Tag: oc: rosalind

Happy Valentine’s Day @thefrostyshepard !

Her SoSu Rosalind & Danse in a quick doodle at Valentina’s in-game grotto. As I’ve said before, Val loves love and helped Danse set up a surprise for Ros. HAHAH SURPRISE. (I need to learn to draw rocks… seriously wtf… but I was too focused on these two adorbs!)

WIP Rosalind

Rosalind for the MEET THE OC sheet! I felt really zapped today and I had a lot to take care of away from the artwork today. Bummer, but needed. So I was happy to fix a few details on Ros who should be on her SCAV! cover tomorrow if things go well! Rosalind belongs to @thefrostyshepard

I’ll be way more productive tomorrow! But for now, I think its time to be a burrito princess and watch tv.

13 and 21 :)

thefrostyshepard:

#21 – Promise (I have an idea for #13 in the works, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer)

“Do you have enough foodstores for
your travels?”

“Danse, I -”

“Did you pick up the fusion cells I
left in your shelter?  I’m unaware of any traders on the island, so
make sure you have plenty of ammunition.”

“Yes, but – “

“Water – you gave me a few cans of
proper purified water on our way back from the Library.  I know I
have them somewhere, just in case.”

“Danse – “

“And do you have that repair kit I
made for you?  Who knows what perils await you and tha- Nick, when
you ar-”

Rosalind finally put her hand on
Danse’s armored chest, stopping him mid-sentence.

“I have enough food for several
months, more water than I can drink in a year, plenty of ammunition,
both kits you made in case something wrecks my armor, and the vertibird signal
grenades.  Nick and I will go to Far Harbor, find Kasumi, bring her
back to her family, and then we’ll be back.  Easy as pie.”  

Danse fell silent, gazing down at
Rosalind, his eyes shadowed by his hood and his own dark thoughts.
His finger joints creaked as he gently lay his hand on Rosalind’s
cheek, his voice for her ears alone.

“I don’t ask much of you, Rosalind,
but this time, I am.  Make me a promise that you’ll come back to
Sanctuary in one piece.”

“I – I mean of course I’ll be back,
Danse.  You know that.”

Danse’s hand moved to her shoulder,
tightening slightly.  “Promise me, Rosie – please.”

Rosalind looked at Danse, head tilted
in curiosity and confusion.  After a long moment, she reached up,
gently touching Danse’s cheek.

“I’ll be back in one piece – I
promise.”

Hearing her words, Danse finally
relaxed, stepping back from Rosalind, his proper military shell
reforming around him.

“You two should depart soon, then.
Get as much travel time in the daylight as possible.”  He clomped
towards the tree in the middle of Sanctuary, a symbol of the
settlement’s resilience.  Rosalind stared after him, her mind
whirling, until she shook herself and returned to her preparations.
Danse was right – she and Nick needed to leave if they were to make
good time.  Only now, leaving seemed far harder than it would have
been mere moments ago.

thefrostyshepard:

charomiami:

KissWeek 2018 Rosalind & Duncan

@thefrostyshepard  ‘s Fallout OC meeting my OC Duncan and probably quickly discovering they are both bibliophiles. Don’t worry! There is a story in the works for AU crossover! Thank you for lending me the lovely and talented Rosalind! I hope to add her to my City Line up once KissWeek is complete!

Libraries were sacred spaces, as far as
Rosalind was concerned.  How many hours had she lost wandering the
stacks, hugging books to her chest like long-lost friends, nearly
crying when they had to be returned.  Seeing her beloved Boston
Public Library reduced to a husk of its former glory was yet another
painful reminder of all Rosalind lost when the bombs fell and she was
frozen in time against her will.

With the Super-mutants dead and the
robots acting like she was part of the furniture, Rosalind decided to
see how many books she could spirit back to Sanctuary.  Danse, at
first reluctant to linger in the remains of the nest, warmed to the
plan when he saw just how many salvageable titles she found.  Though
their covers were charred and their pages singed, she soon had a tidy
pile of about a dozen books.

A crack, then a soft thud, caught
Rosalind’s ear.  As her hand reached for her gun, Danse thundered
into the rubble-strewn room, leveling his rifle at a man standing by
a broken table, his own collection of books teetering beside him.
Rosalind moved around Danse, raising one hand in the classic “hold
fire” gesture as she lowered her pistol.  Whoever this man was, he
was no raider – he was far too clean for that – and he was
certainly not a mutant.

“We thought we cleared this place –
who are you – where did you come from?”

The man raised his hands, looking as
non-threatening as he could.  His eyes shifted from the lady in front
of him, to the armored glowering man who looked to be the major
threat, to a flicker in the shadowed doorway, then back to Rosalind.

“And you cleared it quite well.  I
met no resistance when I walked through the front door.  As for who I
am, perhaps you could tell me who you and your.. companion.. are
first?”

Rosalind blinked at the man.  It was
rare to hear proper, even cultured, vocabulary in the Wasteland.
Usually strangers bellowed threats and unseemly names at her.  This
man seemed different – and in a good way.  At least so far.

“Well, I’m Rosalind.  Behind me is
Danse.”  Danse barely nodded, his eyes trained on the stranger, as
Rosalind continued speaking. “I see you were looking for books
too?” gesturing to her own pile.

With a hint of a smile, the man walked
towards Rosalind.  “Ah, a fellow bibliophile.  A rather uncommon
interest in today’s world.”  He took her free hand, brushing a kiss
to her scraped knuckles before releasing it.  “I am Duncan.  It is
a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Nice to meet you, Duncan.”  She
looked around the ruined stacks.  “So much history – lost.”

Duncan nodded.  “Indeed.  I had hoped
more would be intact, but it seems those hopes were in vain.”  He
gathered his stack of books in his arms, moving towards the shadowed
doorway.  “These will do for now.  When I travel, I will seek out
more treasures.  Perhaps our paths will cross again, and we can
compare what each of us has found?”

“Sure – I’m always after any book I
can find, so I’m sure I’ll be back.”  Rosalind gazed up at the
ceiling with a wistful sigh.  “This place was so beautiful.”

“I am sure it was.”  Duncan bowed –
a bit awkwardly with all his books.  “Until we meet again,
Rosalind.”  He turned, and disappeared into the shadows.   Danse
only relaxed when Duncan was well and truly gone.

“Strange that he just appeared in
here.  The Protectrons and turrets should not have acknowledged him
as a proper employee.  Shall I have the Brotherhood investigate this
Duncan?”  Rosalind shook her head.

“No.  I’m not even sure we’ll see him
again.”  She thrust her stack of books at Danse, before gathering
up a few that were barely holding together.  “Come on, if we hurry
we can be back in Sanctuary by sunset.”  

After stowing the books, Danse and
Rosalind left the library, weapons out – just in case any
stragglers lingered.  And behind them, a shadow peeled out of the
corner, tracking the pair all the way to Sanctuary, before racing in
the direction Duncan traveled.

(I also posted this on AO3 – thank you for letting me write your Duncan (and thank Ash too! 🙂 )

I have some of the most amazing friends! Thank you @thefrostyshepard and @helloaschefire for being my partners in creative crime and giving me such lovely and amazing words and characters.

I had to reblog to share this Slice of Life/Meeting Story

Source: charomiami

#7 for all the total babes, please! Wyheree, Rosalind, Selene Trevelyan, Cecilia Ryder ::SMOOCHES!::

thefrostyshepard:

#7 – Kiss Headcanon

Selene Trevelyan’s family name followed her into the Ostwick Circle. While other apprentices stole touches and kisses in whatever shadowed nook they could find, Selene was left alone, for fear of her family’s wrath – especially her Templar-aspiring brother, Keith. Her first crush came to naught, as her guardian, Ser Girard, only bestowed a chaste kiss to her forehead before letting her down gently. It wasn’t until Cullen made her swoon on the battlements then she understood what all the kissing fuss was about.

Cecilia Ryder is all about affection – she’s always first in line with huggles and cheek smooches. Liam’s been surprised more than once by hands over his eyes and a kiss on his neck. Which, of course, leads to kisses in other places..

Rosalind was never one to kiss and tell. She and Nathaniel maintained propriety at all times, holding hands, perhaps a cheek kiss. Privately she was freer with her affections, but still restrained. Since waking up in the Wasteland, she’s kept people at arm’s length, but thoughts of a certain Paladin, and what it might be like to kiss him, dance in her dreams.

Wyheree also is proper to the extreme. Cheek kisses are only given to her closest friends, and she and Roran show public affection with touch, rather than smooching. Behind their chamber door, Wyheree takes great delight in making Roran’s eyes cross when she feathers dainty kisses on his nose.

Thank you so much for the challenge!! 💙❄️🎶

Thank you, love! your characters are never disappointing to learn more about!