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Falling in Love Exchange: 2025

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Falling_In_Love_Exchange_2025/profile#faq

Multifandom

18+

Seems like a really sweet premise, falling in love during the fall

Can nominate additional tags as well as ships

Accepting noms until 7/21/25 at 8:00PM EDT/5:00PM PDT

Tag set:

https://archiveofourown.org/tag_sets/23881

Disclaimer: I am NOT a mod or otherwise affiliated with running this exchange! I am just excited about it and wanted to spread the word!

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Bode Akuna | Jedi Survivor

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You’re telling me that Wyll Ravengard knew Abdel Adrian, Gorion’s Ward?

You’re telling me that not only did he know him, his father was his second in command?

You’re telling me that, as a boy, Wyll witnessed the proof that Bhaalspawn could reject their calling and pursue a life of their own choosing?

You’re telling he was definitely there the day Abdel was killed, that a young Wyll Ravengard witnessed a Slayer running rampant in the city with his own eyes?

The reason Wyll is one of the only companions to fully believe in Durge that night in the Shadowlands, that tells them to fight, to fight with everything they have, is because he knows it can be done.

He trusts them because he trusted Abdel.

He believes in them because he believed in Abdel.

Because Abdel was Wyll’s hero, maybe his second favorite person next to his own father.

Larian, Larian, please, Wyll literally writes himself

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Rolan's VA cameo, asking him to read Rolan's journal entries, found in his room in Act 3/Sorcerous Sundries...

I'm so emotional right now, I requested Mr. Taylor to read some of Rolan's Journal entries, specifically the one where Cal and Lia survive, and then the ones where they die.. I can't see from behind my tears... Thank you so much again to Mr. George Taylor for 1. being kind enough to respond to my email/open up a cameo for fans of his character and 2. for always being open to such requests and imagines!! You are truly the best!

But without further ado, here is the video and its transcript! This took me out, he recited the lines with so much emotion that I felt as if I could really hear Rolan coming to life, thank you again💖💖💖💖

“All has happened according to my plan. The way was rough - too rough - but we’ve arrived exactly where we’re meant to be - where I am meant to be. Master Lorroakan is a braggart and a hypocrite, but he has what I need: resources. Knowledge. The ability to become who I truly am. Cal and Lia roll their eyes, but they, least of anyone, can deny my potential. They know what I could become - if only I endure a little longer."

"…I can endure it. I don’t care. Let Lorroakan bluster and boast. Even a braggart has his uses. If I were to leave, it will have been for nothing - the loss, the death. The grief. Impossible. That sort of loss doesn’t happen without some purpose. I am that purpose. Is that hubris? Of course. But I’ve nothing left if not my belief in myself - in what I can learn, what I can do. Some day. Soon."

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Hey folks if you're looking for a baldurs gate fanfiction centered discord server, baldur's taint is still active. We host movie nights, game nights, broadcast on Sunday mornings and quiet time on voice while we write fanfiction (not exclusively bg3, but it is what brought us together). If you want to join you can check our pinned post for the rules and join link.

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Y’know, it’d be diabolical if 9-1-1 used Air Supply’s All Out of Love in relation to Buddie

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MATTFOGGY making a pact

Daredevil S02E01, 'Bang '

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"average cat owner spends 3 years in prison" factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette's mother, who kicked her body like the football and went to jail for One Thousand Years is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Ohhhh perhaps spyscrapper for 38? On the kiss prompt list??

38. ...running out of time Bode’s breathing is heavy, loud, fast. Full, billowing breaths he can’t seem to slow down. He’s teetering at the edge of a breakdown. He’s been teetering at the edge of a breakdown for weeks, but it’s really here now, no longer a fantom haunting his shadow but reality, inhabiting his body, making his fingers numb and his heart race.

It’s not the edge. He’s falling off. The comm is in his hand, his finger hovers over the button, and he has to make the call. If he doesn’t make the call today, the Empire won’t be here tomorrow, the Archive and the Path will move to Tanalorr and it will be ruined.

Exposed. Unsafe. And he’ll have lost his last, his first, chance-hope-dream. The first breath of fresh air he’s had in. Four years? Is that it, four years? Four years with his leash getting shorter and his collar getting tighter, tighter, tighter, sold to the only bidder for a golden cage for his little girl that will become an iron trap if he so much as misses two check-ins in a row?

He’s lurking in the corner but he needs to go outside so he can fall into pieces privately. But. Cal and Merrin are still out there, aren’t they? He wants to beg Cal to make a different choice, get on his knees and cry, but if he does then… his desperation won’t make any sense, after Cal already reassured him. After Cal thought he did and ripped the rest of Bode’s meager hope to pieces instead. If he does, all his secrets will spill out. If he does, even this meager, desperate last chance where he loses everything but Kata will disappear. Cal doesn’t forgive betrayal- not if it comes from the Empire.

And Bode is part of the Empire, no matter how he feels about it. He sold himself.

Death followed him long before that.

The next exhale sounds too wretchedly close to a dry sob for his liking, and he clamps a hand over his mouth, doubled over, a steadying arm against the wall. His vision swims and darkens, his nostrils bellowing with each panicked breath. A hand presses to his shoulder. His back all but slams against the wall as he yanks himself away. Cal’s hands lift up, held out by Cal’s shoulders, as the redhead takes a step back. “Sorry! I was calling your name but I don’t think you heard me.”

Bode didn’t hear anything. Not a thing. What was he thinking? Doing? He wasn’t thinking that was the problem. Cal must see something in his face, because he steps forward again, frowning, concerned. He reaches out again but slowly, his hands gently framing Bode’s shaking shoulders before curling around his upper arms. “Bode, it’s okay. Breathe with me. Let’s just calm down, and then we can talk, get you some water maybe. Okay?” Bode clenches his teeth together, presses harder into the wall. “Bode, hey. Hey. We’re fine, okay?” A damnable smile blooms, Cal’s green eyes sparking warm, the man reaching out for him in the Force, wrapping him up in Cal’s fiery presence like a reassuring blanket, and Cal says: “tomorrow we’ll move and we’ll all be safe and everything will be alright.” Bode’s breath stops. He slides down the wall until he’s sitting, and his insides are all ashes. His hand shakes as it falls from his mouth and he can’t see Cal for the tears falling from his eyes.

Cal, kriffing Cal. Why did Bode have to fall for him? An idealist. A man who can’t see danger staring him in the face. Who can’t listen to the reasonable voices around him, and yet who is so good that they can’t help but let him lead over and over again.

Cal only scoots closer, cradling Bode’s face between his hands and pressing their foreheads together. “I’ve got you. Breathe with me. We Jedi,” Cal jokes, trying to ease the moment, “we’re really good at breathing, you know.” Kriffing Cal. Bode wants years with him. A lifetime.

“I’m s-sorry,” he whimpers, gripping the sleeves of Cal’s jacket. He gets tonight, and then nothing. Nothing after that. Never. There’s no more time.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

Cal will change his mind tomorrow. He’ll understand tomorrow. They’re over, tomorrow.

Bode turns his head. His lips press into the heat of Cal’s palm, mark it with his sorrow.

This is their first and last time.

There’s nothing inside him he’s allowed to give. Nothing worthy of Cal

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Started making a Jedi: Survivor fan comic. I’m making it either way, just for myself, but I’d love to know if there’s actually anyone else who’d want to read something like this? It’s like a canon divergence, Cere lives, Bode redemption, kind of thing. Cheers.

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Mind the tags! ❤️

“No!”

Bode catches him, just barely. Muscles burning. Shoulder wrenched. He hits the edge of the stone bridge at the wrong angle, knocking the air out of his lungs in one fell swoop. Pain splinters in his chest that he shoves off into the corner of his mind. He bites back a sudden sob, grits his teeth, and looks down. Cal’s unconscious, blood coating half his face from a massive gash on his temple. His expression is slack, disturbingly slow, turned away from Bode as he dangles limply over the abyss that they’d been commenting on only a few minutes ago.

He tries to heave him up, but he can’t. The Force is a distant thing, blocked by the strange mineral embedded in the windows of these ruins. No matter how intently he tries to call to it, it stays just out of reach. He has no jetpack. He has no Force. Cal’s too heavy. His shoulder is just barely hanging on as it is.

“Cal. Scrapper. Gonna need you to wake up now.” Something rumbles in the distance, aftershocks of the quake that put them in this position to begin with. Dust rains down from the ceiling. “Please.”

Bode’s connection to the Force has always been a tremulous thing since Operation Knightfall, and it cracked even more after his wife’s death. He’s repaired it slightly over the years, if only to save his own ass and to keep Kata safe, but, honestly, he’s out of practice beyond hiding his presence and mind tricking his opponents. That’s always been something he envied of Cal. While Bode could never stomach using the Force like he used to, Cal embraced it like a long-lost lover, trusting it to watch his back despite how many times he’s been burned. You’d think Cal would be thrice-shy considering his psychometry, but he never is, constantly throwing himself into memories no matter how traumatic. It’s something to admire – when it’s not completely terrifying.

And here, now, in a Jedi Temple meant for a special kind of meditation and training to connect deeper with the Force, Bode wants nothing more than to fall and trust the Force to catch him – and he knows he can’t. The mistrust is rooted too deep.

If only their roles were reversed. Cal would have surely gotten them out of here already. He’d connect with the purpose of the Temple, feel the Force through the crack in the walls, and heave Bode up over the edge, showcasing that hidden strength Bode loves so much.

But they aren’t reversed.

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Mind the tags! ❤️

“No!”

Bode catches him, just barely. Muscles burning. Shoulder wrenched. He hits the edge of the stone bridge at the wrong angle, knocking the air out of his lungs in one fell swoop. Pain splinters in his chest that he shoves off into the corner of his mind. He bites back a sudden sob, grits his teeth, and looks down. Cal’s unconscious, blood coating half his face from a massive gash on his temple. His expression is slack, disturbingly slow, turned away from Bode as he dangles limply over the abyss that they’d been commenting on only a few minutes ago.

He tries to heave him up, but he can’t. The Force is a distant thing, blocked by the strange mineral embedded in the windows of these ruins. No matter how intently he tries to call to it, it stays just out of reach. He has no jetpack. He has no Force. Cal’s too heavy. His shoulder is just barely hanging on as it is.

“Cal. Scrapper. Gonna need you to wake up now.” Something rumbles in the distance, aftershocks of the quake that put them in this position to begin with. Dust rains down from the ceiling. “Please.”

Bode’s connection to the Force has always been a tremulous thing since Operation Knightfall, and it cracked even more after his wife’s death. He’s repaired it slightly over the years, if only to save his own ass and to keep Kata safe, but, honestly, he’s out of practice beyond hiding his presence and mind tricking his opponents. That’s always been something he envied of Cal. While Bode could never stomach using the Force like he used to, Cal embraced it like a long-lost lover, trusting it to watch his back despite how many times he’s been burned. You’d think Cal would be thrice-shy considering his psychometry, but he never is, constantly throwing himself into memories no matter how traumatic. It’s something to admire – when it’s not completely terrifying.

And here, now, in a Jedi Temple meant for a special kind of meditation and training to connect deeper with the Force, Bode wants nothing more than to fall and trust the Force to catch him – and he knows he can’t. The mistrust is rooted too deep.

If only their roles were reversed. Cal would have surely gotten them out of here already. He’d connect with the purpose of the Temple, feel the Force through the crack in the walls, and heave Bode up over the edge, showcasing that hidden strength Bode loves so much.

But they aren’t reversed.

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Hey have we considered that the reason that one guy in the Prequels was really chill about offering some Jedi death sticks isn't some massive conspiracy that the Jedi are all doing massive amounts of drugs, or even that he didn't realize they were Jedi, but instead that arresting people for non-violent drug offenses is fucking evil and the Jedi aren't cops? And the people of Coruscant generally know that as long as they're not killing people the Jedi aren't actually interested in fucking them over?

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So did anyone else notice the sad soap opera music when the camera panned to Buck on the couch while Eddie was getting coffee after saying he’s [Eddie’s] thinking of moving to El Paso?

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Run Boy Run - Cal Kestis

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For the Bodevember first prompt: Brotherhood

(One whole year since I poster some Cal and Bode art, what the hell)

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Bodevember

Calling all Bode Akuna fans!

The Cult of Cal Kestis Discord server is hosting a special event dedicated to our other favorite guy… and since he’s too good not to share, we’re rolling this out to Tumblr as well so that everyone can join in. Which means…

BODEVEMBER begins Friday, November 8th!

This is a special two-week event dedicated to all things Bode Akuna - art, screenshots, fics, videos, crafting and fandom participation of all kinds.

Yes! We have prompts!

WEEK 1:

Friday, November 8th - Brotherhood

Saturday, November 9th - Jetpack/Scrapper

Sunday, November 10th - Fall Aesthetic

Monday, November 11th - Blaster Stance

Tuesday, November 12th - Ghost Star

Wednesday, November 13th - The Art of Disguise

Thursday, November 14th - A Bedtime Story for Kata

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WEEK 2:

Friday, November 15th - Poor Bastard’s In Love

Saturday, November 16th - The Red Lightsaber

Sunday, November 17th - Moral Compass

Monday, November 18th - Gaze Into The Abyss

Tuesday, November 19th - ISBlues/Nova Garon

Wednesday, November 20th - The Entire Galaxy In Her Eyes

Thursday, November 21st - A Chance To Surrender

Bonus: Friday, November 22nd - Giving Thanks

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We hope you’ll join us in celebrating Bodevember and sharing the love for one of our faves. Please tag your posts with #Bodevember and let us know what you’re up to!

May the Force be with you all! - Mod Dubs

(Credits: art by @animatedjen and @flammabel, used with kind permission - all prompts by @the-dubstep-strawberry )