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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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I am considering the headcanon that the one of the ancient trio who has gold in the colour of their soul is actually Hythlodaeus, for a couple of reasons

a) I imagine Emet’s soul being shades of purple and that way their souls would match the other’s eyes.

b) Azem is associated with gold and orange, but at least back in heavensward, their aether was canonically blue, so I don’t personally headcanon the colour of their crystal being the colour of their soul. And even though it may easily just be the colour of their seat as that of the Sun, I still incorporated those colours into her design before she was Azem, so I imagine it was partially inspired by her preferences as well - she loves those tones because they remind her of things she finds beautiful. Like the dawn, and Emet, and Hythlodaeus.

With that in mind, think if Hythlodaeus had a memory crystal created by the most sentimental one of the three, as Azem and Emet’s were, it’d be blue to complete the trio.

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my favourite thing about ffxiv fandom is that every patch cycle there comes this whole wave of blorbo poisoning and everyone's wols just roll helplessly along in the tide like pebbles as people latch onto a new funny little guy (gn) and use their wol as a crowbar to pry the unfortunate blorbo open

the Dancing Green phenomenon is so far the best and funniest version of this

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The other scene that lives rent free in my head <3

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Bravely Art Project 2025 - Interest Check

Hello! As we're now approaching a remaster of Bravely Default, and because this month is the tenth anniversary of Bravely Second and ten years since the first collab we did, I was thinking this might be a good time to start a new project! I've attached an interest check to see if people would rather a collab or a Bravely week, and if so what dates, so please feel free to fill that out if you are interested!

Additionally, I will no longer be hosting Bravely Collabs on twitter, due to the recent changes in the platform. The account is still up in the meanwhile, but events will not run there for the foreseeable future. I have made a bluesky as a replacement (and also a contingency in case anything should happen to tumblr), so please check us out there if you are interested! We also still have a discord, for both the Bravely Collabs, and Bravely Santa.

Thank you for your participation, and for all the support over the past ten years!

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4/7/25

What is a job your wol(oc) wont/cant learn? why?

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#wolqotd I think this question has floated around plenty, but it's always interesting to me:

How much time do you headcanon has passed for your WoL from ARR to now?

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Hey, oomfies! This Eid, let’s spread some more love to Gaza. Grassroots orgs there are doing incredible work despite the many limitations...getting food, meds, and shelter to families who’ve lost everything. Even a few bucks can make a real difference. Donate the cost of a coffee!

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I have been levelling the crafters on Celus recently (because doing that once wasn't enough), so I drew him during the downtime!

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For your viewing pleasure, trailers beneath the cut!! vvvv

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Oh I have a WoL/OC question for all of you that have beaten Dawntrail!

Would your WoL/OC buy Gulool Ja a coffee or energy drink?

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Note: your title, not your URL--for instance, mine is "I have a few dice…one or two maybe"

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Kinda fucked up that ffxiv was able to make a villain who says shit like "darkness reigns" and "the arcane is mine to command" during his big monster boss fight a genuinely compelling and sympathetic character. Like bitch you're not supposed to be saying dollar store darth vader shit while im crying about our inevitable yet tragic confrontation. How is this allowed? Is this legal?

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Not my WoL’s story, but my Azem’s, I am dragging out the Ancient City Lore.

Azem was born in Amaurot, but she grew up in (and considers herself from) the city of Pytho, nestled at the base of the Parnassos mountain range and spanning much of what the Source will now know as the Dravanian Forelands and Hinterlands. In size, it was second in its region only to Amaurot, its capital (though indeed not even Amaurot could boast the title of largest city on Etheirys). Surrounded not only by mountains, but by verdant forest, the city was a popular spot for researchers in the fields of geology and botany to visit for their work, take a shine to, and ultimately settle down in. Indeed, many families in the region hailed from Pytho. There was no branch of the Akadaemia Anyder or other universities in the Parnassos area, however, so when children came of age they would often leave to study elsewhere, such as in Amaurot - as Kassandra, Hades, and Hythlodaeus chose to do.

Above all though, the main draw of Pytho was undoubtedly for the students of prophecy, for there sat the Oracle. Future sight, though not unheard of, was rare, and one of the few abilities bestowed to the Ancients that could be passed down through blood. The Oracle’s line was told to be the most potent, so people would travel all across Etheirys to hear their prophecy and study its teachings. The last Oracle to take the seat was ancient even by the standards of the Ancients, to the point where none could recall her true name. She was supposed to be succeeded by her daughter Pandora, and she would be succeeded by her daughter Kassandra. But Pandora died young, and even if Kassandra had not become Azem, her sight was not powerful enough to utilise at will, so she would have made for a poor Oracle. So her grandmother maintained the role until she foresaw the Final Days - a future so terrible that the sight of it killed her.

In the mountains to the east of the city was one of its most notable landmarks, that could be seen from a distance even by those with weaker sight due to its density of aether: the Crystalline Cave. It was believed that a scholar who lived in the mountains accidentally created a creature that could corrupt any aether into an irreversible, crystalline form simply by touching it with its saliva (or breath - nobody cared to test the theories). Naturally, the scholar, his study, and the surrounding area remained in the cave where the creature was conceived, frozen in crystal for eternity, as though they had been carved into the mountain itself. The creature then made for the city night after night for a month destroying research and wildlife, and though help was summoned, it did not come for a time. To the point where a young girl took it upon herself to defeat the creature, and one night she set out to hunt it down, with two of her concerned friends in tow. The children did manage to blind the beast, but it managed to catch the girl on the left arm, which slowly began to crystallise and turn necrotic. It would have been their end, had a woman with a red mask and a spear-toting bounty hunter not arrived at the perfect moment and slain the creature ere it had the chance to deal any damage again. The girl’s two friends often argued over which of them had bought the time needed for their saviours to arrive - the one who’s extraordinarily powerful magicks had wrought a shield to defend them from its blows, or the one who’s unparalleled aethersight had guided a blow to the beast’s weakness (each downplaying their own contribution). And with the threat quelled, the red-masked woman managed to slow the spread of the girl’s aetheric corruption before it could reach anything vital, and in the end, only her arm was damaged, forever solid crystal right down to its core.

It was not that moment that cemented Venat’s decision to pass down the seat of Azem to Kassandra. But it certainly helped inform it, for first impressions do tend to stick.

4/5/25

#wolquestion #wolqotd

What is a piece of worldbuilding/ world based HC you made for your wol(oc)'s story?

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What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

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jumping consoles