Ok...maybe Not Presently Since She’s In A Bit Of Peril, But We’ll Do This For After The Impending

Fuck. Nazis.

Magus Musings: Week 4

Welcome to week four 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!

Color Quiz!

Thanks for the poke on this one, @little-purple-thundercloud.

What’s funny is...I didn’t cheat this for Ana, either...

Got her favorite color...wow.

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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🥓 (From Merc if my muse is required.)

Anafenza pushes a few stray hairs behind her horn.  “My family?  It’s not exactly ‘typical,’ if you’re expecting that...But just boil it down to a single person?  Hmm...

“I mean, you know Sasari and Sasani.  They’re practically family, since their family took me and Aroo - that’s Aruktai - in when we fled the Steppe.  And you know Kiratai I imagine.  Big, blue Xaela; he was usually running around keeping Sasari from starving most days.  Nowadays he just moves around in his chair, on account of him being hurt when the twins were kidnapped and thought dead.  I think the injury destroyed his pride worse than his legs - it hurts to see him so much more quiet and reserved.  Still, he’s a joy to be with, and he still cares a lot for me.  He still treats me like his sister, no matter how much I tease him and annoy him.  I can’t climb up on his shoulders like I used to - and he’s probably grateful for that, too - but he’s the one family member that I never want to see go.  He’s the best big brother I could have asked for, but even then...there’s much more to him.  My Kiri-kun.”  She smiles and shrugs a little. 

Thanks @lalaliya!

Magus Musings - Reflection

“Wicked white, Angan, not again! I told ye’ already, we don’ ‘ave no berry fruits ye be after!”

Angan tilted head to the side, staring at the hume merchant in confusion. “But I haven’t asked for any berries, Varden. I was just coming for the daily supplies like always, for the Spagyrics. What is this about berries now?” The young drahn woman shook her head, her mop of unkempt black hair falling over her shoulder. This was the third time today on her daily rounds through the Musica Universalis that someone had been exasperated with her for some reason or another.

The hume pointed a fat finger at her. “An’ another thing, how the bleedin’ ‘ells ‘re ye changin’ yer hair so damned fast like? It ain’t natural it ain’t! Ye look a sight better now than ye’ did just a bell ago, tha’s fer sure.  Bleedin’ bright pink as a pixie, as if we didn’ ‘ave enough bright colors ta stare at in the sky! But the answer’s still ‘no,’ so don’ think of addin’ – “

“Berries to the order, no, I got that. Pink hair? Me? Have you been drinking again, Varden? It’s only the eighth bell in the morn!” She took the sack of vials with an annoyed “thank you” and turned to walk away, shaking her head.

All morning, her usual rounds had led to one odd encounter after another. Pink hair. Barely dressed. Smelling of seaweed and “wet” – whatever that smelled like – and always, it seemed, just a bell or two ahead of her.

It was difficult in a town like the Crystarium to be mistaken for someone else. Sure, the occasional dwarf was hard to tell apart, and the zun all looked alike anyway, but there were so few people left in the world to begin with…well…it was difficult to find someone that would look or sound so similar to you that people you’d known for years could mistake you.

“What bloody sinner is going around acting like me,” Angan wondered aloud, making her way to the next stall. She paused, thinking her route again. The imposter was further ahead of her by at least a bell; what if she cut her off at her final stop?  Angan hurried out of the markets to the aetheryte, then down the steps to the Horotorium. It was usually her last stop, so she could go to the library for a new book, and then take the aetheryte back to the Exedra. She hurried down the stairs, her powerful tail swinging behind her.

In the Horotorium, no one seemed to notice anything amiss with her presence, other than noting how oddly *early* she was. “And you’re sure, there hasn’t been another drahn that looks like me down here” she asked the botanists.

“No one except you, Angan. Is something the matter?”

She shook her head, scratching behind her horn a moment in thought. “Thanks anyway,” she replied, turning away. She approached the Cabinet of Curiosity, deciding she could at least get her new book while she was down here, and then return to her daily errands.

The doors of the great library swung open in front of her, and she looked up in time to see –

She blinked.

She saw herself blink back at her. At least, it could have been her, if she had decided to put a flower in her hair and color it bright pink. Or if she had decided to dress as if she were cavorting on a stage in Eulmore.

Angan raised a finger, pointing at the other woman. “You!” She took a threatening step towards…well, herself. “I have been looking all over for -!”

The other woman went wide-eyed, then made a dash for the nearby aetheryte. Her hand reached out and she was gone in a flash, just as Angan managed to hustle to close the gap with her. She cried out in frustration; the woman could be anywhere in the Crystarium now, or even leaving.

But there had been no mistaking that face…those horns…the tail even. Her eyes had been ringed yellow, like Angan’s…the patterns of scales covering her. The woman could have been her twin, had Angan not known better.

“Who the hells do you think you are,” she said to no one in particular. “How did you…wicked white…”

At that moment, Angan thought it may be wise to finish her errands in the markets – the sooner she finished, the sooner she could enjoy a much-needed drink.

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.

Dream Journal 5

This dream was full of pain. I pray even more that it was just a dream, because if this was real

 I wish I could find this girl and rescue her.  she was in so much pain, and so very scared.  She was younger, not the same grown woman from my last dream.  But the skin, the hair, the eyes     I swear she was a twin, if not the same woman.  But the setting was all wrong – it was dark, and dirty.  It smelled of sweat and blood.  Snarls and howls could be heard through the caverns. And this girl just sat, head resting on her chest, the final remnants of her sobbing slowly ending.  Her legs were out in front of her as she sat, heavy chains bolted to the floor and clasped around her ankles.  Her arms were held above her head, the blue skin marred with dark bruises and blood, her hands dangling limply from above the shackles around her wrists.

She coughed, weakly, before groaning, and I could feel the pain in her arms and legs.  And then she, too, seemed to be aware of my presence. She couldn’t look up – so injured she was – but I knew she was talking to me.

“Please…help me.”

I know I moved toward her, but I actually did reach her.  too many dreams I’ve had where I could not reach out and help, but this time I did get to her.  I knelt in front of her, my hand resting softly on her cheek.  “What happened,” I asked her, and she laughed bitterly.

“I’m hallucinating,” she said, slowly picking up her head to look at me.  “Even you don’t know what happened”

I know I shook my head – I don’t think I said anything else the rest of the dream.  I saw memories, rather than her explain what happened. Hulking men like wolves had surrounded her.  She was escaping.  They caught her and beat her.  They broke her limbs to keep her from escaping again.  She’d been here for days, hoping for rescue.

“Please…daddy…”  I was brought back from the memories to see her head resting again.  She was sleeping, though the look on her face showed she had no comfort here.  I kissed her forehead, and before I knew it I was pulling my head out of the water of my bed.  I came here frantically to write it all down – even now the memory of it is fading.

Who is this girl? What did she do to deserve such treatment?  And why could she see me as well as the other…

As her twin? I know not how, but I know they were two very different people…and yet something about them is familiar to me.

D&D Character Types - Anafenza Ejinn

Bold what definitely applies to your muse. Italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair, hot  temper,  old  jeans, heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos, backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips, air  ripped  from  lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   homemade  bread, white  lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek, pep  talks,  no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion,  long  showers,  selfies, following  dreams, rosy  cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila,  loves  easily, animated  storyteller, full  of  comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   »   list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue, band-aids  and  neosporin, shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun, necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts, formal  clothing,  astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids, speaking  up  for  friends, feathers, motivational  quotes, vivid  dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird  watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards, lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies, thrift  shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk, pig  latin, bare  feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers,  braided  hair, naming  potted  plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goosebumps, leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it, bronze  locks, no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots,  stories behind  scars,  table  for  one,  official  soundtracks,  sore  calves, trusts  themselves  the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »  always  trying  to  be  better, wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga, sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist  design,  a breath  of  fresh  air, baby  animals,  volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks,  noticing  the  little  things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school  uniforms, thick  jackets, sleeping  with  the  windows open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking,  compasses, i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens, cold  morning  air,  big  soul, likes  routine, secret  romantic, last  to  get jokes, sunflowers,  practical  presents,  misty  weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal  tea, smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears, camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives,  first  impressions, anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins,  burnt  marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,  messenger  bags, holding  grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm,  candid  photos, lost  phone chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social chameleon,  clashing  clothes,  self-deprecating  jokes,  claw machines,  sits  in  chairs  wrong, smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses,  eats  nothing  or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   »   infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine, lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy, believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations, sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies,  poetry  books,  blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins, envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids, key smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes,  experimental  art,  flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles  of  textbooks,  cat  in  lap,  keeping  a  diary, indecision, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café, lingering  touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions, taking  on  too  much  responsibility, collections , chalk  dust,  comfy  robes,  unnecessary  apologies, coming  home  after  a  long  day

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Tagging: Anyone else who would like to do it. Just tag me so I can see! <3

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Looking to offer this type of drawing where your WOL is looking over a ledge.

It would be colored! Asking for $20.

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