Michael Cunningham, From “The Hours,” Originally Published C. 1998

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…

Dream Journal 9

He said “what if you’re dreaming of someone you used to be?”  And the damn scar burned like it knew!

What if it’s not someone I used to be     What if it’s someone she was?

I need to find a way to Idylshire, for the library there.  Or Ishgard, to research her house

Seven hells, I hope this gives me answers…

24S, 5AM

Another clear dream.   Now and then they are crystal clear as if I am watching events unfold before me, a witness to things.  Of course I have had dreams like these before, of memories of the Steppe.  My tribe, my parents and family

This was strange though, fantastic in nature.  I was flying, as easily as I could swim through a river.  I could feel the wind in my face whipping my hair behind my head. I felt an energy wrapping around me, electric.  I laughed and it was then I recognized the sound was not my voice but my head voice.

Everyone has a voice they use in their minds.  I noticed some time ago mine is not the same as my spoken voice, and I know not when the two changed.  But this voice I heard while flying over mountains of glass and steel was the one in my mind. I knew it was a dream then – because obviously the flying didn’t give it away.  But when I realized I was dreaming I stopped in mid-air and turned to the mirrored surface of a mountain to look at my reflection, feeling something was amiss and that I was being watched.  I managed to catch a glimpse of blue before I woke, and found myself in bed in my room, splashing in the shallow water.

OOC. Color tag, Anafenza.

Rules: Pick four colors you associate with your character. Then use the gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each color. Tag 10 other roleplayers to do this. I can’t do this...but if you like it, then REPOST ! Do not reblog.

PINK (duh)

Grey

Deep Blue

Purple

A hug, offered to a River Knight whose heart aches. Featuring @stormscream.

“You’ll always have a place here.”

A typical evening at the Tower, swapping stories and worries at the bar in the lounge.

Featuring @khalacrumbles, @eightswordsparrow, @laznenharuya, @little-purple-thundercloud, @mercermachines, @steelcarbuncle, @ablebuns, and @stormscream.

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.

The Warrior of Light from Final Fantasy 14 is so funny. Like there's nothing inherently hilarious, it's pretty standard Fantasy Hero fare, but it's just the epitome of it, because it never ends.

Imagine being a normal person in this world and you see this catgirl living down the street going about her business. One day she's out getting groceries, another she's practicing archery, another she goes on a date with her wife. Then the next day she slays a dragon god summoned from beyond time or some shit. And the next day she's going fishing. And you're not even impressed anymore. Because this person has been single-handedly protecting the world for years. But there's nothing else special about her. She's normal. She's getting the same groceries you are. She raises racing birds in her spare time. She destroyed a giant robot by herself yesterday. She's wearing a new scarf.

I like this...

Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

🌕 An RP experience.

So, a rant about an RP experience from me, the mun…hmmm…I dunno, most of my experiences have been alright.  I’ve had a few that haven’t been great…but in truth, I’m more frustrated/angry/guilty of being the one to be ranting about.  I know I’ve made a mess of a few RP situations and burned a lot of bridges.  The biggest issue with me is when depression sinks in and I have this feeling that…no one wants to play with me anyway…so what’s the point?  That’s when I’m the worst…and all I can offer is that, if you happen to find yourself the target of my ire…just please be patient with me.  I’ll come around in a day or two…I promise…