#aether fount

[frog50animation]

The pilot for Aether Fount premiered 1 year ago today. Thank you for all of the support this project has received. There will be more Von, Uuda, Morren, Dala and Berko in the future.

If you haven't seen it yet then you can right here: https://youtu.be/o9p9FDqvU70

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Swiss keeps you stocked up on good study snacks and comes in with new ones somehow just knowing you needed more.

Aether comes in every now and then, making sure you’re taking breaks and not wearing yourself out.

Mountain is like the fount of all knowledge so he helps you with the parts you struggle on.

Rain and the Ghoulettes all make really pretty study materials for you, and a bespoke study timetable too.

Dew and Phantom balance all the books and notes between them as you need certain things from the library.

All of them help you test your knowledge and are very very encouraging.

[enter favourite Ghoul(s) here] wait outside the exam hall for you to be done, then you all go out for ice cream after, just like they’d all promised as they helped you.

(Ik this wasn’t really a blurb but I hope it okay. You got this!)

Oh.... my god? Thank you so much I'm actually gonna cryyyy. This was so so sweet 😭🖤

Need all the study snacks and help rn so this was perfect!!!

[talesfromgringolandia]

Felenor the Warrior

continued to advise King Azor and Queen Elym, as the Kirla astronomers sighted new comets in the sky. Felenor's advice was to prepare for war - establish a warrior class for each race. So Azor ordered it to be done.

The Elrathi set aside a group of newborns who were trained, educated, and enhanced from birth. These Druids were given command over creatures and plants. The Lralku chiselled out of stone Giants and Trolls, and Lralso gave them life. The Kirla established new schools of song, dedicated to composing music of combat and battle, the masters of which were known as Magi.

Man established the Order of the Paladins, who were each given their own Sword, forged by the Lralku in the likeness of the Sword of Azor. On their Sword each man swore their own Oath, to serve their King faithfully and to protect the creatures of Galatras. As they were children of Elyon, brothers of Galatras, they were given command of the rest, as officers of the new army.

Upon completion of their training, each Great Warrior was given the opportunity to drink once from the Fount of Aether, giving them communion with the Spiritual Realm that was available only to Man. As such, these warriors were the wisest and most holy of all their race, second in grace only to their high king.

[the-baschet]

#8 - Shed

Blood sputtered from Mattisaux’s lips, dribbling down his chin in leisure. As much as he wanted to curse the world, and the dreadful gaggle of adders closing in around him, his mouth lurched open awkwardly. With great effort, he lifted his sword arm to his left shoulder and ripped out one of their fangs just to feel an even worse release of acid seep into his veins.

For what his pride was worth, the Ishgardian threw the cuspid at one of scalekin, sucked in a struggled breath from his nose, and clutched his weapon anew for another round.

All the while, a little lady, one of blonde braids wisped white and blue magicks most peculiar, twirled her bejeweled cane at the ready. “If that venom makes it to your bones then you might be crippled forever. I’m sure this will feel a little strange, so try to embrace it... It might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.” The way she smiled barely hid her bubbling excitement, soon wordlessly channeling her spell.

The grating sound of rubbing chitin filled the air as the aether swelled and a cloud of sparkling wamoura dust settled and soaked into Mattisaux’s exposed skin once she released her monstrous spell. For a moment, his body learned to react just like a vilekin, instantly and hurriedly producing new layers of skin, and simultaneously sloughing off the old, poisoned layers.

Her sweet words of succor gave him a quiet comfort and sense of security though the sensation of her magic raced his heart. The glittering powder tingled; the pain of the bite still stung and the pierce through his muscles was ever-present but the burn snaking into his skin faded at the sound of droning vilekin. A new fount of strength invigorated him as his body detoxified, though the harsh rattle of bug buzz coming from the woman unsettled him. It was so hard to get used to.

Regardless, he wasted no time in intoning a spell of his own, hastily bleeding astral energies into his blackened blade. “Gods, we will talk about this later. For now, it is time I finally cull this aggravating tangle of snakes.”

[rennivere]

0.1 - failed meetings

I have Yue/G'raha Tia brain worms and I wanted to get them down before they wriggle away. This is entirely for myself, so please excuse the mess.

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They knew each other, albeit only in passing. A proper "two ships in the night" sort of tale, one might say.

Yue certainly remembered seeing the Miqo'te, often intrigued by his mismatched eyes and the little frustrated pout that would pull on his lips as he struggled to reach a book on one of the library's higher shelves. She always wished she was a bit taller, a bit more nimble, something that would help her help him. Alas, she was neither, prompting her to simply watch him for a moment of fondness before returning to her own books.

She eventually learned his name when they shared a class together: G'raha Tia. He had stood at the front of the room after a few weeks, meek and a bit awkward as he cleared his throat, his voice fading between pitches a bit as his pubescence reared its head while he introduced himself, immediately before giving a thorough presentation on Allagan technology and aetherochemistry with the confidence of someone thrice his age. He spoke as if he had first-hand experience with the technology, proving himself early-on as a fount of knowledge on the topic.

Yue mustered up the courage to compliment him on his research not long after.

She'd never forget the way his mismatched eyes lit up with the most genuine excitement. He'd had to cut himself off from rambling, a little pink tinge spreading over his cheeks as his head dipped, hands wringing on front of him as he quietly cleared his throat before nodding in response to the young blond Au Ra boy (Yue was not 'out' at the time, mind you).

They planned to meet at the library over lunch the next day.

Yue hadn't expected to return home to learn that she was accompanying her parents on another venture to sea the next morning.

She barely had enough time to run a note to to one of the library's book keepers, insisting they give it to G'raha Tia when they saw him.

She wasn't sure if he ever received the note, or if he'd even visited the library to meet with her. She wasn't sure if he ever cared... and it would be some time before she found out.

Yue and her family returned to Sharlayan some months later, and in proper Yue fashion, she returned immediately to her studies. Alas, the class she and the ruby-haired boy had once shared had long since ended, and it would be weeks before she so much as ran into the other teen, although only briefly.

"You're back," was all he said in greeting, an almost timid smile tugging at his lips, his mismatched eyes glittering with restrained delight. Yue just smiled shyly in response, giving a small nod as she cradled a pair of books on aetheric manipulation to her chest with one hand, leaning into her crutch with another. He looked at her with a bit of intrigue and surprise, taking in the subtle changes to her appearance - the feminine fringe, the skirt to replace her slacks, the gentle pink blush across her nose and cheeks and the shimmer around her eyes. His mouth opened and closed like he wanted to comment - maybe question her, maybe compliment the change, but instead he just smiled.

"I got your note. If I'd known you'd been leaving so soon, I would've offered to meet after dinner instead," he said with a boyish grin that had Yue smiling, her head tilting to the side.

"Well... I'm still interested in learning about Allag from you, if you have time. Maybe... tomorrow, after lunch?" She suggested gingerly, a small but hopeful smile stuck to her lips - though it faded as she watched the boy's gaze drop. "Ah... I would love to... but I'm afraid now it's my turn to go on a little adventure. My guardians with the Students of Baldesion are having me join them on a... field trip of sorts. I don't know all the details yet, but... when I return I'd be happy to meet up. Then, I can tell you all the things I know, and all the new things I've learned," he suggested with a grin, shifting on his feet with gleeful anxiety.

Yue almost forgot to respond, instead just smiling for a moment as she admired the other teen's excitement.

"That sounds perfect. I'll look forward to it, G'raha,"

The boy's ears stood straight, tail twitching behind him as she said his name, and Yue had to stop herself from giggling at his expense. The Miqo'te gave a resolute nod in response, though otherwise said nothing for a moment. There were a few seconds where both just stared at each other, before G'raha let out a breath, head giving another nod.

"Right! So will I. I'm glad I ran into you again, Yos--"

"Yue," she interjected, causing the Miqo'te's eyes to widen, panic settling into his gaze as he tried to figure out if he had misremembered her name or otherwise made a horrible mistake. His mouth opened as he took in a breath, surely gearing up to rattle off apologies, but Yue just smiled, head giving a slight, reassuring shake. G'raha relaxed in response, briefly nipping at his bottom lip before swallowing, giving another nod.

"Yue, then."

Her eyes twinkled a bit with relief as she nodded in response.

"Enjoy your trip, G'raha. I'll see you when you come back."

Fate would not be quite so kind to the bookish pair, however. Before G'raha could return from his trip, Yue would be off on another of her own, and thus began the seemingly endless cycle of brief exchanges in passing between responsibilities, conflicting schedules keeping the two would-be scholars from sharing their knowledge and interests over lunch.

Even as they grew older, progressing from their teens into young adulthood, their different areas of study kept them at arms length, returning to their youth of seeing each other only in passing, catching glimpses of the other and offering a gentle wave. Yue was certain that once she'd made the decision to stay in Sharlayan full-time for her health that there would be a chance to reconnect with her childhood would-be friend, but G'raha Tia was on a seemingly endless pursuit of knowledge. It was a miracle he learned and retained anything with how quickly he seemed to flit from one place to another, always chasing after new opportunities to learn and grow and flourish. The Calamity had only seemed to spur on the Miqo'te's pursuit of knowledge.

She could hardly blame him. In fact, in many ways, she envied him and his drive.

Perhaps that was a contributing factor into her finding the courage to leave Sharlayan on her own one day, leaving behind her home and books to make for the recently formed Arcanist's Guild in Limsa Lominsa with hopes of learning more ways to cope with her physical ailments through aetheric manipulation.

She never could have guessed that the start of her adventure would be the very thing to finally bring her and a certain Miqo'te together... though it would still take many moons... and a number of life-changing discoveries and alliances along the way.

[ofdragonsdeep]

21: Grave

A sombre visit on a sorrowful day.

(discusses 2.x character death)

The Shroud did not welcome outsiders, but it tolerated Ar’telan. He cut through the underbrush, boots crunching on the twigs and grass as he walked, a familiar path by now. The Southern end of the Shroud was a busy place, in the grand scheme of things - twisted things crept in from the West, Quarrymill bustled with a healthy population of adventurers keen to brave the cursed Gelmorran ruins, Camp Tranquil warred with poachers on the edge of the woods. A few brave holdouts of goblin poachers still huddled by the little pond outside of Quarrymill, but they gave Ar’telan a wide berth as he passed. These days, his reputation preceded him.

The bones of the Coerlclaw King’s outpost still stood, too. One corner had been walled off, torches burning from atop the palisade wall, but the woman on guard raised a hand in greeting to him as he walked past. Not unwelcome, but not welcome. He was used it by now.

The air grew heavier in the tunnel to the fount, weighed down by the thickness of the aether there. He weaved his way through the water, batting plasmoids out of the way and sidestepping the boars, until he arrived at the fountain.

They called it Urth’s Gift, for reasons Ar’telan still did not fully understand. Odin had been sealed there, once, though now the weapon roamed the Shroud, resisting all attempts to contain it. He had taken part in the first few attempts to subdue it, before they had lost too many people to its hunger. Sometimes he caught word of it, as he passed through Gridania, but it was out of his hands now.

He stood in the water, looking at the wood beyond. The trees rose in defiance of mortal passage, the leaves and branches so thick even a lalafell would struggle to slip between them. The water babbled, a peaceful serenade to those around to hear it. He reached out a hand and brushed his fingers against the stone, a dozen thoughts in his mind and not a word on his fingers.

It had been three years, to the day, since he had found Wilred’s body in the water. It had reached through the numbness that had suffused him then, the cold, hard shock of it. There had been no danger in the wood, they had thought, and they had not been wrong, exactly.

It had been easier to follow orders. To do as he was told, to keep busy and not think. A weapon, unfeeling, pointed at their problems until they disappeared. They had used him like that, played politics around his fugue and not cared a whit for him. Even Alphinaud had not paid him so much as a second glance, though it was hard to imagine the boy doing the same thing now. What was to come…

It had hurt, then, like a knife in the gut, stabbed and twisted, because a part of him had wondered. If he had pulled himself from the torpor, despite the pain, despite the lack of support, despite the walls falling around him - could he have saved Wilred? 

A part of him had felt like he should have done. With time between the tragedies, he knew now that he never could have changed things - they would never have done such a thing if he was watching, but they had manipulated events so that he never could have been. But even knowing that, it still seemed like such a pointless waste.

Wilred had been buried in Little Ala Mhigo, far away from his birthplace but in the place he had made his home. Ar’telan visited there, too, but coming out here, to the scene of the crime - it felt more real, somehow. 

He had lost so many, over the years. Averted that fate for so many more. Health and crisis kept him from marking every sombre occasion, and some would say that there were too many for him to keep them in his mind every passing year, but he tried. He owed it to the dead to remember them, even if there was nothing he could have done.

But even with the clarity of hindsight, he hoped that Wilred would forgive him.

[voidtouched-blue]

I think it's time I add some of her custom spells to her profile. I have some really cool ones that are FFXIV themed. They can easily be translated into other verses if need be, but these were the original concepts when I wrote them the first time.

Buckle up because there's a lot to unpack here.

Regen: A simple spell that uses the natural healing capabilities of the target’s body to accelerate cell regeneration and healing growth. Requires no concentration, and can last for up to an hour.

Regenae: can be cast like an umbrella to nearby comrades, but requires concentration to 

cast, and only lasts about five minutes.

Aether Burn: A single target, instant cast damaging spell. More exhaustive than damaging, this spell targets the enemy’s natural aether stores. By destroying the means in which the body contains and stores Aether, it forces the energy to leak out of the victim. The more Aether an enemy has, the more visible the effect of the spell becomes.

Glare: An Astral aspected quick offensive spell. Minimal channeling time and can provide some knockback to the target. Amount of damage depends on how much energy is put into it, but it is most effective against single targets.

Adloquium: Requires a short amount of channeling to cast. Draws upon her innate Aether to heal minor wounds that would not be considered emergencies.Can be cast multiple times.

Aloquia: Can be cast in an area. Requires 10 seconds to channel, and covers all living creatures within a 10 ft radius of the caster.

Aether Mend: Requires 15 seconds to cast. Mainly used for more severe injuries that damage muscle, damage or break bones, or near fatal injuries. Uses a majority of her energy.

Surecast: Allows her to instantly cast any spell that requires a long channeling time. Will drain the appropriate amount of Aether required to cast the chosen spell over the course of 5 minutes.

Nature’s Fount: Requires only a few seconds to channel. Creates a blanket of regenerative healing over a wide area. The more friendly targets within the radius, the higher the energy cost. Regenerative properties only last until more severe wounds are no longer life-threatening, but can heal more minor injuries completely. This is considered a utility spell due to it’s fast-casted capability.

Temperence: manifests aetheric wings of light on the back of the caster, and protects them and their marked allies from severe wounds for the duration the spell is held. It also accelerates the potency of any other healing spell cast during it's active time. Consumes a large, but steady amount of Aether

Imbue: Requires a high level of concentration and energy used over time. This allows the caster to imbue spells into almost any inanimate object. The effects last longer in consumed items such as potions or even salves for healing purposes. Imbibing weapons or other tools with an element or spell can only last as long as her concentration on the item. 

Enchant: As it is not a spell she intended to use, more born out of creativity and necessity, this requires two hours of channeling, and nearly all of her energy. This is only done for weapons or small accessories like rings or charms, and can leave her unconscious in the early stages of her time as a host.

Nophica's Mend: An intermediate healing spell that requires high concentration until the subject is healed to a stable condition. Can be used in emergencies but has a relatively higher toll than basic healing spells. Used to prevent permanent damage to a subject's body if the wounds are severe enough to cripple without intervention.>

Menphina's Blessing: Requires the use of the Moonstone artifact to work. This spell can rapidly repair any injury to the subject it was cast on, as well as make them resistant to pain. The spell requires concentration on the subject, and shares the cost load between the artifact and the caster. If the spell was broken before the caster could appropriately sever the connection, the spell will backfire on both the caster and the subject. They will not be injured but will both lose a significant amount of energy.

Thal's Respite: Can be cast alone or in preparation for Nald's Reflection, this spell prepares the body for an aetheric stasis in which the caster will spare their life, or another's in anticipation of a fatal blow. If the subject does not sustain an injury that would result in death, the used Aether dissipates from the caster, leaving them vulnerable and unable to cast any Aether-based magics for a week. If the subject sustains life-threatening wounds, they would instead be given up to 10 minutes of extra time to be healed, and the excess Aether from the caster being siphoned to the subject until the subject dies, or their life is spared.

Nald's Reflection: Typically used in conjunction with Thal's Respite, this spells' Aether demands will increase with the severity of the wounds of the subject. This half of the spell only requires a few minutes to channel. Found in lost tomes of ancient healing magics, this spell will reflect the wounds of the subject onto the caster. This effectively heals the subject but can leave the caster in a fatal state.>

Liturgy of The Balance: more formally known as Nald'Thal's Price this spell combines the use of Thal's Respite and Nald's Reflection. The use of this spell is an effort to save someone from unavoidable death. Requires the same amount of time to channel as just Nald's Reflection, but the total cost of Aether is possibly cataclysmic on the caster. While channeling, the spell begins siphoning energy from nearby threatening presences, and surrounding plant life, leaving a twenty foot radius of decaying plant matter in its wake. Once the appropriate amount of energy has been stored, the wounds from the subject are transferred to the caster, and the caster's remaining aether is transferred to the subject, sparing them from death's grip and restoring them entirely. The energy siphoned hangs in the air for a brief moment once the subject is restored, but then flows into the caster, granting them a limited amount of time before their wounds actually manifest. During this time, the excess aether is used to accelerate the caster's natural healing rate in their body, granting them a chance at surviving the mortal wounds they just absorbed. The wounds will slowly manifest on the caster over the course of twenty minutes as the spell reaches its conclusion.

[All of these are from a google doc I have that's supposed to represent her actual compendium that she carries around. I still have a lot of lore I need to include, but if you want to read what I have currently written on there, click the link here]

[muse-hodgepodge]

It wasn't a strange thing for the teen that Sharlyan practiced non-intervention. After all, it's where he was from, born and raised surrounded by the greatest fount of knowledge in the world. Then his grandfather had shaken everything they'd known up by leaving with the desire to help others with this knowledge. He didn't think he'd follow suit but here he was.

As Heismay explained a few things Alphinaud gained a thoughtful look. "... I see. It's true that the names are completely foreign to me. Perhaps however that magla and aether are in essence the same thing in different forms as I can't imagine you being able to use your "Archetypes" without it?" The teen was trying to understand these differences with the little info he has. It was like trying to solve a puzzle while missing pieces. "Thank you for indulging me sir Heismay. It's always a treat to learn more about your comrades and friends." He smiles as he says that before adjusting the hold he has on the tinder in his arms. "Perhaps we should be getting back hm? The others are like to wonder what happened to us."

So, the whole of the nation practiced non-intervention? What a strange policy, though perhaps that is simply his experience talking. He had been part of a group, a kingdom, that had decided to help no matter what. So the idea of non-intervention for a whole people was practically foreign to him, especially as he is now.

Then Alphinaud noted how strange he was. "An astute observation. I suppose I can tell you some things. I hail from a land, not on any map of yours. Where instead of aether, we use magla. My homeland is the United Kingdom of Euchronia. A nation and people so far away, I doubt the name would be familiar to anyone here." He explains.

[ahrisaamariyo]

for some reason it occurred to me last night that like. the emet-selch of the past was an extremely powerful mage, hythlodaeus called him a fount of aether. and in the current day, as we know him, he's the founding father of the garlean empire, a society that has no magic and instead relies on the technology that emet-selch 'discovered'. something something sacrificing a part of yourself to further your goals. was that purposeful? because i love that as a character beat, especially for emet-selch, it fits really well with everything else he has going on

[frog50animation]

Aether Fount premiere announcement. The pilot will go live on YouTube, Dec 15th.

[punkpandapatrixk]

Happy New Year and may your heart be PINK~🌷

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Pile 1 - Fount of Healing for Your Heartbreaks

9 of Cups Rx, Queen of Cups Rx, Ace of Swords Rx & Priestess of Magick

If you could spell dreams come true, this person is it. They are the answer to all your heart's deepest longings, dreams, prayers, hopes. All you've wanted in a lover, in another human being as a life's companion, this is it. This person literally came down from the comfort of heaven to arrive at this hell of a planet just to find you, just to be and bring you everything you've dreamed of, just to love love love you like a person has never been loved.

Whatever they may look like, whatever their temperament (MBTI?) may be, whatever characteristics or personality they may have, whatever their love language may be, this person simply holds the capacity to love you in a way that makes you feel the most fortunate person in the entire world, Galaxy even. I have a feeling this other human being is so special, maybe they are even literal angel. I'm not even kidding! There's something unrealistic about their energy!! -this energy is crazy healing I'm literally a mess right now. Are you feeling this?-

Anyway, people attracted to this pile literally have the most beautiful heart in the entire world. Yet, you've gone through so much shit in life. Your disappointments and heartbreaks are literally unspeakable. You've been disappointed so much by this world. The majority of you have even needed to spend an extended period of isolation and healing; just to purify your mind, mental state, and also spirituality. I'm pretty sure you are an angel sent to this hell of a planet, and now God is sending you a literal match to accompany you in the next chapter of your Life: another beautiful angel.

God/Universe/Cosmos wants you to know: all you've done to heal yourself hasn't gone unnoticed; the Cosmos recognises & keeps everything in the Akasha Records. As a reward for your beautiful work, and for managing to maintain your Kindness in spite of everything that’s ever happened to you, the Universe is blessing you with the BEST kind of Love that reflects just that: the beautiful Love that resides in your beautiful heart. -BRB shedding tears for you because the heaviness of the pains you've gone through can't be expressed in this PAC.-

A love message from your angel lover❤️🔻❤️❤️❤️

Hey, baby. I'm coming to you, can you already feel me in the aethers? Up until now, you've had to survive alone, learn to be sufficient all on your own. I think you're such an amazing person. You're beautiful and wonderful and so, so, so unbelievably kind. I like that last part about you the most.

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Pile 2 - Hard Lesson to Grow Your Resolve

4 of Wands Rx, Page of Pentacles, 5 of Cups Rx & Priestess of Abundance

I think... you're dreamy, and sometimes can be a bit ungrounded in reality to a point of being impractical. And you're easy to sway, so much so that you may even be easy to manipulate. Flowery words, gentle gestures, people who are soft spoken and seemingly polite; you like all of that and naturally find an appreciation for individuals who showcase such traits. But, uhm... Please be careful out there in the world, my dear. A lot of narcissists and psychopaths out there are really quite adept at being charming.

Your very next relationship could very well be a hard lesson to help you mature in this regard. This may be a relationship that at first gives you a fantasy of finally settling and be forever stable and happy, only to turn out absolutely opposite. The other person could be highly manipulative and insufferably childish; they could also be in it just to take something from you. You have some kind of richness that they covet, or are envious of. Which could be why they want to destroy you.

Although this may sound terrifyingly worrying, you have to understand that you could only attract this kind of reality into your energetic field if you are already a matching frequency to this future possibility. -Please try to truly grasp this.- With that said, you SO could prevent it from manifesting by tuning into a different frequency. That may take a lot of shadow work, but it would be SO worth it, okay?

Another important thing this relationship could teach you is the lesson of letting go. You seem to have a difficult time letting go of your past heartbreaks, even if that involves friendships or familial issues. In whatever manner this relationship could transpire (should you be unable to avoid it) at the end of it, you will have matured a lot. Although this may not be the sweetest reading, there is also a divine purpose behind such a relationship. I hope you're going to be okay. Please be okay.

A comforting message from your Higher Self🔻💗

I'm sorry this message couldn't have been more assuring. Nobody likes to hear they're going to be met with an unpleasant experience. But hey, depending on how you look at things, at least it's a heads up😅I wanted you to at least be ready, so that when you're actually in the midst of the storm, you'll know already how to navigate.

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Pile 3 - Here to Stay & Take Care of Each Other Until the Very End

Page of Wands Rx, King of Swords, Queen of Pentacles & Priestess of Illumination

Do you believe in miracles? You well should, because you yourself are a miracle to this world. Allow me to elaborate LOL You... are so unique. You're different than most other human beings. Even your idea of romance and Love is so much purer than this world can even handle. You don't believe in a relationship that isn't based on mutual respect and the sheer desire to please and nurture. Too many people's idea of romance is business and transactional at best. You ain't buying any of that.

To you, a true romantic relationship is unnegotiably spiritual and unconditional. What kinda person buys into that? Most people will say you're too much of a dreamer (unrealistic) and that your idea of Love is conceptual at best. But they are wrong, because you ARE real. And yes, you can have a relationship like what you've always envisioned. Look, there are OTHERS who are also tuned into this frequency, you know. As long as you keep dreaming of each other, your resonances are going to touch each other, eventually enough.

And I think, you've definitely been in this process of dreaming each other for quite a while. I sense this pile attracts people who are either older in life, or just super insanely mature way beyond your years. If you're already quite mature in age, chances are, you've been through quite a bit and that's developed your mindset a lot. If you're young in age, you're simply unique since the day you were born and see the wold differently, that's why you have this view. I'd say, keep to your values, my dear. Don't ever compromise.

In your next relationship, there won't be room for the concept of compromise. Your thinking is like this:

why should I compromise anything if the other person poses no threat to me?? And likewise??

Exactly. Compromise is only needed when your presence is somehow a threat to the other person, or the relationship. Your next relationship won't know that concept, let alone tolerance. Mmmh... non, non, no need for that. Everything that you are, and the other person to you, is sheer perfection to each other. What you will have romantically, is the closest thing the world will ever know to a pure, unconditional Love. Well, after your dog's love for you, maybe😚🤪

A little message from your Destiny🔻💙

-Are you kidding me? Right now, I'm listening to NCT Dream's Be There For You, and it took me a while to realise it's such a SYNK!!! There. That's your message.

'I always wanna be there for you, and I know that you will feel the same'

Okay, I'm crying now.-

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[bleaksqueak]

hello okay if you dont mind my question about audric is when did his eyes change and are glowing eyes common in manifestations

Hi, I don't mind any questions, and I'm happy to answer any that aren't in spoiler territory! (Spoilers might still get answered, but with appropriate levels of nonsense.) Audric's eyes changed when he was 18, and that's due to veil attuned manifestations occurring under different circumstances than other attunements. While other attunements start showing signs of manifestation when magi are between the ages of 13-15, Veil attuned manifestations won't show up on their own and have to, more or less, be unlocked under the right circumstances. Magi who don't show manifestations by the age of 15 are taken for ceremony where their aethervials are offered to a hallow's fount. Those with compatible aetheric capacity will attune within the spring, resulting in an attunement without manifestation until they're unlocked (though, in some rare cases, a subtle physical manifestation may show up early.)

Most veil manifestations appear as auras during heightened emotion and magical exertion, while their physical components are subtle and considered secondary in nature. It's the second-rarest attunement, with only Death presenting in scarcer numbers.

As for commonality, glowing eyes show up most commonly with star attunements, but they show up in elemental and veil as well. Audric's are particularly bright, though, resulting in a more unsettling gaze than intended. (Resting lich face, if you will.)

He's not a fan.

[wives-natlho]

A plea (Jaye Devale part 6)

NOTICE: After the events of the story Scythe, an RP event was held. Prior to the event, the following two messages were posted on the Free Company Discord server:

To Employees and Patrons of the Sweet and Savoury

 I, Coco Natlho, humbly request the aid of any willing to give it. Our new close friend, Jaye Devale, has encountered a rather bothersome Voidsent. It is powerful and dangerous, and has threatened the life of our ally. The creature is connected to Jaye, and is able to see and hear what she does. Please do not inform her of this request, which is as follows: Any able-bodied fighters willing to help us subdue the demon. We have a plan. Athena has used her Sharlayan allies to help construct a crystal that can be used to trap it. Once trapped, it should be of no harm to Jaye, ideally. Given the intricacies of the situation, we have been unable to test the device on anything smaller, so we must trust the scholars’ theories. Once the creature is weakened, the crystal can be used, and Jaye’s life should be spared. For the reasons stated above, Jaye herself must be ambushed, so that the creature is caught off guard. And one of us, most likely myself, will need to spend the entire fight focusing aether into the trap, and will not be of martial assistance. 

If you are willing and able to assist, please inform either myself or Athena, so that we may plan how, where, and when we will ambush the being. 

Thank you all, 

-Coco N. 

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*Your linkpearl chimes. It’s a recorded message from Coco* “Hey, everyone. Thanks for agreeing to help. If you can still make it, make sure you can cover your face. We don’t want Jaye to catch on that it’s us. The plan is to make ourselves look like bandits. The more convincing the better. We’ll meet at Uruth’s fount tonight at 7pm. Jaye thinks she’s going on a date, so she shouldn’t be expecting anything. Once she makes her entrance, we’ll jump her and hopefully Ikkobach will come out of hiding. I’ll be channeling the trap crystal the whole time and can’t help fight, but I believe in all of you.

Thanks again, 

This means the world to us.”

[the-baschet]

#13 - Confluence

Stagnant... She is... stagnant.

The word echoed through Mattisaux’s thoughts. The word first dragged from the mouth of a demented Elezen with more carves in his visage to put the word decrepit to shame. Then lastly spoken by the fossil’s student, the one to which it concerned. How it lilted even in her cheerful sorrow to the thought.

“A tomb and a womb both. Water flowing both from and to a fount... I suppose if the flow can't work in one way, it doesn't flow the other way, either. It's just stagnant. It really is all the same...”

Mattisaux shut his eyes, moiling in his mind about her and how less frequently he will travel to Urth’s Fount. But what could he do? He knew nothing about the inner workings of the soul nor how aether truly worked. He only wished to free the melancholy from her voice, for her to smile in utter happiness.

Her soul never moved on, as he understood it. Always to repeat from mother to daughter, ceaseless in the cycle of agonizing death to screaming birth. It would never fully return to join the sea of aether, only to reform within the bound of new flesh. She was destined to die were she ever to pass on her old soul, to deliver a girl of her own... something he would need to be careful of.

She was even the spitting image of her mother, eerily so. From the old painting they recovered from the abandoned colony in the Hinterlands, there she was immortalized in the very likeness of her daughter. Blonde hair adorned with wisps of white. Pale violet eyes sunken into a complexion just as ghastly. A smile he was all too familiar with. But how?

Her ordeal was reminiscent of the phoenix, but thinking of that miserable cloudkin quickly drudged memories of the Calamity’s advent. The thought elicited a deep groan.

Who do I turn to for help now?

With how many bridges he burned to get to this point in life, his options were limited. It was just a matter of where to go next. Which bridge to build and set fire to when he was finished crossing. Where had he never been that could possibly help without readily turning him away...

“Garlemald...” He heard the aftermath of the place already, and it sounded like the least promising choice that came to mind. “Old Sharlayan...” Which seemed more viable. “...The moon?” To which he promptly shook his head. He still had trouble believing travel into the sea of stars was remotely possible and would continue to discard it until he did it himself.

[golden-mediocrity]

Channel

***Warning for self harm, violence, blood.***

The plush chair seemed to hug his form, something he had not been very accustomed to lately, the emptiness that had been consuming him from the inside was trying to fill it's own void.  Try as he might, the every-present pounding of his heart could be felt in his head and he attempted to isolate the sound's vibration in his horns, but it was no use. He channeled all he could of himself, his feelings, his emotions, his very soul into that point, desperately needing to silence the yelling of ten thousand voidsent screaming in discordant operatic melodies, giving a feeling of flesh rent from bone and tendon, but instead, applied to the inside of his mind unraveling his brain.

His blood boiled and he could feel the emptiness of the void overtaking every aspect of his senses. Mizuhiro struck out with clawed hands, and slashed at his own flesh along his chest and arms, causing rivulets of blood to follow in their destructive wake.  He could feel each and every ilm as they ripped through, he dug deep enough down to part muscle from vein, expose arteries that were normally hidden.  Even with as much pain and horror as it manifested in his mind, he still felt more in that moment, more than in recent memory.  The blinding white hot pain that pulsed in his vision, momentarily caused the screaming of the void to get washed out, the tinnitus in his horns rang out with every sawing cut and tear.  The hot drip-drip of blood tapping on the stone floor sounded like the second hand of the clock as the time of his life continued to tick on by.

There was no music, only the screams, but even with so many of them calling him home, he felt the thumping of a drum beat, the raising of another scream began to resonate separately and purposefully.  The wailing began to overtake the chorus of the rest, and it's familiarity haunted him, stabbed at his heart.  It was as if his entirety was spinning, round and round and over and over, causing his dizziness to increase.  He needed to know where it was coming from, this low guttural growl, harmonizing on it's own with itself, with a scraping blood-curdling shriek that echoed like a bat locating it's prey in the darkest of caverns, he could feel the hard pangs of hunger welling, driving him to feed, nothing was clear, his vision all a blur... He took one step, then another, and another, and on and on...

It didn't matter where he looked, walking along the nearly empty streets of the Goblet, but there were beacons out here, signalling for him, coaxing and calling him home, like the sirens of old, demanding sacrifice of ship and sanity, to crush them both on their rocky shores.  Mizu could feel the smashing of his will and rationality against the sharpest of objects, a slivered, shattered anvil, wrapped in barbed wire, ripping apart his lucidity and all reason... The rise of the chorus had matched his screaming now, pulling the ten thousand cacophonous voices into one, coordinated, identical song... The burst of white light had sprung forth in front of him, the beacon lit and answered, he bolted quick and dexterously to capture it in his arms, claws digging deep into it's flesh, along with his horns and teeth goring the entity of light, cutting it open and allowing him to feed freely on the pure fount of aether he had seized for himself.  

But in few, short moments later, the song ceased, the beacon fell dim and dull, along with everything that he had been conducting, the orchestra stopped, instruments clanged to the ground.  He crouched over the poor man, body now shriveled and desiccated, his aether fully removed so much that only a blood covered shell of what he had been remained.  There was another scream, a mortal one this time, one that shredded vocal chords and throat-flesh in a horrific display of regret and sorrow.  The Himaa dropped the corpse and stood above, tears streaming down his face along with the blood that trailed down his extremities, "No... no.... no......... no............," he continued to repeat over and over, his black-lit eyes glowed as they sought a way to escape.  He was flooded with self doubt and mortification at his actions, he had been past all of this, hadn't he? He had fallen asleep, something he had been doing more and more lately, and woke up as if from a nightmare that just didn't stop when his eyes opened, and revealed the fact that he had done this, he had let himself go, allowed his weaker nature to prevail...

He could not hold back the floodgates of pain and regret, but knew he needed to run, there was no explanation for what had happened other than the obvious, and he needed to distance himself from it as soon as humanly possible.  He picked up his feet, one after the other, faster and faster and finally until he found the end, he vaulted over the railing and down into the chasm, sliding with the rocks, and he prayed desperately he would not stop until he hit the abyss.

[afreesworn]

2: Aberrant

Tome after tome were piled on the desk, each greeting the one before it with a dull thud.

Nabi puffed out her cheeks out with a long exhale, her shoulders sagging with weariness at the bells spent thus far in research. And yet, she had learned so little. She had held some hope that even in this small nook of what passed for a library in Limsa Lominsa, that there was still valuable knowledge to be gained. But much to her chagrin, the only thing that even came close to her research was the Salt Strand, and the frozen fusion of sea and aether there.

But it had formed from the fallen shard of Dalamud, so it was still worth visiting for herself.

Tearing. Pain. Torment. Madness.

Those flashes were the only clues she had to the source of Anchor’s illness, which had twisted his aether into its current form. It was but a brief glimpse, only afforded by the small delicate fragment of her own self that existed in him.

A part of her had wondered since, if what she saw was a mere reflection of what Anchor felt. But each time she recalled those visions, to try and focus them into clarity, Nabi became more certain that what was within him was but a shard of the original source. For Nabi did feel her pain. She was crying in her endless torment, unable to do naught else but release her sickness unto others, in her desperate attempt for even a sliver of reprieve.

Nabi had to find a way. To find her. To ease her pain. To save Anchor.

Could Dalamud and the great dragons that produced the founts of corrupt aether in Eorzea provide clues as to how to do so?

Shael mentioned there were far more books to be had in Ul’dah within the Arrzaneth Ossuary, but what pulled at her even more were the rumors of a great hidden library, erected by many learned scholars of Sharlayan.

Could this place lead her to what she was searching for? Nabi didn’t know. And she doubted the answers would be easy in forthcoming. But she had to start somewhere, and the Salt Strand was as good a place as any.