#ffo

[ffoart]

inspo - Field book of western wild flowers : Armstrong, Margaret, 1867-1944

#collage #anatomy #vintage #ffo #body horror #artists on tumblr #macabre #dark art #sk

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

HUMMINGBIRDS

by Ffo

#tentacles #fhtagn #ffo #concept art #hummingbird #creature #horror #monster #fantasy #inside out #surreal #painting #fhtagnnn

[thackeroy]

Gifts! My wonderful friend Dace not only stitched the little pattern I made on a tiny fabric, the second photo has my thumb for scale, but also stitched up and framed my artwork.

#my content #craftblr #crafter #crafting #crafts #queer crafts #trans crafter #cross stitch #needlework #needlecraft #needlepoint #miniature #tiny #ghost #halloween #spooky #ffo #cross stitch ffo #gift

[lolasweetsurrender]

FFO ART

#FFO ART #FFO #anatomical

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

ffo

#ffo #illustrations #surreal #macabre #horror #dark

[aesopsbaby]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Raloris (@feelin-lo ), Celtic (My OC)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When Raloris experiences one of his many mood swings causing him to feel as if he's worthless, Celtic arrives. Misunderstanding ensues and words were exchanged.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Who doesn't love some misconception/miscommunication troupe!! >:]] It's been awhile since I last wrote a story so this might not be very good,,,! Also, I still haven't found a beta reader so this is not proof-read, so,,do expect to see some grammatical errors here and there!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst no comfort, nothing much to be put here tbh

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Meaningless words

Wrong.

It felt wrong.

He felt wrong. Raloris couldn't take it, the scene before him didn't feel..right. He shook his head slightly, brows furrowing as he clenched his teeth, trying so hard to concentrate at what could possibly be eating away at him right now.

Right now. When the team had came out victorious in a battle. Why did it have to be now. Why is he suddenly feeling this bubbling sense of disgust and hatred towards himself?

...No. He shouldn't be happy for the victory. He didn't do anything to be happy for. Zane got injured. Vince almost lost a life. Celtic..

Oh. Raloris swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up as he realized he had only been staring at his leader. His leader that was holding his bloodied and injured arm while having a pained but satisfied expression.

Raloris' eyes trailed downwards, into his palms that were stained with blood. His or some goblins, he wasn't sure anymore. His vision doubled and he swallowed dryly, the feeling of needles being stabbed down his throat at the action. He let out a staggered breath. Damn it.. His hands tightened into fists.

I didn't do shit. Why the hell was I so happy for?

Closing his eyes, Raloris turned on his heel, walking away from the group, and made his way back to their hideout. Hearing the cheers getting further and further away as he took every step, allowing the negative thoughts of worthlessness starts to eat at his mind, consuming his thoughts and soul.

....

A gentle yet firm knock reached Raloris' pointed ears, causing him to peer upwards at his door. He pursed his lips, not wanting to be teased by Sylvester nor Zane right now.

Another knock came, accompanied by a quiet and flat voice; "Raloris? Are you in there?". Raloris could've sworn he felt his entire body turn to ice with how his heart literally stopped beating and he couldn't move an inch at the sound of Celtic's voice.

Why is he here? Why now? Usually Raloris wouldn't mind being in the presence of Celtic. More often than not, he would've actually appreciated Celtic's accompany! But now? Now couldn't be any worse!

Raloris kept silent, hoping with all his heart that Celtic would just give up and leave him. He stared at the door with a bated breath, "..Apologies. But I'm coming in." And, of course, hoping that would be useless since Celtic was as stubborn as a mule.

Celtic's eyes darted from the interior of room --taking note of the lack of lighting--, and almost instantly, his eyes landed on the elf, sitting there on his bed. Raloris bit his quivering lips, averting eye contact from his leader and choosing to stare at the wooden floorboard instead, his mind running at a high speed at the suffocating silence and intense stare of Celtic.

"What h-" Celtic started but caught himself. It was as if the gears in his head were moving slowly and trying to piece together the perfect response.

He decided to close the door behind him first before making his way beside Raloris. Celtic parted his lips, taking his time to think over his words as he glanced at Raloris' trembling hands and the soft hiccups coming from him. Celtic spots the reflection of tears shining from the corner of Raloris' eyes and the stains of the salty liquid that trails down his cheeks and hangs onto his chin.

"..Are..Are you okay?"

Raloris didn't know why but he suddenly felt..angry. Frustrated. Irritated. That damn voice.

Why..why would Celtic ask that if he didn't care in the first place. Raloris hated it. He hated how Celtic always sounded monotonous, like he couldn't give two shits about his feelings or anyone's for that matter!

Raloris barked out a curt laugh, not bothering to look at the raven haired male. "You can be, oh so heartless sometimes, Celtic." Raloris darted his eyes up to meet Celtic's, hoping to see if he can spot the care and sympathy he was wishing to find. All that stared back at him was darkness, like the vast emptiness of the deep sea.

Raloris felt rage bubbling in his chest, "Your eyes can be so cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth and a slight glare. Celtic merely blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What are you talking about Raloris. Are you going through something? Should I leave you be for now?"

"There you go again! With that dead tone of yours. I truly wonder Celtic, do you really care?" Raloris stood up, glaring down at the leader who's still trying to understand the situation. "Do you even care about me? Am I even worthy to be on your team?? Why do you always speak as if you're forced to say those lines!" Raloris' voice cracks as he spoke, tears once again building up.

"If you don't care, I beg of you, don't bother spouting those nonsense. It was obvious that you don't mean it when you don't even bother putting in effort when you speak!!" Raloris choked out with great effort, he could feel his throat closing up, finding it difficult to breath.

Blurry and clouded vision stared into the same darkness that now were flooded with concern and shock.

The harsh breaths that leave the elf's parted lips filled the otherwise silent room.

"What..what are you talking about Raloris? I care. I care alot. I.." Celtic trailed off, closing his lips and swallowing, as if he was hesitant to say his next words. "..I care alot about you, Raloris. You mean..the world to me." He started again, gazing into Raloris' eyes, pleading that he can see his efforts.

"You don't SHOW that you do! You're just saying words and expect me to believe them when you look at me with those blank eyes!" Raloris yelled, the hot tears falling down his redden cheeks, frustration is evident in the way he flailed his clenched fists to show his emotions. His fist hitting his chest multiple times, before the frabic of his outfit is grasped tightly in his hold.

Celtic's heart tightened at the scene and he could've sworn he felt his heart shattered. He stood up abruptly---

"Raloris, I love you!"

Raloris' breath hitched, eyes widening as he stared at Celtic. Who, looked just as shocked as he is. Did..did he hear that right? What..did he just say?

As if he could hear his thoughts, Celtic spoke again softly, "I love you."

He continues, "And I need you like the moon needs the sun. You mean everything to me." A soft and gentle smile graces his features.

Raloris bit the inside of his cheek at his, once thought to be cold and emotionless leader, proclaiming and confessing his love right before him. He sighed, looking down before bringing his gaze to the raven haired male.

"I don't love you. I could NEVER love a heartless being like you." The words tumbled out of the mouth like running water before he could even stop them. He watched as Celtic winced slightly at the tone used but still, he maintained a poker face, aside from the slight crinkle of his brows.

Nothing but his heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. Raloris could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his ear. Was it the adrenaline? Fear? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he can't think straight right now. He just feels so enraged and he's not even sure why anymore.

Celtic scoffed, glancing at the room before them before landing on Raloris again. His eyes always tend to do that, it always manages to find it's way back to Raloris, as if it's a compass that is destined to forever face one direction. His face was tense, lips pursed into a thin line, and his eyes..were empty.

"..Did you really have to be that honest?"

Raloris kept his mouth shut, closing his eyes and letting a sigh out. He opened them once again, choosing to look anywhere but at Celtic who was staring straight at him. After a moment of suffocating silence, Raloris picks up on the footsteps trailing off and the loud thud of the door being slammed shut. He finally picked up the courage to look up, realising that he's now standing alone in his room.

A haunting realisation daunted upon him as the entire situation replayed in his head at 2x speed. "Shit.." He muttered, hands coming up into his hair, clawing and grabbing at the strands as more curses string out of his lips. Why did he say that! Why did his emotions have to get the better of him at this moment?? Why did Celtic have to come when his emotions were..

Raloris let out a quivering breath, staring at the wooden floor, watching the droplets of tears hit the ground and form dark stains.

He needed rest.

Song on loop while writing this: Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives

#FFO #ForMoots #MootsOCs #Raloris #AesopeOCs #Celtic #rpg ocs #RPG!OCs #Rpg #rpg!au #Raloris x Celtic

[wyverncult]

THE FOOL!

#final fantasy #final fantasy origin #stranger of paradise #ffsop #ffo #astos #astos final fantasy #my art #hi . i liked the elf #one day i'll draw his bug eyes..... one day #originally it said Lets take ibuprofen together btw

[formulas-fatal-to-your-mom]

#Witch Vomit #Funeral Sanctum #death metal #ffo #incantation #undergang #autopsy #bolt thrower #entombed #dismember #Bandcamp

[serenedash]

me and @katkeyboardmastah went a little insane and made a SoP playlist and it's mostly jack/astos angst but yeah <3 I'll provide some English translations and stuff below,

Feel free to give me suggestions of what to add 👊

January 1st is absolutely a Sarah song and then everything after that is jackstos lmfao, and honestly Machine is such a Jack song fr, anyway thanks to Kat for providing the translation of these <3

Pratim Te (I'm Following You) translation:

Drop a glance across your shoulder when you leave, when you walk over me like on some dry leaves, even if you hit me in my chests with your elbow, even if you your touch is crude it still suits me. Drop a smile below your eyelashes at least so that I could stay for a while in your thoughts, like in a slow-down movie stumble, over my legs, reach for my hand. I'm following you, step by step. I kiss every footstep of yours. I feel every tear, every breath. I'm here to bring you back the hope, if you fall down to catch you. I'm following you and when I don't see you, I know you by your steps, I feel every tremble of your body, I'm here to bring you back the hope, if you fall down to catch you When I grip under your umbrella, I'm happy even if I'm half wet, even if you hit me in my chest with your elbow, even if your touch is crude it still suits me Strike the blood into the head and refresh it like an electricity heal this body for a moment at least.

Nikome Ni Reč (Not a Word to Anybody) translation:

As much as I want you, I don't have you and every step with her brings me back to you Not a word to anyone when I sink into the pain that I loved you, and I haven't been yours, and what is left from this love when we didn't experience the best thing, Not a word to anyone when I sink into the pain that I loved you, and I haven't been yours to handle this dark, to survive this night, the dawn wouldn't come, wouldn't come without you, Not a word to anyone, when you know I wasn't strong just wish me goodnight for the end. Thank you for existing and for being my life.

#shows up a year late to this fandom. hi #pspspspsps sop fans I prommy I'll post sop content #idk how much but I will #stranger of paradise #ffo #sop #final fantasy origin #jack garland #princess sarah #stranger of paradise final fantasy origin #ff #final fantasy #astos #jackstos #playlist

[circleofbirds]

I know they wait for me Oozing into my lucid dreams

And paralyze what’s left of me Never grant me any peace This odd and secret world Has known me since my youth

It welcomes me, to torment me And set me free at dawn

Because it knows that I’ll return And if I won’t it means I’m there Already

#now listening: metal #now playing #now listening #predatory void #black metal #death metal #sludge metal #black/death/sludge metal #Bandcamp #music #ffo #oathbreaker #amenra

[crossstitchadventures]

I'm taking a slight break before I jump into my next big cross stitch project to work on some other, smaller things I've been putting off for the last 6 months. Such as finally turning this bunny stitch into a tiny pillow! I cut up one of my husband's old dress shirts (that he wore out in several places and was unsalvageable for wear, believe me, I tried) to use for the backing fabric.

It now lives on my desk snuggled up against the pc monitor. <3

#cross stitch #ffo #pillow #sewing #bunny #cute #decorative pillows

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

SEPARATION

by Ffo

#fhtagn #tentacles #ffo #concept art #creature #horror #monster #collage #macabre #surreal #ffoart #sisters #conjoined twins #roots #dissection #fhtagnnn #flowers

[thackeroy]

I decided to turn this little dino I stitched for Pride this year into a little zipper pouch, currently I have a small hand sewing project stored inside of it.

#project || gay dino #craftblr #crafter #crafting #queer crafts #trans crafter #crafts #needlework #my content #cross stitch #cross stitcher #dino #dinosaur #ffo #fully finished object

[lolasweetsurrender]

FFO ART

#FFO ART #FFO #anatomical

[ends-of-the-wayward-storm]

Spoilers (?)

for Stranger of Paradise/Final Fantasy Origin (and probably DFFOO)

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Was no one going to tell me his FR is a part of his second form (🥲) or was I supposed to find out the day he dropped?

#Stranger of Paradise #SOP #Final Fantasy Origin #FFO #Astos #Dissidia Opera Omnia #Opera Omnia #DFFOO #Storm yells about Opera Omnia. #Yeah they knew what they were doing here. #Pain. T-T

[thecolorblank]

Song Sparrow (The Bird Collection IV) | Heartstring Samplery

The Gentle Art Sampler Threads & Weeks Dye Works on Picture this Plus 32ct Vellum Linen (1 over 2) [colors under the cut]

Signed & Numbered 1" Bumpy Style Frame in Vintage Old Green, 6"x6"

The Gentle Art Sampler Threads: 540 Brandy, 7000 Harvest Basket, 7010 Ohio Lemon Pie, 7025 Shaker White, 7034 Gingersnap, 7041 Apple Cider, 7042 Raven, 7080 Endive, 7097 Pecan Pie Weeks Dye Works: 1239 Flatfish

#cross stitch #ffo #flora #fauna #heartstring samplery #the gentle art #weeks dye works