#oc. asteria

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Azem is the sun—a lone traveler in the cosmos—while my wol is the solar eclipse. She is so similar to the woman she was once a part of, possessing of that same radiant edge, but missing the key center of her being, leading to her being only a hollow imitation of Azem.

Solar eclipses are also often viewed as harbingers of doom. Azem walks to wherever disaster has struck, but disaster naturally gathers and spawn around the wol. She doesn't create it, but like her better, former self, she wouldn't have it any other way.

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I'm still deeply unwell over my own girl...I never want to do anything other than taking pictures of her and her wife...

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I'm forever ill over the idea of my Azem having the gift of foresight. There is of course, the Final Days—being forced to see images of the people you love meeting bloody, brutal ends—but also. There is the wol.

The nightmarish visions of the future suddenly stop and are replaced of a young girl with your own face and voice—and there isn't even a peaceful, gentle moment where you are able to view this girl as a little sister or even a daughter, because none of the visions are good. You see her bruised and covered in blood at an age where a child shouldn't be wielding a weapon, you see her being abused and taken advantage of all the while people who could have saved her did nothing, you see her as an adult—growing into something frail and broken because there was no one there to help her.

There are people who love and care about this girl, but even then, she is still so lonely. Even though it is only a vision, that the girl can never know about your presence, you hold on to her when you find her sobbing in a corner—playing the role of a comforting protector even if it does nothing to stop the festering anguish in both of your hearts.

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Warrior of Light/Thancred Waters, Minfilia Warde/Warrior of Light Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Thancred Waters Additional Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Blood and Injury, Introspection, improper wound care, Hurt/Comfort, <- but its specifically a hurt abuser being comforted by the victim!, i was very late to the Realization but thancred character murder is too much fun Summary:

“You don’t have to apologise,” she cut him off. “Minfilia’s death was hard on all of us. We…none of us dealt with it as normal people would. It was an accident. That’s all there is to it.”

It was an accident because it had to be. Thancred was the first person she ever wilfully shared a bed with, and to look back on all the drunken nights they shared together in Ul’dah under the lens of him being someone capable and willing to hurt her the way that he did was too dizzying to consider.

Asteria follows Thancred into the forest alone.

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The thing about the weird fucked up possibility of azemwol is that its Signalis except they are both each other's Ariane Yeong.

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex Relationships: Zenos yae Galvus/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Zenos yae Galvus Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Relationship Study, Blood and Gore, Blood Drinking, the very long very gorey courtship of garlemald's finest! Summary:

It terrified her. He said her name in a tone of friendliness—as friendly as someone like him could be. She was allowed to linger near him where others would be dismissed. She didn’t want a repeat of the warehouse. Nothing scared her more than recalling what happened that night, but she knew it was her own feral streak of violence that led to it. The same violence she relied on in battle—the violence she would one day use to kill him.

After everything, Asteria should have known better than to continue down that path of violence.

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Okay bonus more just because she's so pretty...I never want to stop looking at her...curses to whoever made it that even high quality screenshots lose so much of the detail...

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Hydaelyn/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Minfilia Warde/Warrior of Light Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Hydaelyn (Final Fantasy XIV), Minfilia Warde Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hurt/The Worst Type of Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Established Relationship, so nice of hydaelyn to possess her chosen one’s half-dead gf and force her to play house! Summary:

“I…I know,” Asteria whispered. “I just…wish I…said something else before we got separated. If I knew I would never speak to her again…, I probably would’ve said something more meaningful than ‘be careful.’”

Something in Minfilia’s expression contorted as Hydaelyn spoke, “Do not forget that she is still present even within this form. I know my other child meant more than anything to you…as you did to her, and while I no longer have the strength to separate myself from her,” her other hand reached out to pull Asteria closer by the waist, “Please know that your love, your warmth reaches her even now.”

Sometimes, she wished Minfilia truly died in those tunnels.