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He never should have gotten lost
Truthfully, it was not Bojan’s fault. The caravan was hurried across the icy roads in fear of the approaching blizzard, the mounted guards pushing the desperate people and stock animals alike. It wouldn’t matter, they were doomed across the Käsivarsi, it was always too treacherous for a band of inexperienced Traders. The panic and hurried chaos found some of the wagons sliding and the animals pulling them spooked and scattered. The guards shouted for the rest to grab the horses lest they be lost in the wilderness.
And so he found himself here, lost in the frigid woods following hoof prints that disappeared under the freshly falling snow.
Bojan shivered as he moved silently as possible through the trees, afraid to whistle for the missing animals lest he attract unwanted attention…
“Susia,” the gruff voice of a bearded hunter warned, they had stopped briefly in a village overlooking the Kilpisjärvi. “Wolf packs. They travel together, hunting animals like your horses. Will kill you in your sleep, they stay away from fires. Sleep in shifts.” The guards took any advice from the locals, trusting their knowledge of the wilds.
“And boy,” the hunter addressed Bojan who startled at the sudden attention. “You watch for Väki. He hunts for people like you. Foolish people.”
The guards all snickered at that, Bojan huffed and pulled his coat tighter, stomping out of the hunter’s shack.
Foolish indeed, he scowled as his fingers and toes froze. He could find the road again, to hell with the horses-
BAM
Something slams into his back, throwing him face first into the snow. For a brief and panicked moment he thought one of the horses had charged him, the force was so strong it knocked the wind from his lungs, but as he scrambled to crawl away, he heard a deep growl.
Wolves
In his panicked state he let out a yell and felt a powerful grip grab at his shirt collar, wrenching him onto his back.
Oh God it’s gonna tear my throat out-
The cold press of metal against his windpipe startles his screwed shut eyes open.
Green.
Bright, glowing, inhuman green irises bore into his hysterical brown ones. A deep snarl, like a wolf erupts from human lips. Human?
No, not this creature.
His skin is a pale greyish-blue and his ears are pointed and curved, he’s shirtless save for a thick cloak of pelt’s around his neck and shoulders, strong and powerful looking arms level a curved and pockmarked knife to Bojan’s throat. The creature’s other arm is raised, his hand not flesh and blood but a twisted claw of tree roots and bark, fingertips hooked and wickedly sharp. His expression is pulled into a fierce glare, dark brows furrowed over even darker eyes that hold two glowing orbs at their center, a hypnotic and terrifying stare meant to shatter the bravery of any foolish man who strays from the path…
Just like Bojan did.
“P-please-“ Bojan stutters, grasping his barely-there knowledge of the Finnic language to attempt to communicate. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass-“
“Caravan.” The creature growls back, Bojan spots sharp, canine-like teeth behind his scowl.
“Yes! Yes I am with the Caravan on the road, we only need to find our horses-“
“Horses gone.” The strange being spits, slowly pulling the long knife away from Bojan’s throat. “They run far out in the forest, wolves will chase them down” He moves to stand back, not letting his guard down or stowing his weapon. “You not find them in time.”
Bojan slowly pulls himself up out of the snow, his back now soaked with melted snow and making his breath catch from the cold.
“Y-yes. You are probably right, I will go back to my people, I-I’m so sorry I disturbed your territory-“
“Not mine.” The creature says, Bojan sees now that he’s actually taller than the creature, but it doesn’t make him any less intimidated.
“You die before finding horses, too cold for your kind.” The stranger huffs and sheds his wolf pelt cloak, handing it to the shaken human. “Take. I find your horses”
Bojan looks dumbfounded, shivering hands grasping the cloak.
“But-“
“I bring them when your people asleep. You tell no one about.” The being glares, his burning eyes piercing through Bojan. He raises his twisted root hand and curls his fingers open, Bojan swivels around to the sound of cracking wood and stares in awe as the forest’s dense trees bend open to reveal a path.
“Follow, your people not too far away.”
Bojan shakes himself out of his gawking to turn and thank the creature-
But he’s gone.
His gaze darts around for any signs of the strange being, but not even footprints are left in the white blanket of snow. He is pulled out of his shock by a harsh shivering of his frozen body, quickly pulling the thick coat of furs around himself.
Warmth.
It’s unnaturally warm. Smelling of thick pine and iron and something undefinably sweet. He burrows into it further.
As he goes to follow the path in the parted trees, he spares one more glance behind him, a small smile on his face.
“Thank you” he whispers to the empty air.
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I’ve been reading all about Finnish folklore lately and what better way to express my excitement than to make an au no one asked for :D
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kidvoodoo · 2 months
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Tranquility🌿
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kidvoodoo · 4 months
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Enter the Hunting Grounds
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kidvoodoo · 6 months
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“Halsin?”
The larger elf trembles beside him, body curling into a shaking, protective circle with knees drawn up and arms stiffly wrapped around a pillow, fingers digging into the fabric.
Astarion cautiously sits up, peering over his companion’s shoulder in the dark of their shared room, trying to catch a glance of the Druid’s face.
To his surprise, Halsin’s eyes are still shut, though not a relaxed expression of reverie, rather a twisted grimace of pain, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. His brows are furrowed, lines of stress marring his forehead…
Worse yet, tears trickle along the bridge of his nose, leaking out from shut tight eyes.
Astarion’s mind races at this revelation. In all his time spent in the Druid’s company, never has he seen him in such a state. Through his bloody rescue amidst a sea of goblins and violence, through wicked Shadows and dead, choked landscapes. His demeanor was strong, constant, calm.
Even when they came together, a tryst in the woods that never actually ended, as weeks that passed saw Astarion becoming a frequent midnight visitor, which turned to days spent in the sun, the distance between them, imposed by the vampire himself, disappeared.
Eventually, he knew it was inevitable, his would open his wounded heart and scared back to Halsin, and through tears and shame and fear, the Druid held him, steadfast and stable, only kindness in his eyes.
So there it was that Astarion was shaken to his core at the sight of his companion quaking beside him.
A wet gasp, a sob even, tore from the Druid’s mouth as he was lost still in the throes of some unknown horror, something malevolent and vicious enough to grasp him in the darkness and swallow him whole.
Astarion bit back his panic and uncertainty, though doubt of how to deal with such a thing plagued him, the thought of his Druid becoming lost in a nightmare alone, was enough to get him sucking in a steady breath, gently moving behind Halsin’s form and carefully snaking an arm atop his shoulder, palm squeezing the muscle gently.
“Shh”, he whispered quietly, lips pressing against the skin of Halsin’s nape, warm with sweat. “Shh love it’s okay…you are safe, I have you…”
Time passed as did Astarion’s comforting whispers, he kept the touch of his hands light, his lips breathing love and safety against Halsin’s skin.
Time passed, the shivering faded, the night pulled along quiet and at peace once more.
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kidvoodoo · 7 months
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Don’t dream it, be it Darling~
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Happy Halloween @notebookpapers ! Thank you for the inspiring idea I couldn’t get out of my head! 💋🎃
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kidvoodoo · 7 months
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Moonlight
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kidvoodoo · 7 months
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Moonlight
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kidvoodoo · 8 months
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He might kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evils.
- Bram Stoker’s Dracula
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kidvoodoo · 9 months
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See yourself in your creations,
and you are never alone.
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kidvoodoo · 9 months
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Some of my Fiend OC’s, Damakos Flametongue & Ixrashaad ❤️‍🔥🩵
They are some oc inserts for Critical Role Campaigns 2 & 3.
I really have a lot of fun making characters and imagining them interacting with the characters at the table, it’s fun to think of how and why they would meet.
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kidvoodoo · 9 months
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Ashton meeting their mother-in-law 🥰
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kidvoodoo · 9 months
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Weathering & Cultivation
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kidvoodoo · 1 year
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Matching Unicorn Onesies? Matching Unicorn Onesies.
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kidvoodoo · 1 year
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One of my absolute favorite projects I’ve ever had the pleasure of discovering! If you are a fan of cosmic horror, liminal spaces, and BUGS please please PLEASE check out The Other Happy Place! 🦋✨
LAST WEEK TO SUPPORT THE ART BOOK! 7 DAYS REMAIN! over 50 Pages of vivid cosmic horror art! The FIRST Other Happy Place project!
this is the only way to get this right now so if you want one make sure you grab it this way!! maybe in the future i'll do another print run but right now this is THE ONLY time and way for THIS book
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kidvoodoo · 1 year
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🎶you got the goods🎶
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kidvoodoo · 1 year
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~Phantom sensations~
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kidvoodoo · 1 year
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Drew some turtles because my week was very difficult 😑
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