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Dark times lay ahead, with insanity seeping in and corrupting all the good in Ana's life. It's a race against time to resolve her issues before she loses her family forever. Before she loses herself forever.

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I loved my ex-wife...before the divorce...and before her power became too great for her children and myself to be safe around...I know not where she has gone now, off perhaps on some great exodus that will end in an apotheosis that gives her the control she needs to ensure she is of no danger to those she cares most about...” Henroth says, giving a forlorn look into the depths of a crackling fire that was nestled in the crook of blackened brick and mortar.

“I can only pray for her safety, and for her swift return. Her daughters miss her terribly, as does our son...Perhaps...perhaps one day we will know each other as we did before...but I cannot have her close to those she would harm.”

@olivia-lovecraft tyvm!

@susan-gampre for mentions

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Journal Entry; The Horror

The following chapter is a personally scribed entry from Ana-Juli, written hastily and with tiny water splotches staining a handful of letters (likely from tears).

Unspecified Date; Time Unknown

I had the strangest of dreams...

I woke with an ache. Sudden, sharp. It ran so deep it ripped me straight from sweet slumber. Feeling cold even with the soft thick duvet covering myself and my husband, whom I always woke to being cuddled up with in some manner, and I... I was still so unbelievably cold. So cold I feared to cry, and by the Shadows didnt I wish I could to release the pent up emotion of agony, but I was worried. I genuinely worried the tears would crystalize whilst welling in my eyes, it was so miserable.

But of course, Henroth did not stir. He was sound asleep even while cuddling a striaght icicle. That lug could sleep through an avalanche, but heaven forbid someone start cooking a slab of pork belly. The frying bacon would wake him quicker than anything in the world.

To move my arms had the sensation of pins pricking the skin was enough to kill, like ice cracking and splitting but my skin was the ice. Strange, abnormal. Like everything in my life, thus I grew to worry if it was simply my body reacting poorly to an illness?

The most intense cold Id ever endured, but then again I had always reacted poorly to colds... It wasn't often I gained them but when it did happen it always weakened everything that was me in essence and body. My flames are me, the magic courses through my veins, to have it snuffed by something as small as an infection was enough to wound my pride as was, but the physical toll it took was so unbelievable... This was a different feeling entirely. I was more than just weak. Even with colds the fire in my veins were simply just not as intense, a most pathetic feeling. But I had to be sure if my suspicions were correct.

I finally accumulated the courage to rouse from bed and from there the sensation only worsened. I had it in my head that Id get to the bathroom and try to envelop myself with a cocoon of flame. It made perfect sense in my head to do this inside a bathroom as small as Henroth and I's, but my gut was twisted with grief while my head begged for reason-- I ignored it. My own selfish desire to quickly beat a cold won over the logical concern that I wouldn't be able to control the flames if I pushed myself too hard-- And Shadow forbid I light a cotton towel aflame. I'd never let myself hear the end of it!

Alas, midst stumbling into the bathroom eith my head so jumbled paired with my already weakened state resulted in me stubbing my toe, and even banging my knee into the bathroom doorway-- Painful moments that were amplified with the ache of the insufferable ailment plauging my ice cold flesh. But the most frustrating moment occured when I tried to conjure even a simple flame, when I finally closed the bathroom door. Try as I might it was as if I wasnt with any powers at all...

I sat in that bathroom for what felt like hours, having long since fallen to my knees and curled up into a ball all while fighting to conjure something-- Steam, radiate warmth, anything at all... I strained myself for so long I nearly fainted from exhaustion. In truth there had been spots forming in my eyes, but still I begged the Shadows to aid me, to guide me...

With one final sob of, "Shadows preserve me," the spots in my eyes became too overwhelming. I fell into unconsciousness, curled up into a ball in the middle of the bathroom floor.

And then I woke up. Sweat pouring down my face and collecting all over the pajamas I'd worn to bed.

The pain had gone. The sense of illness alleviated from my senses-- I could move without feeling thousands of needles stabbing at tense muscles and tearing into soft flesh. The fire in my veins werenas strong as ever.

But I'd never felt more scared in that moment, because the comfort of simply writing the experince off as a dream was ripped from me. Still could I feel a different though prominent throb.

Peeling back the blanket had my fear been reaffirmed. The visibly bruising flesh on the toe which I had stubbed and the knee I hit were dark blue and purple, fresh. Wounds during what my conscious state could only hope to describe as a terrifying realistic nightmare with unconscious sleep walking.

But when ever had things been quite so easy? Perhaps I will keep writing these journals, if anything else suspicious happens. But I cannot tell Henroth... I don't want our family on edge because mommy is having terrible dreams.

I'm certain I can concur this on my own.

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"Among black hearts I am most at home; And yet still I yearn for more color. My regret is bottomless, my guilt as powerful as the cries of my children when mommy is too quiet... Because surely they know she mourns too."

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Can you talk about the darkest roleplay moment youve ever had?

To be frank, Ive had quite a few dark roleplay moments with a great many of wonderfully twisted writers on each of my muses. From Susan's abduction and torture, to Emillie ( @emily-r-oswan ) surviving a long fall that left her a broken and mangled mess which required long recovery...

However, among the many dark moments the darkest I can think of would have to be a roleplay I experienced on an AU Moon Guard Ana-Juli ( @anajuli-mirkstone ), after she was anointed Prophetess of the Great Shadow in her cult.

Now, I'll go ahead an explain that in the Ordo Tenebrae the "Prophetess/Prophet" is the highest prestige anyone could receive. It is the position of which someone who has taken the spiritual path can be granted after years of proving your worth. You become one with the Great Shadow, you become its speaker. You commune its desires, heed its demands and because of that you have a hand in leading its followers.

And Ana was going crazy. She couldnt handle all that power. It was killing her, twisting her mind and bringing her to extremes. It was poisoning her thoughts to a point where she believed the only way to save her son -- which she and her girlfriend of the time (Connie) were blessed with thanks to the Jester ( a powerful, morbid and twisted man who worked as a weapon of the Great Shadow ) insiminating Connie in a deal that after their sons first birthday the Jester will take him to the Shadow Realms -- was to sacrifice him to the Great Shadow.

She almost succeeded. Alas, it cost her relationship with Connie, and her leadership as Prophetess.

Ana was later sacrificed herself. Which, for the Ordo Tenebrae, is a horrific and shameful way to go if you do not offer yourself up. Sacrifice was her punishment. She'd be sent to the Shadow to endure its torture for misleading the Ordo, for not trusting in her people to help her carry the burden of leadership.

The best way to die in the Ordo is in battle, fighting their mortal enemies ( Light Templars ) or naturally. But never being tied down to an altar and stabbed/cut by each member of the Ordo until the Tyrant (the second most powerful leader of the Ordo who governs and leads those who follow the marital path) rips your heart out.

She died scared, and in alot of physical and emotional pain.

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Owners insta: pixiechickxoxo

Making the Great Shadow proud this Hallows End, portraying an enchanting sorceress in his image. His sexy image.

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Shadow Witch aesthetric

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She knew she was foolish. Ana knew better than to trust her thoughts when she was left to over think and doubt and over analyze that which neednt even be concerned over... Small details blown up and taken way out of proportion.

But she believed the woman. Truthfully, Gwen's words settled some of her concerns and stayed the interfering and intrusive thoughts that ran rampant through her mind.

Of course, she felt foolish for having blurted out her statement of accusation like she had... Leading to the Valdemar woman to murmur, "I... Im sorry, dear. I'm just..," she'd hesitate, her voice small, meek, "Lost. I'll find myself in due time, I swear it."

@gwenya

🌋 :D

“I’ve convinced myself my husband prefers you over me.”

Ana-Juli regretted saying it the moment it left her lips, but something in her eyes bore how deeply her doubts and worries ran…

@gwenya

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🌋 :D

"I've convinced myself my husband prefers you over me."

Ana-Juli regretted saying it the moment it left her lips, but something in her eyes bore how deeply her doubts and worries ran...

@gwenya

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It's nobodies favorite thicc wifey! 💋

Such an amazing experience-- I absolutely recommend artsysera for your next drawing, she's such a doll! :D

A soft looking lady, comission for @anajuli-mirkstone 

A true sweetheart to draw ;-;

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Send 🌋 and my muse will blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when they see your muse

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Missus Ana-Juli Valdemar is smoking hot.

@blackenedhelm

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"To welcome you to the neighborhood I had my jeweler make you something special!" The necklace she hands over is stunning; a gorgeous collar necklace made of black zirconium and white gold, inset with an extraordinary black diamond. The design is shadowy in nature, taking the form of dark tendrils around the neck and collar, holding the diamond in its center as if it were a watchful eye.

Slowly Ana-Juli sunk into the beauty of the accessory, completely smitten with it's design and flare... It was all Ana, it bore her soul elegantly.

This is why she was so at a loss of words. Normal mundane words could not fully fulfill the way to express how she felt.

"H-," she chirps, "How did you..? Why did you?" She straightens up to stare toward Gwenya, her eyes soft with thankfulness, desire even...

"I can't believe... You'd go to such lengths to welcome me," she shutters, her eyes flashing with longing before her eyes would begin to blink rapidly, teara welling, "I'm so touched!"

@gwenya

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"You should open up a comedy club and name it 'The Smirkstone'!"

Ana sunk her face into the palm of her hands, her left hand caressing the back of her right, leaning heavily into her elbows as both hands supported the weight of her facepalming self.

"Great Shadow, perish the agony that comes with these puns."

@gwenya

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"I was asked to star in one of those new film productions starring myself interacting with some shadow things and was hoping you'd consult for authenticity. The title is 'Bimbo Loves Tentacles II: Dark and Deep'. I think it's a romance."

Slowly Ana blinked, her lips popped open into an expression of astonishment before she'd chuckle dryly, "Uhm.. Oh," she snorts, shaking her head, "Ima need black coffee for this conversation, um... Okay, darling. I'm willing to help!"

@gwenya