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Golden Fields,
Amber Brunsden — 2023
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paradise is found here, shared with you, under these skies.
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One of my favorite dumb AU ideas is turning the WoL + Scions and Ardbert + his friends into opposing teams (whether it's sports, academic, adventuring, monster hunting, literally any kind) and then playing out a rivals to lovers scenario straight out of a 2010s fanfic.
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you will not believe which job these cowboy boots are locked to
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An unexplored dynamic: the WoL being in love with one of their fellow Scions, who doesn't return their feelings and gently but definitively rejects a romantic relationship with them, and the next several years of the WoL trying to figure out what to do with their unrequited longing with nary a healthy coping mechanism in sight.
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Warmth 🌸 - FFXIV
A soft and cute piece of these two siblings, loved working on this 💗
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It started out as a joke, and rapidly evolved... A Mario Crossover?!
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[ mood ]
You understand, don’t you?
Alannah understands the kiss of steel at her throat, the weight of its wielder bearing her down to the scorched ground. The aether-coated shaft of Nirvana is all that stands between her and a battle axe and blue eyes, and as he presses her down all the breath leaves her lungs.
And the thing is, she does understand.
Her eyes glaze for a moment, seeing the stars beyond the Warrior’s visage. To be called to a fate she never asked for and have the world’s burdens borne on her small shoulders…her gaze refocuses, and every difficult choice she has ever made is reflected in his eyes. There is anger there, yes, but anger born of desperation and empty hands.
Battles rage on around them, and never does he relent his siege against her, but for a moment the world shifts on its axis. Breathing hard, knuckles white as they brace her staff, Alannah stares up at the man who would kill her to set her world aflame to save his own.
Though Ifrit remains unsummoned, there is a burning in her chest. It spreads through her limbs, leaving her weightless and tingling and turning the rest of the world to white noise. On his knees above her, the Warrior of Darkness scrutinizes her, perplexion in his gaze. A hot breeze buffets them, cooling the ardor of battle, and for a moment his grip on his axe slackens.
She chooses, without knowing why, for better or worse, to ignore the offered opening.
His weight shifts, weapon dropping slack from his hands as his forearms fall to rest in the dirt beside her head. Wordlessly Alannah watches him grimace as his fingers curl and fist in the dark tendrils of her hair. His head lowers, and for a moment all she can see is the blueblueblue of his eyes, her own widening as the sea meets the sky.
For a few scant seconds that last an eternity, his lips brush over hers. Warriors of Light and Dark, they are titans in a world that made them gods, at the mercy of the an inescapable fate. Chosen, for a brief moment they choose each other.
But the moment ends, the din of combat around them crescendoing to drown out the ringing in her ears. Her limbs filled with languor and honey, Alannah watches as he rises, loosely gripping the haft of his axe. In another life, he is not her enemy and they know no pain. But that is not this life nor the choice that they have.
“On your feet,” he spits, but there is agony in his eyes and mercy in his stance. Silently she obeys, her gaze never wavering from his.
One life for one world. This is their price, the one choice left to them, and the stars bear witness to their unspoken apologies as melee meets tempest once more.
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howdy! a wol question for you! that I am,,, mostly certain I havent asked yet but if I have, oh well!
does your wol/oc have any scars? if so how did they get them?
from an msq event? an accident as a child? are they large or rather small? do the scars still pain them, physically or mentally? do they wish they didnt have them? or do they enjoy their scars?
#alannah has a faint scar line on her neck#from where ardbert tried to kill her during their battle in the bowl of embers#ahhhh that's one of my favorite drabbles that ive written
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🐱 Because I have followed you for a long time and I greatly admire your work, but I’m still very shy to interact with you.
Hali!! I promise I'm not scary, just awkward and maybe a little hyperfocused on my own brainrot. 😅
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How Intimidating Am I?
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
Send 🐰 for barely intimidating
Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating
Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating
Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating
Send 🐯 for very intimidating
Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
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