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@stormscream is enveloped in a growing darkness… and @steelcarbuncle, @laznenharuya, @thefadingsong, @eightswordsparrow, @little-purple-thundercloud, @mercermachines, and Von Hipper try to figure out what’s going on.

Dream Journal, Entry 1

On the front page, the word “Diary” is crossed out and scribbled over, and written hastily above it are the words “dream journal”

 “Keep a journal by your bed so when you wake up you can write down as much as you can remember.” Thats what she said, so thats what this is: a dream journal now.  It was not working out well as a diary anyway so there is that too.  And since the dreams have started to come more maybe this will be better.  I can hardly remember much of them by the time I wake except that damned tree and the miasma

 And more voices too! Female voices, and the same voice too but doing different things.  And the song, always the song.

 There is a long break, before more writing on the second half of the page, somewhat more sloppy and hastily written…

 They were there again. In the dark miasma.  The two voices had shadows too.  One was standing pointing here and there and shouting. There was a noise like those sirens the Garleans use, and she said something about bringing up shields.  I looked to the other side of the tree, and another shadow was sitting.  She was crying; I could tell it was the same voice, but she seemed built different. There was a low rumble of thunder as well – it was raining while she cried.  I don’t know what she was crying about.

Conflux, Pt. 1

Ana’s eyes were glued shut, her expression pained as she dreamt.

Dreaming, of late, had been a whole new level of fantasy for Anafenza of the Ejinn.  Some nights she was in her own memories, which was nothing out of the ordinary.  Some nights, she was in front of the dark tree and hearing the mournful, enraged notes of the Dragonsong – she’d started having these dreams after she’d killed the elezen Jessika while she was brainwashed (but that is a long story for another day). But now, her dreams began to bleed into the wondrous: she’d dreamt she was flying, calling wind and rain and it obeyed her!  Or that she was commanding a group of people bustling around some sort of control center, the floor shaking beneath them as explosions rocked them and she stared out at an endless sea of night.  She’d even had a few where she and the other two “hers” interacted with one another, before she was jolted awake.

And then the dreams of everlasting light – a field of pink flowers, with child-like giggles floating on the breeze around her.  There was no warmth, no sun in the sky – just light glaring down upon her, and voices.

“Aenc tyr,” they’d say. And another, “Open the gate.”

  But this…this dream was new.  It was a memory, but not her memory.  As Anafenza looked around the small room as she paused her frantic packing, she knew it was not her own.  The simple wood hut; the longbow leaning against the wall by the door; the roiling sky, filled with the great red light of the falling moon...

The falling moon… She quickly went to the window to look up and gasped.  She had seen Dalamud in the sky as it fell years ago when she was still living in Othard, and her people had seen it as an ill omen.

"Quickly, Jessielle, quickly!  Get your bow, come, come!"

Ana turned around, confused, before moving to the satchel of personal effects on the bed, nearly crammed full of trinkets and clothes she was trying to protect.  Her family had finished ensuring the last of the villagers who were seeking shelter were in the catacombs, Anafenza thought, though she wasn’t sure how she knew this.

Once the last few villagers trickled in, the family returned to their own home to prepare.  She assumed it was to gather what they could and hide as well, so she was in her private room, gathering mementos of her life, when her father came barging into her room, shouting her given name.

Anafenza froze, realizing the knowledge she’d just come to know.  Father?  Jessielle? These are Jessika’s memories!  But why…am I in them?

There was a loud crack outside, and Ana and Jessika’s father turned to see, out the window, a plume of fire where a chunk of the moon had fallen.  "Come Jessielle...there is not much time," he said, his crisp and proper Ishgardian words flowing gracefully out, despite the urgency.

"Père, what..."  She heard herself saying, before finally looked at him, noticing the man was clothed in heavy, black leather armor, armored gauntlets with intricate gold and blood-red patterns winding over them.  His legs were clad in armor as well, the same gold and red filigree snaking up the armor like ivy.  "Père, what are you wearing?"

Her father – Jessika’s father – rolled his eyes and, picking up her bow from near the door with one hand, grabbed her arm with the other and pulled her out of the room. "There is no time to explain. Come, come!"

He pulled her through the house and outside, his armored fingers digging deep into Ana’s wrist. She squirmed a little, biting her lip to keep from yelling at him as she stumbled along behind as he guided her to the center of the small village.

"Jacemont, what took you so long?  The time is approaching!"

Jacemont Saphir finally let go of Anafenza’s wrist, approaching the woman waiting for them there. She wore long, flowing robes of dark fabric, completely black except for a blood-red design up the right side.  It wound up from the hem of the robes to the collar - an intricate, winding design like ivy, with leaves and thorns.  She turned her head to look at them, her eyes cold and dark.  "Jessielle, what were you doing?"

Before she knew what she was doing, Anafenza dipped her head in deference. "Mère," she greeted her, realizing this was Jessika’s mother.  "I was gathering my things...why aren't we in the catacombs?  What are you and Père doing out here?"  She motioned to the descending moon, meteorites flying off it and impacting the ground in the distance.  "We need to take shelter!"  Anafenza looked around, realizing she wasn’t in control.  She was watching the memory unfold, taking the role of Jessika in it. Even with the knowledge that she was in a dream, she couldn’t take control and change the course of it.

The mother – Raechelle, Anafenza realized was her name – shook her head ever so slightly and turned back to look at Dalamud.  "We are sheltering.  Jacemont, stand with me.  Jessielle, come here."  She motioned to her left and right sides; Jacemont stood to his wife's left, looking up at the sky.  "Something is happening."

As she said the words, there was a loud crack, and the three of them watched as Dalamud began to fracture. Fire peeked out through the fissures, and enormous wings appeared at the top of the hulk.  The surface of the moon roiled and shook.

"Gods preserve," Jacemont whispered, his eyes wide in horror.

Raechelle reached behind her, her hand grasping at the air behind her head.  She raised her arm, and Anafenza watched in awe as woman lifted a large, black sword with gold-filigree into the air, pulling it out of thin air. Shadows and darkness seemed to pour out of it and fall off it, like fog off of an ice crystal.  She spun the blade down and screamed, thrusting the sword into the ground.

There was deafening boom, and Ana fell backward as the moon was blasted apart, fragments flying into the ground with enough force that it shook all around them.  A few homes were ripped apart as fragments slammed into them, fire and debris exploding into the air.  The ground shook, and Ana fully expected to feel fire consume her.  She was going to die, she knew it...

So when, after a few more moments, she was still alive, Ana opened her eyes, feeling the memory of Jessika’s confusion even though she knew what she was going to see.  She looked around and heard herself gasp.

Raechelle was holding the hilt of the sword still, gritting her teeth.  All around them, extending out several meters, was a swirling cloud of black mist and smoke, shadows flying through the cloud around them with such speed that Anafenza couldn't get clear views of them.  The cloud enclosed them and much of the village like a bubble, the outside just barely visible.

Jacemont cursed loudly. "It's a dragon!"

"It's not a dragon, it's a god," Raechelle corrected, gazing in equal horror as her husband.  Ana clambered to her feet, watching as the beast - which took up much of the sky - began to fly quickly around, flares of fire shooting from its body and striking the ground, causing more earthquakes and explosions.  It soared overhead with a scream, releasing a volley of fire at the village below.  Far in Othard, she remembered seeing the moon drift below the horizon, but this…

This is the Calamity everyone speaks of.  Kami, what hell…

"Jacemont! Now!"  Raechelle screamed.  Anfenza turned in time to see the man reach up and behind him.  He clenched his hand and, in the same way as she had seen the woman, pulled a large sword out of nowhere, thrusting it into the ground as well.  There was a pulse of energy that she felt push through her, and the bubble of shadows grew darker.

The beast's fire slammed into the shield, and Jessika's parents shouted in surprise, both of them faltering slightly, as if a great weight just landed on their shoulders, pushing them downward.  They held onto the hilts of their swords, struggling to straighten back up.

Anafenza looked around, the memory of terror rising in her as Jessika watched.  Another memory crept into her thoughts, an earlier time that she’d seen this happen, but she didn’t focus on it.  Anafenza had seen this cloud of shadows before as well – the day she killed Jessika, it had exploded around her, swirling around and subduing Ana, as the curse fell upon the auri girl.

Raechelle shouted, and Ana looked up to see the dragon approaching again, circling back around for another indiscriminate attack on the land below.  "Jessielle, we need you!"

Anafenza blinked in surprise.  "What?! No!  I...I don't know what's happening!"

Jacemont staggered again, falling to one knee but still holding onto his sword.  "Your bow, child!  Your bow!"

Ana shook her head, staring at the wooden longbow in her hands.  "I don't...know what you want from me," she said, still confused, though the hairs on the back of her neck began to prickle.

"Strike the ground!"  He called again, pulling himself back up to standing.  "Strike the ground and defend your home!  Your friends!  Your family! Defend those you love, protect them from this!"  He looked at her, and she noticed his eyes were pitch black, shadowy energy flaring out of them like two dark fires.  "You know what to do, child!  Now, stand with us!"

Anafenza looked at the two elezen, then back at the bow in her hands.  She looked up, seeing fire rain down again.  Panicking, she did what Jacemont told her, lifting the bow in the air and striking the one end of it to the ground.

Ana felt another pulse of energy radiate out, and the shield grew darker still, swirling faster and further out so that it protected most of the village.  She felt as if her feet were rooted to the ground, and her hands locked in place, wrapped around her bow.  Her vision darkened as she heard the fire slam into the shield, felt the impact of the fireballs on the shield as if a heavy hand were shoving her to the ground.  She fell to one knee, her hands unable to release the bow, gasping for breath.  The familiar sensation of being choked by the darkness came to her, the same choking she’d felt when Jessika had died. Her eyes were playing tricks on her: in one moment, she could see the bow clear as day, but in the next the weapon appeared like a great sword, similar to the ones the elezen were wielding.

Similar to the sword I’ve pulled from my aether, she realized, recognizing the weapon she’d come to know as “Bloodthorn.”

The attack continued for what felt like hours, or maybe it was only a few seconds.  The three of them were screaming in defiance and pain as the ground shook around them.

Then, the world went dark.

Ana loves contact!

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

¿ - write your own touches!

I got another art! It turned out so great, thank you again!

pride doodle for @stormscream i completed the other day & almost forgot to share!  a bit slow due to IRL reasons, but i’m still doing these for pride!

I’m laughing way too hard about this at work 🤣🤣

when the DRG pulls the boss

Dream Journal 10

We are on our way to Ishgard now to find more on “Jessielle” and her house Vignesang.  Miss Sasani and Miss Sasari were…not extremely pleased to bring her up, and I can understand the pain behind it.  I think most of the caravan knew once Sasani returned for a few moons and…the elezen was nowhere to be seen.  Hearing more of her

Eh, probably for the best

Kiratai in his chair is a hard sight.  He is so proud, and I can see it bothers him to be…helpless?  Maybe that’s not how he feels, I don’t know.  But he is different now.  And I hate I cannot sit on his shoulder anymore

Still, he was a great comfort on the journey here.  Another dream (though I obviously didn’t immediately write it down).  I was younger, in the great river.  It was the day I was left behind – it’s not an easy to forget setting. But I was there, looking across the steppe…and I saw one of the women again.  It was the one with the arrowhead jewelry on her chest, the older one.  She saw me, and we locked eyes.  She immediately turned and hurried away into the rocks.  I followed as quickly as I could, but when I found her, she was disappearing in a swirl of lights and chimes.  Nothing remained of her there.  I searched a little longer, before realizing I needed to return to the river and my family. After that, the dream was the same as it has been before – I am searching for them, and they’ve left me alone.

Reblog this.

If you do not care what gender your roleplay partner identify themselves as.

Be they male, female, trans, or whatever else is out there.

If you are a friend, you are a friend. If we ship our muses together, we ship the heck out of our muses. I don’t care if you are a female playing male, a male playing female or whatever is inbetween.

You are precious no matter what you are. And I love you.

This is why Z isn’t a hero in-game as much versus in outside of game RP...I have no desire to pull those shenanigans with people in game. That said, could be fun to have him step up out of costume in those situations...:P

OOC. Some salt.

Some salt about RP under the cut.

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Conflux, Pt. 8

Anafenza awoke with a start again, her body feeling sore like she’d been swimming for malms upstream. She was lying on a bed, just big enough for her body to fit on top of, her tail uncomfortably folded under her and pushed to one side.  An extra pillow was folded and under her neck, helping to support her head so that all the weight wasn’t on her horns.  She was covered by a scratchy, wool blanket, and she could feel clothes covering her body, only adding to the discomfort.  There were bright lights above her, and she could tell she wasn’t in the disappearing cavern anymore.

Did…did it work?

She shifted, trying to move, and groaned a little as her sore muscles screamed in protest.

The rest of the space was sterile white walls and a plain grey carpet.  More of the beds were lined along the wall next to her bed, and over the head of each one on the wall was a dark glass window.  Most were off, but the one over her bed blinked and flashed with white characters and squares of varying shades of blue.  As she pushed herself up to rest on an elbow, one of the blue boxes flashed and turned red with a triangle symbol inside; she looked at it curiously, before turning to look around more.

There was some shuffling, and then a soft voice called out from around a corner.  “Oh!  You’re awake!”  A petite woman stepped around the corner, wearing an outfit similar to the Commander’s except that it was mostly white.  She had the same badge on her chest as Jessica, too.  Her light brown eyes smiled along with her wide lips.  “How do you feel, Ana?”

Anafenza coughed and shook her head, sitting up all the way.  “I know I’ve felt better.  Where am I? How do you know me?”

She smiled again.  “I’m Doctor Dubois; you’re onboard the Rafale.  You came with Jes- Commander St. Peter.”  Her cheeks went a little pink at her near misspeak, but Ana didn’t try to understand the reason for the embarrassment.  “When you materialized on board you collapsed on the transport pad; we brought you here to the sickbay.  It’s sort of a…hospital.”

Anafenza nodded.  “How long…have I been sleeping?”

“You were out for most of the day,” came a familiar voice, and Ana turned her head to see both Jessicas step through a double door that had separated with a whoosh.  Stormy looked like she was still excited beyond belief to be living in this fantasy.  The Commander moved near Dubois, and the two shared a silent look and a smile.  “Thanks, JD.”

The Doctor nodded and stepped back around the corner, leaving Ana and the Jessicas.  The Commander cleared her throat.  “We’re not sure if it had to do with the ‘aether’ in the cavern, or if it is unique to your race, but the scar grew while we were being rescued.”

Anafenza pulled up her top to check underneath, not minding when the two woman glanced away for a moment as she flashed them.  Sure enough, the snaking, ivy-like mass of scales reached up beyond her collarbone now, just resting at the base of her neck.  It wound down further past her waist; a quick check of her legs rewarded her with more of the scales down nearly to her left knee now.  She sighed and shook her head.  “I do not know; it’s nothing to do with my race, I know that. The curse expanded?”

“I don’t know about curse, but it certainly helped,” Stormy chimed in, hopping over and settling down at the foot of the bed.  She put a comforting hand on Ana’s leg and gave her a small squeeze.  “The Commander’s crew says that their transport system was able to find us easier and rescue us because of the beacon you became.  It was like you said; you guided them to us.”

Anafenza smiled.  “I’m…glad it helped.  I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad it helped?”  The three of them laughed a little.

“Now to get you two home,” the Commander remarked, and the other two nodded.  “We have a theory for how, but we’re still finishing the final simulations.  Until then, you’re guests on the Rafale, and I’d like to show you both around.”

Stormy smiled wide and nodded, before suddenly pausing and shaking her head.  “Wait…when do you wipe our memories?  Don’t you have some kind of ‘temporal prime directive?’”

The Commander shrugged. “We’re willing to make an exception to the policy.  Too much has happened, and if I want to remember it, I’m sure both of you would like to as well.  I don’t want to take that away.”

Anafenza nodded. “That would be nice, yeah.”