#planty soul

[cherrythepuppet]

Our Last Lullaby

The Nowhere Queen crawled a bit closer to the fallen General as Poppy carefully climbed down the mountain and into the ravine

The Nowhere Queen turned her skull to look at Poppy while she raised the artifact towards the Nowhere Queen and the General "Let me see you as you once were" Poppy whispered

"One last time..." She added before a blue flash came and then goes, Instead of either the Nowhere Queen or the General now there was a short puppet girl

She had strawberry blonde hair that was cut short and slightly in a messey ponytail bun just on the back of her head

She had pale skin with a round orange nose along with small orange heart shaped freckles under her eyes

She wore a light brown shirt with dark brown plaid stripes, Her sleeves were rolled up and on her neck was a red ascot

She had long darker brown pants with a brown orange patched sewn on, and lately she had orange boots with yellow on it

"What a pity to behold... Rest now tormented soul, Don't you know I would have loved you the way you were?"

"Whole... So, Hush now. Time to move on evermore and open your very last door" "I'll be here to help turn the key" "You'll be here to help turn the key"

"When you leave I will at last have peace" "i will at last have peace" "And our world will finally be free" "My love, you'll finally be free" "Quiet! I am now ready to silence!"

"All of this posing you've fed me! Thinking I'd never grow wise... You will die... And so will all your lies... when I see the light leaving your eyes..."

The puppet girl, Penny, smiled at Poppy "I will always love you" she told Poppy "Goodbye Peachpie" Poppy mumbled Poppy raised the artifact that everything went dark for Penny...

THIS TOOK FOREVER! I GAVE UP ON PENNY BECAUS EPOPPY TOOK SO LONG HAHA! I watched Centaurworld the other day and cannot stop thinking about it

Like it's so good wtf and then me and Planty were talking about it and I've been working on this for 2 days

#welcome home #welcome home oc #penny peaches #digital art #poppy partridge #Penny peaches x Poppy partridge #centaurworld #I'm crying wtf #angst

[boxwinebaddie]

It’s me, wanted to share, whomst is surprised absolutely no one

I just wanted to say that I am currently wearing a “Peace, Love, Pine Trees” shirt and it occurred to me that ninaverse Stan would absolutely wear some shit like that

The way you write Stan (both those boys tbh) owns my soul btw

bonjoooour mon ange <33,

and would you look at that? looks like it's actually your turn in The Share Chair ( haha remember that flashback ) so you can share absolutely anything you want!

also i know i am late but i think it's hilarious that you were wearing your crunchy girl peace, love, pine trees shirt, riles, because when i was reading this message i was in my 'i shaved my balls for this?' teeshirt and also drinking a premixed mai tai cocktail in a can...so we were giving #stenny and i love that for us, haha. ( rina nation! )

but no 100% one of the funniest thing about ncu stans to me is that he is either wearing like ripped up black band teeshirts or he is wearing a spar voluntee-shirt ( i hc'ed that spar = south park animal rescue where stan helps out ), one of those vintage d.a.r.e teeshirts ironically, ( i think stans twitter bio is 'vodka is vegan' )

i think kennys running joke is buying stan really funny vegan/veg joke teeshirts that say SUUUUPER cringey, embarrassing and usually raunchy shit like 'i want (to F U ) tonight ;)' or like 'i eat gr(ASS)' the hail seitan one omg heeeelpppp skdhsldh

( sometimes when he is feeling zesty -- and he is always feeling zesty after two or three shots -- he'll wear one out and also sometimes he does roll the sleeves up and when he opens kyles cider with his lighter and winks at him in the edgy veg boy shirt w/ his hair all messy it does make him cry and throw up sdhlksahdds...smh...jail )

also x2 dont trust me by 3OH!3 is on the epic cfpom throwback playlist in the kyle pile one the way to the kickback and the volume comes all the way up and everyone looks at stan for tell ur boyfriend if he says got beef that im a vegetarian and i aint FKN scared of him!!!

but yes everything about stan being a crunchy emo king is my fave.

ALSO X3 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! i am really glad you like them!!! i was so nervous about how i was writing them for so long and i realize not everyone is going to have the same take as me!!! but i got really comfy with my characterizations so yeah all my stans are dramatic lil crybaby bisexual emo planty kings wearing too much silver jewelry who have been through hell and all my kyles are gay type-a neurotic dark academia ethereal elf princes who are secretly sensitive and cry watching pride and prejudice everytime and hold their own hands.

my sons! my angels! my babies! style world domination! <3

-uncle nina, in her kenny era

#i am like actually in my kenny era #now that they made panderverse kenny asian help #like shes gonna be me i can just tell i am entering my chaotic antics uncle nina era bottoms up ( kyle not talking abt u ashdskh ) #ryle...rights...styley rights? ( trying to fit ur name into style haha ) #i am living for ur crunchy gal shirts and no literally #stan do be wearing the most punkrock boy garb #and the most planty boy garb ever #sometimes its both and thats when people start dropping dead #and that is why ravenstan stays winning #i am praying for kyle any time stan rolls up his sleeves tho #that is such a personal attack like dont ask kyle any questions when thats happening he is gone #that part of the kyle trials when stan figured out kyle was staring at his arms and just wore sleeveless shirts in the middle of winter #just to fluster him....diabolical...one of these days as a bonus im writing kyles reactions to that chapter smh #also yes the kyle trials are just every day once they start dating ur all so welcome for that help #also i think the exception to the stan dress code is #pep stan wears a lot more midwest emo indie boy stuff #and rm stan do be unfortunately in the nerdy gamer boy anime boy teeshirts #im embarrassed fml

[careful-pyromancer]

theo when almost possesed: ough i got planty o time

CW: mentions of child birth and child birth complications, one mention of infant death, possession. Please be safe and take care of yourself!

(also please consider reblogging with, it helps with my motivation and I love hearing what you thought!)

    The world faded to the warmth of Taliesin, the click of his boots on the marbled floor, and the smell of spring that emanated from him. She didn’t mind this, since he felt like a sun-warmed afghan.

    Nausea still crashed against her skull like waves threatening to take down a lighthouse. Dark waters crept up from every angle. No light could penetrate, even if the sun was out. Theo imagined dusky clouds obscuring the sky, only thunder and lightning being able to break through the barrier.

    The cracking of thunder sounded a lot like Taliesin’s boots against the rotten wooden floor of the basement. No more warmth. Now she lay on a cool stone slab.

    It’s almost done. Her rotted voice spoke in a sing-song tone

    Good luck trying to break me. I’m one stubborn bitch.

    Once your body is gone, your mind will follow.

(rest of snippet below)

“She’s gonna be a mega-bitch, just so you know,” Theo stated before her eyes rolled back in her head.

    Only leaving the silver sclera behind.

'When isn't she?' Taliesin wondered silently.

    He drew out a rosary made from deer antlers and other dead creatures that die in forests. He always despised the moment when both soul and demon wrestled for control.  Theo's mother had told scraps of the gruesome tale of her labor. How the midwives found her. The connection between babe and mother had strangled the princess, leaving her a stillborn. 

Taliesin still didn't know all the details, and not for a lack of trying.

    Well, he knew one thing: Theo was here, and she had a demon plaguing her.

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#short story tag #oc tag: taliesin #oc tag: theo #writeblr #fantasy writing #queer authors

[rlainarin]

Tagged by my Planty friend @wild-houseplant to find some words in my current WIPs

Not tagging anyone today because I am suffering for lack of headphones

Wrap

It took too much effort to think, to remember, when there was Cyara’s face to study in front of him and his knees were trembling and failing and “Kiss me,” said Cyara. Alistair babbled incoherently, and Cyara’s arms crept around his neck. He fumbled his way around Cyara’s lips, as if he’d never felt their warmth before, as if Cyara had never clung this tightly to drag Alistair low enough to reach. They were in the center of the Hanged Man, and a few people whistled or clapped in their drunken stupor. Cyara squeaked, wrapping their arms tighter around Alistair’s neck, and he found himself wrapping one around their waist.

Consider

Arinda leaned back into the tub, hoping another glass of wine could relax her mind the way hot water relaxed her muscles. Once, she dully knew, once she’d considered it nothing to be called a beauty. It was nothing but a tool, part and parcel of being the Lady Aeducan. Now… uncharacteristic bashfulness knotted itself up in her throat. It wasn’t a hardened thought, a conviction that her warlike soul had no place being mere beauty. That had never been Arinda. She was an artist of the blade, ever the same whether she wore armor or jewels. A deliberate image, unity of the diplomat and the general. It was a weak, weak thought, unworthy of a princess. It was laughable that white-hot rage would grace her teeth and tongue as she thought only of a blacksmith in Denerim, a common woman unworthy of the jealousy of a princess. It was cruel and uncouth of her, without grace of position. Such jealousy was suited only for children.

Scream

“You… you said you had dreams.” Cyara choked back a sob. Alistair forced his breathing to steady. “Yes?” “What were they?” Of course. Of course they’d ask. Alistair swallowed, keeping his throat from letting out only a scream. “Just…” Oh, fuck it, let his voice break. Let the tears blind him and fill his nose and raw throat. “Stupid things, like going back to your clan to get married, and… and that they’d see you? The way I see you, not just as the ghost of your father, and I wouldn’t have to be Maric’s son anymore, and we could just…” The kiss Cyara pressed to his lips was disgustingly wet with tears, and Alistair could hardly bear how beautiful it was.

#wow nobody is having a good time in these excerpts!

[titsandtots]

#locs #natural locs #natural dreads #locstyles #dreads #dreadies #hippy #locsoflove #faux locs #hair #dread central #dreadlife #dreadlove #freeform #freeform locs #free form dreads #beautiful girls #planty soul #plant based

[radiantblur]

beach days and coffee shop evenings

#my photo #mine #personal #rb #planty soul #sleepygogh #sunbvrnt #heyzooiboo #hey girlfig #heyfig #hey fig #heylexi #van gogh sters #goghleaf #goghflora #goghspal #hey goghes #plantski #chandelier #coffee shop #coffee

[plaht]

I am. A reflection of you.

#plaht #plantiful soul

[mollyroseman]

#beach #sunset #claire michelle #plantiful soul #sand #girl

[quilloftheclouds]

💐 :D

[Ask game in question]

Aw, yes! I love this one. Thank you! ^^

💐 What flowers would be used in a flower crown for your oc? Why those choices?

Let’s see who we got today… the dice say Phoenix. Oh!

Gas plant (THESE THINGS. ARE THE COOLEST)

Red rose

Sunflower

Again, my floral arrangement skills are not the best, because I’m a flower language nerd. I think these really could look nice if done properly though? Miniature sunflowers, of course.

#ask #ask game #planty oc ask game #planty ask game #ask reply #flower crowns #flowers #flower language #my ocs #oss #one siren's soul #phoenix #OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY #GO CHECK OUT THE GAS PLANT THEY'RE PRETTY BUT ALSO SO NEAT #of course that could just be my pyromania speaking #i mean what? #mvcreates

[nahotinky]

“fall in love with uncertainty. learn how to walk the thin line between blind carelessness and faith. if you are able to trust and let go, anything can happen.”

#letting go #claire michelle #plantiful soul #quote #spontaneity #intuition #energy #universe

[soulesplinters]

fun (future) soule fact of the day:

soule's true form doesn't become "planty" until late post (no leaves on horn, form overall is more sluggish, etc) as a result of them rejecting their identity (rather than leaves on their horns, there are burnt marks instead)

by the time late post comes around, his form finally begins to bloom and become more magical (leaves/flowers growing on horns, lil motes of wisp surrounding their form, forest spirit vibes)

the flowers that grow on soule's horns are also seasonal :]

#tfj soule fact #((thanku again sap for discussing these amazing ideas a while back!!!))

[theocseason4]

That plantiful soul girl from the Cody Ko “That’s cringe: You.” video is friends with that breath coach Bryant from The Circle Season 2

i love that

[kozzax]

one(1) mad scientist for the soul

i’d like to note here that my personal interpretation of creepers takes inspiration from like... raptors. dinosaurs and shit. scaley beings. i’m aware in the canon of minecraft they’re planty but i just. i really like dinosaurs so i’ve decided to disregard canon in favor of my personal interpretation. this extends to creeper skins.

fun fact where my previous two hermitcraft doodles had like.. one page of design notes each? doc took three pages of exclusively doc design notes and then about a page and a half of creeper design notes on top of that. getting his look just right is Hard. 

#docm77 #docm77 fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #other notes on his design: he actually has like... goat legs #and then fur going from the base of his neck to about halfway down his tail #i'll probably do a fullbody drawing of him sometime soon because i really like his look

[axolot-of-ideas]

I got minecraft deity brainrot-

its mostly designed based-

but anyways

End is most a lot on the Mumza designs i see a lot. So long black dresses and veil covering their face. Probably a cross halo kind of thing reminiscent of the end crystals.

Purple eyes, endstone bits of skin some places too, and maybe even dragon wings? im still iffy on that.

Overworld is basic player kinda- since the players were made by them. they’re where herobrine came from though. so white eyes.

Now Nether on the other hand- I have lots of ideas-

Nether used to look like the old nether. Red skin that looks like netherrack. Blaze rods around them, ghast eyes. Whole thing.

but after End’s disappearance.

It completely shifts. Face becomes more reminiscent of a ghast completely. With tear tracks and everything.

Their fingertips go black, like the spikes of the basalt delta. Mushrooms pop up on their arms blue like the warped forests on their forearms, and red like the crimson forests.

Soul bits start flowing off of them and chunks of bones is visible. Surrounded by soul sand skin like the fossils in the valley.

and in their normal netherrack skin bits of gold pop up-

and just- Nether update my beloved? also Nether deity just getting more planty-

#minesona lore #this has been in my head forever

[lucyskywalker]

Daenerys always had two soulmarks. Neither of them was her sun and stars. This was a fact that always made her sad. How could Drogo, the love of her life, the one who gave her love and a child - dead in childbirth - not be her soulmate?

She wished for the Gods, the old and the new, to change the mark on her shoulder blade to a stallion running on a field of stars.

But it didn't change. Remained the same. Two wolves near one another, one grey as a storm sky and the other as white as snow, the female being with the head under the male's throat, both of them howling to the sky, where a red black dragon was with its open wings, as it was about wrap them into its warmth and protection.

Dany always knew she was the dragon, but she had no idea who could be the the wolves.

When she met Daario, she tought about the mark, but the charming men was one of the few people, cursed by the Gods to not have a soulmate.

Of course, Dany knew, that even tho soulmarks were sacred, most part of royalty and member of great houses, usually don't end up with the ones their souls belongs to. It didn't stop making her sad, because maybe, just maybe she would never live enough to meet them.

Where they live? Westeros? Essos? The Summer Slands? In wich part? This world is so big. How could I ever find them? When would I have time? I'm a queen. My people comes in first place.

When she heard the wolf howling at the distance, she could feel that a part of her was gone, angst filled her soul and members to the point wasn't easy to breath, she just didn't know why.

What happend?

~*~*~

Jon always manteined a secret close to his heart. Something, he didn't tell to anyone, neither Robb, much less to his father. The only one who knew was Arya, his little sister. His heart.

Usually, the soulmate's mark appear when someone turns ten and two. For a bastard to end up having such a sacred bond, Lady Catelyn would take it as blasphemy.

Of couse, Jon always believed would be someone else and not Arya, his little sister, his half-siter, the one who always makes him laugh. She was a child, much younger to be half of his soul. Maybe would be a Karstark? Distance cousins of the starks. Maybe a bastard serving and devoting his or her life to House Stark. There were innumerous possibilities. (He was curious about the dragon, but after knowing that could represent a Targaryen or a Blackfyre, Jon's wish to remain it secret became even more serious).

But everything changed when he saw Ghost, and then Nymeria, he knew, he just knew, it was her. It was Arya. The one who was as wilfull and wild as her wolf.

It was the only single thing, he kept secret from Arya. She would know someday, after seeing his mark, but Jon was selfish enough to want to tell her goodbye, and not having her last memory being with tears rolling down her cheeks, but of a bright smile on her face.

He couldn't protect her. He couldn't and must not have her. One day she would hate him. One day Arya would be disgusted to share the soulmark with her bastard brother. But one day wasn't the the present, and in the present he would welcome the happiness.

He was truly cursed, as all the bastards should be. He was dirty. Having a sister as a soulmate. Disgusting. He deserved the Wall and all the stones in his path.

It didn't change that he always belonged to her. All his heart and soul since Arya said "I love you, Jon" for the first time. At time, he didn't expect that would turn to be much stronger than it should be.

When he heard about Ned's death, Jon felt his heart stop. The soulmark was still there. Arya was still alive.

Alive. Alive. Alive. Breathing. Warm body. Her laugh still existed. He could still hear it.

The relieve barely existed, because after this all the scenarios was running down his head. Was she beaten up? Starving? Haressad? Lost a member? Prisioner? Raped?

He had nightmares about every single thing about what could be happening with her. The only scape was the worrying, terrifying scenario with the Others, and of course, the wildlings.

And then he met Ygritte. Someone with red eyes, but a fierce and stuborn spirit. Something that reminded him of a little girl with the eyes of a wolf and a passion for swords and flowers.

Was not a secret that there were plantiful cases where someone ends up with someone who isn't your soulmate.

There were rumours Lady Catelyn wasn't Eddard's soulmate. Rumours that Lady Catelyn and Lord Stark smashed down easily.

Maybe he could have loved her if he hasn't taken the black.

"Would you bed your sister?"

He didn't answer. Would he ever? When Arya be older enough, would he desire her as a man should desire a woman?

Arya is your soulmate. His heart whispered. Shut up. Commanded his mind.

He didn't answer Ygritte. He didn't know the answer.

Ygritte died. Jon didn't love her, no, but he cared about her. She was important, and her loss was a sad event.

"I'm sorry."

Life goes on. The War with the Others approaching in the horizon, the free folk. So just everything collapsed upside down with a tiny letter.

"I want my bride back" was written, creating a rage storm inside his soul.

I want my bride back, I want my bride back, I want my bride back.

Ramsay would pay with blood for the day he laied his hands on her naked skin.

"Your sister is not lost to you, Lord Snow."

What do you know of my heart, priestess? He wanted to ask. What do you know of my sister?

And then, he died. He betrayed the Night's Watch and he died. He died thinking about her. About the last memory he had with Arya. Stick them with the pointy end. He would never see her face again.

It was one of a lot of regrets.

~*~*~

Arya Stark was not romantic. She was too young, she just wanted to play with her friends in Winterfell, and be with her siblings. Happily ever after.

The first time she heard of soulmate, was her sister saying that hers would belong to a shining knight prince like the songs and they would marry and have beautiful babies together.

Arya said it was stupid. How could you love someone without knowing them? Sansa replied telling that Horseface probably wouldn't have a soulmate in first, and if it had, would be someone as ugly as her.

Arya cried that day, and vengefully put Sansa's new dress in the stables.

Her mother was so furious. Sansa started crying saying how unfair Arya was behaeving. Of course, Arya felt sad, and tried to apologize.

It didn't work. It never did.

Maybe Sansa was right. Maybe she wouldn't have one. It was not like Arya wanted one in first place. She told herself.

Of course, Arya felt surprise to know that Jon also had a soulmark after she told him what happend. "It is a secret", he said, "just between you and I. No one can know about it. Promise me?"

"Neither dad?"

"Neither dad."

"I promise by the old gods and the new." She repeated what her father always said be the most serious and ubreakable oath a man can do.

And then she asked to see. Was beautiful, located in his chest, right on the heart. Arya loved the wolves together, and the dragon, something like coming from the battle songs she liked to hear.

Then she remembered what it meant. Someday Jon would let her go for someone else. She would be truly lonely.

And she hated his mark that day. She didn't tell him that she disliked the soulmark. Was special, a gift from the gods, by what she heard. And Jon deserved happiness after all the cruel things she heard her mother saying about him and to him.

So just, selfshly, she asked him to never leave her, to take her with him when he finds out who it is. Jon laughed, and hugged her tightly, but didn't answer.

Arya Stark was seven at the time.

Lya Snow was a mermaid about to turn ten and two. One of a few who served and helped the Merling Queen in Braavos.

She would dance, and play the musical instruments, since she was not good at singing. Learning how to read a man, and his intentions. How to seduce and manipulate someone with a charming smile on her face and false promises of a good night. Of course, was just a training move. She wasn't attractive for men with her younger tiny body, but one day, when she gets older, those lessons would be truly important and one more weapon to use, just like she have seen The Merling Queen use it so many times.

Lya wasn't found of dresses, but the ones she had used, after finally being used to the silk, was refreshing and didn't restrained her body.

This is why she was dancing with the other mermaids near the moon pool. Giggleling while jumping and spinning gracefully. The day was coming to an end, the sky painted in different tones of yellow and orange when she heard the saillors talking about Westeros.

Something about the Black Bastard on the Wall. About treason and a lady being kidnapped.

Lya was about to get closer, to hear what happend, but then one of the mermaids held her hand.

"It is getting late, Lya. We should go before the Bravos start dancing."

Arya wanted to say no. She wanted to know about the wall. About Jon.

Lya just followed the other girl back.

She had a target to kill.

The next day, there were whispers about the body hanged in front of the sealord palace. The collar around the dead man's neck saying that it was a slaver trader.

Braavosi despise slavery.

Nobody cared.

Lya was taking a shower for the next day, when one of the girls take a deep surprised breath.

"R'hllor, Lya! Your soulmark is beautiful!"

Lya's world stoped. A girl shouldn't have soulmarks.

All the followers of Him of Many Faces should be devoted only to Him.

A girl couldn't have a soulmark.

Lya was half naked, running to the mirror in the bath room, and there was it.

Similar of one she had seen a long time ago, on the chest of a loved brother, but different.

A soulmark.

A girl have a soulmate.

Lya have a soulmate.

Arya Stark have a soulmate.

The girls were speaking excited around her, wanting to see closer. Arya just could look at her skin, near the belly bottom.

The white wolf's furr seemed to be flames, with little delicates details in blue, and there were wings on its back, barely open, close to the body. And its eyes... Its eyes were open while howling, the color of blood. Ruby red.

Continue?

#arya stark #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #jon x arya x dany #jonerya #a song of ice and fire #soulmark au #jon snow #i wish i could write dany more #but i really don't know how to keep her character not ooc #im gonna try better the next #asoiaf fanfic? #should i continue this?

[whitherliliesbloom]

all that is bright and beautiful

[ ffxivwrite2020 ] ★ [ my writings ]  ★ [ prompt #09 - lush ]

[ angsty alphinaud/wol ] ★ [ 944 words ]

solo wol verse, in an au where alphinaud dies after the events of stormblood and illya quits being the wol 

it’s a beautiful day, and yet you’re not here to see it

Spring was coming, a time where flowers and fruits alike thrived and grew to their fullest and most beautiful. She could still hear the chatter of the Gridanians in her ear, and the passing words of reverence to Nophica from the botanists as they prepared for yet another season of plantiful harvest.

As if in chorus, the birds of the forest sang in celebration, summoning the full might of the sun that shone high above horizon. It’s light was opulent, a gift to the trees and the grass that flourished without a single care around her.

The boughs were dancing, swaying to the tune of her barely beating heart.

And all Illya could wonder was when she’d come to resent the earth so much.

It was tradition by this point for her to turn to mother nature in her time of need. She had once thought herself to be a true devotee to the grace of the Elementals, a white mage and botanist both, someone who believed in the power of healing the earth could provide. 

And for a long, long time did she believe her faith to be impossible to waver. No matter how many times she’d have to soothe the wrath of the elementals, no matter how many storms she weathered through, there was always the sincere hope of a sunnier day ahead.

A trouble mind could be cleared by the gentle breeze, an aching heart could be soothed by the sound of the leaves and flowing rivers. And when all else failed, she would find herself laying under the protective canopy of the trees above her, watching and giving thanks to the world around her for giving her such beauty to comfort her.

And yet.. she’s found the magic of the earth to be waning, as does all hope of her own recovery.

She’s done nothing but lay down for the past several weeks, staring blankly up at the sky as time slipped her by unaware. No matter how many hours she’d spend outside, and no matter the number of flowers she’d picked and pressed up desperately to her nostrils, it does nothing to alleviate the pain. 

Who was it that truly died that day? 

If nothing else, it should have been her. She deserved it.. and perhaps even then, such a death would be too swift and merciful for one of her incompetence. The sounds of magitek echoes, the cries and screams repeatedly play in her head like a broken record. And at the center of it all, nothing but the image of his last moments filled her vision, through hazy lethargy and a cracked consciousness. 

Despite the warning of the scions, he’d charged forth.. rushed into a confrontation that everyone knew he was wholly unprepared for. And the Warrior of Light, for all the heroism and strength she had been known for, naively believed in him.. and in that naivety was powerless to stop his gruesome fate. 

She’d expanded all the mana she could muster upon his body, held him in her arms, as crimson red began to spill and stain her once pure white madical coat. She prayed with all her heart, pouring her magicks into the palms of her hands until her very soul almost tore apart from exertion, believed in the conviction and faith she held in the twelve even until the very end and beyond... even after his body turned cold.

She truly did believe. She truly held such blind, foolish faith that was paid for with the ultimate price.

On the day she’d watch the person she loved more than anything else in the world slip away forever, her heart and entire being died alongside with him on that very bloodied battleground, upon that same soil from whence cherry blossoms would take root and bloom. She wouldn’t be surprised, if ten summers from then, a great tree sprung forth after taking sustenance from his blood, like a cruel leech. 

His blood had been warm, as was the sun upon her skin now. If she focused well enough, she could hear his voice in the wind and in the chirps of the songbirds in the trees. Even the grass beneath her felt like needles, pinpricks that cut at her skin like razors. The colors of her surroundings which she once admired so begin to bleed together into murky hues, and the rays of light that had once been her salvation now blinded her and burned her skin. 

How could the day be so beautiful? How can nature continue to flourish? How could the world rejoice at its own abundance when it has lost all meaning?

Do they not know? Does nobody truly care?

Whilst she was all alone, stuck in the grey, cold confines of a past she will never move on from, the world will continue to spin around her, uncaring of all of her sorrows, pain and regrets. For once she’d wished for a cliche, for the darkening of clouds and the pouring of rain. She wanted to see the world torn asunder, for the trees to be ripped from the ground and for the flowers to whither and be reduced to ash. 

At the very least then, it wouldn’t feel as if the world was making a mockery out of her - laughing at her loss of purpose. 

The earth was but a mute spectator to misery, and Illya’s eyes darken in disillusion as she finally accepts her insignificance in the world - a world that wasn’t worth fighting for at the very end.

It was she who died that day, and she who would never live to see another beautiful sunrise. 

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2020 #illya skawi #alphinaud #we've come so far #sort of #kiwisffxivwrite2020 #prompt: lush means pretty trees and abundant nature #me: okay angst it is #i just like parallels and the idea of a beautiful day with a sorrowful plot is #:ok_hand: