#floreo au

[sunnida-y]

Rewriting my first cotl fic: The Sacrificial Lamb

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“When they nod, it is for many reasons. It is because they remember the dying screams of their family and friends. They remember the feeling of an axe in their hand and warm blood seeping through their wool. They remember scrutinizing stares, full of hatred and sickening amusement. And because the lamb has long since learned to distinguish between a question and a demand disguised as such.“

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When the last lamb is met with Death, they expect torture for their failures. They expect to be ripped apart by a beast, to feel nothing but agony for the next century. What the lamb does not expect is a deal. absolvement, a second chance at life, and revenge. All in exchange for their everlasting loyalty, a cult in the name of their God, the death of four beasts.

When The Lamb opens their eyes to blood and a blue sky overhead, they know they have made the correct choice.

Basically an AU in which the lamb is a child (specifically around 14) it doesn’t deviate much from the original storyline of the game and is really character driven :>

[sunnida-y]

I’m being as self-indulgent as I want with Floreo and it’s amazing

part of me wants to make Narinder a sad single old man and another part of me wants to have him be in a perpetual state of crushing on someone but not knowing how to move forward due to never having to actually worry about wooing someone before (since he’d be able to just rely on his godly status in the past)

[sunnida-y]

The final chapter of my Leshycatpril fic is up :3 this weeks prompt: rain ( @aniflowers )

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

" Myosotis himself had mixed feelings. It’s not the worst, he supposes, being friends with Leshy. Sure the worm is a wild sleeper, and he’s a bit of a stalker, and he seems to enjoy popping out of the ground to scare him. But it’s better than before, better then the fighting, better then the fleeing and hiding. But still, it’s a bit unsettling to wake up to the god that inadvertently killed your family in your bed. "

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Myosotis hates the rain, meanwhile Leshy decides that the feline needs a break

This was such a fun challenge to participate in, I’m really glad I got the chance to :3

(Hopefully I’ll be back to updating the main story of Floreo soon but I’m mainly focusing on the witch au for now)

[sunnida-y]

Writing from Leshy’s pov is so fun because I don’t have to write any visual details but it also sucks because I have to make up for the lack of visual details in physical and auditory details

[sunnida-y]

Somehow I managed to finish that Leshycat fanfiction I started yesterday already, so here it is

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Myosotis looked towards the bishop once more, he looked like a feral animal, nothing like a god should. He’s dressed in long rags, caked with mud and blood that dripped down from a bandage wrapped around his eyes. At least his murals got his green shade and antlers correct. The sight was reminiscent from when Narinder first joined, another god defeated by their leaders blade. Another god reduced to a weak and pathetic bottom feeder. “I’ll do my best my leader,” He says with a smile.

[sunnida-y]

Chapter three of my Leshycatpril fic (Mouse’s ear) is up, this weeks prompts is: nightmares ( @aniflowers )

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Perhaps his body had gotten used to Leshy’s presence in his bed, maybe even missed it after he insisted on sleeping with him for a week. But that week was over, had been for three days. In those three days Myosotis hadn’t seen or heard a whisper of Leshy, so why in deaths name was he suddenly in his bed?"

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Myosotis has a nightmare about being sacrificed to the bishop of chaos, only to awaken to find said bishop in his bed for an unknown reason, arguing and perhaps a new stage to their strange relationship ensues

Fun fact: mouse’s ear, scorpions grass, and myosotis, are all different ways you can refer to forget me nots :3

[sunnida-y]

Chapter two of my Leshycatpril fic is up :3 this weeks prompt is: sickness ( @aniflowers )

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

" Without a word, Leshy bent down, plucking a handful of the flowers from the ground.

“Hey wait-” Were the few words Myosotis was able to get out before Leshy shoved the flowers, presumably roots and all, into his open mouth. The cat gagged, but Leshy did not let up, using his other hand to hold the back of the cats head.

“Its medicine, eat it and you’ll feel better,” Leshy told him, flashing a smile at him. Neither his words nor his award winning smile seemed to calm Myosotis down as his hands reached up to claw at Leshy’s arm. "

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Leshy discovers his favorite new follower has fallen ill and tries his best to help, it does not go as planned

Tbh most of this chapter is just crack, but hey it was fun to write (also fun fact: I first started writing this chapter from Myosotis’s pov but couldn’t figure out how to write the beginning so scrapped it)

[sunnida-y]

Chapter 2 of “The Sacrificial Lamb”: Bellwether

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64731856/chapters/166468609

Entering the lands of the Bishop Leshy, those who do not follow the ways of the old faith will be destroyed

"It hits them very suddenly. What’s their name? They are The Lamb, it was the title they’d adopted when they’d met Haarjul. When he’d asked who they were and they thought that’d summed up their existence. They are The Lamb, the last lamb, the chosen lamb, the vessel. But that is not their name. It is a title as much as Leader is. What is their name?"