#Caladin

[uncreative-cryptid]

thinkin about quay, caladin, and valerian, washing up on raziel's shore and raziel being met with two rock munchers and (1) scientist

[zinniazahara]

glorious :) what an amazing and interactive read. 🤍 i’m curious of caladin’s story!

Beneath the Sands: A Trial across Time.

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Does this music match? Not really. That's fine though. Below may contain spoilers for the Beneath the Sands OC project. Currently, this is not a canon piece, but that *may* change in the future. OH!!! And this is actually a crossover piece. More on that at the bottom. Good luck :3

W̶͈̮̐h̶̛̬̣̼̮ơ̸̗͓̣̙̺̈ ̶̡̙̀͆̈ă̶̛͚̮͒r̷̛̦͈̭̜̃̏e̵̢̳̔́̄̂͊ͅ ̵̧̬̼͇̕y̶̞̜̲̾͐́͝o̵͎̓̋̅ư̴̗̠̳̈́?̵͉͉̱̺̖͗

Caladin's eyes snapped open. He was floating.

The water was body temperature, to the point he only knew he was wet because of the feeling of thicker-than air sensations along his back. He stared up at the vast expanse of space, watching violets and blues swirl between stars. That's all there was here.

An empty expanse of astral projections.

It was odd, but peaceful.

He figured he must be dreaming.

Slowly, the blond found himself sitting up, arms braced lazily on his knees as he looked around. There wasn't anything else in here- not unless he counted the vaguely sparkly thing in the distance.

Golden eyes sparked with curiosity and well? It was just a dream after all- a little exploration wouldn't kill him.

It was only after standing did he notice he was barefoot. Barefoot and wearing clothes he would personally never put on. Ever.

Caladin's cheeks flushed slightly as he searched for buttons on whatever blouse he was wearing, the deep v-cut making him feel exposed.

Unfortunately or not, Caladin was impatient. And this *was* technically just a dream.

So he moved on.

The waters felt odd under his bare feet, reflecting the rest of the astral space perfectly, only ever disturbed by ripples he made.

And so he watched. And walked.

The sparkles in the distance seemed to slowly *render* in.

Fractals of something-

or broken mirror shards?

Whatever they were- they floated, suspended in the air. It became humid- and Caladin was no longer sure if it was air or water he breathed.

I̴̛̠͑ ̵̣͗͂k̸̟̹̏̆ͅń̷̙̝͚̤͆͘͝o̸̹̼̦͘w̷͙̼̎̽͌,̵̲̩̮͇͌ ̶̬͙͍͐͒y̵̛͔̟͚̺̦̆̊̅ó̸̰̟̏͊̎ũ̵̖͙̘̘̓ ̸͍̜̎̃w̴̬͒͘a̸̖̎̅͝ñ̸͕̬̞̫̆͘t̷̺͑ĕ̷̢͔̩̊͘̚d̴̫̈́̈́ ̴̡̩͖̝̈́̈́͠m̸͍̳̗͐͊̇̊̈́e̴̦̩͋��̰̰ ̶̘̔̑̑t̷͓͚̍̓͊o̷̹̰̹͐́͛ ̶̧̝̬́s̴͍͕̪͖̽ṯ̴̞̟̐ͅa̷̖̰̎̇̆̚y̶̧̳̤͑̒́̌.̷̺̫̞̣̬̾͌̉

He paused, steps faltering. Was that music?

Before him stood a massive, shattered structure, floating and reflective like a mirror. Yet it didn't look dissimilar to an iceberg. In front of it was a solid white, marble tea table. The style was something that looked like it'd come straight from Ragunna.

But-

The marble had a strange, iridescent sheen- softening the edges of the table and giving it the illusion of being wrong.

Of being not there.

G̴͕̤̣̟̐o̸̧̭̺͎͔͗̄̎d̸͔̦͓͉̤̳̗̻̯̉̆̾̋,̵̱̯͓̽̌̓̍̍̍̅̚͜ ̵̡͉͍̼̜̘̠̅̎̃͝w̴̠͒̓͘̕͘ȟ̵̛̜̫͈̠̲͉̄̇̋̏̐̃̂͜͜a̶̢̛̘̲̩̜̩̎͊t̵̳͚̗͚͔͔̒̅̈͗͐ ̷̧͚̲̟̾̽͌̈̈́h̵̢̧̝͔̱̓͗́̓̊̕͘͠ȃ̸̛͕̦̫̈́͒͊̏͌̆v̴̮͎̝̭̹̱͊̾͊̿͠ͅe̸̤̩̓̈̃͒̍͋̍͗͝ ̷̨̧̣͓̙̮̀͗̊͂̓̃̈́̕͘ý̵̘̯̔̓̂̅̀͛̒̆ọ̴̡͚̪̤͙̟̰̊́̀͆̈́͝u̵̞̽́̀͌͑̒͝͝ ̵̨͕̯͓̬̓̌̈͝d̸̢̮͍̫̝̮̍̂͊͗͋̏o̴̳̓͑̈́̈́̐̐͒̅ͅn̵̳̪̻̋̀̃͗̿͝͝é̶̗̩̪̞̣̬͈̊?̴̣̤̭̣͚̈́̇̍̒͑̏

Caladin flinched at the sudden, distorted song, glancing around cautiously. It was beginning to feel less and less like a dream- more...

familiar?

When he glanced back at the table, he froze.

There was a chair now- the same material and style- the same off sheen.

He took a step back, attempting to call on his forte.

Yet.

The usual, ever present humming that lingered under his skin, burning with heat and purity in ways all Spectro was and yet could never quite be like his-

It wasn't there.

Even his tainted resonance was completely out of reach.

His heart dropped.

Something was very, very wrong with this place.

It was achingly familiar.

His eyes darted around for a moment, frantic gold trying to take in all the details of the mirrored pocket of space-

And then he caught his own reflection in on of the floating fragments.

His tacet mark was gone. And now there was a three-pronged swirl nestled in the crook of his neck, on the right side.

His eyes rapidly flickered back to the table, freezing.

He could barely breathe.

Why had he even looked away?

A woman...?

A woman sat at the table, perched gracefully in the marbled seat, rippling in the same "unreal" way the table and chair did.

She was glowing white, faint swirls of colors dancing from the astral space across her dress and up her solid white arms. He thought she was sipping from a tea cup-

But when his eyes moved to meet her gaze-

There was nothing.

Where a head should be was instead a swirling ball of light and mirror shards.

O̸̡͍̞̞͙̖̣̫̗̼̭͖̿͗͒̋̓͐́̽̑̀̇̀̇̐̈́̚͝͠ḩ̶̧̨̙̳̝͍͕̠̯̬͓̤̖̮̼̘͍̦̗̭̦̻͚͚̠̘̙̜͎́̊̐͆̋̑͗͐͜͜͝ ̸̨̛̟͖͈̼̭͔̻̠̹̉́̎̅̀̌͂̂͋̈́̐̃̑́͋͑͘m̵̨̢̙͍̱͈̖̱̞̭̻̙͇̲̊̄͑͐̐́̓͌̾̌͌̉̅̀̂͐̔͊͑̑̊̋͜͝ͅa̷͓̹̎̑̽̓͂̂̔̽͊̕͠ͅm̴͓̗̒̂̔̑̀̽̑̈̃̉̈́̅̂̄̑̑̋͝a̶̡̤̰̗̜̬̪̞͉̺͇̺͖̮͕͔̘͇̥͉̪̋̆͛͌͑̈̽͘͜͜,̷̢̢̨͍͇̳̦͇̹̟̟̲̤̣̙̲̩̬̰̠͕̩̮̑̀́̀͜͠͝ ̷̡̡̧͚͚̤̟̠͈̮̤̤̖͓̯̹̭̩̙͚̠̺̺͕̅̆̍̽͐̀͛́̋̚̕͝I̷̛̼͔̳̙͉̲͓͖̹̲͚̤̟̮͎̭̦̭̪͍͇͔̘͚͉̻͚̦̝͆̓̎̇̅̅̀̂̄̇͌̀̀̂̈́͌͆̇̉͊̈́́̂̈́͑̚̕͝'̵̨̢̺̰̮͚̺̙͋m̶̧̧͚̼̖̳̮̲̠̙̪͚̹̠̺̋̊̏̈́̈̋̍̽͗̋̉̀̐̏̓̿́̿̿̀͌̕̚̚̕͝ͅͅͅ ̶̧̲͕͓̦̩̗̥̳͙̩̬̝̫̗͎̪̥̼̳̞̳̺̺̂͑̎̽̂̌̾̐͂́́͒̆̏̑͒͘̚͘͜͠͝ǰ̴̢̙̠̦͕̘̺̳̍̄̃̾̋́́̌͝ȕ̴̝͔̭͕̦̃̓̑ş̸̧̨͓͚̼̖͓̹͇͕̦̰͓̥̗͕̲͎͐͘ţ̷̛̛̱̺̭̹̬̺̩̞͎̦̗̼͎̜̼͒̈́̑̅̏̈́́̽̋̓̆͛̄͑̈́̌̐̋̍̒̈̅̃̾̀̕͘͜͝ ̵͖̎͋̇̎̊̍̏ḧ̶̢͍͔̤̣͔̣͔́̒̂̉͆̊̑̈́̈̎͐̂̊̈́̓̓̕̚̕a̵̪̐͌̎̇͆̀̉̄̀̓̔̓̐̀̊̇̈́̀̚͝v̸̨̖͖̗̳͔̲͕̠͈̅̀̎̑̈́̆̊̈́͊́̈́̈́̿́̊́̇̂̐͛͘͘̚ͅi̶̡̧̡̡̢̛͕̖̰͎̮̫͉͖̼͉̭̜̻͔̺͙̣̙̙̬̗̪͍̖̬͗̓͐̈́̓̏͒̆͂̋̉̓̍́͂̾͐͐̊̾̓͂͑̽͗̿̂̄̚ͅn̷̡̧̛̥̞̘̱̮̫̞̝̝̺͍̬̩̦͔̙͗́̑̐̒̍̋͌͊̏̒̈̾́͋̌͗̃̎̚͜͠͝ͅg̷̢̛̠̹͚̹̲̫̞̉̈́̈́́̓͊̾̀͗̿͂̽͆̈́̆͘͜͠ ̷̲͎̱͇̠̀̉̇͜͝f̶̨̨̡̛̺̳̠̣̱̬̳̬͓̤̱͇͚̱͇͍̣͕̪̘̐̔̓̾̐͛͒͑̀͛͆̾̍́̀͋̂͐́̊͒͆̈́͆͂́́̒̕͘͠ͅṵ̵̧̢̢̫͈̤̤̗͙̬̖̠̦̳̘̰͙̼̦̟͇̖̮̹̹͔͍̀̇̈͆͐̽̂̒̒̅̄̓̈́̐̕͜ͅn̶͙̝͕̬̞͚͇̉̍̑͐̔͆ͅ��̨̨̧̡̬̯̖̪͍̭̗̯̤͎̼̞̤͙̞̻̙̣̳-̸̢̡̢̯̰̲̺̱̩͇͙̥̲̭̪̲̠͇͚̳͙̳̬̹̗̹͚̘̜͑͂̿̀̓͌̓̃͘͘̚͝

O̶͓̻̣̹̪̮̰̥͖̤͕̞̘͕̅́͆͑ņ̸̛̛͎͈̤̣̗̠̪̪̪͓͕͚̭͔̺̝͚͐͑͐̎͐̓̈́͜ͅ ̷̤͎̭̼̝͙̼͉̠͓͇̻͔̻̩͂̾͐̽̀͐͗̈́̐͆̾̄̋̄̎̃͒̀̒̔̚̚ͅţ̸̢̹͈͙͎͙̺̫̘̺̪̻̩̦͈̣̯̌̿͘͘ḧ̶͈͉̤̻̯̙́͊̽̈̅́̃͂͌̚ę̷̧̥̜̼͙̭̳̜͇̭̿̾̊̒̂͌́̍́̽͂̿͋̈́̀̇̍̆͊͂̕̕͜͠ͅ ̴̡̨̟̪̻͓̳̹̟̺̬͚͎̘̹͕̮̗̏̓̉̇́̿̈́̒̋̈́́̕͜͝͝͝s̴̨̯͕̝̥͉̫̼̗̖̳̲̼̼̙͚̱͚͉͗͋̀̎̒͑͛͐̃̊̚͜͝ț̸̖͋͊̈́̃̀̊̎̇̂̎͝ą̸̺͙̘͔͍͇̣͓̜̮͔͇͖͖̣̦͙̞͖̭͊̑́͋͊̌̃̕͘͜͝g̶͚͕̞͖̗̳̮͚̙̳̣̓̎̑̀́͛̅̅̂̌́̉̿̿́̉̀̊̚͘̕͠͝ȅ̶̬̍́͆͛͆͒̐̍̐̿̊̕̕̕ ̶̪̫̱̩̪̹̩̣̪̭̝̜̬̖͉̋͋̋̒̒͝ï̴͙͚̎̎̈̓̃͌͒̐̎̅̓̒̾̈́̂̚̕͠͝n̸̨̢̨̺̦̗̙͚̭̱̱̬͇͖̼̳̤̪̜͉̠̚̕ ̷̨̰͚̜̋́͑̅͐̊̒͜m̸̡͈͕̘͓͓̫̬̲̿̇̓̀̐̾͂͛͠ͅy̸͔̣̫̫̲͇̬̬̙̭̪̼̙͑̓̋́̄̔̈͂̄͒̈́̏̓̑̈́͊̋̇̋̚͜͝͠͠ͅͅ ̸̧̢̢̧̟͍̠̖̱̭̦̲̦͖̙͖̹͍͙̠̑̅̏̀̒̽̇̍͗͛́̽̚͘͜͠ͅḩ̷̧̧̨͓͔͓͉̣̠̼̥͔̺̟̲̤̋̑͒͂̒́͊͐̉̅̋̇̊͘̚͜ͅe̶̛̜̽̏̔͛̽́̾̈̄̂͆̎̓͊̑̒̔̀͊͌̕͝e̵̢̛̗̺̼͔͈̗̠͍͓̬̙̙̭̤̳̫̘̹͚̣̽̓͌̈́̒̈͆̌̆̚ḻ̸̡͘̕ş̶̡̨̦͔͎̖͚̖̘͈͇͍̦͈̟̘͈̥͔̘̝̋̓́̐͆͒̈́̐̍͂̔̈͗̊͋̿̆̕̕

I̶̧̢̞̞̜̦̻̯̮̱̪͐́͋̊̅̀ț̸̨̻͖͖̫̜̃̈̒ͅ'̷̡̫͙̜͇̱̪̞̰̺́̔͌̕s̸̳̖̤̀̍̋͗̐͒͆̽̅̄ ̶̣̯̪̲̖̘̥̗͙̦̎͒̅͘̕̕͜w̸̰̯̐̓͌̔h̴̜̬̎̃̉͑͒̀̌̽͆͜ê̸̢̡̨̛͙͙͚̝̟̎̃͑͘ȑ̴̨̥͍̞͎̲̻̓̓e̴̘͈̳̠̒ ̴̻̤͐̋̒̄͆̏̓͝I̵̙͉͑̍͗͜ ̶̖͎͉͍͚̂̓͗̿͌̈͑̀͑b̷̼̬̬̻̦͛͒̎̄́͂̽͘ę̵̧̡̛̺̦̖̠̬̱̣̐͆̃̚͝͝ļ̵͈̟̟̲̤͛̇̅̆̈́̌̀̚̚̚o̶̘͚͐̈́̈́̍n̸͎̱̼͕̗̿̽̒̾͑̌̚͠ͅg̴̢̩͓͇̭͇̦͇̮͈̭̀͐̆̀̈́̃ ̸̢̮̻̱̜̞̂̑̓͆͗̈́̽̿̆̒͠ͅd̵̨̨̻̳͎̻͔̭͖͖͐̄̇ͅǫ̷͙̟̜͈̪̜͓̉̈́̆͑̈́̏̀͂̀̚ͅw̷̡͚̖̹̫̥͍͎̤͋͆̔̚n̸̦̖̪͎̉͒͘ ̷̢̙͔̤̼̥̑̈́̽͐̊͑̄͜á̴̗̠̾͑̓̌͋̈́̀͊̚͝t̶̛͉̪́̈́̕ ̵̖̳̺̗͎͙̗̟͊͌͛͘̕͝͠t̸̨̠̘͎̝͚̬̪͇͈̀̌h̵̞̖̝̞̓̀̈́̀͂̊͝e̸̘̰̭͖̭͂̉̿͌͘̕͝͝͝-̶̈́̒̚͜

Caladin's ears rang painfully, and the three-pronged swirl on his neck burned.

He couldn't move. He could barely breathe.

And for some reason, he knew what she'd sing next.

"Pink pony club...?" He muttered, almost unaware he'd said it.

The... woman didn't respond, and the burning lessened.

Caladin shuddered involuntarily as hum rang out through the space, a varied mix of harmonies. He got the vague feeling this... woman was pleased with his response.

The swirling fractals near her face began to dim slightly, and images began appearing- appearing everywhere there were mirror shards.

[A teen girl, maybe sixteen if he had to guess. She had shoulder length curls the color of blood and eyes of Ocean and Sky.]

Caladin watched as she danced and laughed, twirling with the aide of another out of frame. She had a greyed scar from her left cheek bone to jaw, and as she twirled, Caladin noticed the three-pronged swirl mark in the crook of her neck on the left side.

Something oddly heavy and anxious settled in his chest.

She laughed, the sound bright and full of life. Then the mirror glowed and changed again.

[The same teen girl stood atop a pile of... bodies and rubble, clutching her right arm. Exhaustion colored her features and she seemed to be staring out a blurred battle field, the sounds of screams and roars of creatures echoed aloud. He couldn't tell if the wound on her forehead was still bleeding. It matched her hair]

Caladin stood frozen, watching her inhale shakily, her blue eyes burning gold- *his* gold.

The arm she was holding had a thing circle of paper scrawled with runes wrapped around her bicep. He watched her climb and stumble across the mirrors.

[This time, he could clearly see her celebrating, slouched with a tired but easy smile against another blurred figure. She chatted happily with those around her, smile exhausted but relieved. Her eyes were blue once more.]

He was tense. Something wasn't right with this scene. And she seemed to notice that too, because her eyes burned gold once more and she lurched to stand.

The scene rapidly changed, blurred figures darting around. Her voice raised, a foreign tongue spilling from her lips and full of authority, panic in her eyes.

He knew that feeling. He knew and his heart ached for her.

Because she was about to loose everything.

He could only see the panic on her face as she stared up at whatever was looking down at her from his viewpoint.

And then an arrow of light shot straight through her forehead.

Caladin felt it- the visceral response of terror- the feeling that he couldn't die yet- he had too many depending on him- on them- on her-

The scene changed before he got the chance to recover.

[A young man, likely in his early twenties was lying in bed. He looked tired- like he was grieving. He had soft black hair and charcoal eyes. Yet for a moment, they flickered of Ocean and Sky and *his* gold- and then the man sat up. He had a scar, tracing from his left cheek bone to jaw. A three-pronged swirl was visible from the collar of his shirt, nestled in the crook of his neck on the right side.]

Caladin didn't have time to process as hundreds of people began to flicker across the mirror shards, all sharing these qualities- these characteristics with him.

Then it stopped.

The mirrors dimmed, and the woman in the chair turned to him, as though she could see right through him.

-

Hi everyone!

This was super fun for me, even if I'm sure this doesn't make much sense. This is actually a crossover with one of my original works.

I wanted to try this style of story telling, and if everyone likes it, I think using polls to help decide the outcomes of the Beneath the Sands quest during role play is a really neat idea????

Anyways, please pick an answer at your leisure. In a real usage of this method, choices and who voted for what would decide how the narration of the Quest continues. After meeting Caladin, he'd also become an active particpant in the polling decisions.

In theory, it'd work like this:

I'd make a post detailing the scene and story as a Narrator, with a poll(s) at the end containing options for the interracting OCs to respond based on. Once the poll duration runs out, the majorities choice would dictate the next scene??

It probably wouldn't be nearly ac structured as this, but I thought it'd be a neat idea on incorporating "dialogue" choices like in game.

Anyways, let me know what you think!

Taglist:

@uncreative-cryptid

@hobbysognodilibri

@crypticrainbowmoss

@captainsounddisaster

@yupuffin

[hobbysognodilibri]

Okay okay-

So sorry because I’m sure you’re asleep-

I’ve been thinking about Caladin’s kit and I’m definitely going to need some help :’)

I think I want him to work for Dual DPS/quick swap teams in which his outro skill buffs the incoming party and his intro skill generates energy-

But as for his main combat, just based on the visuals I have in mind, I think his Resonance liberation would be a bit like dropping a nuke??

I’m trying so hard not to design him specifically to work with Jinhsi because that’s where my brain went first-

But I think I like the idea of his basic attack causing a stack of what I’m calling “Venegance” for now??? I’m trying to decide what kind of buff it would be, but I think using his Ult would clear all stacks of Venegance and enhance [Atk, Crit, or other stat??] by x amount for the whole party???

I could see it enhancing his basic attack so you have the option of keeping him on field after his Ult or swapping him out to another DPS like Jinhsi, Xiangli Yao, or even Jiyan??? Maybe???

I’m not sure if I want his skill to change with his Ult usage or not??? I don’t have any real ideas for his Ult to be honest :’)

Sorry if this is complicated nonsense or if I don’t make sense. I’m also very confused :’)

Dw dw about the time lol! I'm usually awake at 2am (insomnia my beloathed) but this time I was surprisingly asleep~ but again no biggie since I never hear notifications from tumblr no clue why

Alright I love the idea of double dps teams (despite the facts that all the teams I use are hypercarry lol) but about Jinhsi... I mean she is purely a hypercarry dps, or at least I've never seen anyone use her in double dps... To use them both in a team you should probably have the second dps and the suport be able to do coordinated attacks to charge her forte, or have her S1 so that it charges faster... I'm thinking how it could work...

The thing is most limited 5* are purely hypercarry that hardly work in double dps... The exceptions being Xiangli Yao (who stays in the liberation state even after being swapped out) and Changli (who is in every double dps team comp I've seen so far, but I don't have her so Idk how she works lol)

So if you want him to work on that for most limited 5* he'd probably need to be a very niche character, maybe buffing the attribute and something specific for the other dps... Unless again you either plan on using him with Yao or Changli (or any of our OCs that work more easily in double dps quick swap)

I like the idea of the ult being a nuke that also buffs the whole team! Really really like it

Let's try with a hypothetical kit.

So we have basic attack generating Vengeance (I had to look up how to write the world it was frying my brain fuck english) stacks, these stacks buffs a stat for him (let's say attack, just a basic af thing don't think too hard about this). Then his ult goes off (his intro generates a bit of energy for him so it'd probably charge pretty quickly) and deals a ton of dmg. After that you can either keep him on field (and have a main dmg dealer with something enhanced after the liberation cleared the stacks of Vengeance, let's say his basic atk, kinda like Cyno in genshin) or swap him after his concerto is full (and the ult buffed a stat for the other characters).

I think that's kinda what you wrote in your ask?? I'm short on coffee so maybe I messed up but whatever

If that's what we're going with I think the thing you should enhance (and maybe hypothetically build him on) is basic attack, since that's what's gonna charge the stacks and deal dmg more often... Then liberation again is a nuke/maybe change stance/buffs other team members. If you have him change stance after the ult adn keep the stance after being swapped out he could work well with like Yao that has a similar mechanic/gameplay.

As for the skill... I remember you said a while ago that you were thinking about some crowd control thing to add to his kit and I still stand by that being a good idea... Idk if you've seen Roccia's leaks but she does have something like that, or even Yangyang... either way it's useful since we don't have many cc units in wuwa so that'd be nice. You could do something that does dmg, a small cc area (so it's useful for both his nuke and a possible other dps) and idk maybe something with his stacks...

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Damn I rambled a lot~

Got a bit carried away lol

But other than being a lore player I'm very much also a "fighting" player (not to the point of being a meta slave but I love the combat mechanics so much)

Let me know if you get any idea or need help figuring anything out (this is also for the actual game if you need help just ask, as a day one "everything player" I can consider myself enough of an expert lol)

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Five days late, but whatever! Happy birthday, Mammon!

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Stilgar x plus size reader

When the sand is still and the sun has set, you reflect on what has become of your life but there is someone unexpected who wishes to show you how valued you truly are

Warnings: some Dune 2 spoilers but nothing too major, suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, fluff, love confessions, hope , mentions of death and pregnancy

WC: 1.1k

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You doubted that you would ever get used to the harshness of Arrakis. The heat and the perpetual dryness were a constant reminder about how far from home you really were but your duty was not to your own comfort, it was to your Lady Jessica. You followed her from the drowned planet of Caladin all the way here, protecting her and her son, as well as the unborn child within her. 

The Fremen looked down on you, even after Jessica was named Reverend Mother and Paul became Muad'Dib, you were still the outsider, the one whose eyes had yet to be stained by the Spice. You got used to eating, sleeping and walking alone, the sand beneath your feet becoming the only thing you could count on. You trailed behind everyone else, they called you a waste of water and there were times that you couldn’t help but agree. You could not fight, nor harvest Spice, you were raised and trained to be a lady’s maid, destined to spend your days in the shadows observing the world around you as life passed you by.

You often wondered why Stilgar had fought so hard for you to stay with the Fremen when you had nothing to offer them. Even Lady Jessica couldn’t find a use for you anymore. 

The moonlight cast a blue glow over the mountainous sand dunes and you could almost imagine that they were the ocean waves of your home planet. The camp was quiet, everyone having retired for the night an hour before yet you remained awake, deep in thought. No one would know you had gone until the morning, the wind would wash away your foot prints. You would give your water to the desert.

Just as you rose to your feet, a strong hand clamped down onto your shoulder, keeping you in place. “Why are you not resting Suhl?” Stilgar’s voice was quiet but it still held such power over you. You turned slowly in his hold to face him, yet he did not release your shoulder. His blue eyes shone like gems in the moonlight, making your heart jump and flutter. 

“Forgive me for worrying you, I found that I couldn’t sleep.” You bowed your head. Stilgar tutted softly and hooked a finger beneath your chin, guiding your eyes back to his. His thick brows were pinched in confusion though his expression remained soft, far softer than you had seen him look at anyone else. He seemed doubtful of your excuse.

“How many times have I told you to come find me if you need something?” Your cheeks blazed with the heat of shame. Stilgar was a generous man, especially with those he cared for and inexplicably, he was almost too giving when it came to you. He gave you extra water when you had consumed yours too quickly, he showed you how to sand walk when your fear of the sand worms had mounted, he had even shared his tent with you on so many occasions that you had lost track of the number. 

His hand shifted to your soft cheek, his calloused palm from a lifetime of fighting a stark reminder that you were not made for this life, this planet. “I can see that is not all that worries you Suhl. Tell me what troubles are clouding your mind.” You attempted to swallow down the thick lump trapped in your throat but when the older Fremen let his free hand wander to your lower back, his thumb gently rubbing the base of your spine, you choked on the tears you had not allowed yourself to shed.

“It is nothing.” You tried to deny and tug yourself away from the man that had been caring for you. Your eyes burned as he held you closer, a show of affection that you had never received before. He clicked his tongue at you, as if he were scolding a child.

“Suhl.” He cooed, dipping down to press his forehead to your own, the tips of your noses brushing together. You could no longer hold back.

The first tear that rolled down your full cheek shocked you both. It was quickly followed by another and another and another until they dripped down your chin and onto the loose white shirt Stilgar wore at night. You hiccuped and slumped into his strong chest. You clutched at his waist as you continued to sob but the Fremen, despite his constant insistence that absolutely no water could be wasted, gently rocked you back and forth, whispering comforting words into your hair, even if you couldn’t understand them.

“I shouldn’t be here. I should have been killed with the others when the Harkonnens. I am of no use to anyone and everyone knows it.” You pretend not to notice the way his muscles seize and he goes stiff in your arms, you wished to bask in his affections for as long as you could, before he too realised the truth.

His thumb ceased its movement and he slowly pried his chest away from yours. “Is that what you truly believe?” Your lack of an answer told him everything he needed to know.

He pulled you back into him, his thick arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders like he were fearful that you would suddenly dart away from him and into the desert where he could not follow you. Your eyes screwed shut as you curled into him. More tears stained his shirt but he did not flinch away from you.

“Do not waste your water on those who would not drink from you. You are better off crying for the dead.” A light breeze washed over the both of you, kicking up the sand around your feet. “You are not like us Suhl, you are soft where we are ruthless. It is true that you are not meant for this life but I would not have you take that light away from this world, not when I can keep you safe until this world is kind enough to let you bloom.” 

“Why?”

His chuckle made your head bounce against his sternum. “I thought it obvious. You are my Suhl.” A hand came up to lovingly cup the back of your head, urging you to look him in the eyes. “Suhl means peace. And that is what you are: my peace. And one day, when the sands have disappeared beneath a sea of green and Dune is free once more, I hope that I shall be yours too.”

You can’t help but smile which in turn makes Stilgar beam, the blue of his eyes shimmering with what you now realised was love. “Thank you Suhl.” Your pronunciation was clumsy and most certainly needed some practice but still, he squeezed the base of your skull and dipped down, pressing his lips to yours.

The sun would rise soon and you would be forced back into the real world and all its dangers, but for now, you basked in the moonlight, safe in his arms. Perhaps Arrakis held more than just pain.

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Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...

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being in online cosmere spaces without having read the stormlight archive yet means I’ll just be watching and reading stuff that sounds like this to me: and so the radiant spren along with the power of stormlight and the 7th shard of the third realm that hoid was in while caladin was using the investiture stormlight with the doom slugs which all started during the shattering of the adonalsium

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Incorrect Quotes Tag!

Tagged by the very cool, @rickie-the-storyteller! Find her post here!

This is the link to the generator.

Since the last time I did this, I used my characters from The Last Wrath, this time, I did this tag for my main cast of Tales of Wilted Flowers!

It is mostly platonic, the only ships here are: Rylisan/Eiralis, and Xarian/Lorelai.

Micah, Caladin, Arista, and Neoma'ka are their friends and adventuring companions. Kaellel is Eiralis' estranged older brother and Niven is one of Rylisan's many siblings.

Xarian: Is something burning? 

Lorelai (leaning seductively on the counter): Just my desire for you. 

Xarian: Lorelai, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Kaellel (flying down to camp like nothing’s wrong in the world): Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Rylisan: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

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Eiralis to Rylisan: Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Eiralis: What are you doing?

Rylisan, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it is not working.

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Xarian: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.

Caladin: I will politely decline.

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Rylisan: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”?

Arista (a dhampir with issues): …

Arista: …Should I not have?

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Neoma’ka: While you were caught up in your heterosexuality, I studied the way of the blade!

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Lorelai: Do you have a self-care routine?

Kaellel: "Keep going bitch,” said to myself in different accents.

Eiralis, coming into the room: Kaellel, no.

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Rylisan, stoically amused: Do you need help getting up?

Caladin, after a drunken brawl: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

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Eiralis: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.

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Xarian, incredulous:... You’re giving me a sticker?

Lorelai: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Xarian: … 

Xarian: I’m not a preschooler.

Lorelai: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Xarian: I earned this, back off!

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Kaellel, eyeing Rylisan with a death glare: It’s not that I don’t trust Eiralis, I just... don’t trust my sister's impulse control. Especially when it comes to you.

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Eiralis: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Rylisan, feigning shock: Cannibalism.

Eiralis: *confused chewing noises*

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Micah: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere...

Kaellel, walks past: Only as their rodeo clown.

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Lorelai: Neoma’ka, no.

Neoma’ka, cracking her knuckles, walking towards a fight: Neoma’ka, yes.

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Lorelai: Why do humans have different blood groups?

Caladin, looking at Arista: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

Arista: *vampiric hiss*

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Rylisan: What can therapy do for me that screaming for 30 minutes can’t?

Niven: I have several questions... Namely why are you like this?

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Micah: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend my friendship on new clothes.

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Rylisan: You're violent.

Arista: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

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Caladin: I was arrested for being too cool.

Xarian: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Xarian: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?

Lorelai: Xarian, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Xarian: …

Lorelai: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Xarian, narrows his eyes: ...

Lorelai: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

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Rylisan: Do we have any orange juice left?

Kaellel: *pours the remaining juice into their cup without breaking eye contact*

Kaellel: Sorry, we’re all out.

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Xarian: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold?

Neoma’ka: Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

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Rylisan: Niven, I screwed up, big time.

Niven (downing a glass of wine, done with life): Brother dearest, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Arista: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.

Caladin: *sobbing*

Arista: Look, my dude, I'm not sure where to go with that.

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Lorelai: That was so hot, Xarian.

Xarian: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Lorelai: I'm so in love with you.

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Kaellel: You know, Micah, you are the sun in my life.

Micah: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?

Kaellel: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you. LEAVE MY HOUSE-

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Neoma’ka: What do you do for a living?

Rylisan: I exist against my will.

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Eiralis: Hey, Rylisan, do you have any hobbies?

Rylisan: Swimming..

Eiralis: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-

Rylisan: In a pool of self-hatred and regret.

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Micah: As a responsible adult-

Caladin: *chuckles*

Micah:… As a responsible adult—

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Lorelai: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.

Xarian: Oh, that was all real.

Rylisan (interrupts): Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!

Xarian: Well, If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right!

Lorelai:... He has a point.

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[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Of Trashcans, Alley Cats, and begrudgingly touch starved Crocodiles.

Aka Cat!Beneath the Sands AU.

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The fluffy thing was weird. It felt soft beneath his paws but not quite like fur and it smelled like too many things at once. It made his nose itch.

(Caladin would later learn this is called a "rug.")

He had been picked up by the odd green Twoleg and had been staying in their Den for a few days now. He was certainly still wary of them- them and the other brightly colored Twolegs that came around sometimes. But they had been gentle with him.

He would admit that this soft den was much better than the wet box he'd been sleeping in, and the food was very tasty. There were other cats, but Caladin was only familiar with the one who'd "picked him up" with the Twoleg, Valerian. He was relatively respectful- allowing Caladin space to adjust and answering questions. There were apparently at least two other cats- Sobeknesef, grumpy but quiet, and Jiahui, who was recovering from losing part of her leg.

Caladin felt sorry for her. She slept a lot. He'd tried bringing her a squirrel once. The green Twoleg had taken it away and replaced it with one of the tasty things that didn't look like food.

Well. He tried.

Now he was sitting next to Valerian on the smelly, fluffy thing. Sun high made them all sleepy. The bengal was all splayed out in a sunny spot while Cal sat up straight, watching. And waiting.

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"Hey- Val...? What the fuck, dude. When did you get so many cats- and-" Caladin paused, squinting at the collars around the necks of the bengal and mau.

"Did you name your cats after us????" The blonde snorted, expression both amused and mildly bewildered as he glanced over at his friend.

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Feel free to add onto this with your OCs. I was just thinking of a little silly modern AU in which Valerian adopts Cats and names them after his friends :3

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[hobbysognodilibri]

Just a silly little thing for you-

I was looking over Xiangli Yao’s Forte Examination report as I begin to craft Caladin’s-

And I finally noticed he has a Tacet mark *tattoo* on his hand to match his prosthetic????

He’s so silly and I love him-

Anyways- back to doing more profile stuff for Cal before I even attempt to figure out his kit-

Yesss

I love Xiangli Yao he's so cute

But yeah many people think that that's his tacet mark and they don't see that it's on the prosthetic (tbh it's hard to see)

But yeah I like the idea of him having a tattoo to match the mark (and I'm repeating myself here but) HE'S SO CUTE

Can't wait to see what you have in store for Cal~

If you need help with anything ask ahead!!

(on the topic of OCs do you have any idea for what I could write for Jiahui, I really wanna write something for her even if it's just random bits but I'm a little short on ideas rn)

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Tiktoks Caladin Would've Made

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Caladin! very loosely based on his description and reference pictures :> I hope this vaugely captures what you were picturing @unrealistic-ideas-for-writers :))

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OH MY GOD?????

Thank you thank you thank you-

He’s gorgeous :0

Haoabaoaha

I don’t even think you know how cool this is-

Saving this- absolutely saving this.

Caladin! very loosely based on his description and reference pictures :> I hope this vaugely captures what you were picturing @unrealistic-ideas-for-writers :))

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Boys with interesting names born in Ohio between 2016-2020 [C, D & E]

Cadge Robert Cadillac James Neil Cadyryeith James Caedensyn Ryan Cager Michael Lawrence James Cavenaugh

Cainden Anthony Wayne Caladin Jerome Calcifer Alexander Caliber Hercules Eugene Callister Phinnigan

Calrissian Clay Camper Travis Captain Thrasher Casanova Sincere Cash Money Knowlove

Casino Jayce Castiel Wraith Kage Castle Grey Casxius Mateo Caysten David

Cedar Judah Righteous Fire Celestian Justice Cerulean Jasper Quinn Chainze Quantiz Champ Ian

Chanden Ahlyx Undreas' Changler Chaos Alden Charger Ellis Charming Silas

Chasper Lee Chazander Allen-Charles Chieftain Edward Christain Saint Churchill Winston

Ciroc Xavier City Edward Cleatous Carl Elzie Cloud Strife Coastal Oak

Coltrick Jaxson Cordarylrold Rionte Courage Jonathan Cowboy R W Coylt David

Coyote Lee Cranston Bernard Creviston James Crichton Jeffrey Cronus Lee

Crown Edward Elite Currency Douglas Cyidniey Rishone Samuel

Dacoldest Woodrow Daddy Yankee Daedalus Ares Daedric Valen Dagger Allen James

Da'Money Astron Daxstin Ray Daytona Allen Debbenair Markiest Defiance Kwame Hamilton

Dentley Steven Derexson James Derranger Alexander Destined Timothy Lynn De'Xillion Artis

Dieuexiste Michael Dodger Bradley Dohnathan Randy Lee Draik Jaxon Driven Eugene Duster Davon

Eagle Renaldo Ecclesiastes Kane Edger Frank Elysium Isle Emperor Pariss

Eomer Thorin Erebus Cecil Evaryce Lee Evzen Joseph Exander Conrad Exodus Sol

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Polusi Udara

Polusi udara Jabodetabek ngga main-main. Kasus ISPA pada anak mulai bertambah. Tak sedikit warga twitter mengeluh alergi debu. Alergi debu pun dirasakan oleh saya sendiri. Terakhir saya alergi debu sebenarnya sudah lama sekali, saat saya duduk di bangku SMP. Wajah saya gatal, gradakan dan bengkak. Ngga hanya wajah, tangan dan kaki pun ikutan gatal. Mau tidak mau saya garuk saja. Karena ngga tahan tiap malam sedikit kesulitan tidur, saya taburkan bedak Caladine ke wajah, tangan dan kaki.

Saya pikir, saya sudah sembuh. Malam kedua lebih parah, bagian sekitar mata benar-benar bengkak seperti orang habis nangis padahal engga. Saya coba order obat incidal lewat Halodoc karena memang sudah jam 10malam. Setelah minum saya langsung tidur dan paginya bengkak berkurang tapi masih gatal.

Tips dari saya untuk menghadapi polusi udara akhir-akhir ini

Pakai masker dan kacamata saat keluar ruangan. Entah itu jarak dekat atau jauh tetap pakai saja. Karena kita juga tidak tahu kondisi kulit kita apakah sedang baik saja atau tidak.

Hindari olahraga di luar ruangan seperi jalanan. Memang olahraga adalah aktivitas positif untuk menjaga kesehatan. Tapi di kondisi polusi seperti ini baiknya mengambil alternatif olahraga yang dapat dilakukan di dalam ruangan.

Pakaian yang lebih dari 2jam digunakan di luar ruangan atau selepas pulang kerja baiknya langsung direndam air dan dicuci untuk antisipasi debu yang menempel akan menyebar ke dalam ruangan.

Bersihkan ventilasi udara secara berkala dan selalu cek apakah sudah berdebu atau belum. Kalau sudah berdebu langsung saja dibersihkan.

Bagi yang merokok dan membakar sampah tolong diminimalisir. Karena memang kondisi seperti ini ditambah dengan asap dari rokok dan bakaran sampah akan memperparah polusi udara. Jadi, dimulai dari kesadaran diri sendiri.

Semoga kita semua senantiasa sehat selalu ya. Jangan lupa banyak minum air putih, makan sayur dan buah. Semoga bermanfaat🫶🏻

Jakarta, 28 Agustus 2023

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Quay: w a t e r

Caladin:…? Quay?

[The two were touring Ragunna. Quay was introducing Caladin to a restaurant with great pastries. Quay has not had his daily ocean exposure yet today.]

Quay: s a l t

Caladin, following his gaze to the sea: Beach day it is, I guess. I hope Mortefi doesn’t kill me

[Cal proceeds to lay in the sand because s a n d and w a r m while Quay got his ocean exposure.]

Hang on, where's that one TikTok audio that's like "I need to go into the SEA"

because that's Quay