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herald-divine-hell · 1 year
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To Amayian from Teagan:
To me, you are my all, and as long as our souls are connected I will love you for all our highs and lows.
To Alex from Cal:
There is no one I trust more than you, you are my love, my sun, my spark. But let me take care of you just as you have for me. You deserve rest too.
Amayian would smile a little, though it would be shy and small. "I will strive to keep it always high, and though it may be low at times, know I will try to pick you up."
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Alexandra would smile. "As long as you get some rest, I can accept that. But you are my storm, the spark of my heart, the rain that fertilizes the desert of my sorrow."
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crystalvfae · 6 years
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What's the favorite radio song of each of your fallout ocs?
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Rhodes - I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire (actually prefers Herbert Dashwood’s radio plays to music)
Calypso - Ain’t That a Kick in the Head? and Blue Moon are the only songs she won’t shut the radio off for
Fish - The Wanderer (but whenever she’s at a jukebox she puts Butcher Pete parts 1&2 on repeat 20 times, with Uranium Fever somewhere in the middle.  Hancock has shot a lot of jukeboxes)
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ulavii · 3 years
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Ok so... I guess this is it, I'm finally daring to post my work. Now, I KNOW it's more than six sentence but I really needed to put that dialogue in, and in this fic I have a lot of very short sentence. This if from my wip swtor fanfiction.
“When I left Korriban, I... I thought you would hate me. That you would never want to have anything to do with me ever again. I didn't want to cause you pain... that's exactly that thought that kept me at the Academy so long. I didn't want to disappoint you. But this place it's... it's a nightmare... and I, I...”
She didn't realize that her father got closer to her. She had held her head down, looking at her feet, ashamed, sad. Before she could say anything more, her father embraced her. She stood there for a few seconds, surprised and startled, before throwing her arms around his neck. She had forgotten how good it felt.
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oreomochi · 4 years
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Fanchild List
Twyla -> Solo x Drop
Calypso and Mao -> Dance x Bird
Maiko -> Ink x Dance
Orpheus -> Nightshade x Nightwave
Loralei -> Shattered!Cream
Aicusa -> Errink
Hynala -> Genink
Hoon -> Reaperror
Collibe and Phobus -> Reapermare
Kalama -> Bruhde
Dawn and Nihal -> Drink
Jade -> Errobyss
Alora -> Dreamyss
Amai -> Colorelta
Dash -> FellDust
Akash -> Birdouter
Kira -> Kream
Kurai -> Dustmare
Amell -> Bad Sanses (Fusion of Fragments of magic from the bad sanses' souls)
Efiláris -> Inkmare
Nyx -> Crust
Akuma -> Killermare
Hayal -> Cream
Sero -> Crerror
Kettei -> Crelta
Nari -> Nalogue
Parody -> ErrorDream
Phoebe -> OuterBerry
Oleander -> Inker
Kurosu -> Crink
Sayal -> Diller
Alaska -> EpicFresh
Blakemore -> AfterDeath
Leo -> Shattered!Drink
Deirdre -> HorrorDust
Alaia -> Kustard
Prochorus -> SoloDance
Kenji -> CrossMare
Jeong -> DS!Drink
Coy -> DS!CrossMare
Euthalia -> Fatal_Lavender
Das -> ErrorMare
Sloane -> Korror
Kala -> TemPale
Somi -> Karror
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gopheryourpet · 2 years
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herald-divine-hell · 3 years
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Prompt: a character taking their lover's hand during a stressful situation
For Cal and Alex 🥺
Thank you for the ask.
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There were few times Cal saw the pressure of leadership overwhelm Alexandra. She wore her smiles easily, never seeming to trip up on her decisions or question her choices, as certain of her course as the sun marching through the day. And if she ever did seem weary of a situation, she bore it, and her suffering, in silence.
And Cal's heart always ached at the sight.
Alexandra bowed her head when Cullen reported the casualties for the assault of Adamant, her jaw set and dark hair shrouding her face like a veil of shadow. One of her hands were balled into a fist, clenched so tight that her pale hand looked even paler, more ghostly. A flare of green snapped lightly within, spilling through in wicked slashes of emerald-white fire, seemingly draining what color remained in her hands. "Leave me." Her voice was as cold as the Frostbacks, with steel laced with lightning in its tones. "Now."
The advisors made no noise to argue. Leliana sent a long, searching, and half-plea look to Calypso as she departed, before training her eyes, cool and collected and yet tinged with concern, on the hunched over Alexandra.
As the wooden doors of the War Room sealed closed with a low groan and hard shudder, Cal only became aware of her fingers twined with Alexandra's, her thumb drawing circles into Alexandra's skin. "Alex..." The words did not come. Cal was never good with them, never knew what precisely to say. Alexandra had always been the better when it came down to it, when it came to speaking, that is. With a start, she noticed the glisten of tears which sprinkled from the sunlight fall onto the continent-covered parchment. "Alexandra..."
When Alexandra turned her head to face Cal, her eyes welled with tears, an edge of red about the rims. "I...I failed them, Cal. They gave their lives to me, and I still failed them. Stroud, Lancil, Raiman...three thousand died. I could had saved each and every one of them." Her eyes closed, her voice quavering for a moment. "I could had saved Justinia." A bitter, hard smile rose on her lips. "What a prophet I am."
Her arms were around her waist, frustration and rage mangled with her sadness at the sight of Alexandra's shame. She did as best she could. Even better than what anyone else could that. Cal drew her close, her hand rising to stroke Alexandra's cheek, before resting her forehead against Alexandra's. "You did as well as you could. Your soilders - our soldiers - were fighting against Wardens, and they won. We saved more lives in Adamant than we lost, Alexandra. You did that." Cal remembered how Alexandra had ordered Wardens to lay down their weapons and come willingly to the Inquisition, as prisoners of war and later allies; and Cal knew, other leaders would not have shown the same mercy, the same kindness.
Kissing her lightly, she felt Alexandra melt against her, a cry becoming muffled by Cal's lips. Delicately, as much delicacy as Cal could muster, Cal molded her lips with Alexandra, and in between gasps of breaths, she murmured how much she was proud of her, how much she loved her.
She did not remember lifting Alexandra up, or resting her against the War Table; she did not remember losing her shirt, or discarding Alexandra's to lay kisses and marks and whispers of affections upon lightly freckled skin and scar. But she did remember how Alexandra shivered and rolled her hips against her hand, against her mouth, against her tongue. She remember kissing away the tears from Alexandra's face and stroking her sides as she took her gently, feeling her legs wrap around her waist, to hold afraid to let her go. Cal was afraid of letting her go too, of losing that one ounce of kindness the Maker, or whoever created Alexandra, gave her.
Yet, more than that, she was thankful for this woman, who spun the dawn out of the darkness with her smiles and who reminded her what love truly was, after years stumbling through winter and shadows.
Cal was thankful for finally being able to see that the dawn finally did come.
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herald-divine-hell · 2 years
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Cal rubbing Alexandra's shoulders and back after a long day, occasionally kissing at her neck and telling her how beautiful she is.
Alexandra would flush a touch, and turn her head around to draw Cal's lips into a soft, lingering kiss. Though, she'll let her Warden massage away the stresses of the day, before saying its her turn and doing the same.
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herald-divine-hell · 2 years
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Cal taking Alex on a motorcycle ride to look at all the fall colors?
Thank you for the ask!
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The wind swept Alexandra’s dark locks beneath helmet back in whipping streams; the air scrapping over her features with a cool caress. Hills blurred passed, as sinuous splashes of gold and emerald beneath a pale blue sky. In the far distance, above Cal’s helmeted head, rose a sea of gold and amber.
Down a hill they rode, Calypso’s motorcycle purring beneath their legs. The russet bronze-tipped green of the fields bled away to puddles and wide swaths of flaming scarlet-golden hills. Drips of sunlight left them glowing like fire-filled gems, burning with light. The air was cool, banishing all her worries and fears as she filled her lungs. Leaves wove through the air in spirals and curls, falling into the earth like petals of a flower. As they passed, some flew into the air, bursting to life in tongues of licking flames, before settling once more down. The twined trees allowed through the branches spears of sunlight that paled darken bark and scorched the earth. Through the crisp air, Alexandra smelt the scent of faint leather and oil. Cal’s scent. Home. That was the only way for Alexandra to describe it. Home, where safety was.
Cal spoke of building a home there, at the center of forest. They could watch the seasons nourish and wane for years to come. Alexandra could easily buy off the plot, up to that tiny hill. Their little kingdom, girdled by hills, dwelling within a pond of dawn. Alexandra would like that; and as the forest gave away to a wide, circular glade. Stilled and glimmering with reflections of light, spinning trickles of color through the surfaces, the water curved inward as the earth peptides forward, forming almost a half-moon shape.
The gentle autumn breeze seemed to grow stronger here in fragrance. Oil. Leather. Warmth. Fire. Safety. Home. Pressing her head into Cal’s shoulder, she laid a kiss to the thin hint of pale skin not hidden by her jacket. Home, and safety, and Cal.
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herald-divine-hell · 3 years
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🍁 - How was their first kiss? Cal and Alex?
Thank you for the ask!
🍁 - How was their first kiss?
I believe Alexandra and Cal's first kiss was soft, with a touch of hesitation on both parties. Though, at the same time, Alexandra would had been the one to instigate the kiss in the beginning, whispering soft words against Cal's that she is safe and she would never abandon her.
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