moment when Rook was still casting and Harding tapped into her power. The missing note in the hum from the symbols on the walls. Rook watched, fascinated, as the stone pulled back from her physical form. 

Rook was still trying to puzzle out what was happening with the overlapping magics when everything slid sideways and she found herself opening her eyes to look up at Harding, leaning over her. She was cold and stiff and all the energies felt just a little further away than they had a moment ago. Thankfully, she didn’t see or feel any sense of the blight. Harding offered her a hand and she took it, letting her friend help pull her to her feet.

Harding smiled, dusting off her hands. “So are you going to…” She made a gesture that was a pretty good imitation of motions Rook used to cast.

“Not yet.” Rook was looking over the structure around them, trying to set at least some of the symbols to memory. “We’re really deep in the Fade here. I’m not sure how easy it’ll be to find this place again and-”

“No.” Harding crossed her arms.

“No?”

“No. We’re not waiting around so you can be a nerd about this. I just watched you almost get eaten by blighted lyrium and we don’t know where everyone else is-”

“They’re on the ship.”

Harding blinked. “What?”

“But you’re right.” Rook held her hand out for Harding to take. Even with everything a little less sharp, she could still sense her friends, a steady star in the darkness. “We don’t know if Hezenkoss is coming back and it’s not safe to stay here any longer than we have to.”

“I’m always right,” Harding said, taking Rook’s hand. “Let's get out of here.”

Unfortunate, but even the best cannot guarantee success with every undertaking. Scurry back to the real world. I have work to do.

We’ll meet again, hero. I promise you that.

~ After ~

“So, there is now a big ship in the middle of an abandoned estate in the middle of Nevarra.”

“Technically, it's a brigantine.”

“Spite says Audacity pulled it through the tear with us.”

“The middle of Nevarra. Nowhere near the water. Are we going to do anything about this?”

“Not sure there’s anything we can do about it.”

“Right. At least we got out.”

“Hezenkoss got away though.”

“Right, but - we got out. That’s the important part. We’ll figure out the rest. For now, let’s go home.”

fin. (or is it?)

[musthavemods]

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[sacredashes]

IF YOU LOVE YOUR OC, GIVE them the BLIGHT!

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

Went on a short hike with a friend earlier, looking cute 💖

[allyooops]

Well we did Inq, gotta do DC! Based off that one trend that @whirlwindflux has going!

Dream Weaver: The unicorn in his Dream Delivery Team, born and raised to be the very best in his work. He puts great importance on his looks and prestige, marrying a minor noble Sombre Flight from his team. They're close friends, but their marriage was more to please their parents than themselves. They had children out of obligation, and while they love their boys neither of them are sure how to raise them without the pressures that their own parents placed upon them. For the most part their boys are free to do what they want with their lives, how sad that all they want to do is make their parents proud.

Weaver is a huge fan of Rarity, her designs and flair captured him as a younger stallion. And he keeps a subtle purple ribbon in his mane and tail, and not so subtle blue contacts as a homage to her.

Dream Reader: Terro's Best friend, librarian, and volunteer at the local foals hospital. Reader lives to bring smiles to the foals faces, reading fairy tails and legends (with all the best voices of course). He met Terro as a young Colt and though they started off rocky they became much closer as adults. He's a big Pinkie Pie fan, loves that her goal in life is to make every pony around her happy. While he doesn't keep a physical homage to her like the other two Dream's, he has kept every invitation she's ever sent that he's been able to get his hooves on. Has them in a big scrap book that he keeps under his bed. Reader also reads fortunes in tea leaves, while not shown on his flank his predictions are very seldom wrong.

[interrogatormentors]

a-ny words of ad-vice for some-one a-bout to be sent off to be-come a helms-man soon?? it was al-ways my dream.... un-til i found out what it tru-ly means - DS

ii'm not goiing two wa2te your tiime wiith condolence2 bc thii2 2hiit ii2 ju2t iineviitable for people liike u2. 2o 2ound2 liike you ju2t deciided two roll over and diie whiich mean2 you've 2ucce22fully 2kiipped over the fiir2t 2tep whiich ii2 enjoy the tiime you have left and pretend iit'2 not happeniing. bc that'2 not goiing two get you anywhere.

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Cry whIIle your lung2 can 2tIIll IInflate--

or ii gue22 you could 2ee iif a hiighblood wiill deiign two hook you up wiith a fake vii2a two the far coloniie2. never met anyone that triied two do that and liive though. once the drone2 arriive that'2 iit. my adviice ii2 two...

--a2 mournIIng the pa2t 2hall be dII2couraged movIIng forward IIn your career a2 a helm2man. DrIInk--

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...eat before you go 2o you can puke or 2ometh a2 one la2t act of rebelliion bc you're goiing two forget your own name iif the programmiing work2 riight.

--plenty of electrolyte2 2o they can fIInd your veIIn2 ea2IIer two make the proce22 a2 paIInle22 a2 po22IIble before you become part of our glorIIou2 EmpIIre

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iidk. ii'm not the be2t per2on two a2k bc ii got out. iit'2 not 2omethiing you can really prepare for.

Not 2ure why you a2ked thII2. II have been here 2o long that my corporeal lIIfe no longer hold2 relevance two me.

[blackberry-sage-tea]

Toxic exes, part 2!

[inaris-pokemon-world]

A au where fade was a mew and inari was never born as a mew but a eevee and is now a sylveon how would they meet?

Maybe, like canon, Inari will help save Fade and her family from a poacher? Maybe Inari and their trainer were passing through the Tangle and overheard the ruckus and jump in to help! Inari and their trainer are two peas in a pod in that respect, always ready to help people.

And here’s a Mew Fade: