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bpdoka · 4 months
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holy mami commish ^_^
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ghostlyrps · 2 months
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Starter for Aliana from Michael:
❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜
- @heavenly--knight 🌟
Alaina's ear twitched, body stiffening for a moment as the Archangel leaned against her. She blinked widely at Michael, shocked that someone of his rank was giving her the time of day, let alone touching her.
But he... seemed so sad. It felt like he needed this, he needed help- and if she could offer it, she would.
Finally, she relaxed, slowing reaching out with a wing. The fallen angel hesitated for the briefest moment before wrapping a soft, feathered wing around his shoulder.
"...it is cold, isn't it?" She asked him softly. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
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little-noko · 1 year
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PNG of our sona's for whenever me and @alainaprana streams together~
Art(c) @little-noko
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wooldawn · 1 year
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beryluma · 1 year
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Y’all ever get the sudden urge to turn characters into mers?
the first two pictures are my characters the last one is Gary ✨
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vaiyamagic · 11 days
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Found an old unfinished piece of Fallout fic in my files while looking for something else. Thought I'd post it somewhere.
Based on an event that really happened in my game. The lead-up is, my Sole (Alaina) was going out collecting the stat magazines, but the one at Libertalia had gotten blown into the water in the firefight, and they had to dive in looking for it.
Alaina pulled herself onto dry land, laughing, and rolled onto her back, holding the soggy magazine above her. "See? Told you we'd find it."
Her companion trudged out of the murky water with disgust, pulling off his wig and wringing it out, letting the water splash on the ground next to her ear. "Great. All that for a soaked manual." He grumbled. "Wouldn't you rather read War and Peace? At least you could use it as a weapon."
"Deacon, I thought you'd be more interested in a book about being sneaky." She waved the floppy pages in front if him. "This will help me be almost as stealthy as you." She flashed him a grin as she pushed herself to her feet and tried to shake some of the damp from her hair.
"Not likely." Her companion had already placed his wig back onto his head, though slightly askew, and started shaking the water from his shoe and pants leg. "But I'll give you an A for effort. Just don't make me jump into the ocean to get it next ti--"
Alaina looked up sharply at her companion's sudden cut off. Deacon was staring at something over her shoulder, his jaw tight and his every muscle tense. He hadn't raised his gun at whatever it was, but his hand was flexing on the handle as though unable to decide what to do.
Slowly, she turned around, keeping her own weapon at the ready, and gasped softly when she locked eyes with the familiar synth who stood only a few car-lengths away.
X6 stared back at her with his usual neutral posture and expression. His weapon was in hand, but held at his side, pointed down, as though he was just as unsure of what to do with it as Deacon.
Alaina cleared her throat, hoping she didn't look as tense as she felt. "Uh, X6. I... wasn't expecting to see you. Here. Or... at all." She cringed, knowing just how awkward she must have sounded. She heard Deacon move behind her, and could just make him out in her periferal.
X6-88 only nodded at her. "Ma'am."
Still at a loss, Alaina glanced over at Deacon, who remained tense and quiet, still gripping his weapon, but not wanting to seem threatening with it; He knew what a courser was capable of. So she turned her attention back to their visitor.
"So... what, ah, brings you out to Libertalia, X6?"
The synth turned his head to the large collection of ships on the water, expression still unreadable. "This is where we first met."
She followed his gaze for a moment, before looking back at him. "Yes..." she hoped he'd continue, but the silence lingered uncomfortably. Finally, she took in a deep breath, and spoke the question that hung heavilly between them. "X, are you here because we destroyed the Institute?"
A slight raise of the eyebrow and a twitch of the corner of his mouth were the only changes in his expression, but he did turn to look back at her. "So, it was you?"
Deacon took in a sharp breath through his teeth, and took his gun in both hands, but still didn't raise it. Alaina, however, took a step forward, and asked again, "X6, why are you here?"
He held her gaze for a moment before letting it drift back to the ships. "My last orders from Father regarding you were to follow where you go and do as you say."
Alaina frowned. "Shaun kicked me out of the Institute months ago."
"He did not update my orders." He said simply.
She let out a breath, not even trying to hide her annoyance at the strange inconsistancies her son had towards herself and synths. Say one thing, act another. And she'd never really know what was the truth now.
She pushed back the dark cloud of thoughs that came with those memories, and pulled herself back into the present. X6 was still staring out over the ocean, seemingly as calm and relaxed as ever. But something felt off, and she needed to get to the bottom of it.
"X..." she began slowly, taking a small step forward. The courser glanced her way momentarilly, but otherwise made no acknowledgement of it. "The Institute is gone now. You don't have to follow your old orders any more."
The synth frowned, his lips pressing together, and his free hand clenching. She could hear Deacon swearing under his breath, but otherwise, the two made no movements.
After a long stretch of silence, X6 finally said, "My last orders were to follow your orders. What would you like me to do?"
Alaina took another step towards him, and when he didn't move, she took two more and stopped. "You have free will, X." She said gently, "No one from the Institute is left now to tell you what to do. You can do what you want. What do *you* want to do?"
He turned back to her, finally, but something in his expression had cracked. The frown deepened slowly, his lips thinned so that she could barely see them anymore, and his free hand was clenched so hard it trembled. The silence lingered so long she was afraid it could only be broken by gunfire, but finally, in a low, strangled voice, X6-88 replied, "Ma'am, please, tell me what to do."
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Author's note: When I played this part in game, I had no idea that I would even ever see X6 again after I had destroyed the Insitute. I thought he disappeared from the game. I legit had a moment of "vaiya.exe has stopped working" when I saw him just. Standing there as my character crawled out of the water. And when I went to go talk to him, he just acted like nothing had happened. So, I had to write a fic about it. Too bad I never finished (or even really wrote a beginning....)
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alisface · 20 days
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My name is like a dyslexia test for meeting new people and talking to pharmacists
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tinyfieryghost · 2 months
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New character concept! I'm working on reference sheets for her and another OC right now, but here's a preview!
Alaina is a fallen angel- she's a sweet, innocent woman who overheard something she shouldn't- who discovered the Exterminations- and who was cast to hell in order to keep the secret.
After about a week, her fur began to turn gray, and when she cut her paw on accident she discovered her blood had turned from glowing gold to dark red- almost black in color, unlike other Sinners.
(NOTE: Alaina is based on Colorpoint cats like Siamese, Ragdolls and others. This is why her fur turns dark)
She's nervous and shy, but very sweet and always willing to lend a helping hand!
Alaina is open for roleplay! I love her so I can't wait to finish her character emotes!
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iconicanemone · 1 year
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divine-knight · 1 year
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Recovering
Alaina sat at the table in Celestia’s house, the side of her face resting on her propped-up elbow. Thoughtfully she gazed out the window at the massive forest clearing the house was tucked away in, staring through the distant trees as she pondered to herself...
“Bored?”
Alaina sat up a bit straighter, turning her head towards the voice.
Behind her stood El Lobo, thick bandages wrapped around their torso underneath their long-sleeved tunic. Without the cloak, she could see the metal wolf mask on their face and the fedora on their head, along with a hint of smooth brown hair on the very back of their head where the fedora couldn’t reach. The glowing yellow pupils of their mask’s eyes were right on the girl, reading her thoughts like an open book.
Alaina smiled, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, a little bit,” she replied, arching a knowing eyebrow. “You look pretty bored, yourself.”
Their body language didn’t change, arms at their sides and standing tall despite their injuries, but she knew them well enough to know they were a bit restless about having to stay and recover- even if they seemed calm and reserved to almost everyone else.
Without missing a beat, Alaina pushed a chair out with her foot, gesturing to it with a held-out arm. “Do you want to stare out the window with me?” she offered with a half-smile.
At that, El Lobo stepped over. “Nothing else I can do, at the moment,” they said in response, sitting down and pulling the chair in.
Lowering her arm, she rested it on the table, going back to propping her head up on a fist.
The two of them sat there in silence, gazing out the window at the tranquil scenery and losing themselves to thought.
(Ask Box is Open)
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from one of 3 rpgs I'm involved in rn (not vtm or the one I dm) and if my party finds this hi there stop having dentist appointments on saturdays
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bpdoka · 2 months
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lost in you - three days grace
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bhaalxbabe · 1 year
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Montie: I just really like her, and I don't know what to say to her Friend: Just go up to her! Montie: Just say anything? Friend: Say anything! Montie: Okay Montie: *goes up to Alaina* Alaina: ? Montie: Your ass makes me forget about my dead parents
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env0 · 2 years
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I slept with your brscelet
Because it smelled of you for years
Clasped in my interlaced fingers
A censure of love
If I squeezed my eyes tight
Enough, I could tune my TV ststions
To see you between static
Hear you crosswsved
With local radio every other word
It smelled warm,
Like the summer heat
That beat us down
Better than our parents,
Our peers and internal fears
That were gifted to us
Warm, like your hand
That keeps mine clasped
In prayer
It is no fair
How it fell apart,
Beads scattered
Like my earliest memories
Baubles burst at the slightest touch
Of linoleum tile
The killer of all real things
Will I wake up one morning
Wrapped in linoleum?
In love with some plastic lover
Molded after you,
Pretending that before
My sleep deprived eyes open
My hands will stay closed within yours
Warm
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Next we have my oc Alaina!
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I was once given the prompt to make an oc based on candy, so that's her origin :)
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nightmimedreams · 2 years
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Alaina
Alejandro: Lady Gaga.
Liability: Lorde.
All I need: Lloyd.
If you seek Amy: Britney Spears.
Not Allowed: Tv Girl.
Ain't Shit: Doja Cat.
@bsnsasusval.
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