#sacheo my beloved

[notorious-sparrow]

welcome back

[iron-sparrow]

JUNELEZEN 【第 11 天】 NOON

standing solo in the sun you and me chasing paper getting nowhere on our way back home ♪

feat. @notorious-sparrow (alt)

[iron-sparrow]

Please have twins, Yein and Sacheo.

i really love duskwight elezen 🖤🖤🖤

rb this w pics of ur duskwight elezen! 🖤🖤🖤

[thefreelanceangel]

Highlight a FFXIV blog with an OC who has a really compelling backstory. :)

One????

FFFFFFFFFFF-

They're like Pringles, I can't stop with just one.

@sealrock has ... so much backstory to Paris and their family. Just... so much lore... I'm annoyed at the fact it's not laid out in novel format for me to read. *taps foot impatiently* [Also shout out to my eternal beloved, Kirke.]

@ahollowgrave's Odette is another character with enough backstory to provide me with at least a solid trilogy. Which I am waiting. for.

@riftdancing and @gatheredfates need to give me Siyoh and Azuma's stories as an interweaving narrative. They can each write a couple of chapters. [Another shout out to my other eternal beloveds, Z and Blink]

@notorious-sparrow ... okay look, I love Yein ( @iron-sparrow's main) and Yein is Our Beloved. However, I am deeply curious about Sacheo and I want a book. Now.

@rylen-ashworth is okay, I guess. (<3 gotta needle you, my dude) And he's written a character with a solid backstory that actually affects how the character acts in daily life, which I find particularly rare in RP communities. (Trauma, yeah, people reflect that, but also how does their backstory affect how they interact with others on a friendly basis? Etc.)

@shroudkeeper / @gentlekami needs to deliver a trilogy to my desk on Kikyo within the week, thank you. I need to read novels about her.

@luck-and-larceny and @dumb-hat also need to deliver a trilogy to me about Malika and Evander, with additional overlaying chapters. I particularly want one that's Malika editing Evander's written memoirs of things they did together.

...okay I'm really going over my limit so...

@faustinebellamy and @argentrenard and @kestrelvylbrand and @gray-morality and @this-is-ris

...and @justatheo...

okay there I'll shut up now

[notorious-sparrow]

I'm the king of my own land ⸺ ♪ Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end

note: companion piece to forest lord Yein

[notorious-sparrow]

"Enjoy your special day the way you want to enjoy it."

for @ahollowgrave ‭❦

[notorious-sparrow]

JUNELEZEN 【第 1 天】 HELLO

⸺ I know you thought I'd sold my soul ♪

[notorious-sparrow]

black bird 烏鴉

When he walks, it is with the leisurely stride of a beast with little to fear from his surroundings. Despite how casually he carries himself, however, his bright jasper gaze is always alert, searching around the elezen for even the slightest hint of any person or thing that could threaten him. Eyes obscured by the shadow of a hood or a hat and long strands of magpie-colored hair hold in their bright hues a predatory stare.

大家好〜

You've found my main XIV blog! Most of my XIV pals call me Iron or Yein. My pronouns are THEY/THEM, and I'm an elder millennial in my late-thirties who lives for lifting weights and looking at elezen.

I'm located on Zalera, Crystal, and spend a lot of time raiding and gposing. I don't get to roleplay as much as I'd like because there's only so many available brain cells, but I still try to hit up venues and engage in private RP from time to time.

A soft disclaimer: I'm East Asian IRL, and a lot of my writing incorporates the immigrant experience, including racism and xenophobia.

Some additional housekeeping ⸺

↬ Sacheo is an alt, so I'm not usually logged in on them. ↬ I primarily raid and roleplay on Yein, my paladin. ↬ I'm also on Bluesky, if you want to connect there.

Hope to see you all around Eorzea.

[notorious-sparrow]

How does Sacheo feel about bringing Yein back? Is he upset that they are still on separate paths after all of that? Would he do it again? How does he feel about all these... people Yein has surrounded themselves with?

Oh, Sacheo. That sad, sad hag of a man. He just keeps coping and seething and malding.

I think that he feels slightly bitter about Yein choosing their own path even after he went through the "trouble" of bringing them back, of defying the laws of life and death that they grew up with to make this happen. They even worked with a weird hyur nun! Froze his ass off in Ishgard!

But he would do it again. Because he loves Yein, and he is too afraid of being the last one standing. He knows this, deep down, and he also understands it is a selfish fear.

He could also never place any hard expectations or blame on Yein. He carries in him so much guilt from their shared trauma as children, when he chose to hide and simply watch as his twin was carried away by a Wood Wailer in the attack that saw everyone else in their family killed. How could he possibly accuse Yein of abandoning him for all these other people when he was the one who abandoned them first?

He wants to be with his twin again, to be one of the reasons they still smile like they do. He might be too afraid, by this point, to approach them earnestly about their feelings and wishing to be a part of their life -- and somehow woven into this tapestry of colorful found family.

And I think that at least on one occasion after finding something Odette left for him in the woods, out of her concern for his well-being, he sat alone and cried.

[iron-sparrow]

The Celestial Twins 天鳥二仙

I'm the king of my own land Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me Now and forever, I'm your king ⸺ ♪

Psst, AU lore below ₊˚⊹♡

They were born in the same celestial river. They emerged one day together, only to find themselves on opposite banks, separated by the currents.

Yein leads the Court of Sparrows and provides divine guidance in times of uncertainty. They are the guardian of lost souls and undiscovered secrets. They symbolize progress, perseverance, and protection. Sparrows sighted in unusual places or numbers late at night is thought to be a sign of their presence. They can be most easily found in the spring and summer months, enjoying warm nights and the singing of insects.

Sacheo rules the Court of Crows and dwells in the cold morning fog. He lords over the barren places in the woods, emerging only to hunt. He is believed to be drawn to misguided souls, capable of smelling any malice in their hearts. He symbolizes stagnation and decay, and the inevitability of death. His presence is tied to corvids mourning for their family or fireflies shining at their brightest. He is most dangerous in the autumn and winter months.

More AU lore to come, eventually. ₊˚⊹♡

[iron-sparrow]

opposite — for the single-word drive!

WE ARE BORN FROM THE SAME RIVER. We emerged on opposite banks.

WE ARE SEPARATED BY THE CURRENTS. And we have walked divergent paths since.

WE ARE BOTH BROKEN. You are an open wound that cannot seem to heal.

YOU ONLY THINK YOU ARE HEALED. My body is a scar around my heart.

I WILL PICK APART THE SCABS. I won't let you see me bleed.

OUR BLOOD IS THE SAME. YOU WON'T SEE ME BLEED.

[iron-sparrow]

Character themes? Character themes! I don't know if any of y'all have a process with OC playlists, but mine is literally just throwing anything with the OC's vibe into their music collection and then forgetting I have a playlist at all.

Doesn't help that I hit a massive creativity roadblock earlier this year.

But I was inspired by a post from @archaiclumina, and the resulting itch never quite went away. So here are some instrumental tracks that hit the OC vibes just right...

Yein Que-Sae

Despite their intimidating size and appearance, Yein is typically very polite and friendly to others. When they speak, their voice rolls forth in a low, comforting growl -- a gentle rumble reminiscent of smooth river rocks tumbling over each other.

Yein is no stranger to the ugliness of the star, and it's ravaged their appearance. Even so, they are sworn to preserve and honor the sanctity of all life. To achieve this, they greet the world they have devoted themself to with an open heart. They give their love to others freely, in spite of all their fears and their pain. In combat, they will raise their shield before they draw their sword.

Yein is a fighter, and this is how they fight.

Sacheo Maz-Yeh

Sacheo loves his sibling, but he is very much not like them. Here is a gaping wound of a man, a scar upon the aetheric tapestry woven into the world.

Anyone with special sight can see the rot he has allowed to spread across his own heart. His sorrow runs deep, and rather than try to heal from it, he's nurtured it with poison until it grew into an unquenchable rage. He wields this rage expertly, however, and directs it at (perceived) threats against himself and his clan.

To his credit, Sacheo is an effective protector. For him, no sacrifice is too great.

Lia A’yue-Len

House Amedelune is built upon the A'yue-Len bloodline and their enduring legacy of survival. Little of the old clan remains today except for Lia and the family she guides with her iron fist.

The youngest of her generation, she was determined since her youth to carve for herself a life that could be lived on her own terms. She has shed the blood of many to achieve this; her spear knows the taste of dragon and elezen flesh very well.

Currently, Lia remains the head of House Amedelune and continues gazing ahead into the future. After all, the present is fleeting.

I do have a few other OCs floating around, but these three are kind of the "mains" in my head. Hope you enjoyed.

[iron-sparrow]

唯 【 wéi 】 so·​le adjective

being the only one having no companion : ALONE

I grieve for you.

I draw my anger and hold it tight until my shoulders hurt and the pain sweeps over every thread of flesh in my body to burn the entire tapestry away.

My fingers peel and bleed trying to keep their grip on the rage contained between each knuckle ready to be unleashed if only I could find something — someone — to take it.

I feel the wetness in my teeth become smoke when they touch the air and rising upward to rob me of my senses, my eyes overflowing to force the taste back down between my lips like salt and bile that needs to be swallowed before I drown on it.

I wish you were here to taste it with me because maybe then I would know the sweetness buried somewhere among the ashes.

I will find you — another moment longer on this star without the simple comfort of knowing you too exist will break me into amber and bone.

I cannot be the last one left.

[iron-sparrow]

最後 【 zuìhòu 】 last adverb

after all others : at the end

tw: violence

on a warm spring night, we became the last while all around me I could hear the cries of brethren and the panicked screams of our elders as they called called our names in the night, before their throats were ripped open.

our voices were stolen by the Ẇ̵̙̙̱̹̙̣͎À̴̡̼̫̏̆̾̄̿̾͘Ì̴͈̟̖̻͍̰͓͜Ḽ̷͓̤̫̖̽̌̂̽̉͘͝͠I̴͕͍͍̜̺̰͛̇̚̕Ǹ̴͈͓̳̬͋̈̐̈́͂̈̈́͆̐Ǧ̴̥̲͚̬̈́̽̈́̾́͌͑̚ spears among them, you and I stood silent; we didn’t weep — we had forgotten how to or maybe we did, and I simply could not hear through all the hatred T̵̛̛̺͓͓͋̔͌͗͜Ḩ̶̡̩͈͚̫̣͎͕̅̾͜͠E̵͚̠̞̊̿̉͐̊́̊Y̸̡̧̛͇͙̹͎͍̅̂͊̏̑̈ sang

— the poison spat from T̵̡̗̯̱̦̪͓̥͌̊́͌͊̆̀͜Ḩ̶̛̙̼̳̆̎͋͆̑̎͆̈ͅË̶̛̤̩̫̜̏́̓̽͊Ì̵̜̗̬̗͉͌͆R̸̡̼̟̼͚͙̦̈́ teeth bleeding from T̵̡̗̯̱̦̪͓̥͌̊́͌͊̆̀͜Ḩ̶̛̙̼̳̆̎͋͆̑̎͆̈ͅË̶̛̤̩̫̜̏́̓̽͊Ì̵̜̗̬̗͉͌͆R̸̡̼̟̼͚͙̦̈́ eyes flowing down T̵̡̗̯̱̦̪͓̥͌̊́͌͊̆̀͜Ḩ̶̛̙̼̳̆̎͋͆̑̎͆̈ͅË̶̛̤̩̫̜̏́̓̽͊Ì̵̜̗̬̗͉͌͆R̸̡̼̟̼͚͙̦̈́ masks T̵̛̛̺͓͓͋̔͌͗͜Ḩ̶̡̩͈͚̫̣͎͕̅̾͜͠E̵͚̠̞̊̿̉͐̊́̊Y̸̡̧̛͇͙̹͎͍̅̂͊̏̑̈ accused us of great sin for merely by existing beneath the trees.

venom fueled the fires, burned our lives away spreading over mother’s skin until it was ash and she faded into the scorched earth, quiet at last. we finally remember to close our eyes even knowing we will never stop seeing.

[iron-sparrow]

直率 【 zhíshuài 】 blunt adjective

being straight to the point : DIRECT

"Why don't you come back with me?" the Crow asks. He's lost count of how many times he's said those very same words, in that same exact order and inflection. 

I can't. I won't. The Sparrow's answer is not much of an answer at all, and they know it. But it's the only one they ever really have for him. 

The not-so-little bird with too many names leans their back against the stonework framing them. One arm extends to prop over their knee, most of it bundled in a soft layer to keep their sensitive burn scars out of sight and protected from too much sun or moisture (or anything). 

The air beyond this quiet meeting place inside hidden ruins is cool and wet, and cloaks the woods in a dense fog. The quiet is a comfort, but it doesn't last. 

"The air here is easier to breathe," Crow remarks from his leaning spot.

Sparrow turns their head but only just enough to bring the other Duskwight into the very edge of their vision. He looks comfortable there, hidden in the dark with only the glimmer of his jasper eyes giving him away. As they continue to focus in his direction, an outline begins to form, and soon they're able to make out the detailed image of their brother. Still, they withhold whatever thoughts the comment about the climate might have inspired. Crow will eventually grow tired of waiting and fill the silence. 

He does, only after a few seconds. 

"It suits you, yes? The woods," Crow continues. "You were not meant to dwell in the desert. You should be in the place that birthed you. With the people who can understand you." 

Sparrow angles their head away and closes their eyes. The gentle rain echoes against their tattered ear, creeping into their thoughts and trying to fight for attention. They can hear Crow speaking to their right -- of things like family and belonging, of vengeance and shared pain. 

"You should be with your brother. Our blood runs through the same rivers." 

The man who shares their eyes hasn't stopped. He isn't done. Because he knows that none of this is getting through to Sparrow. 

“When we die, our spirits will find peace with our own kin. Remember that." 

Sparrow sucks in a breath through their teeth. Their head lifts, the rounded point of their chin drawing two more ilms away from their throat. Their one jasper eye opens to acknowledge the physical world again but refuses to look at the other Duskwight. 

"It is true that you are my brother, born from the same river. But we emerged on opposite shores and have walked different paths. These paths have converged to bring us together again, but mine has been absent of your song." 

Ears far too sensitive for the surface world catch the sharp breath Crow takes at hearing their reply. Sparrow spins away from their brother to slide their legs from the ledge, with a soft groan from their hide armor and a whisper of airy linens. Behind them, Crow is moving at long last, urged away from his spot by the threat of their departure.

“Why?” he pleads, the deep gravel in his voice smoothed away by palpable sadness. “How can you say this to me when we are all that is left?” 

How their heart sinks at hearing his pained tone. Nevertheless, Sparrow persists.

“Because the past we loved is not the future we are meant to pursue."

[iron-sparrow]

Sparrow siblings just want to watch the fireworks with you.

A screenshot set ft. Yein and their older brother Sacheo. I hope their teefs put a smile in your chest.