This is the World Refugees Journal of Emmy, aka ladybrighid3333 and now dreamwriteremmy

I post all my World Refugees related fanworks here, as well as IC journal entries and WR-inspired OOC brain-ooze.

This is also the TOC where I link to anything I write in the OOC comm if it's related. :)

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Song x Xemnas(unrequited) and Song x Orpheus FST
General WR Playlist(including the above FST)

Kingdom Hearts Magical Theory
Living Dreams and Precious Illusions: The City of Always Part 1
Living Dreams and Precious Illusions: 20 years after the Refugee Crisis


doll by harpie_siren, blinkie by syandstix @ sinandinnocence

Weird between Seph and I solving the mystery of the missing Eli, I really shouldn't doubt myself quite so often...

Hmm... I think I'll give the dregs of this cold about a week before going back out into the multiverse.

I don't think Sheridan enjoys being the 'mute ten year old I'm babysitting'. Why did I even use that as an explanation? Hell if I know.


To-do:

1. first stop will be Radiant and I'm staying until Eli's birthday.... I'm going to leave belated Christmas presents at Rainbow's End for people to pick up at their leisure.

2. then i'm going to Twilight because I'm supposed to be doing that housesitting job... the Casa's a secondary home for Refs... hnn... I wonder if I should ask Yen Sid about renewing the wards on the Casa....


Random:

I miss my dream-sister too... :/ All the birds fly the nest and I'm alone waiting and dreaming.

I don't know what I'm supposed to think.

They're planning on bringing Radiant back.

But, I feel so outside it all. Like I'm removed from it.

I think I tried to believe that maybe Radiant would be home when I stayed.... Because Earth certainly wasn't home anymore.

Now, I'm not so sure.

If it were home, shouldn't I be excited and eager to help like the rest of them?

Instead, I'm overworking myself here at Olympus Coliseum and trying not to think about the fact that I don't know where my "home" is yet.

And it's times like these when I really miss my siblings, both Earth and Dream. I think I'm gonna go find Dream-Sister after Nike Tournament....

[It looks like Sheridan took a leaf from a few of the other companion-critters. Though if her expression is any indication as she's standing in the forefront, she doesn't have any mischievous motives. She looks concerned. In the background Dreamwriter can be seen tossing things recklessly onto her bed the scarab brooch at her throat has an orange stone.]

Where'd I put it?! Sheridan, where's my quill!

[The fae turns around and begins making hand gestures, eventually pointing toward the pillow of her owner's bed.

Even though Dreamwriter's turned to face Sheridan, it doesn't look like she notices the camera's on. She lays down on top of the things on the bed pulling the quill out from between the head of the bed and the mattress behind the pillow.]

[she sighs, running her fingers over the black and silver feather she's not looking over at the laptop anymore] Why...? I'm not supposed to. I'm. It's. This. I'm not. Not me...

[Sheridan flits over to her owner and glances at the camera before fiddling with the brooch holding the cloak in place. Dreamwriter sits up and sighs]

I get it, if I'm going to mope, I should take off the coat.

[She blinks as she unpins the brooch and glances toward the laptop, apparently now she notices the video function's on and she seems as inflated as an upset bird] Do I need to give you my kidslocked account, Sheridan?!

[The fae makes a few more hand gestures then frowns at the camera then pouts at her owner]

[Dreamwriter visibly deflates] Well...I suppose if you were worried. Just go shut it off and make sure it's not posting to the community.

[Sheridan comes back to the laptop and moves back and forth between close to the camera and back a bit. Keys tap as she moves. She's apparently checking to make sure she's doing as her owner said. Then the transmission cuts]

When the “distinguished guests of honor” aka The Princesses of Heart were brought to Disney Castle by Sora and the gang, Dreamwriter was sitting looking out the window of what had been the menagerie down into the courtyard.

She was having a late night, talking with Sheridan and attempting to beat her way through a history book while worrying about her friends.

The following morning, DreamWriter found herself called to see the Queen and then found herself being made into a lady’s maid for the guests. She blushed, “It’s an honor, Your Majesty.”

She spent most of her time making rounds to make sure each of the princesses were comfortable, though half the time she worried because most were like Sleeping Beauties most of the time, lacking energy and enthusiasm and it was worrisome at best, though she supposed these princesses were the lights of their worlds. And that echoed across their behaviors as most of them, their worlds were dark, casting a currently inerasable shadow across their light.

Of the Princesses, Kairi was the one with the most energy. And DreamWriter clung to making sure that this one Princess, the Star of Sora and Riku’s lives, didn’t fall to pieces like the rest of the Princesses seemed to be.

As the end of the week rolled around, DreamWriter found Kairi faltering, matching the increasing darkness the Refs on Radiant were worrying incessantly about. She turned to encouragement, taking lines from Sora, King Mickey, Ryune, Axel, and even Kairi herself to try to bolster the girl's spirit. “Chin up, Princess. Darkness makes light shine brighter, so shine for Sora and Riku and Roxas. Remember, no matter how far apart, each world shares a sky and a sea, so even if the world itself is gone, its sky and its sea – its potential for regrowth is still existent.”

She also mirrored this same energy toward the refs, who were doing their best to plan an offensive and defensive stance to protect their new home against all odds. Someone had to make the encouraging speeches after all... and it was something she knew she could do now.

I look at the community and I don't know what to say. I write and I act.


But right now, we don't know what we're doing. Heaven knows we may well be shooting our feet by not acting, but it's not easy to know when movement is necessary when you're afraid of the mines hidden underground.


I wanted a break. I needed a break. Doesn't stop me from worrying though. I feel like a coward for not returning to Radiant Garden when the barrier went down when everyone else did. I'm repeating the past. I should move. I should. I can't stick my feet in the ground like this. But, I don't know what else to do. Is there something I'm supposed to do? Last time I helped by research and my own interpretation of magic... Hmm... I think I'm gonna go hit the books again. Nothing better to do and I don't think I'm gonna get sleep tonight.

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OOC: ...post otherwise known as "DreamWriter has no idea where-the-fuck she actually is in canon and is filling in the blanks as she's been MIA since the barrier was up around RG".

Coldplay - Lovers in Japan ~ Reign of Love [... i'll be honest i'm NOT sure where i was going here]
Eva Cassidy - Songbird [Songbird - Orpheus v. Josi]
Kate Bush - Prelude [Eli~]
The Cranberries - Dreaming My Dreams [Songbird - contemplating about Orpheus Josiah [again]
This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren [Calum to Lilith]
Miriam Stockley - Perfect Day [Christmas break/Hawaii]
Andrew Bird - Yawny at the Apocalypse ["the multiverse is redundant"-syndrome]
Ruby Throat - Salto Angel [... i want to put this as a sephiroth song but i'm not sure how well it works yet]

While other refugees gleefully went after chasing Calum in their quest to save both Ryune and Josiah, the DreamWriter sat at a desk in Radiant Library that looked over the town, the town now abandoned by much of the Refugees. If one looked at her from the entrance, it looked like she was frozen in place and time had stopped, her eyes were closed and she seemed almost at rest. All that moved was her hands, Hope-Writer, the black and silver quill in her hands scrawling across parchment. Spirit Writing, or Automatic Writing was what this was often called on Earth. However, she wasn't writing words from Spirits, but words from her own heart. The Scarab at her neck, held the carnelian still... The symbol of connection.

Sheridan lazily sat on the nearby windowsill, watching over the Refugee.

The scrawl on the paper read something like this -

DreamSeeker, Dreamer, Messenger... Lover, Villain, Outsider....Twilight, Darkness, Light... Always connected, always together. Hard enough though our paths be... Never lost, never forgotten. Some things will stay, some things will go. Oneday, brilliance we evoke together, the balance of worlds, will save us all. Worlds sleeping are not dead. The cycle must return. The sun will rise, our hearts will blend. Our wish will be. Dream together.

The fight may last, but hope shines true. Whatever is given, can be saved. And little most know, memories serve far greater purpose in love and hope. For they are what build us up, and they are what define us as much as our actions.

We are waiting to stop dreaming. We are waiting to move. Help us turn to what we should.

also, I'll admit writing with a mirror also sucks more. :D

Little Sheridan's proving herself useful, though she thinks all this is rather funny. She's laughing at me... Or at least that's what it seems to be. She signs, rather than talks or jingles. My apartment's clean, though. Good I suppose.

I should put up a picture post of all the stuff I got at Star Market at some point... including Ryune and Brandon's wedding presents...

Oh, and Song, if you need some parchment before this curse wears off, feel free to stop by. you know where I live, even though it's not exactly close to Rainbow End at all.

this version is unsorted and has 2 versions of i will follow you into the dark as im not sure which one i like more lol

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