I’m Laughing Way Too Hard About This At Work 🤣🤣

Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads. 

Conflux, Pt. 11

The women were gathered in the small room – the “transporter room,” the Commander had called it – and exchange final goodbyes.  All had been a giggling mess of nerves since they woke up that morning, though Stormy seemed a bit worse for wear; claimed she had an “accelerated metabolism” that allowed her to drink copious amounts of a drink they called “tequila,” she had woken with a splitting headache.  A quick visit to the sickbay had helped relieve the pain, and the blue girl had spent a tender moment with Doctor Dubois, sharing stories of a woman who they both knew a version of.  The Commander just watched the exchange silently, but Ana knew the expression was melancholic, as she and her Doctor remembered their fallen lover while talking about Stormy’s alive one.  Stormy and the Doctor parted with a soft kiss, and then the trio had gone on one last tour of the ship before arriving at the transporter room.

Inside, a low din of activity greeted them as many of the Commander’s officers worked to finalize the calculations that would send them home.  “It’s funny,” the Commander remarked, watching them before turning to Anafenza.  “How strange this must seem to you.  All this technology, science, generations ahead of your world.”

Anafenza nodded.  “We have technology – the Garleans make full use of it – but this…is almost…”

“Indistinguishable from magic?” Stormy smirked, winking at the Commander.

Anafenza shrugged and nodded.  “That would…be a good way to describe it, yes.  But I’ve seen magic,” she continued with a wink.  “If you can call down a meteor from the heavens, then I’ll believe it.”

Stormy chuckled, but the Commander winced for a moment, her eyes going distant to some memory she didn’t want to think of.  She shook her head to clear it, before smiling again.

The “Trill” woman, Sano, cleared her throat behind the Commander, and all three turned to look at her. She nodded, almost sadly, clearly not wanting to break up their group.  “Ma’am, it’s time.  If we want a shot at getting them home before the window closes…” She trailed off, leaving the implications hanging in the air.

The three woman took in a deep breath, turning back to one another.  They smiled, before moving in to embrace one another together.

“This was…quite an experience,” the Commander remarked.

“It will certainly be a story to tell,” Anafenza continued on with a small nod.

“No one will believe us,” Stormy countered with a small laugh, and all three laughed together.  They hugged again, Stormy turning her head to plant a kiss on first the Commander’s cheek, then turning to Anafenza to do the same. Then, Stormy and Anafenza stepped up onto the illuminated pad.  Ana gave the blue woman’s hand a quick squeeze, before they parted, standing on opposite sides of the device.

Commander St. Peter smiled at them both.  “Good luck, and whatever gods you believe in protect you.  I am so blessed to know you both.”  She winked at Stormy playfully, but gave Anafenza a genuine smile.  “You’re going to do great things, Anafenza of the Ejinn.”

There was a long pause, as the three just stared at one another for another moment.  Then, the Commander turned her head to her crew.  “Energize!”

The light on the pad began to brighten, and a chiming filled the air as swirling motes of light enveloped the two women.  Anafenza giggled a little, feeling ticklish.

There was an alert on the panel, and Sano began shouting to her team.  “Engage the chronometric navigational sensors!”

“They can’t get a positive lock!  Something is throwing the entire equation out of sorts, and the transport can’t engage.”

“It’s not that ‘aether,’ is it?”

“No, we have a positive fix on that.  But there is a quantum imbalance in her signal and the other St. Peter’s.  The buffer is having a hard time maintaining their patterns, like another variable is missing…”

The lights died down, and the chiming subsided.  Stormy and Ana looked at each other, then at the crew working.

The Commander frowned, shaking her head.  “Something is missing…but the numbers all check?  We have good locks in both time and space?”  Her crew was nodding and agreeing as she rattled off things Anafenza could not comprehend.

Stormy snapped her fingers, looking at Anafenza.  “Something isn’t missing.  Someone is…”

The Commander paused, blinking, then smacked her forehead.  “Of course…the computer can’t make a firm lock on either of you…”

“Unless you can serve as an anchor,” Anafenza finished.  “And a beacon.”

“Just like in the pocket dimension.”

The Commander hopped onto the pad and took the center spot.  “Alright Nizeri, try now.”  She nodded. “Energize!”

Sano turned to the controls as the officer there worked the panel, and the lights and chimes began anew. She smiled, continuing to direct the officers.  “Positive lock engaged, they can make it to the pattern buffer!  Engage the scanners!”

The light overtook Ana’s vision, and the chiming deafened her.

“I’ll always…remember you…both!  May you walk…in the light…of the Crystal!”

Sleep...

I just want to sleep sleep forever.  drift off with the waves as they meet the shore where I lay...lie...gods i hate this language. nothing but words.  words don’t fix people. i know i shouldnt feel this way but i have been so broken down and crumpled up that i dont know how to feel otherwise.  and its all still my fault.  im still the one to blame.  Im still the one too selfish to pay attention to those around me how can I even begin to look at them and see their feelings and hurts when all I can see are mine.  standing out in such sharp relief in front of me, as if the sun was pouring through an open window behind them so that all I could see was their forms.  I can’t feel, I can’t think, I can’t hear anything in this pit.  Im sorry. Im sorry Im not strong enough on my own. i hope Hipper’s solution...

Dream Journal 4

I am not sure if I should be reading more books about Allag, or any of the fictions that are in our stores concerning allag technology.

First, it was a room this time; smaller than my apartment by far, but not cramped.  There was a couch off to one side, next to a window.  On the other side of that was a small desk.  The desk had

It was thin and rectangular. It had words and pictures on it, that kept changing, rewriting I guess.  I didn’t recognize the words – whatever language it was, I didn’t know it. There were similar glass rectangles with words and pictures flashing and rewriting on the far wall as well, next to a door that I assume led out to another room.  The window showed a vast night sky, with stars far more immeasurable than any sky I’ve ever seen.

There was a small hiss, and the doors opened.  A woman walked in, face down and studying what looked like one of those allagan tomestones, though it was larger than ones I’ve seen.  She was wearing black pants, and a top that was black but with white shoulders and a red stripe separating the black from the white. There was a arrowhead pinned on her chest, silver.  She had blue skin, and short blue hair and piercing blue eyes – I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have that much blue on them naturally

She rounded the corner of the desk and sat down.  After a moment of reading the device she dropped it on the desk and reached for a white ball that she had sitting on it.  She tossed it into the air and then, as it came back down, bumped it back up with both hands.  She did this a few times, oblivious to me – I think I was a ghost, watching this dream.

And then she dropped the ball, and stared right at me.  Her eyes blinked a few times, her mouth hanging open.  I didn’t know what to do either.  We just stared at one another.  And then she laughed a little and said the oddest thing.

“It’s you!”

I woke up then.  I don’t know what that dream was, and I certainly didn’t recognize her.  Who was she? What was that place?

Was I even dreaming?

This should be a good exercise for me. Let's try it out!

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A person they know/ran into.

A pet peeve.

Something they hate but everyone loves.

Something they love but everyone hates.

An ex RP partner.

An ex friend.

A current friend.

An RP experience.

A real life experience.

An out of context rant.

A character they hate.

A character they love.

A public experience.

An ex hobby.

A past relationship.

Their hopes & dreams.

A food they hate.

A food they love.

A bothersome brand of anything.

Senders choice.

Journal Entry #63

Pages of scribbled entries fill the diary.  Most are in rough Eorzean script, while many are in the scratched pictographs of the Steppe. Details of rainy days, depressing days, happy days in the sunshine, cooking, new books read…but the frequency of writings dwindles to a near halt until…

 Kami be good, it’s been far too long.  Reading back through this mess, it’s a wonder how I even started…I visited the steppe. I hadn’t been there in years it was so foreign to me.  I found a few other Xaela who claimed to be Ejinn, but from other tribal families. None knew who I was or that I’d been missing, so they weren’t from my family tribe, but it was

 It was good to meet more like me.  They loved the traditions I’d embraced from the Caravan, including my face paint.  I was gifted beadwork for my hair, similar to what the woman was wearing.  She claimed it was traditional for us I’m assuming it was for her family tribe, but I’ll embrace any traditions I can.

 The scar still burns. Now more often.  It’s deep.  I still don’t know what it could mean.  Should I seek out her family?

Eee! I'm the River Knight? Yay!

((L’yhta, with the The Priestess, The River Knight, and another adventurer, sneaking through part of a Castrum on a leve. “This really seems like a trap, you know?”))

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?

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Fuck. Nazis.