I Love It Because She’s Got Ana’s Horns And Tail Too! 

Dream Journal 7

Aenc tyr

And now I can hardly remember the rest of the dream, dammit all.  Bright sunlight steaming down through breaks in the trees.  And that damnable tree was there too, darkness pouring from it as usual.

There were giggles and high-pitches laughter.  Those two words repeated again and again.

It’s fading faster this time.  Perhaps this really was just a dream.  The other two women, the blue-skins, were there as well.  And a voice, begging... open the gate?

I can’t remember any more. Aenc tyr

I need to borrow a few of the books from the library, I think…

Just a simple PSA

Cannon = thing that goes boom

Canon = an event that occurs within a published story

Another Journal Entry

Wicked white, even after five turns this thing is still here. Guess it’s only been a moon, proper, here, though. But I was gone for so much longer...time passed me by and no one is the wiser. I couldn’t be alone. I’d been alone for five bloody years with that maddening pixie and now that I was home...I thought I could belong again. After tonight I don’t belong anywhere again. He didn’t love me, and I couldn’t just stop. Now his...fiancé is angry with me again, Suzume won’t speak or look at me again (I don’t think she even knows what is happening, just that her Khala hates me). And Mercer... I didn’t know he saw me. I didn’t know it was killing him. He kept opening up to me. Kept making me feel safe. That’s why I loved him. It’s why I wanted to be with him. I don’t. Not now. Not anymore. I’m not part of that family. And I don’t want to be in the Tower family as long as... I will not take the oath. I thought I would. I was ready to, before Sasari returned. I don’t want to be in this family anymore. Hells...I want to go back to Eo Aenc now. At least I had fun in Il Mheg No more. I just want to be done.

Preferences Quiz!

Open curtains | Closed blinds

Stray dog | House cat

People | Pets

Outside | Inside

Half-empty | Half-full

Sing | Dance

Shoes | Sandals (Neither, come on!)

Cash | Credit

Hike | Drive

Casual | Elegant (Nothing?)

Center | Corner

Sword | Shield

Airship | Boat

Fizzy | Flat

Garnished | Plain

Extra salt | Extra pepper

Spicy | Mild

Orchestrion | Traditional music

Opaque | Transparent

White lies | Complete truth

Blunt | Subtle

Noisy | Silent

Books | Music

Familiar | New

Youth | Experience

Spoon | Fork and knife

Knife | Baseball bat

Void | Ocean

Bow and arrow | Blow dart

Love at first sight | Slow burn

Freckles | Dimples

Long eyelashes | Long fingers

Soft lips | Sensitive neck

Stubble | Thick hair

Slow dance | Intimate conversation

Candlelight dinner | Stargazing

Tagged by: @little-purple-thundercloud  :)

Magus Musings: Week 3

Welcome to week three of Magus Musings! To get our creative juices flowing (and yours!) we’ve decided to post a weekly FFXIV themed writing prompt. A new prompt will go live each Monday and you will have a week to respond with a drabble, short story, poem, letter, or anything, really. I know we said writing prompt, but if your muse wants a series of screenshots, then, by all means, do that. We want to see everything you come up with and get to know your characters a little better.

This is open to all members of the FFXIV community not just those who are members of Mysterium. So, if a prompt strikes your fancy, get creative! Just don’t forget to use the tag #magusmusings! We want to see (and like and reblog) all of your amazing work!

Happy writing!

Magus Musings - Dreams

It was the cavern again…

Anafenza turned her head left, then right. The same cavern she had been trapped in, years ago, with those reflections of the woman she’d killed. Only this time, she was alone.

She felt herself, before looking down. Nothing. No clothes, no tools. She tilted her head – dark splotches stained her grey skin where she had felt herself. She brought her hands up.

Blood. The scent of it hit her like a sack of popotoes before she even registered it with her eyes. She checked herself again, then gasped.

They were lying there, at her feet again. The duskwight, Jessika (or whatever the hells her name actually was), was on her back, her half-petrified face smashed and obliterated leaving just her mouth recognizable, open in a silenced scream of shock and pain.

The pale auri with the daggers – was it Nai, was that her name? – was bent over a second body, her hands desperately pressed against a third woman’s neck. She was screaming for help.

The third woman…

Anafenza covered her mouth, stopping a sob. Lyta was on her back, eyes wide in horror, struggling to breathe. Her mouth foamed with spit and blood, dripping down and mixing with her tears. She slowly turned her head, her eyes locked with Anafenza’s…

“You killed me.” Her voice was sharp and clear, right next to Anafenza’s horn, and she turned quickly to see Lyta standing next to her, blood trailing down her chest from the wound across her neck. Anafenza took a step back.

“You killed me,” she said again, accusingly.

“No!” Anafenza shook her head. “You didn’t die! They saved you! They stopped me, this curse stopped me! You lived!”

“You killed me,” she said again, then opened her arms wide. “Me and the rest of them. Their blood is on you, Aenc Tyr.”

Anafenza looked around the cavern again and gasped. Bodies littered the floor. Stalagmites and stalactites were bodies, skewered to the ground or hanging from the ceiling. Friends and family. Strangers. All around her.

And she stood in the center of it all, glowing dark and ominous, a vine creeping up her body and wrapping around her, choking the life from her as her branches wilted, leaves fell…

 Anafenza woke up, splashing and sputtering in her tub. Once she had found her breath she began to sob, laying her head on the side of the tub and just cried…

 ((Featuring @little-purple-thundercloud​))

This looks like fun...ask away all two of you who might actually look at this blog...lol

Elemental questions

Earth:

Leaf: What’s your favourite season?

Tree: What’s the highest up you’ve ever been?

Flower: What’s the prettiest thing you own?

Grass: Do you prefer to be outside or inside?

Soil: Have you ever planted something?

Mountain: What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?

Rock: What’s your favourite gemstone?

Vines: What’s your aesthetic?

Plant: What, in your opinion, is your best aspect?

Forest: Where are you most calm?

Mud: Do you like to do hands-on things?

Bug: What’s your most irrational fear?

Cave: Where’s your favourite hiding place?

Garden: Where were you at this time last week?

Spring: What’s your earliest memory?

Water:

Tide: Can you swim/do you like to swim?

Beach: If you could be one place right now, where would you be?

Coral: Do you believe in mermaids?

Seashell: What’s a sound that soothes you?

Seaweed: Favourite sea creature?

Saltwater: Cold showers or hot showers?

Stream: When was the last time you had a bath?

Ocean: Have you ever been sailing?

Hurricane: If you had to save one thing, what would it be?

Rain: What do you do when it rains?

Thunderstorm: Do you like to be outside in the rain?

Dew: What’s your favourite drink?

Bubble: Do you live near the water?

Snow: Does it snow where you live?

Ice: What’s your favourite thing to do in the winter?

Air:

Clouds: When was the last time you were on a plane?

Breeze: What’s your favourite dessert food?

Smoke: Who’s your favourite artist?

Fog: Do you wear glasses?

Wind: What’s your favourite song to dance to?

Mist: Do you like fairytales?

Sky: Do you like to wear dresses?

Stars: What’s one wish you have?

Flight: What are you most excited for right now?

Float: What’s the first thing you think when you wake up?

Breath: What type of music do you listen to?

Bird: If you could fly, where would you fly to?

Feather: How long do you usually sleep for?

Balloon: What’s your favourite carnival ride?

Space: Have you ever seen an eclipse?

Fire:

Bonfire: What’s one thing you lost that you want back?

Warmth: Who is the person nearest to you right now?

Light: What time is it where you are?

Volcano: What are you most afraid of?

Sun: What would the person nearest to you right now say about you?

Lava: Do you like to do reckless things?

Flame: Have you ever burned something?

Soot: Have you ever hurt someone you didn’t mean to?

Coal: Have you ever been hurt by someone?

Ash: Do you have any birthmarks/scars?

Campfire: What’s your favourite childhood memory?

Lightning: Are you afraid of storms?

Energy: Pick one word to describe your life.

Lantern: Are you afraid of the dark?

Summer: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

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!

This is an amazing and awesome take on this character

Why Lolorito despite being a Ruthless Ammoral Capitalist is actually still a better person than a modern day CEO.

He actually pays those under his employ fairly well from what I can gather considering the kind of loyalty they seem to have for Lolorito. Money is a powerful motivator.

The thing Lolorito cares about above his own wealth, is Ul’dah.

He still has standards as to what he will and will not do for profit.

What does a Modern CEO care about more than profit? Their own Wallet, to the detriment of everyone around them so long as they have fat stacks of cash.

1st Sun, 5th AM

Why is it, after all this time, I still hope for peace instead of violence?  That woman said it best, how can i be so naive?

Because I very nearly met the end of a blade, and it wasnt my fault.   I was hoping for peace that day too and it ended with a death.  even With her blood on my hands I know i was not fully to blame

and i know this man was evil i could see it written all over his stupid little face and in his aura   he had no remorse   I know he was sincerely scared of us all but he wasn’t apologetic, not enough to change.  But even despite that, he wasn’t armed.  His goons had fled.  He was no threat.

I fear so often that maybe we’re NOT in the right, not all the time.  How are we any different from that man, from Garlemald, from nemesis, if we’re willing to put a man to the sword with little justice except our own?   why do they think that just because we have such power that we have liberty to exercise it whenever we feel?   I was scared tonight - everyone seemed ready to murder this man.  for what reason??  he loaned money to one of ours and demanded payment back?  and when HE decided payment wasn’t enough, now we execute him?  Uldah has laws for his kind.   it’s not complete anarchy there

I hoped he’d want to live.  he made his choice, and i will not lose sleep tonight over the fact that he was cut down AFTER he tried attacking.  But I fear I will lose sleep knowing I am sleeping so close to people i consider my family because i keep seeing this side of them that is no different than the people i tried to entreat for peace before.

they took control of my mind and had me try to kill Lyta for them.   and I very nearly succeeded.

what will this “family” do to me when i oppose them again?