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acollectionofhonestcompliments · 4 months

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I saw you mention a modern au in some tags. Do you have anything planned??

Oh man.

Yes actually,,, I do. I have no idea if I'm ever going to actually do anything with it, but I'm tempted to play around with it for sure :)

The premise would be less adapting the canon story and more like throwing the squad into Situations with a modern setting. So, magical internet? Cellphones? Videogames? Yes, all there, but it's intertwined with FR magic. Baldur’s Gate would be a modern city just like cities with old, historical buildings are; the closer you get to the coast, the older the structures and roads.

In what I have so far, Sephina and Lya would be Astarion’s new neighbors in the apartment next to his. They’d try to act like upstanding citizens while absolutely being a part of BG underground. Because the city is so much bigger now, and the underground even more fractured and sprawling, they’ve yet to bump into each other until then.

Lya would be younger (15) and fresh out of the Hells (Sephina would be 36), so this wouldn't be a super lighthearted AU, as it would explore trauma responses and recovery, both for Lya and Astarion, as well as growing up and struggling to acclimate to a completely different culture.

Astarion is recovering from years of sexual abuse and sex trafficking by his step-dad (Cazador), and has just been accepted into law school. Sephina just literally went to hell and back for her missing sister and is doing research on her weird magic and unbound characteristics. She’s also a yoga and parkour instructor at a local studio.

Astarion and Sephina would have nighttime fire escape talks, slowly learning about each other; Astarion learning what it's like to have an actual friend who wants him around. They would decide to work together to acclimate him to touch, as he has a panic attack in college when someone comes up behind him and touches his shoulder to get his attention, giving ample opportunity for Soft Moments and Deep Conversations. They begin movie nights that later becomes a big group affair.

Sephina would basically drag him along to her favorite hangout spot, a local library/coffeeshop hybrid run by ex-sharran Shadowheart, where they would meet Gale (a college professor specializing in Weave Theory and a big fan of their books and coffee combo), Wyll (he's rebelling from his dad but in the most soft and sheltered private-school way possible, so this nerd goes to hang out in a fuckin coffee shop library like a TRUE bad ass), Karlach (an orphan in the foster care system in Jaheira’s foster house, dealing with chronic health issues who's going to Lya’s highschool) and Lae’zel (exchange student in Lya’s highschool who’s also experiencing culture shock like Lya, as well as realizing and coming to grips with the fact that she has been a part of a cult for most of her life).

Because of the bigger age differences, the story would follow the two age groups; the teens, Lya(15), Wyll(15), Karlach(16), Lae’zel(14) and adults Astarion(150), Sephina(36), Shadowheart(32), and Gale(40). It would focus on the forming and maintaining of relationships while in recovery, finding who you are in both kid and an adult perspectives, while also exploring the fact that the kids would have adults in their life that would be supportive and (sort of) stable role models, and the adults would have kids that they have to be role models to.

As you can see, I have thought of this a lil bit 😂

But anyway, yeah, I have this brewing in the back of my mind like a witch’s brew and I might end up doing some artwork of it or something for now? Who knows :)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #tav/astarion #astarion #bg3 astarion #shadowheart #bg3 wyll #lae'zel #bg3 gale #karlach #sephina #lya #sephina/astarion #modern au #acohc modern au #me: haha yeah this is a lil au. also me: infodumps about an au that has been rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken for like a month

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writer-and-artist27 · 6 months

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Tumblr Story: Two Robins

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Because the writing urge hit and I wanted to send you something to destress. Also inspired by this comic you made on your other blog.

An informal sequel to “Reformed Bully,” basically. Because when life throws lemons, I make lemonade out of them. While listening to the song titled, My First Friend.

Stories for friends work like that. :)

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“Another world through a magic door, huh…?”

Vy couldn’t help but sit up in her place at the guest couch and slowly open her eyes at the sound of Robin’s voice. Even if he wasn’t her Robin, Lya’s Robin looked contemplative while taking off his apron in the now-cleaned kitchen, wiping some peanut butter off his hands with a napkin with a quiet hum. “Considering you were able to find a cookie recipe this easy to make,” he said with a soft laugh, “I probably shouldn’t be surprised at magic doors considering my sweetie’s habit of getting involved with a lot of people.”

“And…” Vy internally cursed herself for her low social battery, forcing her voice out as much as she could for Robin to notice, “who says… that habit is… a bad thing when… she still has… you, Robin?”

The brunette man turned to look at her with wide green eyes, the freckles on his face twitching before he smiles. “…That’s true,” he said in a softer voice, hanging his apron up on a nearby rack before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a water bottle. “But if you’re tired, Vy, you can use the couch to rest. You’re the guest here and you didn’t have to play with the kids.” The smile on his face widens to a grin once he walks over to place the water bottle in Vy’s ungloved hands, sitting down next to her soon after. “Though as one of their dads, I’m really grateful for your help.”

“Whitney looked… tired, y’know?” Her grip is shaky on the bottle cap once Vy twists at it to open the beverage, lifting the whole bottle carefully to drink the cold water inside for some energy. “Baking… cookies for the kids… is something I can do… considering they were curious… and I started it… by giving him some…” And sure, Chaldea didn’t have toddlers in its large roster of Servants (baby Caren notwithstanding — she was a unique case) — but her experience with kids thankfully wasn’t null and void. Plus their reactions to the “magic” of the three-ingredient peanut butter cookies were so so cute. Even recapping the water bottle in her hands after drinking half felt like an effort worth doing as she said, “So I… I wanted to help… besides…”

Robin leans forward to rest his chin against his palms, peering into her face with a curious expression. “Besides…?”

“It’s what…” Vy smiled, doing her best to ignore the urge to cough from how weak her voice felt in her throat. “It’s what… my Robin… would’ve done.”

Robin’s green eyes widened again — reminding Vy of Chaldea, of her Robin — before his brows furrowed against his forehead. “…You said that before,” he said in a quieter voice, one of his hands leaving his face in favor of reaching out towards her. Not nearly enough to touch, but close enough to the point of nearly patting her hair. “What is your Robin like, Vy? You said you saw some of him in Whit, which led you to us.”

How to respond… Vy turned her head to look at her lap, fidgeting with a hem of her skirt from the Chaldean Decisive Battle uniform. Her pockets still had some markers and her whiteboard, so—

“Vy…?” Lya’s Robin paused, a hand hovering close to hers once she put the half-full water bottle to the side and subsequently pulled out her writing set, carefully trying to uncap the nearest marker — pink this time, it seemed — to start scribbling a response.

“Energy… low…” Vy said hastily to fill in the silence, shaking her head. “Gonna have to… write to you… Robin… so excuse me.”

Past the shade of her low ponytail, it thankfully didn’t hide the understanding look that dawned on Robin’s face, his newest smile sympathetic towards her as he nodded. “You’re excused.”

“Th-Thankie…” With one grateful gulp of air, Vy wrote as quickly yet as neatly as she could, the words coming naturally to the forefront of her mind. My Robin is my hero.

Turning the board over to let Lya’s Robin read the words had his green eyes widen yet again. “Your hero…?”

Forcing energy into her next nod, Vy turned her whiteboard back to write more. I grew up with him, she “said,” doing her best to school the incoming blush on her face with a tiny cough. Whenever I was sad, whenever I needed to get away, he was there. In his green cape, whistling a tune, and hiding one eye away with his hair. Just by being himself and staying with me.

Vy wasn’t surprised to hear Robin chuckle at the word “hair” on her board once she turned the words toward him. “If your Robin has one eye hidden by his hair, I can understand why you reached out to Whit, then.”

They’re similar in some ways, Whitney and my Robin. Behavior, looks, and voice, aye. Pasts are definitely different. Vy could tell even when having known Whitney for only half of a day. They both were rough around the edges, self-proclaimed “cowards,” easy to cover up their insecurities with lies, but— In the end, Robin inspires me. He makes me feel safe. He helps me keep going. That's why he’s “Big Robin” to me.

“…Does he now?” Lya’s Robin says softly, glancing at the whiteboard before looking at Vy with a sad look to his green eyes. “Is that what a hero is to you, Vy? Someone who can be big and protect you?”

Not even the fatigue stopped Vy from hearing the longing in Robin’s voice, the lingering regret lacing his words, and she immediately turned her whiteboard back to herself to scribble a response.

I didn’t look up to my Robin just because he was big and protected me. Sure, he’s taller than me, and yes, he’s protected me, but he did more than that. Some of her “o”s looked loopy to her tired eye, but she still pointed them to Lya’s Robin for the man to read, tapping the underlined “more” with a face. Being a hero for someone can just be as simple as making sure there’s a home to come back to. A safe place to tuck away and be fine in someone’s arms. And if you’re worrying about that with Lya and your kids, Robin, I think you don’t have to.

“...Huh?” The brunette blinks at her response, and Vy smiles, lowering her whiteboard to the lap of her skirt. She knew if she spoke up, she might not be able to do the same for the rest of the day, but—

“You’re… like my Robin too…” Vy eventually croaked, keeping as much cheer as she could once Lya’s Robin gaped at her. Her hands felt a bit like lead had been injected into them, but it didn’t matter. “You both… worry about… doing enough… for the people you love… and I wanna say… you’re okay.”

“Vy…” Robin whispered, his green eyes betraying his experiences and concerns. Living as an orphan, trying to make ends meet under cruel circumstances, hoping Lya could be happy… A soft choking noise made his voice wobble once he said with shimmering wetness characteristic of tears in his eyes, “You really think so?”

Vy knew that her Robin could and would make that exact same face (especially when she pushed herself too hard). It was why she smiled at Lya’s Robin, raising one shaky gloved hand to pat his frozen outstretched one.

“I… know so. Because… because my Big Robin… taught me small kindnesses… like baking and hugging and helping… matter. So Robin… I think you’re plenty big… for Lya, Whitney, Alex… and your kids too.” A note of longing came out to grace the air between them, a cursory glance at the living room around them confirming to Vy that she was almost envious. “Having a farm like this… being able to safely have a family… not a lot of people can say the same. So… give yourself more credit. You can… be ‘big’ in your own way too. Cooking… and games… and being you.”

Especially when I know how hard it is to fight for the home you want. When the home I want is still out of reach.

It was why Vy decided not to mention the plight of Humanity back in her world, what with the Foreign God and all of her fucking bullshit, in favor of grabbing a wad of tissues from her other skirt pocket to offer to the man sitting next to her. The tears in Robin’s eyes only grew in size against his lashes, but he was smiling once he took the tissues to wipe at his face. “Th-Thank you,” he choked out after a moment, a few droplets falling to the couch cushions between them as he laughed. “I-I didn’t know I needed to hear that before I heard it.”

Vy smiled, vaguely making out a silhouette of pink starting to emerge from the hallway behind Robin before nodding her head. “Aye. That can… definitely happen… and if you can’t believe it… why don’t you ask your sweetie?”

As if on cue, flowers seem to burst open in the air. “Of course, my gentle songbird!” Lya announces her sudden entrance with a tight hug to Robin from behind, falling to her knees and winding her arms around her husband’s neck enough to make the man squeak. “Vy has the right idea!”

“L-Lya…” Robin sniffles, but he looks happier once she’s in the picture, enough for relief to spread throughout Vy’s chest as she slowly scooted a foot or so away to give the happy couple some space. “I… I really am doing enough for you?”

“Of course you are! You’re my Robin!” Lya pouts when resting her chin atop Robin’s brown hair, shaking her head. “I love you more than anything, sweetie!”

“Sweetie…”

Vy closed her eyes to the sight, already feeling a little awkward if not for the lingering fatigue still in her systems, and thus debated stepping out. It didn’t feel right to say anything with Lya already reassuring her hubby better with lots of hugs and kisses beyond her closed eyelids, so…

“Muu…?”

Her back and legs suddenly weren’t on the couch anymore. Vy slowly blinked, feeling mana carry her up into the air and barely hearing Robin’s surprised “whoa” along the way. Her half-full water bottle, whiteboard and assorted markers were floating up with her, highlighted by — by purple runes? It would certainly explain why the floating was very much gentle, but if runes were here—

The corner of her blurry vision past her glasses let her see a single glimpse of violet and green before toned, muscular arms wrapped themselves around the backs of her shoulders and the undersides of her knees, holding her in a princess carry. “I look away for five minutes,” said a familiar voice above her head, “and then I find you’re pushing yourself again, little sparrow. Past another magical door too.”

“All in… good intentions, Big Robin…!” Vy still didn’t stop her Robin from holding her close enough for their foreheads to touch, a weak giggle leaving her lips once the tip of his nose rubs hers. Mint tickled the insides of her nostrils as she said, “Didn’t use… any mana… and was… able to bake… magic peanut butter cookies…!”

“Which, little one,” Skadi interrupted with a soft clapping of her hands to dispel her wand into a flash of light (just so that Lya and her hubby wouldn’t notice, maybe?), chuckling while plucking the floating bottle and whiteboard materials out of the air to keep close to her chest for safekeeping. The smile on her delicate features looked wry and exasperated to oddly match the fond sparkle in her red eyes as she went on with, “you could have done that after taking your daily nap. I may be the last goddess of my original world, but what is it with your luck in finding other worlds without fail?”

Vy glanced up at her Robin — Robin Hood, the May King, her Big Robin — and smiled once he gave her a raised eyebrow. “I just… do?”

Robin sighed and bumped his nose with hers again. “…You worry me too much.”

“I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, little sparrow. Just wander off with me next time.”

A quiet Ahem is what breaks Vy out of the growing warmth and surrounding mana — out of seeing two of her Grailed come through the same door that brought her to Whitney — and turning her head reveals Lya, her Robin, and a faraway Whitney all staring at her with wide eyes. Of course Robin Hood and Scathach-Skadi would stare back.

No one said anything for a good second. The toddlers could’ve woken up, Alex could’ve walked in, and yet no one would speak. That was the kind of stare-off it was.

“…Well,” Lya’s Robin starts first after the sound of a singular water droplet falling echoes from the sink, glancing at Chaldea’s Robin before awkwardly scratching at some of the freckles dotting his nose. “If this green-clothed man is your Big Robin, Vy, I can see why you love him so much. He is tall and has hair that makes me think of Whit.”

“He’s supposed to look like me?” Whitney said in clear disbelief from his place standing a few feet away in the hallway, his crumpled T-shirt and wrinkled sweats making it look like he just helped Alex in putting the toddlers to bed for their daily nap. “He’s green and… glowing.”

“Excuse me for glowing,” Robin Hood bit out past Vy’s head, and Vy did her best to raise a shaky hand to his chest to pat sympathetically. “Being magical makes me sparkly. Not like a vampire, thank god.”

“And I’m the goddess, yet can recognize the Twilight joke. Those books were not the best in regards to late-night reading.” Skadi chuckles again, and Vy glances at her just in time to catch the softer look that brushes her features as she bows her head towards the farm denizens still standing in front of them. “Excuse us for the late introductions. My name is Skadi, and the man carrying Vy next to me is our Robin. We just came through the nearest door together to take Vy home.”

“So she does have a home,” Lya muttered, enough to make both Robins and Whitney stare at her. “Was the ‘magic’ in the peanut butter cookies real, then?”

“Who knows?” Robin shrugs, but Vy knows he’s relaxing once he bounces her a little in his arms, just to adjust his grip and let her rest her head against his shoulder. The No Face May King was soft in feel against her ear, enough to be a borderline pillow and nearly make her forget him saying, “Vy — our little sparrow, has a habit of making magic. Still gotta take her back to recharge, though. So thanks for holding onto her until we could show up.”

Whitney scoffs under his breath, muttering something that Vy can’t hear, but she can see the brunette Robin lightly elbow him just past the No Face May King’s shadow as Chaldea’s Robin turns on his heel to face the door that started this little journey. Compared to its visage from her room, the magical entrance wasn’t glowing as much as before, the silver handle appearing muted to contrast the bright green grass outside and the glowing of the Grailed beside her. But—

Skadi barely gets a chance to say her name before Vy reaches out towards the nearest thing she could reach — that being Robin’s mantle collar, to tug at and eventually gesture back towards the farm denizens. “Let me…” she croaks, “say bye?”

Robin stares at her. Vy stares back. It’s not even that long, but she tries, and after a few seconds, Robin sighs, turning on his heel one more time. “Just this once,” she hears him murmur softly. Skadi opens the door behind him once he does, but it doesn’t matter.

Even with her blurring vision, Vy can still make out the primary colors of Lya’s pink hair, of her Robin’s green eyes, and Whitney’s black tattoos. And with the rest of her strength, Vy raises one shaky gloved hand to wave at them.

“Bye bye… thankie for the conversations… Whitney… Robin… if the kids ask… I’ll be back… with more cookies for them… and Lya… and Alex…! Soon soon…!”

Chaldea’s Robin scoffs softly above her head, but he still carefully walks her back into Novum Chaldea through the doorway Skadi kept open for them. And once the door closes behind them and darkness starts to overtake her vision in favor of sleep, Vy can do nothing but lean against her Robin and wonder if Lya’s Robin and Whitney ever waved back.

It was a nice dream to ponder about if they did.

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dollya-robinprotector · 7 months

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"Not sleepy anymore?"

"...I can't sleep like this."

"Nah you seem like you prefer this."

"Wake up guys that's enough napping, time for dinner!"

#I'm so sorry I promise to get back with delulu Ivory asks later I just really need some bonding family or maybe #dollya art #whitney the bully #dol whitney #alex the farmhands #dol alex #robin the orphan #dol robin #dol pc #degrees of lewdity #dol #Lya the Blossom #DoL: Homestead AU #I will get back to this AU sooner or later #maybe I should include Wren soon

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yet-another-haven-of-dollya · 3 months

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lya hips... 🤤🤤🤤

I call it "child-bearing hip"

#dollya ask #dol #dol pc #lya the blossom #Dol: homestead AU

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lya-ayl · 1 year

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I need to see Dream go ballistic more

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loz-untold-myths · 1 year

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UNTOLD MYTHS: STONE FATE

A Legend of Zelda Fan-Story by Nocturne

Pre-Adventure Short Story – Destined Encounter

Expand to Read! (Warning: Violence followed by extreme wholesomeness)

Pre-Story – Destined Encounter

A little wanderer, no older than ten, sneaks between the trees of the expansive Lost Woods, the grass crunching beneath his feet. A typical traveler would lose their way in a forest like this, but the boy's every step is thoughtlessly precise. Wearing a small mask of leaves, his eyes see through the mist as if it wasn't there at all. Even without the assistance of the mask, he has lived here long enough to know the navigation as if it were a sixth sense… Today, however, he braves the edge. The outermost ring of the woods is much further out than he's ever been allowed to traverse. Yet… it seems that is the exact path he intends to take.

With the passage of time, the child finds the scenery of the woods growing unfamiliar. Although the change was expected, it still brings an uncertainty into the air. The presence of such a feeling proves ineffective, nonetheless, as he doesn't seem intimidated. His curiosity has only built. The unknown is strangely welcoming to the boy; perhaps it is what brought him here. He does not spend much time at all considering his reasoning either way, recklessly following the mere urge to carry on.

Leaping over logs and ducking under branches, the adventurer's journey remains steady for quite a while. The uneventful nature of it all is underwhelming… almost to the extent of convincing him to turn back. Even so, he attempts to give it the benefit of the doubt. Something could be waiting at every turn. He would hate to find out he's missed whatever awaited just a short stretch ahead… So, he pushes forward.

Eventually, as though the woodland could sense his longing, the brush of the mist against the overgrowth is drowned out by an abrupt shout. The boy halts in his tracks, the tips of his ears perking up ever-so-slightly at the sound. His gaze trails off that way instantaneously, taking a moment to check if it will be repeated. Instead, the voice is echoed by a sort of… growling?

What is that? It's… new.

The center of Lost Woods, from which the boy came, is a haven. A sound like that is alien. He quietly follows the continued growls, his fingertips lightly touching the bark of a tree. There's carvings here; something he recognizes from home. The children of the forest leave them as means of directions, communication… warnings. This symbol in particular is not one he recalls: a shape like a skull with horns. He's heard that peculiar things have passed through once or twice, but there's never been one close enough for him to pursue. It's basically an invitation!

Leaning over a bush, the child reaches the clearing he traced the racket back to. Before him, he spots a group of red, pig-like creatures with white hair roaring gibberish threats up to the branches of a tree. It's one thing for those monsters to have even managed to get here, but it's another thing for them to start bullying another one of the forest children! The boy is about to race out of the bushes and intervene, but stops as an arrow goes flying– right into the horn of one of the attackers. It is thrown into the dirt by the direct hit, shadow pouring from where the horn was surprisingly severed. As a result, the monster deteriorates as if it were set ablaze. The other beasts are quickly enraged by the defeat of their ally, gathering at the base of the tree and tossing up their clubs to try and knock down the source of the arrow.

The child is unsure who may be in danger now, as he's never seen a weapon like that… But it changes nothing for him. Regardless of whatever is up there, he can't just leave them in trouble with those things! So, he reaches down into a small pouch fastened to his belt. He removes a round seed, slightly smaller than the surface of his palm, and crushes it in his fist. When he re-opens his hand, the seed has blossomed into a plant with a black bulb in the center. The tip of it strangely sparks a moment later, the boy tossing it over the bush so it rolls behind the monsters. It only continues to spark for a second or two, but… When the spark reaches the bulb itself, the plant explodes into a cloud of orange smoke with a "pop". The creatures let out a yell of surprise, scrambling away with flailing arms. They scatter soon after being startled.

The masked child stretches over the bushes and stumbles into the clearing, lifting his head to look up to the branches. Much to his surprise, a set of blue eyes meet his. Not from a child of the forest, not from a fairy or another monster… but another human being.

…She looks like him.

They stand there in unwavering stillness for who knows how long, neither knowing initially how to respond. In this state of wonder, it's clear that neither has ever seen someone so similar. This soon passes, as the girl suddenly pipes up, "What was that?!" Her eyes remain lit up in awe.

The other child slowly pulls his mask off of his face, seeming a bit shy to talk at first. He holds it close to his head, still hiding behind it despite having removed it, "It's a… bomb plant. My brothers and sisters told me they grow on a mountain." When he finally does talk, he decides it is not as difficult as he thought it would be.

Almost the instant she is given a response, the girl shoves her "weapon" under her arm and climbs down the tree. With this, she walks right up to him, fascinated, "That was so… so cool! I can't believe a plant can do that! I'm lucky you came through here."

"...I can't believe you killed one!" The boy seems genuinely impressed, looking where the severed horn of one of the monsters lies in the grass, "I've never heard of anyone doing that before."

"They started showing up a while ago… but I learned you can hit them at the bottom of their horn to hit a weak spot! Then they don't bother you anymore!" The girl proudly replies, "That's why I was making this." She presents the makeshift wooden bow, showing an unprecedented craftsmanship for her age. The boy curiously kneels to look over it, but is interrupted when the girl spontaneously breaks the silence again, "My name's Lya." He blinks again, looking up from the bow to her again before straightening himself.

After a pause, he realizes he should tell her his name, too. The child can almost hear his guardian in the back of his mind, telling him it's the polite thing to do, "...I'm Link."

"I have a treehouse closeby! Do you want to see it, Link?" Lya offers an outstretched hand over to him, so she may lead the way. A wide grin spreads across her face.

Link's eyes are fixated on her hand only for a brief period, as he's quick to take the offer, "Okay!"

With all the time in the world to waste, Lya pulls Link along to a new ring of Lost Woods. In their elation, the pair cannot help but feel as though an adventure awaits within the growth.

Notes:

What better way to start off than from the moment that sets their fate into motion? This takes place around two years before the main story. Asks are open and I do intend on answering them!

If you're intrigued, here's some concept art I posted recently: Concept Art

And here's the first chapter of something else I've written: The Mage's Lantern

(#loz stone fate)(#loz untold myths)

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