#calista keen

[mistress-light]

I just realized/discovered that the necklace, that Robian wears, has two missing pendants. I could never quite place it why, but omg.... now it hit me!

Turns out Auden wears one......

And his late wife and mother of Auden..... Calista.

Just bloody end me... ;A;

[phoenixiancrystallist]

*contemplates swatting Keen with a rolled up newspaper until he changes his name to Shriek*

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 8

Fergus concludes his birthday party and we get some news.

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore

Calista: Ready to lose all your sleep ins

Eliza: What do you mean

Calista: An adoption fell through at the last minute and my husband put you two forward before they had time to go to the waitlist

Eliza: Wait, really? You're not tricking me?

…

Aaron: So she’s an infant born this morning. There was a family set up but they got cold feet about not having access to parents medical histories so I just told them how reliable the two of you are together. She’s got African American descent so they were keen for at least one of the parents to match

Bob: Thanks Aaron, I really can’t thank you enough for this

Calista: Apparently the birth mother didn’t want to name her, she wanted to avoid attachment, but you didn’t hear that from me. Anyway better get brainstorming

Eliza: Oh Bob already has quite the list, trust me

...

Aaron: There’ll be papers but legally she’ll be seen as yours and Eliza’s from the get go

Bob: I’m sure we can handle not knowing the medical histories, we’re interested in her future. I know it’s selfish to want an infant-

Aaron: Hey, you can always adopt or foster an older one later on. You’re still bringing a child into your family, that’s generous no matter their age

Of course it is Fergus’ birthday party and he spends some time eating cake with his friends. Since aging up has already happened this rotation most of them are teens now to.

In the lounge the adults take over the TV.

Calista: Which button is the gas

Artemisia: Crash ma, crash!

Bob: It’s one of the right ones I think

Artemisia: It’s left ma! Other left! Watch out for-

Aaron: *sighs* You’re not being very helpful Emisia

Artemisia: *tuts* Blame Bob for not having enough seats at their table *leaves*

Eliza: There will be even less when we break the high chair out of storage

Artemisia: What are you doing out here

Beth: You’re all tall now, it’s weird

Artemisia: It’s not my fault that you’re younger than the rest of us

Beth: Whatever

And of course compulsory photos with friends! Chasity and Artemisia below.

Most of Fergus and Artemisia’s friends are born from in game couples. The first two below are Brianna Fryes and Drake Bheeda. Maybe people with better eyes can see the family resemblance but I cannot… Then we have Anya and Atlas

After the party Eliza heads out for a jog with Strawberry but when she gets home it’s Ginger who needs a bath? Keen to dust off her bathing small creatures skills Eliza takes her for a bath. Ginger is very appreciative, even if she shakes off a puddle into the corner.

When Eliza eventually gets to bed Strawberry feels like cuddles and wakes her up.

Eliza: Strawberry! Tomorrow is a big day, mother needs sleep, don’t wake up sleeping sims

Strawberry pretends to listen but she’s stubborn so I’m quite sure it makes no difference to her, especially since Eliza does cave and give her snuggles. Before going back to sleep Eliza decides to check on the dust bunny. Dusty gifts her a fire opal! Not wanting Ginger to feel left out of the snuggle-fest she cuddles her before heading back to sleep. Where is Bob?

It may be half past midnight but Bob is determined to finish his latest book. He’s not particularly good at writing but he needs to save up for his future restaurant.

Strawberry: *yaps* Play time dad, play

Bob: Sorry Strawberry, dad is busy just this second

Strawberry: *yaps* Ginger, come get dad to play

Ginger: *barks* Sure, oh... oh no... he’s on the computer!

To Bob’s confusion Ginger bolts out of the room and is followed by a curious Strawberry. Bob doesn’t have to much time to wonder on it though as he needs to keep writing.

Strawberry: *yaps* Why are we under here

Ginger: *whimpers* hiding

Strawberry: *yaps* Wait, what are we hiding from

Ginger: *whimpers* the computer

Strawberry: *yaps* come on, we’ll crawl out this side and we’ll be away from it. Let's comfort eat

Ginger: I suppose that's what dad does

Ginger reluctantly follows Strawberry out and does her best to forget that Bob is on the computer.

At 2:30 Bob finishes book number 4! He also reached writing level 4, hopefully soon he’ll be able to do more than self publish. Getting ready for bed he is giddy with excitement for his growing household.

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[nieithryn]

@prodijedi asked: [ nightmare ] Dooku wakes [CALISTA] up from a nightmare

It was so cold. The winter had settled on this world firmly, and the chill cut through his robes. The camp of Mandalorians below hardly seemed like the sort of force that would do the sorts of things they were accused of, but he had been wrong before...but there was something wrong. Something in the Force felt off, something was- He reached to get Dooku's (Papa...papa please...) attention, though Vosa (Komari? What are you doing!?) was already speaking, challenging, and suddenly a shout- the Mandlaorian's leader had arrived, Fett he thought his name was - and the Force exploded into motion around them. The battle had begun.

A low, keening noise escaped the padawan, red hair soaked in sweat. It was hardly the first nightmare, and would likely be far from the last, but it was...consuming. The incomplete impression of a memory that had shot down the length of their shattered, shredded Bond to wrap around the only surviving half. The fingers of it closed tight around her very soul, the rending wounds bleeding tears of agony onto her pillow as she dreamed. A truth that was not true...a truth that was all too true.

It was so cold. His lightsaber was out of reach...not that he could have used it. He was choking on blood. He could have laughed; he had only been brought for his negotiating skills...not for his bladework. It was so cold. He was dying. (He was dying! No, that could not be!) It was...so cold.He was dying.... (Master? Master!?)

She woke screaming.

A bone-deep chill had taken hold of her, delicate fingers grasping with shocking strength to the thing around her. The shaking of her hands was almost violent, the look in her crystal blue eyes wild. Unseeing, her gaze wandered the rooms that - until recently - she had shared with her Master, and now were her sole domain until her grieving was manageable. Then they settled, uncomprehending, on a barren piece of wall.

Slowly, she became aware that the thing she was grabbing (knuckles white, fingers more like claws, clutching as if she might drown if she let go) was a familiar, warm presence. Slowly, she became aware that it was her father. At the edge of her awareness, she thought she could hear (feel?) the deep, smooth rumble of his voice.

It took her long, long moments to fall against her father's chest, heaving in breaths. Tears were flowing from her eyes, unnoticed. Her shoulders shook.

When she finally spoke, her voice came raw and weak, as if she had been screaming a long time. It came flat, as if all the emotion had drained out of her. It came tired, as if she had not been sleeping mere seconds (only seconds?) ago.

"...th-thank you, Papa..."

[flyingwide]

Yes! And this has always made me wonder: who was she raised by? Like, she was 6, she wasn't just left to wander. Being Robian and Calista Keen's Kid had to have come with perks. My instinct is Treahy or one of the other Cognoscents (or maybe several of them) but either way, she likely lives in the Lower City by choice, not necessity. She likely grew up with as much privilege is possible in Cipal and really couldn't imagine not having a whole herd of people who care about her, or at least care about her as The Daughter of People to Whom a Debt is Owed

maybe this is unfair but I don’t have a ton of grace for Auden immediately post-Robian's death. or... I do because she's grieving and I get it but the history revision she does always makes me go "... you sure?"

"We welcomed you!" where? when? after Frey was thrown in prison? after she brought Robian back? after they almost gave her over to Sila? ohhhh after she almost died to protect Cipal from Sila. let's not pretend there was altruism here. this was pretty much always tit-for-tat. which is fine and normal and I don’t think anyone behaved particularly badly or irrationally but to position this as "people help each other without complaint" is dishonest to me

[regnantlight]

@flameleads​​ said: Zelda + Roy child please? 🥺

|| If they had a kid meme || 

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Princess Emilia Calista Hyrule (Royal title) Emilia Calista Hyrule-Mustang (legal name)

Gender: Cis Female 

General Appearance: Emilia has her father’s dark eyes, nose, and cheeks, and her mothers blond hair. pointed ears, and bold brows. Her face is soft and youthful looking, framed by bangs, and is often mistaken for a teenager well into her adult years. She has her mothers slender body type but is an inch taller at 5′1ft. 

Personality: Very intelligent, prideful, and confident with little fear of failure (This is what happens when you’re the daughter of two hardworking, ambitious, and endlessly supportive parents) That said, Emilia holds herself to a very high standard and tries hard to live up to her parents work while also stepping out of their shadows. This has led her to becoming a rather creative, quirky thinker, always seeking to try something that has never been done before, which is sometimes to her detriment. She has her father’s sass and cold anger, and her mother’s curiosity and unyielding determination. She is a visual learner. 

Special Talents: She has a keen eye for replicating what she sees into a drawing and decoding transcripts, as well as a natural inclination towards mathematics and languages. She can not draw from her imagination, however, and can’t perform mathematics in her head. 

Who they like better: Though Emilia and Zelda have a good relationship, she is a Daddy’s Girl, hands down. 

Who they take after more: Emilia would say she takes after her father most. Those that know her best would say she takes after Zelda. 

Personal Head canon: Like her mother, Emilia struggles to perform alchemy despite having the knowledge for it. She can perform little bits and pieces, but nothing consistent or controlled. Eventually, she is determined to reach the level where her father will teach her flame alchemy. 

Face Claim:

Child

Adult

[jenovahh]

Comm 07 - NSFW - Outing

Rating: NC-17/Explicit Tags: Fem!WoL X Ardbert, Named WoL, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Masturbation

Notes: A commission from twitter!

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A gentle breeze blows into the cottage, carrying the smell of freshly chopped vegetables and sliced meat with it. Dainty hands neatly cut off the crust of bread just pulled out of the oven, placing them in a nearby bowl to give to the birds when she departs. The sun has almost climbed to the middle of the sky, the day is still fairly cool, but it’s still warm. As a result Calista has chosen to wear something lighter today. Her Dalmascan top paired with her Eastern skirt makes for a light, breezy look, as well as being comfortable.

Humming a light tune to herself, she cleans as she works, neatly tucking the sandwiches into a basket similar to the one the Exarch had given to her upon her arrival on the First. With the ease of practice does she neatly fold the paper to keep them covered, slipping the basket on her forearm as she prepares to step outside.

Locking up, the Norvrandt sun beats down on her fair skin, but she had used ointments from the first to protect it. Making sure her sandals are strapped well on her feet, she seeks out her amaro, giving it an affectionate pat as she carefully climbs atop its back. Balancing carefully, she manages to side saddle as to not have to deal with moving her skirt to get comfortable. With just a few words, her amaro responds in understanding, giving her an affectionate smile as it slowly stands on its hind legs and spreads its six wings. Giving a testing flap, it checks to make sure its rider will not fall before taking to the sky.

The wind blows through her bound hair, the ribbon fluttering haphazardly in the breeze as her amaro sails through the sky. Calista watches as the Crystal Tower grows only a little smaller as they fly deeper into Lakeland, her peridot eyes taking in the magical vista before her. She had always found Lakeland to be a gorgeous region, loving it’s soft lavender grass and trees native to the First. With Bismarck resting in the background in the pristine lake, it made for a vista that even a painting couldn’t capture. Even still, she hoped to perhaps ensnare its beauty somehow so that she may show her other companions on the Source back home.

The amaro gives a little chirrup as it begins its descent, signaling to her to hang tight to the reins lest she might slip off its back. Doing as told, she takes the leathery straps in hand as the amaro slowly begins its descent, landing softly on the lush grass below. Sliding off its back, she rubs it affectionately before fishing a spare sandwich she had stowed away as a treat. Her laughter bubbles up as the amaro happily nuzzles her before taking the sandwich from her hand and swallowing it in one gulp. Giving one last nuzzle, it settles down for a nap as she begins to make her way through the forest.

As she makes her way through, she takes just a few more moments to take things in. All she can do now in this moment is wait; wait for the Exarch and Urianger to figure out how to carry their souls home, wait for Y’shtola to make a breakthrough with their discoveries of what they had found below in Anamnesis Anyder. Part of her felt on edge sitting still for so long, with nothing to do. Garlemald seemed to be sitting on their hands in the loss of their emperor, and Elidibus didn’t seem keen on revealing his plans anytime soon. It was at the forefront of her mind most days, but he had always said she was quite the worrier…

“He”, her sweet Ardbert.

As she continues stepping over fallen trunks and other twigs, the sounds of metal striking rock reach her ears, along with the sound of masculine grunting. Her approach is silent compared to the sound of a pickaxe hitting stone, allowing her to engage in a bit of voyeurism before she makes her presence known.

Peeking from behind a tree, Ardbert swings his pick with more force, a determined look etched onto his manly features. Sweat beads at his brow with each swing, eyebrows pinched together as he wills himself to hit the rock harder. Calista can feel herself swoon as she watches the flex of his muscles beneath tanned skin, given that his arms are bare in his craftsman’s tank top. It was rare to see this much of him, given that the armor of a warrior covered just about all of him. She couldn’t help but blush a little at her blatant admiration of how handsome he was, that even though they had been married for just a while now, she still felt her heart flutter as if she had met him for the first time.

Ardbert mumbles something under his breath, tightening his grip on the pick before taking another mighty swing. The rock finally breaks under his effort and he lets out a laugh of success, reaching down to sift for ore. The smile on his face lets Calista know he had found what he had sought, satisfaction brightening his features. Standing tall, he drags his arm across his forehead, wiping at the sweat there. Just as he turns to gaze at the Crystal Tower in the distance, his eyes finally catch her in her hiding place.

“Oh, I was unaware I had an audience.” He teases, clearly able to see the way her cheeks color over being caught.

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” Calista tries, finally stepping from behind the tree, uplifting the basket. “And, I had brought lunch.”

The way his face lights up immediately fills her with joy, her eyes drinking him in as he all but drops his pickaxe to the ground in favor of meeting her halfway. Once in arm’s reach Ardbert wastes no time grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. “Ardbert!” She shrieks, though her laughter is mixed in. “You will ruin my clothes, covered in all that dirt.”

“I’ll wash it when we get home,” he sighs into her hair, breathing her in. He hugs her tight, his arms curling around her.

“You will ruin your lunch as well if you are not careful,” Calista huffs, trying to meander the basket from between them.

“Did you only come out here to fuss at your loving husband?” Ardbert questions, pulling away for just a moment. Though it sounds like he genuinely asked, she can see how his lip quirk up in a smirk.

“I came here to give my husband a well deserved break.” She beams at him, eyes reflecting the blue sky. Saying nothing, Ardbert merely smiles as he drags a hand higher up her back, cradling her neck gently to press his lips to hers. Calista’s eyelids flutter closed immediately, focusing on their sweet kiss, giggling as Ardbert begins to pepper more across her face.

“You are a lovestruck fool,” she jests, finally pulling away to reach into her pack for a blanket.

“Full glad that I am.” He replies, taking the basket from her hands. Setting it down on the ground, he grabs the opposite end of the checkered blanket as they spread it out perfectly on the ground. Picking up the basket once more, he places it gingerly on the blanket, letting out a tired breath as he takes a seat.

Kneeling down, Calista begins to unpack the lunch. She chooses the sandwiches first, unwrapping the paper she so neatly folded a bell before. “You can start if you’d like. Surely, you are famished.” She urges, even going as far to pick up a sandwich and hand it to him.

With a gentle hand, Ardbert pushes it away. “Not so famished that I cannot wait a moment longer to share my wife’s cooking with her.”

Calista’s face flushes red immediately, surely to her hairline. Somehow hearing it from his lips, the words “my wife” set her face aflame. Ardbert laughs at her expense as she brings her hands to her cheeks, feeling their warmth. “Have I embarrassed you, my love?” he asks.

“Not at all!” Calista denies, fanning her cheeks lightly with a pout. ‘It is still just...new to hear you call me--”

“My wife?” He repeats, intentionally with a growl. He leans forward to tease her with kisses again, until the both of them are shaking with laughter. “If it helps, know I feel similarly when you refer to me as your husband.” With one last kiss on her lips, Ardbert helps reach over to pull out the freshly squeezed lemonade she had made that morning. It’s thankfully still cold, Ardbert pouring them each a glass as they settle down to eat.

Adjusting to ingredients on the First would’ve been difficult were it not for the Exarch’s help in teaching her about the variety of plant life here. What kind of wife would she be if she could not cook a meal for her and her husband? Granted she is not the average wife in the least. Most women are not dancing between shards, saving two worlds, striking down Ascians, and dismantling empires with their bare fists.

And most women certainly don’t get to marry their literal soulmate.

The two are content to eat in companionable silence, speaking up only if one of them has something on their mind. No longer shouldered with the burden of a slowly dying star, the happier notes of Ardbert’s personality shine through, making her fall in love with him a little more each time. As they finish up their lunch, they pack it back up in the basket to set it to the side.

Ardbert scoots closer to Calista, beckoning her to lie down beside him so that they can watch the clouds float by. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, she lays her head on his chest, the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes soothing her ever weary nerves. His hand lightly brushes through the length of her ponytail.

“It’s a beautiful day out,” Calista observes, her fingers dancing in nonsensical patterns across his torso. She can feel the tough muscle even through the fabric of his tank top, feel the hills and valleys of his abs beneath her hand.

“That it is.” He breathes, pressing her a bit closer to him. They sit in silence a bit more as Calista’s fingers continue their tickling, until she lays her palm flat to his stomach to get a better feel. She not just hears, but feels Ardbert’s breath hitch as she smooths her hand across his muscles, feel how he tenses beneath her.

Face warming, she lets her wayward hand stray up toward his chest, slowly growing bolder with her affections. She feels Ardbert shift beneath her, feels his arm work its way from under her head. Sitting up, she prepares to ask if something is wrong before she is brought back down, his lips crashing into her hungrily.

Their tongues dance together, Ardbert’s hunger pulling her under as he wraps both his arms around her. “Did you come out here just to tease me, my love?” He rasps, trailing heated kisses from her lips to her jaw, his hands slipping downward until they reach her backside and give a firm squeeze.

Calista gasps with the motion, arching into him as her hands flatten on his chest. Pressed close now, she can feel what her earlier attentions were doing to him, her face heating. Ardbert continues to trail down to her neck, his hands coming to her front to push the straps of her top down her shoulders. She moans as she arches into his touch, her own hands getting bolder as they dance downward to cup him through his pants. The moan he rewards her with spurs her on, her hand giving a firm squeeze, his hips jerking into her hold.

“I really had,” she gasps as his thumb flicks across a nipple, “come out here to bring you lunch,” she whimpers as he continues to toy with her nipples, his lips still pressing wet kisses to her feverish skin.

“Truly?” He doubts, cupping a breast in each hand. “With nothing to bind your breasts? No smallclothes?”

She pauses her fondling to smack him in reprimand. “This top is to be worn without one!” She huffs angrily, though it is snuffed out as he squeezes her breasts in hand.

“And I am glad for it.” He shifts so that his mouth can now place kisses in the valley between her breasts, but no lower. “I don’t think I have the patience or the energy right now to get you out of them.” He sucks and nibbles at her fair skin, uncaring of making a mark; in fact, she is sure that is what he means to do. “Though the length of your skirt is proving somewhat troublesome,” he grunts, nearly fumbling to get his hand under it. His hand is a furnace to the skin of your thigh, his fingers giving a possessive squeeze on the supple flesh.

“One of us should have some propriety,” She sighs into his mouth even as her hand fumbles with his pants, eventually loosening them enough to slip a hand inside. It is searing, but she is undeterred, unsatisfied until she is able to get her hand around his hardening length. The way his hips buck into her touch never fails to excite her, her hand working him slowly.

“You are so beautiful,” Ardbert rasps, pausing his exploration of her body to help undo his pants further to finally free his cock to the open air. He doesn’t bother to hide his impatience as his hands creep back under her skirt, caressing her wetness through her small clothes.

“Should we not wait,” she gasps as he finds her clit, pressing gently, yet firmly enough it divests her of speech.

“I am far past waiting,” he moans as her hand tightens around him, his lips seeking out hers again. The kiss loses its former grace in exchange for raw passion, their tongues twining together, teeth nibbling at one another as they rock into each other’s hands. They are deep enough in the forest that no one should come across them, so she doesn’t stop him when his fingers push her smallclothes aside, feeling how much she desires him for himself.

“You are lovely,” he groans, circling her clit delicately. His touch is still careful, as they are still learning each other’s bodies, learning what each other likes. She enjoys finding how much pressure makes him squirm, what parts to squeeze that has him gasping her name.

Calista could feel the pleasure taking over quickly, the burning in her belly coiling tight as it prepared to explode. “Ardbert,” she whimpers, pumping him faster in her hands. His fingers have slipped inside her, her walls stretching around them, leaving her unable to do much else save for moaning into his mouth. He greedily drinks down every whimper, every moan, gasping her name as they both teeter on the edge of completion.

Calista cries out as her orgasm washes over her, her eyes shut tight as the pleasure surges through her, winding her tight like a coil and finally setting it free. Even through her haze, she still works Ardbert to completion, sighing his name as if in a dream, his moans music to her ears as she finally drags him into sweet, sweet oblivion alongside her.

His seed spills between them, making a mess, but that is something to worry about later. For the moment, they are content to merely lay in the afterglow, basking in the warmth of the sun and each other.

Ardbert is the first to move, straining his neck to place a small kiss to her forehead, chuckling with the effort. “I think I’ve gone and gotten you dirty along with me,” he breathes into her hair, before sitting up. Reaching toward the basket, he fiddles around until he finds a spare cloth napkin, cleaning off her skirts and hands before finally tending to himself.

“I suppose we should return home, eh?” Ardbert grunts as he stands to his feet, hand outstretched for Calista to take. Placing her smaller hand in his larger one, he pulls her up with minimal effort. “And perhaps, we might continue lunch there.” He grins with a wink, laughing as she once again blushes bright red.

“You are insatiable!” She smacks him playfully on the shoulder but still he whimpers at the strike, nursing the affected area with a free hand.

“Is it so wrong to want to spend time with my wife?” He purrs, reaching out to bring her against him.

“Only when your wife seems to not know a moment's peace because someone can’t keep their hands to themselves…” she murmurs slyly, giving him a knowing look. “Will you help me pack up?”

“Depends.” He says, even as he bends down to begin folding the blanket. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, the sooner we pick up our things, the sooner we might head home…” Calista trails off, giggling as Ardbert hastily gathers the blanket together and folds it in record time. The blanket is back in her pack, and the basket’s belonging safely tucked back inside. “Did you walk here?”

Ardbert shakes his head as he goes to pick up his pickaxe and strap it onto his back. “Seto had actually flown me here early this morn. Though the hour has grown late, I think he should still be close by…though I would not be opposed to us making use of the aetheryte system to get home a little quicker…” He trails off as he gives Calista a playful pinch on her rear cheeks.

Swatting his hand away playfully, Calista giggles as she lets him pull her close. “As you wish.” With home in her mind’s eye, Calista feels the magic spin around them, whisking them away house and home.

[countarganan]

An Arrangement To Be?

@thegirlatopbigben plotted a thread with me!

Arranged marriage.

Arganan wasn’t keen on HIM getting married, but he didn’t have much of a choice. After all, he’d gotten rid of Jirall, who was supposed to be fiance to his niece Calista, so....it fell on Arganan himself to marry.

And so he searched, and...well, this is what happened. He found someone with good political connections. It wasn’t something as earth shattering as having connections to the Emperor, but at least it was something.

And now...said fiance was about to enter Lazulis Castle and meet him for the first time, face to face. He was still surprised she agreed with the arrangement, despite everything and how awkward it could be.

“Count Arganan,” A servant came over, “She has arrived.”

Arganan took a deep breath, adjusted his tie, and then looked to the doors leading into the main hall where he stood. “Let her in.”

[valorums-archived]

THE ANSWERS THAT CALISTA provided to Shi’al’s numerous questions only served to give rise to an INFINITE number of questions, thus failing in an endeavor to sate her burning CURIOSITY. Only a keen cognizance of basic social etiquette enabled Shi’al to restrain this curiosity.

       “I’m glad he’s safe.” Shi’al admitted, GENUINE RELIEF woven into the very fabric of her soft murmurs. “The darkness would have torn him apart had he remained there any longer, that much I could tell when I was with him. He’s home now, though. That’s what’s important. He can rebuild and recover.”

The smile that she offered Calista was WARM yet KNOWING — as if Shi’al had known all along that Count Dooku would FORSAKE THE DARKNESS and return home to the LIGHT. Her innate desire for knowledge tugged at her soul, begging for the revelation of what precisely had brought the prodigal son back home in the first place, but Shi’al squashed this urge down in order to focus on the pure wonder of the PRESENT.

  There were several questions which remained, and of these, Shi’al chose to prioritize that which concerned the well-being of her companion. She studied Calista through her piercing gaze, brow furrowing in an expression of protective concern.

“How are you handling all of this, mama?” Shi’al’s prodding was as GENTLE as possible, accompanied by a reassuring squeeze of Calista’s hands. “I’d imagine that it is … a lot.”

⊱ ⠀⠀ … ⠀⠀@nieithryn

[libidomechanica]

Witless

Young man, womans gentle strife; but  where is he, that will say: “I am  Lazarus, come home returning 

cool, and farewell: and and  see the sins with the  dooth the Prior and open 

on my practice eulogies.  With joyes increase, with  his Son, Evry woman Pony post 

road. his tender Lambes ytorne? he  reard each summers keen they die. And would toil; and  night— ouf! To melt into 

a fire, in sombre  chariot attaind from me hys madding out of  body is writ each nights she sins 

with due respect,  as hags hold sabbaths, when away, smiling,  dive in the wide winged speede 

her through, instead of doubt, Ive been  shall besides, and covered bit of  sticks, the wink, but far frae my 

chin for life. As of some  back to miss the wind: silence; for  which now sleepy music and 

the sinister, Them all  ardently! ” So, all those ears those, only one,  settling and dreaming every 

shame or promisd (I  forget till he forested? we could afford;  but so ashamd to pearl and 

cruel thine! As yet Of coal  that I hope so—though sweet. the Olympian  eagle landed her once 

more likewise. From loveliness: but  die, there, cupids watchful of bread a book myche  to forgive; oblige her, 

Calista provd her, that doth  forbeare his weary, wayworn wander cross a  void, then: blessing, and have seen 

blue curtains light have seen, which by and  rehearsal of all the  Waters with us, your 

wine, with showed to  me; Blythe animals of that maid, but the  ward to and all their flight 

in mind. Have seen, and I wonders,  made the best peak on my coat, my couch on  me of Sentiment, 

with greed, palaces  in the rose, with stubborn  curls blown by Desire doth pine, you find 

its minstrelsy. But thou that will,)  and still I believe, shall I marry the  business of morning out 

of view; sure, and count fairer stick  to draw the very first he, for  content Thus sweet, sweet, sweet ends.

[just0nemorepage]

Swede Dreams || Eva Apelqvist || Students Across the Seven Seas || 224 pages ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Top 3 Genres: Young Adult / Romance / Travel

Synopsis: Swede escape! Calista Swanson has begun her study abroad semester in Stockholm, Sweden, and she couldn’t be happier! There’s finally some distance between her and the constant piano-playing of her annoying sister Suzanne. Calista and Suzanne are twins, but the only thing they have in common is their birth date. Suzanne is a focused and gifted pianist, but a social dud. Calista isn’t at all focused, but she always has her friends, and a boyfriend, by her side. And that goes for her time in Sweden, as well. Jonas, who’d been an exchange student at her high school in Wisconsin, lives in Stockholm. He’s the main reason Calista is studying in Sweden, and she knows he’ll be in tow as she explores everything Sweden has to offer, from visiting Swedish castles to learning more about the Viking era, to sampling treats from a smörgåsbord, to strolling the cobblestone streets of Stockholm’s Gamla Stan. Calista loves Sweden from the moment she arrives, but . . . why hasn’t Jonas called?

Finished: May 3rd, 2018.

Progress: 8 / 50. 16% complete.

My Rating: ★★★★☆. [4/5]

My Review: [Under the read more - NOT SPOILER FREE]

Well I finished this like a week ago, and I’m only just now getting to write the review. Eeesh. Pre-move-in stuff apparently takes a lot of time.

But anyway. It’s been a while since I’ve read one of these Students Across the Seven Seas books, and despite the kiddish cover art and cover blurb, I forgot how much I enjoy them! They show real respect to the country each book is about, making points to destroy stereotypes and backing everything up with a lot of very real facts and research. That much is awesome, and I respect that! It makes the character’s experience as an exchange student that much more real.

I do have some criticisms though, primarily (and basically only) with how the story was delivered. So many of the characters were conveniently unabashed history nerds, none of whom had any trouble recollecting information and always spouted off perfect facts in textbook form. I appreciate the opportunity to learn about Swedish culture and history, but this is such a cliché way to do it that it put a small damper on the whole experience. A lot of the dialogue outside of the random facts felt particularly forced and unrealistic, too – especially the emails. So much of that just felt awkward, like “that’s not how people interact with each other” levels of awkward. And also, as cute as it was, I don’t know why every girl in every one of these books always needs to fall in love with a local boy. Like – always. Without fail. It’s not a bad plot point, as long as it’s not incredibly overused and doesn’t clash with the character’s personality, which in this case, it may have. Most of Calista’s entire reasoning for traveling to Sweden in the first place was to visit her Swedish then-boyfriend, who turned out to be an entire garbage can of trash, didn’t even show up to see her at any point, and finally wrote her a one-sentence email breaking it off with her. I don’t know if she’d’ve been too keen on falling for anyone else after that. I might be wrong – falling for Hakkan DID happen several months later, and that is enough time to feel better. But, at least a little bit, still.

Also, she seemed to get over Jonas pretty fast, for how obsessed she was over him in the beginning. Not that I’m complaining – she had one day of hurt, then went straight to pissed off, and didn’t spend much time at all afterwards thinking about him, instead delving headfirst into discovering and learning everything about Sweden. You go girl, he doesn’t deserve your time or your pain. But it still seemed a little unreasonably fast, for someone who had so much trouble figuring out what she wanted for the entire rest of the book.

Also also, I do have to acknowledge that this seemed to be a highly romanticized version of a semester spent studying abroad. Literally NOTHING BAD HAPPENED. The only things that might count – Jonas dumped Calista through email, Cal lost her map to school on her morning commute on her first day, and Moa actively disdained Cal throughout the entire story, which silently turned into a sort of quiet respect right at the end. THAT’S IT. No host family issues, no friend issues, no real boy issues, no stranger issues, no culture clash issues (she went from struggling with Swedish to being very good at it in about a chapter and it never impacted her school performance at all).. just about everything went about as perfectly as it could possibly go. While I appreciate and did truly enjoy the feel-good fuzzies of it, it still felt incredibly unrealistic and I’m just left thinking “there is no way anything would ever go that smoothly.”

BUT. REGARDLESS. I still mostly enjoyed the book. I recognize the flaws and the faults and I acknowledge them all, and they’re enough to dock a star from my final rating. But I STILL liked reading it, I’ll still recommend the series to anyone else who likes this sort of travel story, and I’ll still make it a point to finish all the others I haven’t read yet.

[changingplumbob]

Navigation: York Household

Click below for Summary, Characters and Story Chapters.

Household Characters

Aaron York: Chronological ... App Friendly Originally from gallery EA ID MagicBlueDragon

Calista York: Chronological ... App Friendly Originally from gallery EA ID MagicBlueDragon

Deanna York: Chronological ... App Friendly Made by me

Artesmisia York: Chronological ... App Friendly Deadname: Chronological ... App Friendly Born in game

Current Summary

Recently having moved to Tartosa, Aaron and Calista are keen to reconnect with their Italian heritage.

Aaron is lawyer with high academic expectations for his kids. After first raising her kids Calista is now a military captain. The couple have four kids: Devin, Joey, Deanna and Artemisia. The youngest two still live at home.

Deanna loves tinkering and is looking into getting a physics degree. Unfortunately her high school love story has come to an end with her girlfriend Paris leaving the household. Artemisia has just become a teen and has to figure out how to juggle being evil and an over achiever. She is trans and is just beginning her transition journey.

Story Chapters

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[calliexhughes]

@chefhughes

August, 2023. 

“I thought you said you had gotten a pool for the kids.” Callie stopped by the huge circular inflatable pool set in the middle of the Hunt’s backyard. “This is not a kiddy pool.” She pointed at it, looking at Ava while the blonde moved swiftly in the water, little Aidan on his baby floaty loving every minute of his pool time, all wet and splashing water on his mom. 

“Have you seen the size of my husband?” Ava pointed out with a confused frown. Why would she buy a pool that the kid’s father could barely even sit inside? Aidan was only ten months, he was not swimming alone. Besides... It was a Hunt household. Every single one of them benefited from a pool, it was just who they were. Hunt were water people, period. So she went and got a pool big enough to fit them both comfortably and Aidan and a couple more adults and kids. 

“I asked the same thing.” Vivian waved it off, holding Danny in her arms as he had insisted he’d be the one to apply sunscreen on his parents. He’d finished her already and now he was applying it on Wesley’s face. Sometimes Callie forgot Danny was only a month from turning two. The boy was huge, he barely fit Vivian’s arms anymore and his hair was wild, he had a full on Danny Zukko toupee brushed back and everything.

“Where’s the British army?” Andrew asked as he came from the kitchen with a couple beers in hand, leaving one by the table next to Wes. “It’s right at your left, man, a bit far from the edge.” He let the man know with a pat on his shoulder and brought his bottle to the pool as he climbed in and Aidan squealed, splashing water on his dad now. 

“Thank you.” Wesley called out to Andrew, laughing lightly when Danny spread sunscreen on his eyebrows. 

“Athena got barricaded by the dogs.” Callie chuckled, leaving her bag on one of the empty chairs and kicking off her flip flops. Athena was definitely a cat child, she was a Hughes after all, but when she saw dogs, she went nuts. Colin was with her while she gave kisses on all four dogs. Athena was turning one in a month, only a month older than Aidan, and she had just started walking on her own with her wobbly baby steps, so they had to keep an eye out or she’d disappear inside a dog house. 

“And how’s the baby?” Viv asked with a smile on her lips. One that Callie mirrored. 

She gently rubbed her tiny three months bump and shrugged. The second pregnancy was simply easier, people did not lie about that. They hadn’t been able to find out the gender yet and she was shaking with curiosity. “Athena sometimes touches the bump and gurgles like she’s sharing secrets with the baby.” She chuckled. “I have been ten times hungrier tough and I will say, my Colin is a saint for putting up with the mood swings.” She added.

Ava glanced at Andrew now that he had one hand on Aidan’s floaty, swooshing the laughing baby around, and gave him a look. “We’re good with just one, right?” She whispered to him and he nodded firmly. 

“When will you know the gender?” Wesley asked, his eyes closed to allow Danny to thoroughly cover his face in sunscreen before he could put his sunglasses back on.

“Hopefully soon.” Colin answered as he finally came out with a crazy mass of redhead on his arms, still waving at the dogs that followed them, cooing in her baby language. She looked at Callie and smiled like she hadn’t seen her mom in days. She cooed pointing at Callie and looking at Colin like she needed to let him know her mom was there, their quest to find her had come an end. 

“Tee!” Danny cheered happily at the sight of the little girl and wiggled from his mom’s lap, ignoring his father’s half sunscreened face and running to Colin so he could greet his friend. Viv chuckled and moved closer, kissing Wesley’s lips before she finished what Danny had started and gently pulled his sunglasses back down to his nose. “The pool!” Danny pointed to show Athena and Viv smiled.

“I’ll take the first pool round.” She let Wesley know and he smiled, kissing her softly and giving her waist a squeeze before she stepped back to go grab their son. “Let’s go, buddy, pool time.” Danny already knew how to swim, they’d made sure to enroll him in swimming lessons early because it helped his lungs develop and both Viv and Wes to exercise more when they went with him. She grabbed him playfully and held him up as he laughed all the way to the pool as Viv climbed him with him and sat down, letting him swim towards baby Aidan.

“Where can I get one of those beers?” Colin asked as Athena leaned onto her mother and Callie picked her up.

“There’s a bunch in the freezer.” Ava let him know and he nodded. 

“Where are the Knights?” Callie asked while she kissed Athena’s baby hands on her face.

“Camping again.” Ava chuckled. “Something about a star that only shows up every thousands of years and they had to see it. Weird Moira and Oliver stuff.” Ava waved it off. 

“Like bringing your baby on a shark diving trip weird?” Vivian arched an eyebrow at her and Ava shrugged.

“He needs to know his keen from an early age.” Ava teased and Aidan gurgled loudly, clearly agreeing with his mom. 

“It was a short trip to California and Aidan even had his little baby safety vest, he was fine”, Andrew protested. 

“You want to go in, my love?” Callie talked to her daughter and Athena stared at her with those big hazel eyes, still light but she knew they’d be dark as her father’s. Athena’s lips trembled for a second and she squeezed Callie’s breast, making her chuckle. “You hungry, baby? Okay, let’s eat some before you go in.” She kissed Athena’s cheeks before she could start crying and was quick to turn her back to them all just so she could pull her bikini down on one side and hold Athena properly until she found what she wanted and latched onto her mom’s breast. Her eyes flickered shut instantly as she started eating, tiny little hands one holding onto her mom’s face, the other onto the boob. 

Callie was just about to sit when she felt those arms she loved to dearly around her waist and was being pulled into Colin’s lap. He had his beer in one hand now and his wife in the other, leaning back so Callie could do the same against his chest and be comfortable while their daughter ate. 

“It’ll be a boy.” Colin whispered in her ear and she looked at him with a dubious smile. “I know it. It’s a boy.” He insisted and there was so much certainty in his voice that Calista shivered, enough that little Athena blinked and looked up, first at her and then Colin. Callie hoped it would be a boy, a boy for Athena to teach the ways of the world she’d quickly learn. A boy so that she’d have a mini Colin, just like Viv had her mini Wes and even Ava got her mini Andrew. A little boy they’d read to and dance with and sing for.

She just smiled at Colin and then looked around. Everything she saw in there, Ava and Andrew moving their baby boy around the water; Danny swimming happily while Viv sunbathed and Wes joined her from the edge of the pool, kissing her forehead; Athena peacefully having her meal before she could go have fun with her friends, Colin sitting back and relaxing with his beer, every once in a while leaning in to kiss her on the cheek or kiss Athena’s ginger head. All of that she had written in her childhood diary, begging the universe to one day give her. A love that would be everlasting, children to carry her family’s history, and friends that would love her unconditionally, whether she had a dumb accent or not. 

She got it all. She simply got it all. 

[pretendsweetly]

@outfromthesea

Eliot itched with inactivity, his nerves acting as live wires beneath his skin, lying unattended far too close to the errant puddle that his brain often became at times of great boredom.

Every day off was like this.

He had always been somewhat of a shark; his existence thrived solely on his ability to keep moving forward, even if he led himself straight into the abyss. He was kinetic, never potential; he acted on impulse and rarely dealt with the impulse’s ramifications, only ever satisfied to have done something. Anything. Scoring, drinking, crashing, waking again. It was cyclical and awfully cliche, granted, but it was still action. Inaction, as if were, was not Eliot Reid’s strong suit.

Turning over to face the window, he gazed at the muted morning light, dampered significantly by the shades his apartment had come equipped with–remote controlled, because human necessity, after all–admiring the suns brilliant effort to still force its way through. He blinked. He stretched to reach for his phone.

11:03

Deeming, with his rightful adulthood ability, that any sort of breakfast-related nonsense was officially a wash, he heaved an over-dramatic sigh as he tossed his phone at his thigh and sat up, abruptly, his mind on the French press. Then, perhaps, a shower. The weekly phone call of verification that he was still alive to be delivered to his mother. He ran he hands over his face, exhausted by the mere thought of it.

Perhaps it was this apprehension–panic, more like–that caused him to startle when he heard the sound of the doorbell. He wondered idly if he’d allowed Calista the luxury of her own check in, as, traditionally, he’d need to buzz anyone else up. This thought, incidentally, made him consider falling back over–were it not for Calista’s upper hand advantage: her key.

Pulling the nearest pair of jeans he’d let slump to the floor the night before on, Eliot rubbed the last remnants of his slumber/exhaustion/boredom from his eyes, blinking hard a few times to let his vision resettle itself. When the bell rang through the large space again, he groaned.

“Aye!” He croaked, his throat thick. Quieter, then, he added for no one in particular to hear, “’M on my way, for fuck’s sake.”

Thumping rather inelegantly–and slightly annoyed–through the apartment, Eliot undid each of the locks his mother had demanded he install (likely for theft purposes and not actual safety concerns) gracelessly, his fingers not yet finding their coordination, and heaved the door open with flourish, almost certain he was going to deliver some sort of diatribe about being disturbed, be it personal mentor or solicitor at the door.

To say that he was rather taken aback when he found neither awaiting him would be…well, a fallacy.

He rubbed the inner corner of his eye, scrubbing the last bits of sleep away and letting the blur fade before he observed his visitor again with keen interest. It was, probably, a bit longer than was socially acceptable; he realized this only a moment or so too late, when he abruptly blurted with a tentative, forced blink, "Can I help you?”

[flyingwide]

They got you again!

But yeah, I think she's really cool with being part of a community, being relied upon, being accepted, even being adored. I think in the beginning, that probably felt really good. But she's also holding tight to that ability to just... dip when things get to be Too Much All At Once. And I think she knows herself well enough to know that she knows how to make decisions for herself, she doesn't know how to make them for a nation. That is a skill, one she has never received even the slightest bit of training for. It comes naturally for the daughter of Robian and Calista Keen, who was born adjacent to the halls of power. She has a much better idea of how this all works and she knows the people of Cipal like she knows herself. She's a natural fit.

I think Frey sometimes wonders if she would have been a more Tanta-like Tanta if she'd been raised by Cinta, if she'd had that training and the weight of expectation, or if she would still be her as she is now.

getting distracted from my work thinking about how funny some of the interactions in the DLC were. of course there's the "Enemies!" one that continues to crack me up but also "Feeling good? Feeling spritely?" and "Why do I feel like we've been here before?"

and then you have less funny lines like "Non-Tantas using magic... Is that a good idea?" our girl has apparently bought into the infallibility of Tantas unless they're corrupted by an outside source, which is not ideal

[decadentrpg-blog]

WELCOME DEE, YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF CALISTA CARROW

Admins Note: I truly enjoyed the wonderful head cannon construction you brought to the table that displayed Calista in her full glory. You’ve truly shone a light on her ambitions as well as the methods in which this viper achieves them - a beautiful poisonous way indeed. The way you showed how she functions within society depicts her keen observation and for that, you’ve truly captured her soul.  Congratulations on your acceptance again, please make sure to head your way to the checklist and submit your account within the next 24 hours!

Out of Character

Name / Alias: Dee Pronouns: She/Her Age: 18+ Timezone: GMT-5 (CST US)

In Character Application

Full Name: Calista Isabella Carrow Sexuality: grey asexual Gender/Pronouns: cisfemale, she/her Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Head canons:

I imagine Calista’s family groomed her for the sort of person she’s become, but she’s taken it to the next level, instead dealing so deeply in the idea of the prestige and the money and the pride that she envisions herself as a serpent almost truly; she deals in truths and lies that are carefully placed to wreak the most havoc and in such a way that her truths seem almost a blessing when the lies start to catch up. She works very hard to be outside of the chaos’ impact but close enough to revel in it.

Where most would find annoyance in being ignored, Calista knows that she’s ignored by her own choice and not that of others. Her above-mentioned, cultivated personality is not a testament to the type of person she could be if she actually tried to get herself seen – she’s a stunner – but she loves that she is so very good at what she does that she literally seems to be ignored and can even use THAT to manipulate people who feel sorry for her. She is in control of everything, as far as she’s concerned.

In regards to her sexuality, sex has never seemed a thing that is, in the grandest scheme, important, but she does have some limited sexual desires and does see its merit in her games. So while it may seem sometimes as if she is either a) hardcore keyed up and sexual or b) purely asexual depending on the day, she is closer to a grey asexual in that sometimes the person she presents is truly sexually attracted to whoever she is seducing or otherwise, but at other times is just playing games because she knows the power that sex holds over everyone.

She absolutely, without any hint of irony or remorse, loves music. Regardless of the type or time she is enamored with the sheer expression of it, and the way it can be classified so differently when it’s all just sounds strung together to be pleasing. Music is redefining, it is another thing she relates to on a deep level.

As it is with most people who are classified as villainous, evil, or just of loose morals, she doesn’t at all see it that way. From her position what she is doing is negligible in the grand scheme of what is happening around them and brings her enjoyment. It’s a sort of hedonism stand-point but she neither sees her actions as noble, nor ignoble, she just is and what happens is a part of life; she also feels that sometimes the world needs to be shaken up so she is providing a service that those who seek a path of pure virtue cannot necessarily give. Chaos is necessary.

Pertaining to the above, those who are with her are often given a reprieve from her attentions in the form of collecting and using their secrets against them – however quietly – as long as they are not seen as being opposed to her. It is not ALWAYS true however as she still feels sometimes people need the chaos. Sometimes people get dirty in the pursuit of the goal.

She favours a lip paint that is two shades more red than black but not too far off from the darkness of the colour of her hair.

In Character Paragraph:

So silently had Calista been sitting at a table nearby that the others were speaking in a way that spoke volumes about how little they cared about her presence. She was done up just as beautifully as any of the others – the men in their suits, so crisp and beautiful, and the women who could afford to take care of their hair in such a way allowing it to flow in long luxurious waves over their silk draped shoulders – but still managed to sit there with a finger brushing along the threads and tapestry of the tablecloth in front of her.

Secrets spilled from lips far more easily when plied with alcohol, so it was always better to get yourself into a position of those drunk on martinis and already laughing far too raucously to blend in as Calista herself did. She could hear them laugh before their mouths parted so full of liquor and ill-repute that it burst from them like a geyser in tell-tale sounds, followed by a loud exclamation of a fact – something they ought not to have said so loudly but who can blame them with how drunk they are – about one of their friends: Pregnant! And not by her husband, of course, a scandal truly when the gardener was seen leaving and the husband had been away for a month that summer and yet she looked at least four months on now, in September; so scandalous, so truly awful not that she can blame the poor dove or would speak ill of her, truly not her business, of course!

Calista’s tongue snaked out across her lower lip, and finally her deft fingers lifted the glass in front of her, her first drink of the night and nursed purely to keep herself blending in – not that anyone had noticed it was the ONLY drink – and keeping herself sharp enough. Heavily lidded eyes with dark lashes blinked, falling across even darker irises of a woman who saw herself as a snake, though everyone else saw her as a mouse.

Let them… she loved to be underestimated, and it made what she was doing oh so much easier.

Extras: mockblog is the one I’m sending this in from, it has a ton of that kind of stuff. I’m so incredibly into her and it’s sort of embarrassing.