๐๐พ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐ 2023: ๐๐ข๐บ ๐๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐บ: ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด ๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐๐บ๐ฆ๐ด {๐๐๐ง๐ฉ 1/2}
Shadows of the trees cast illusions, the cracking of sticks cause hairs on the back of your neck stand. The wind howls which sounds of a voice, and the birds no longer sing. The woods are creepy, desolate, and you find yourself lost in the sea of their trunks. What happens when your ocs are stuck in the woods?
๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉโ๐จ ๐จ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข ๐๐จ.. ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐จ..
โจ Taglist:ย @carmens-garden@eddysocs @faerieroyal @daughter-of-melpomene @megandaisy9ย @misshiraethsworldย @arrthurpendragonย โจ
16 notes
ยท
View notes
FFxivWrite 2023
Day 26 - Last
Rael and A'viloh had just returned to the Waking Sands from their first shared mission for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and left the Solar after speaking to Minfilia, when they had an unexpected encounter.
Rael wanted to stock up on a few things and A'viloh decided to accompany them down to the common room when suddenly a voice called out for him from the other side of the room.
"A'viloh?", a Miqo'te stepped towards him and eyed A'vi incredulously. "I canโt believe itโs you! I heard the Scions talk about a recruit with your name but couldnโt imagine it would really be you!"
The man caught A'viloh off guard. He looked a good bit older than A'vi, had dark hair and wore an eyepatch over his left eye. A'viloh was sure that he had never seen him before in his whole life, so the fact that the man seemed to know him was pretty confusing.
"Iโm sorry.", he said shyly. "Do we know each other?"
The man laughed at A'vilohโs reaction. "No, I am sorry! Of course you donโt remember me. When we left for Gridania you were only a few months oldโฆ"
A'vilohโs thoughts were racing but he still hadnโt managed to connect the dots, so he just stared at him quizzically.
"Sorry, sorryโฆ", the man laughed. "Let me explain. My name is A'aba. Iโm from the Antelope-Tribe from the South Shroud. You know you were born there, donโt you?"
A'viloh nodded slowly. "I know but I canโt remember anything of the place... Wait, this means you knew my parents?"
"Knew your parents?", he repeated with a chuckle. "Your father, A'vanoh, he's my uncle."
"Your uncle?โฆ then you are my cousin??", A'vi asked in surprise.
"Yes! I recognised you immediately. You look exactly like your mother! Just like Temi!"
This confused A'viloh. He certainly did remember that his mother had long red hair and green eyes just like him but her name hadnโt been Temi. "My motherโs name was Aโtahja.", he retorted with furrowed brows
"Yes.โ" A'aba nodded not seeing the contradiction.
"But then whoโs Temi?", A'vi asked.
Now it was A'abaโs turn to look surprised. "You donโt know about her? I canโt believe your parents never mentioned her."
A'viloh shook his head.
"My father was an adventurer and worked in Gridania a lot. He took her and me to the city for training when we were thirteen years old, shortly after you were born, so it makes sense that you canโt remember A'temi.", A'aba explained. "But I thought your parents would have told you that you have an older sister."
A'viloh gasped. "A sister??" He felt like a chocobo had kicked him in the guts. "A living older sister?"
He needed to sit down. He remembered that he had an older brother and a younger sister but both of them had died the day their parents and the others had been murdered.
"I canโt promise sheโs still alive but the last time I saw her she was fine. After Carteneau we went separate ways, I decided to join the Scions but she wanted to see the world. So she took a ship to Old Sharlayan instead."
"Old Sharlayanโฆ", A'viloh repeated absentmindedly, still processing the information that he may still have a sister.
"But how did you end up here, A'viloh. When we heard that the tribe had split up and left the Shroud we went looking for your parents but you were long gone. We found a small group of remnants from our tribe in La Noscea but they told us that your parents had left the Shroud towards the South, towards Thanalan. However we couldnโt find any trace of them thereโฆ"
A'viloh nodded. "I think we lived in Wellwick Wood for a while but then moved further to the South."
"To Southern Thanalan? We never expected you would have traveled so far! Why would you? Thereโs nothing out there but sand. Maybe we gave up too soonโฆ", A'aba explained.
A'viloh shook his head. "I donโt know for sure what father hoped to find there. Maybe he had tried to reach the sea or go to Ul'dah and got lost on the way. We should probably have stayed at Wellwick Wood."
"Maybe we would have found you then but on the other hand the Calamity would probably have killed you thereโฆ", A'aba pondered.
A'viloh sighed deeply and looked to the ground. "They didnโt live to see the Calamity. We were attacked by Amalj'aa in Southern Thanalan. Iโm the only one who survivedโฆ"
"Oh!", A'aba exclaimed but then nodded slowly. "Iโm sorry to hear thatโฆ but, to be honest, we already feared something like this might have happened. Otherwise we would never have stopped looking for you..."
"I donโt think that would have made a difference.", A'viloh offered to comfort him. "You probably wouldnโt have found us in time. I was only five years old then."
The other Miqo'te looked more shocked than comforted at that. "So young? What happened to you then? How come you're here now? Please, tell me everything."
They sat down and A'viloh started to explain, from the first things he could remember as a child until how he grew up at the Forgotten Springs. He left out Laqa and their unfortunate watery detour though, and skipped right to going to Ul'dah. Alone the thought of all of that still was very unpleasant to him, much less talking about itโฆ
"Iโm so glad that you're alive and that I found you. It's good to finally know what happened after we left. A'temi would be so happy, if she could see you now!"
"A'temiโฆ", A'viloh said silently, testing how her name sounded in his voice and how it made him feel. Tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes and he wished he could meet his sister right now. "I always thought I was the only one who survived, the last one of my family. I canโt believe I have an older sisterโฆ and of course a cousin!", he added quickly and looked up to A'aba.
His cousin just grinned at him and ruffled his hair. "Welcome back to the family, Viloh!"
8 notes
ยท
View notes
Title: Maleficus
Chapter:ย 1/1
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types,ย The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker
Additional Tags: Unreliable Narrator, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Nightmares, Psychological and Cosmic Horror, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Allusions to Incubi, Allusions to Angels and Demons, Allusions to Eldritch Abominations, IN SPACE
Summary:
A thought niggles in the back of his mind โ some distant memory trying to resurface.
Stories he was told, once, as a young foundling. A teacher who warned of sorcerers and demons that could manipulate the very air around them; who could bend the minds of others to their will.
Unable to speak, Din just nods, already shifting โ stiff-limbed โ to do as Lukeโs bidden him.
-
The fighting is over, Sundari's bio-dome rebuilt, and Luke Skywalker is still on Mandalore.
Sleep-deprived and plagued by nightmares, Din begins suspecting that Luke isn't what he seems.
35 notes
ยท
View notes
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: England/Japan (Hetalia)
Characters: England (Hetalia), Japan (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Halloween, holiday fic, Miscommunication, Fluff, Kisses
Summary:
England hears a knock on the door and finds Japan trick or treating. Featuring the candy Kisses, and a culture miscommunication.
4 notes
ยท
View notes