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Two Moons
Elizabeth Adawolf x Kallista
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A/N: It's thinking of Elizabeth and Kallista hours so have this. (Also, these two are dnd characters of mine, so this is original work).
Kallista sat on the sand, her knees close to her chest. She was relatively away from the ocean, but a few waves would still reach her toes. She did not care.
The night breeze made her wince, the scars on her chest still fresh. But physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.
Five years.
Five years since the one she considered her father almost killed her.
Five years since Elizabeth had proposed.
Five years without Elizabeth.
They had been forcibly separated that night. Kallista didn’t blame her for running away. Had Elizabeth stayed, she would have been killed.
But in doing so, she had left a hole in Kallista’s heart. One she had been tyring to mend for five long years.
Once the tiefling had recovered, she first searched Elizabeth’s old family home, finding nothing but ashes. She spent the next years traveling the continent, with no clue of where Elizabeth could be.
In a way, she felt as if she was chasing a ghost. There were no traces of the woman, no people who had seen her, nothing. In her dreams, Kallista would be haunted by her face, her smile, her scars. On the nights were it hurt most, she would clutch the necklaces Elizabeth had once gifted her. One was a simple copper chain, with a raven pendant. The other was an oval locket. When opened, you could see a small sketch of Elizabeth and Kallista on each side.
All Kallista had left of her were that and her memories and dreams. It wasn’t enough.
She longed to have her once again in her arms, to hold her, kiss her, love her and most importantly, talk to her. She missed their early morning conversations during breakfast, the witty remarks made during a hunt and the late night talks that went on until the sun shined in the horizon.
When she figured Elizabeth was no longer in the empire, Kallista decided it was time to travel overseas. Now, she was stranded on an island, having been captured and branded, her precious items hidden away from her, Kallista felt more lost than before.
Sometimes, she wondered if Elizabeth was still alive. If she had died or if she had moved on. If she even remembered who Kallista was.
Kallista embraced her knees, looking at the two moons in the sky. If the gods had allowed her to still live, after everything that had happened, it had to be for a reason. She whispered to herself
I’ll find you, Elizabeth, in death or in life, I won’t stop until I have you again.
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The others had helped Elizabeth lay on the hammock. Her injuries were fresh and she felt weak. It was not easy getting stabbed in the chest twice within a week. It was also not easy seeing your allies be murdered because of your mistakes.
That’s all she was able to do now. Commit mistake after mistake.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. With some effort, she was able to reach into the pocket of her clothes and grab her drawings, the ones that had been saved by the fire. On them, there were various sketches of her family, her companions and most importantly, of Kallista.
Kallista, who had given Elizabeth a second chance at life.
Kallista, who had shown Elizabeth what it felt like to be loved. To think of a future together.
Kallista, whom Elizabeth had left behind all those years ago.
Elizabeth had spent five years not knowing what had happened. She wanted to believe Kallista was alive, but it felt like clinging to a false hope.
Until it wasn’t. Until the goddess revealed that her lover still held breath. Despite destiny’s wicked attempts, Elizabeth now had hope she and Kallista would grow old together. All she had to do was find her.
She wondered if Kallista remembered her, if she had been looking for her or if she had moved on. On her darkest nights, when her dreams would replay the pain of the past, Elizabeth questioned if Kallista still loved her.
After all, it had been five years.
Elizabeth traced her hands on the drawing she had made. Her biggest fear was forgetting what Kallista had looked like. Had she acquired new scars over these years or had she stayed the same, just like on the paper?
Kallista was her muse, her fire, the reason Elizabeth had to keep going.
She did not know where this journey would take her, but she would do everything that was necessary to guarantee that it would end with her and Kallista reunited once again.
Elizabeth brought the piece of paper to her lips, giving it a gentle kiss as to not smudge the charcoal. She held it close to her heart and looked at the sky, the two moons shining brightly.
She made a silent promise.
If she had to go to the ends of the world, so be it. She would find Kallista again.
#my writing#my oc's#elizabeth adawolf#kallista#i love them and miss them your honor#dnd#elizabeth x kallista
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Pink rover, pink rover
Please send the coward over
And if that bastard whistles
Put a knife up to his boner
Cut him 🔪
The first time I heard this song, I KNEW I had to draw Kallista to it.
So here's a very cute very pink rendition of my good good girl✨
#this song is the most kallista vibe#ilu scene queen#kallista#tiefling#demon#dnd#dungeons and dragons#ttrpg#lisa frank#pastel goth#kawaii goth#blood#gore#dagger#pentagram#witchy#just girly things#illustration#original character#digital painting#pink#artists on tumblr#art
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House Arcanta is having a bit of succession drama at the moment, since Duke Edel’s favourite heir is still refusing to marry and produce a kid at 29.
I haven’t decided if she’s actually gay (it won’t come up in the actual plot either way so it doesn’t matter much), but it is extremely funny to think about.
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yeah...love...something like that
(they really are in love, though! there's just the whole end-of-the-world thing going on)
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Artwork for LoL: Skins Zine (https://vk.com/valorant_zine)
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PSPSPSPPS
I'm looking for mutuals 👀
Like, Reblog and Follow if you wanna be moots! Here's some of my interests and underneath each one is more of my favorites!
•League of Legends 🗡️
→ Swain, Ezreal, Viego, Senna, Lucian, Hecarim, Kallista, Isolde, Gwen
•Stardew Valley 🐤
→ Elliot, General Gameplay, Aesthetic Farms
•Cult of the Lamb 👑🐑
•Hollow Knight 🐌
→ Brumm, The Dreamers, Grimm, Grubfather/Grubs, Nailsmith, Sheo, Oro, and Mato
•Dragon Age Inquisition 🐲
→ The Iron Bull, Krem, Josephine, Varric, Cassandra, Cole
I'm especially looking for other people who like Swain and want more content for him, I'd love to help make that an engage with it!
#league of legends#Swain#jericho swain lol#jericho swain#viego#isolde#gwen lol#Ezreal#Hecarim#Kallista#Lucian#Lucian LoL#Senna#Senna LoL#Stardew Elliot#Elliot#hollow knight#Brumm#Grimm#Nailsmith#Nailmasters#The Iron Bull#Krem#cassandra pentaghast#varric tethras#josephine montilyet#cole dragon age#krem dragon age#dragon age inquisition#cult of the lamb
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#my art#digital art#original characters#ocs#emm art#sketchbook#petra#hadiya#guntar#lyuba leanora#finn#elia#matthias#kallista#nathan#theodore
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it's kinda late to post this but whatever, i'm still gonna share it
i really wanted to draw Kallista and Kaizum again doing something nice, and ended up including the guardian triplets as well but when they were lil kids!! also, Kallista got another redesign because i wanted to do more with her hair and i love it more now!!
the background was kinda thought up last, but i imagine that in their lil home area, they have a huge garden were they grow all kinds of unique flowers they make and the triplets loved playing hide and seek there when they were kids
#plushy art#oc#original character#original characters#god ocs#object head#object head oc#digital art#digital artist#kallista#kaizum#ludris#syl#arel
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Kallista : Fun fact, I once burned this hall down.
Tristan : You've said that about three buildings on the way here.
Kallista : Yeah, today has been a real trip down memory lane.
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Here’s my character Rain (orange one) and my friend’s character Kallista (blue one)
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Some dots and crosses character bingo
#i mean. i technically finilized all their character designs so its a bit concieted but. they do all have bomb ass designs#tansalir#winry#kallista#oops i misspelled kallista on her bingo. oh well. sue me#jax#original post
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Letting go of what might have been and letting something new in (previously titled Goodbye)
Author's Note: So, this is what I imagine would be an epilogue for Elizabeth, after the campaign is done. Also i'm not a 100% satisfied with this but it was the best i could do.
Pairing: Elizabeth Adawolf x Kallista
Word Count: 1393
TW: none besides talk of grief and a slight suicide attempt mention (it is implied that the character tried it but it's not really said).
I'm gonna tag @littlemoondarling to show you I finisehd the thing and @desenhosdebolso because they are part of the campaign, so it only seems fair.
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It was the first time that week that it hadn't rained. It was not a particularly sunny day, but it was better than nothing. Willie, the groundskeeper of the cemetery, was working overtime, cleaning the tombstones, removing the fallen leaves from the ground and trying his best to keep the place clean. It was what the dead deserved.
As he swept the sweat from his brow, he noticed a figure in the horizon. They were mounted alone on a horse. He couldn’t make out the person’s features, even as they got closer, for their face was hidden in a scarf that ran over their nose, and they had a hood drawn over their head.
Although Willie was suspicious, he decided to go back to his work. He heard when the mysterious figure got off their horse and tied its reins on a nearby tree. He kept his eyes trained on them as they walked in the cemetery, not even looking at him, and heading towards one of the least visited mausoleums in the cemetery.
The Adawolfs.
Elizabeth barely remembered the last time she’d been there. She might’ve been nine or ten years old, when her last living grandmother passed away. She could barely understand what was going on at that time, only seeing everyone crying a lot and having to wear black for a week.
Before she entered, Elizabeth took a good look at the outside. Her family’s name was written above the entrance, and on both sides of it there were statues of wolves - the Adawolf’s sigil. Still with her hood and scarf up, she breathed and entered the mausoleum.
In the middle of the mausoleum was the tomb of the first Adawolf and his wife. On the walls, the other generations of the family had had their coffins placed there, with inscriptions on the front signaling who they were.
Elizabeth passed her hand over the many names of her ancestors. The many mothers, fathers and children who had been buried there centuries ago. Many had been separated in life, but here, they had been reunited once again.
Eventually, she found what she had looked for.
Between two shelves, there was space with a somewhat large blue urn. Underneath it was written:
Here lies the last members of the Adawolf family all lost in the great fire 2532. Due to the circumstances of their deaths, their ashes have been stored together. May their souls find rest.
Henry August Richard Adawolf ⭐01/10/ 2475 - ✝️25/12/2532
Anne-Marie Adawolf ⭐20/06/2494 - ✝️25/12/2532
Edward Herbert Stephen Adawolf ⭐03/07/2512 - ✝️25/12/2532
Elizabeth Louise Victoria Adawolf ⭐20/12/2516 - ✝️25/12/2532
Henrietta Augusta Thereza Adawolf ⭐01/09/2517 - ✝️25/12/2532
Gustav Albert Gaston Adawolf ⭐27/11/2518 - ✝️25/12/2532
Genevieve Maria Antonia Adawolf ⭐01/01/2522 - ✝️25/12/2532
Elizabeth kept tracing her fingers on where her name was written, to the point where she was getting dirty underneath her nails. Although the inscription was incorrect to include her, Elizabeth thought it a bit poetic.
Yes, she stood there, living and breathing, but a part of her had died that day. A part of her that had been forgotten, forever resting with her family. With shaky hands, she took the urn and held it close to her chest. She stayed like that for sometime.
Eventually, she opened the urn, and put the ashes on a small wooden box she had brought with her, inside her bag. Putting the urn back in its place, she left the mausoleum.
Outside, Willie saw the figure walking towards him.
“Are you the groundskeeper?”
“Yes.” he said dryly.
The person opened her bag, retrieving two items, one in each hand. They threw a small leather bag at him.
“The gold is yours if you plant and take care of these flowers for me” they then opened their other hand, showing a few seeds.
The groundskeeper looked inside the bag, counting the gold. It was good money and so he took the seeds.
“Where do you want them to be planted?”
“In front of the Adawolf mausoleum.”
He nodded. “And what type of flowers are these?”
“Forget-me-nots” they replied, and then started to walk away. Before they could get very far, however, Willie caught up.
“Wait. Who are you?”
“Why do you care?” They replied.
“No one has visited the Adawolfs in years. How do I know you’re not trying to do something bad?” Willie had a great memory. He knew the name of every single person buried in the cemetery and knew who had come to visit them.
The person sighed, their back turned to him. “I would never dream of harming their final resting place.”
“Hum… I still don’t know if I can trust what you’re saying”
They lowered their hood, and a mass of black hair, with a few white ones, was at display. They also removed their scarf and finally turned around.
At first, Willie had no idea who this was. But when he looked better at the scars the woman had, noticing how they were all from fire, and the ring pendant in her necklace, one that had a wolf sigil in it, he made a connection.
“It can’t be,” he said, exasperated. “All the Adawolfs are dead”
“Not all of them’’ Was all the woman said before finally leaving. He tried to shout after her but it was useless. The ghost of the Adawolf was long gone now.
It took Elizabeth a few days to arrive at the hill top close to where her home had been but finally she was there. It was raining, which had complicated her journey, but she was determined to complete her task.
She opened her bag, retrieving the small wooden box.
“I should have done this a long time ago.” She said to the box. “But I couldn’t bring myself to let go. To say goodbye. I had held on to this absurd hope that someday, I’d have all of you again. That this was all some terrible dream I would soon wake up from and everything would be as it was. I even tried to find you in death”
She smiled sadly to herself. “But then I saw father again, and all that my life could have been and…I didn’t want that.” The tears that had formed in her eye were now falling down her cheek. “Saying goodbye was the hardest thing to do and it still is. I wish I could stay with all of you. But I can’t. I have no future living in the past.”
When the rain stopped, Elizabeth opened the box, taking a bit of the ashes in her. “And so, I free all of you. And in doing so, I free myself as well.” She called their names as she poured more of the ashes away, and saw the wind scattering them.
Once she was done, she closed the box and she collapsed. Elizabeth knelt on the ground, holding the box close.
After a few minutes, she heard footsteps running towards her.
“Elizabeth!” she heard Kallista shout.
The tiefling had accompanied her, but stayed behind, to allow her a moment alone. When she saw her lover go down, she ran.
Elizabeth felt her hands on her face. “Are you alright?” Kallista asked, worried.
She sniffled before replying “I will be.”
Elizabeth put the box on the ground, and with Kallista’s help, she stood up. They embraced each other.
A moment passed and she said “Let us go. I am done here”
Kallista nodded. “Alright, but if you feel like you need more time, we can stay.”
“No. All that I need is already holding me” She said, looking at their intertwined hands. “My family is gone. I’ll never have them back.” Elizabeth paused. “It’s time for me to make my own family. With you.”
Kallista smiled and they touched their foreheads.
“The journey to where we are now was long,” Kallista said.
“Yes. And the next part will be just as long.” Elizabeth replied, putting a hand on her belly.
“Indeed.” The tiefling agreed, covering her lover’s hand. “But I’m glad I’ll be doing it with you.”
The women smiled and then kissed, and as the clouds cleared and the sun shone above them, Elizabeth knew she had a lot to look forward to.
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It's the mushy gushy day so here's Kallista and her latest conquest Monty being....cute???? I guess????
ok but she actually likes him a little bit 👀
#my art#my oc#kallista#kallista carmady#tiefling#demon#imp#devil#satyr#faun#dnd#ttrpg#dungeons and dragons#character art#smooch#cute#gold#the witcher ttrpg#criminal#spy#merchant#montgomery o'shea#monty#monty x kallista#illustration#meme#drawing#doodle#art#kiss
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I finally finished my first playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3 and I want to make a little post about my Tav, Kallista. (mild spoilers ahead)
I went into the game with limited knowledge of events and ended up with some really fun coincidences!
I picked my eyes to be the blue/orange tiefling eyes without knowing that Volo would give me a blue/orange replacement. I thought it was to match my real eye for the longest time.
I chose to be a Life Cleric of Lathander. I had no idea that Lathander would be so prominent in the game. Okay, maybe not so prominent but we went to his temple and got his kick-ass mace.
In Act 3, there is a family of tieflings who have the surname Kallista. I was really sad I couldn't interact with them.
I know it ain't much but it was fun to have these little story beats that worked so perfectly - happy little accidents. If I think of more, I'll add them.
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