efi i'm in literal tears reading your message right now SOBSSSSSSS it's safe to say that i miss you a lot okies <33 you deserve the world and more, you're so so sweet and i do believe you'll make it vry far 🥺 LOVE YOU TONSSS !! i'll be rereading everything you wrote on my tree :3
i miss you too milss. awww you're sweet too and I love you too. feel free to reread everything cuz I spent quite a long time writing that. I hope it can bring you comfort and joy. 🫶
EFIFIIIIIIIIIIIII !!! i know you probably won't be online for a long long time but when you receive this ask, i hope it finds you well ^^ YOU'LL ACE THESE FINALS TRUST I BELIEVE YOU GOT THIS !!! i'll be here bombing your inbox when you're back <3
MILSS HELOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I LEGIT CAUGHT A FEVER AFTER I FINISHED MY FINALS. hopefully I'll ace this exam cuz it's really important. of courseee you're invited to bomb my inbox anytime :)
a/n : this is supposed to be for October but I'm so busy that I can't write. Also that phainon fic that's supposed to be released on Halloween may have to wait until next year.
college au ig. WC 0.6k. horror. kinda ooc. the entire chrysos heir gonna make an appearance. trust.
spoiler it's just me wanting to write a horror story.
fun fact : I may or may not ditch this here and disappear for like 2 months. lol.
The flames crackle as you and your friends form a circle around the source of warmth. It all started as a whimsical suggestion from you to go camping on Halloween night. Who would have thought that the bridge connecting the main campsite and the forest would snap, leaving all of you stranded in a scary and eerie forest.
The atmosphere's thick silence is soon broken by a lively chatter of your white haired friend.
"Come on guys it's not that bad. At least we still have our equipment, and surely the authorities are going to notice sooner or later." Phainon says, trying to lighten the mood.
"Little white is right. We should stay positive and hope for the best." Tribbie adds, sharing the same intention as Phainon
"Let's toast some marshmallows instead. Cassy, can you pass that pack?" Tribbie said, pointing at the bag of marshmallows, lying near Castorice
Castorice stood up and handed it to her. "Here you go professor Tribbie."
"Thank you Cassy. Want to help me toast them?" Tribbie asked, patting the space beside her, inviting Castorice to sit.
"This is ridiculous. I shouldn't have agreed to this silly camping thing. Look at where we are now." The green haired man complains.
"Naxy, don't be like that. It's a great opportunity to spend time with everyone. And it's not silly, it's fun." The short professor chirps in response.
"Professor Tribbie is right. We should stay calm until help arrives. Until then, how about we share stories by the campfire. Nothing could go wrong with a classic camping activity." You chime in, hoping to ease their worries.
"Anyone wanna go first? If not, I'll start first." You say, standing up to better narrate your story.
You start your story...
"Once, there was a group of friends who stumbled upon a carnival while exploring an abandoned town. Unlike the silent and foggy streets they had to pass, this carnival was lively and bustling with people. A thin mist still lingers, but it's not as heavy as the fog before. They continued deeper into the carnival until they saw a golden carousel that's so lavishly decorated that it gleamed under the moonlight."
"The group, blinded by greed slowly inched closer to the carousel. One of them reached out and touched the horse that is adorned with gold and gems. Grinning, he exclaimed that he's going to be rich, while turning his head to face the group. But their expression was different from how he'd expect them to be. Shock and fear written across their faces as the golden carousel began to decay before their eyes, its brilliant shine fading into rust and rot. The once bustling crowd vanished. Silence fell, followed by the shrill cry of horses piercing the air."
"He turned back just in time to see the horse that he had touched is now a twisted mess of rusted metal, its eyes hollow. Before he could react, its jaws chomped down on his arm. The others screamed, but their fate was already sealed. One by one, the horses came alive, their iron grips giving no room to escape."
"The carousel started slowly, then accelerated faster and faster until it whirls in a dizzying blur. Without warning, the platform beneath them began to crack. The metal floor, once covered with red goop, collapses into a gaping and bottomless void. One by one, the carousel horses descend, dragging the groups with them."
"The group screamed but the sound was swallowed by the screech of the rusted gears. The carousel kept turning. Uncaring, as it pulled them into the darkness below."
"well, maybe starting this campfire story with a horror story is a bit too much."
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YEAY surprise2 there's also a phainon one xoxo (and it's in the form of a letter)
tw : might contain spoilers from 3.5/3.6 version.
A verse lost to time, whispered again for @stellarchives 's sweet taste of reverie event — a cone of chocolate with biscoff.
Always missing you
To my dear Phainon,
how are you? I hope this letter finds you, wherever you are.
It's been a long time since you disappeared. I remember when I first found out you were gone. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find you.
Until I realised there were no traces of you, as if you had never existed in the first place. I refused to accept it. I searched for you far and wide, asking the other heirs if they remembered you—remembered the deliverer, remembered... Phainon. But your name appears to be unfamiliar to them. The only deliverer they remember is the trailblazer.
I never want to accept this change. But what can I do? You're gone now, and I can't even find you. So, once again I repeat this cycle—but this time, without you.
I've learned to come to term with the fact that you're gone. But here I am, writing this letter for you. Maybe a part of me still believes that you exist somewhere.
And if you're wondering, the other heirs are doing fine.
In fact, They seem happier now. The black tides are becoming less frequent. The lives lost to them are fewer than any previous cycle.
Though, I do have one regret. A wish I desperately hoped would come true. My wish is that...
you're still here with me. please, I'm not asking for much. Please be safe and please... come back.
Who would have thought that the shades of time, Istaroth herself would grow fond of someone? A normal human being, at that.
One could only wonder, what she saw in you that earned her interest. nor did one could answer how you gained her attention. After all, how could a mortal hope to comprehend the thoughts of the divine.
Though the reason may remain unknown, the affection she shows is certainly genuine.
You may question her reasons for the affection, but her answer always remains the same. Words like: "Though fleeting, Time too longs for the warmth of love." or "Loving someone doesn't need a reason, does it?" becoming the answer to your questions.
You were living proof that Time herself could give and receive love. But through time, you would wither. Though Istaroth could bend time, she could not rewrite your fate. For even Time cannot defy the laws set by the heavenly principles.
Powerless before your weakening body, her strength feels insignificant. Though she possesses the power to return you to your youth, she is too weak to defy the heavenly principles—too weak to protect the ones she loves.
Your final resting place, now lush with trees that have grown over time. Istaroth still visits now and then, to reminisce about you.
YEAY surprise2 there's also a phainon one xoxo (and it's in the form of a letter)
tw : might contain spoilers from 3.5/3.6 version.
A verse lost to time, whispered again for @stellarchives 's sweet taste of reverie event — a cone of chocolate with biscoff.
Always missing you
To my dear Phainon,
how are you? I hope this letter finds you, wherever you are.
It's been a long time since you disappeared. I remember when I first found out you were gone. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find you.
Until I realised there were no traces of you, as if you had never existed in the first place. I refused to accept it. I searched for you far and wide, asking the other heirs if they remembered you—remembered the deliverer, remembered... Phainon. But your name appears to be unfamiliar to them. The only deliverer they remember is the trailblazer.
I never want to accept this change. But what can I do? You're gone now, and I can't even find you. So, once again I repeat this cycle—but this time, without you.
I've learned to come to term with the fact that you're gone. But here I am, writing this letter for you. Maybe a part of me still believes that you exist somewhere.
And if you're wondering, the other heirs are doing fine.
In fact, They seem happier now. The black tides are becoming less frequent. The lives lost to them are fewer than any previous cycle.
Though, I do have one regret. A wish I desperately hoped would come true. My wish is that...
you're still here with me. please, I'm not asking for much. Please be safe and please... come back.
'chocolate hot fudge with cherries for customer anaxa'
a/n : I think and then I don't. wait nvm idk.
synopsis : yearning w unrequited feeling
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Anaxa would never admit that you were important to him. yet, contrary to his words, he often found himself looking for you whenever he went somewhere you often visited.
whenever he saw you, his lips would curve into a faint smile, just at the sight of you. maybe you could say that he smiled at you the same way he would at a dromas – or maybe a little more fondness. but who knows.
his eyes would linger on you when you weren't looking, but he was quick to look away so you wouldn't notice. if you do catch him staring, Anaxa would casually shifts his gaze to something near you, so it seems like he's glancing elsewhere.
then one day, he saw you with someone – someone who completely captured your gaze, someone you looked at with affection, someone he wished he could be. Seeing that fondness in your eyes directed at them made him delirious.
how he wished you'd look at him with the same fondness and affection in your eyes. he'd trade the world for your love, or maybe even his remaining eye, just for you.
envious as he may be, your happiness always means more to him. even at the cost of his own dreams and joy. just watching you from the sidelines is enough for him.
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