#fantasia babbling

[scarletfantasia]

I am watching a friend playing Outer Wilds and he is almost not so far to find the dlc...and I realize what if Gabbro arrived at the good moment to see the Stranger? Could they have the curiosity to go there? If they did it...how their journey could be? I feel the urge to think about that possibility or write a fic about that what if.

[byrdierose]

Ice cold take but the female centaurs in fantasia are kinda fine

[secretagent9]

little kid me never realized just how gay the color purple (musical) was. presumably the book as well. i ought to read it!

[pink-tk-a-latte]

FISCHL HCS bc she’s so lee but I can’t think of a fic for her rn 💜

A LOT of people tickle her when her tyrannical yapping becomes too much. Mona especially, bc she’s sick and tired of Fischl’s chuunibyou tomfoolery and thinks it’s funny how she screams and gets all indignant with one pinch

Traveler (Lumine in my case) just likes being a nuisance and will tickle her while she’s loquaciously orating, and they'll keep playing along with her act just to be a tease ;)

Like "Oh? Seems the element of laughter is super effective against the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

Or the Traveler remains mostly terse while Fischl is babbling and screeching her head off so it becomes silent ler vs. chatty lee tehe

When she's tickled Fischl absolutely loses all ability to form words, even German and fantastical ones, like it’s BAD and the contrast is HILARIOUS

She'll go from "Retreat, perverted miscreant! Mine eyes of darkness behold thy villainous intentions and exhort thee to stay away! S-Stay away..." to "STAahfahfhsahaHAf NAOOOOO!!"

Also her laugh is squeaky, girlish, whiny, and snorty and not at all dignified or macabre.

Bennett prob doesn’t tickle her as much, mostly cuz he never thinks to, but when she unleashes the onslaught of a thousand fingers once again one day he FINALLY thinks to tickle her back.

Ofc, with his luck, he gets all the wrong spots and gets wrecked as a result. It’s probably Razor accidentally sweeping his hair across her neck that reveals it to him.

She's on the ace spectrum. That's not tk-related but it's still an hc!!

Occasionally Fischl will ask to be tickled but because of her verbose language no one can understand what she's saying TT

Lisa I bet tickles her whenever she comes to the library, especially when she would come alone and shrunken in on herself and in such strange attire. She also quotes lines from Fischl’s favorite storybooks and theatre scripts while wrecking her lmaooo

(SUMMER FANTASIA WAS EPIC anyway) Xinyan would sporadically poke her or “strum” her sides whenever she seemed down or distant, leading to a lot of tk fights. Kazuha too, except his attacks would be more deliberate and malevolently soft.

Fischl also def babysits Klee sometimes and tickles her when reading or telling her stories cuz Klee is adorable ♡

Fischl and Xingqiu would be such good friends ANYWAY I'm sure it came up once when they were reading together. Fishxing are both so competitive and prideful so their attacks often end in fights often end in begrudging draws.

Oz definitely rats her out to anyone who seems affectionately exhausted with her antics. Whatever happened to loyalty??

There seems to be a common hc that Genshin characters with skin exposed in their outfits are more ticklish on those spots, and who am I to change that? Anyway, she’s most ticklish under her arms, in the crooks of her elbows and knees, and on her legs, sides, and back/shoulder blades (also where her vision is!) like she has so much fishnet and nylon in her ensemble she’s got to be so tickly (haha get it fischnet??)

On the ler side of things, she’s got long nails, archers’ hands, and an electro bird, so… >:)

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Your smol Agni is so adorable. I wanted to ask how baby Esme reacted to small Agni. Imagine how adorable those three would cuddle XD

It could worse, if I'm being honest. I could be short as fuck forever! Agnes thought to herself as she walked back to her and Estinien's apartment in Radz-at-Han. To her shock (and Estinien's dismay) she was asked to do some recon and was provided, via Tataru, a fantasia. Lalafell Agi has returned! And will be gone by tomorrow...hopefully. As she opened the door to their apartment, she cooed at the sight of Estinien bouncing Esme on his knee. "Awwwww! Look at you two!"

Without looking up, Estinien chuckled. "How'd it go?"

Agnes shrugged. "Oh fine. Luckily, Tataru sent along my lalafell clothes and staff, not that I needed them." She made her way to the couch and sat next to Estinien. "How's my little love? How are you?" She cooed at Esme, who turned and stared at her mother wide-eyed. "It's me, Esme. It's Mummy. Shorter Mummy but still Mummy." And very fat Mummy. NO. We're not doing this. At least I know this---hyur or lalafell I am adorable! She reached for Esme's soft cheek and smiled.

Esme let out a happy yell and leaned towards Agnes. She knows it's me! Thank fuck!

Taking Esme in her very short, very small arms, Agnes pressed a gentle kiss to her daughter's still very bald head. "How was she today?"

Estinien smiled and then kissed his wife's dark red hair. "Fantastic. We had a nice little walk into a park. She fed from the bottles you left just fine. She went down for her naps with no issues. I noticed she's looking around a lot more too--eyeing everything, wanting to know what's going on." He glanced at Agnes and winked. "I think she gets that from you, sweetheart."

No, that's just being a baby, love. Giggling, Agnes kissed Esme's head again. "You're just so curious aren't you? My little baby girl, you're going to see and experience so much, so don't you worry! There's no rush, sweetie." I promise. You'll see it all. I promise. "Love, do you mind fixing me some supper? I haven't eaten for some time." Quite a long time to be honest. She gave him her sweetest smile, and like clockwork he smiles back AND I LOVE IT! AND I LOVE HIM!

"Aye, aye. I'll be but a moment." He rose and went into the kitchen, leaving Agnes and Esme alone.

Esme babbled and touched Agnes's lalafell cheek. Agnes continued to hold Esme and hummed a song that Luci used to sing to her. My little baby girl, I love you so very much. We both do.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 1, 1992

Lyrics:

Ladies and gentlemen

As you know we have something special down here at Birdland this evening

A recording for Blue Note Records

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Funky, funky

How 'bout a big hand now

Wait, wait a minute

Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky

Pounce, bounce, dance as we

Dip in the melodic sea

The rhythm keeps flowin' and drips to MC

Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop, rocks it, pop

You don't stop 'til the sweet beat drops

I sure improve as I stick and move

Vivid poems recited on top of the groove

Smooth my floatin' like a butterfly

Notes set afloat, sung like a lullaby

Brace yourself as the beat hits ya

Dip trip, flip Fantasia

Biddy biddy bop (yeah)

Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)

Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop

Drippin' in your dome, makes you zone and bop

Funk and fusion, a fly illusion

Keeps ya coastin' on the rhythm you're cruisin'

Up, down, round and round, rhymes profound

But nevertheless, you gots to get down

Fantasy freak through the beat so unique

You move your feet, the sweat from the heat

Back to the fact, I'm the mac and I know that

The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet

Poems steady flowin', growin', showin' sights and sound

Caught in the groove in Fantasia, I'm found

Many trip the tour upon the rhymes they soar

To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore

Here we go, off I take ya

Dip trip, flip Fantasia

Biddy biddy bop (yeah)

Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)

Biddy biddy bop (yeah)

Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)

Jump to the jam, boogie woogie jam slam

Bust the dialect, I'm the man in command

Come flow with the sounds of the mighty mic master

Rhyming on the mic, I'm bringing suckers their disaster

Beaucoup ducs but I still rock Nike

With the razzle dazzle, a star I might be

Scribble, drabble, scrabble on the microphone I babble

As I flip the funky words into a puzzle

Yes, yes, yes, on and on as I flex

Get with the flow, words manifest

Feel the vibe from here to Asia

Dip trip, flip Fantasia

Ow, you don't stop

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Give me more of that funky horn

What's that? Yeah, funky, funky

Biddy biddy bop

Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?

Biddy biddy bop, yeah

Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky, funky

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?

Biddy biddy bop, yeah

Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky

Songwriter:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?

Biddy biddy bop, yeah

Herbie Hancock / Jerry Wilkenson / Mal Simpson / Rahsaan Kelly

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

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[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 40: Aurora Screams For Ice Cream

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In these hot summer days in Ebonvale, the villagers found a way to cool down in a usual and unexpected turn of events.

See, ice cream was a brand new treat at the time and it was spreading like wildfire all over the world, including in Ebonvale.

When Malakar heard about the sweet treat making the rounds of the village and helping people young and old cool off, he decided to try some himself. However, he was not alone in his journey to the town for Aurora was coming with him as she was going to get her first taste of ice cream.

With Aurora tucked safely in her pram and himself draped in a light robe to not draw any attention from the villagers, headed into the square.

The Frosted Fantasia was the village's new ice cream shop and even though it had been open for almost a month, it had already drawn a lot of attention to the residents of the village.

Aurora poked her head out of the sides of the pram and took in all of the sights and sounds of the hustle and bustle of the village.

“There it is, my little star,” Malakar said softly, pointing to the quaint ice cream shop with its colorful sign swaying gently in the breeze. “The place where you’ll have your very first taste of something sweet and cold.”

Aurora babbled in response, her tiny hands reaching out toward the shop as if understanding what her father said.

They entered the shop, greeted by the cool air and the sweet aroma of freshly made ice cream. The walls were adorned with illustrations of ice cream cones, sundaes, and other frozen treats, creating a whimsical atmosphere that caught the attention of children alike.

The shop served all of the classic ice cream flavors like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry while also serving other unusual flavors like huckleberry, apple crumble, Earl gray tea and lavender, chocolate chili, and more.

Behind the counter, a cheerful vendor with rosy cheeks and curly hair greeted them warmly. "'Ello! Welcome to The Frosted Fantasia, what can I get you two today?"

Malakar said, "I’d like to try your mint chip ice cream in a cone, please. And for my daughter, I believe we’ll start with a scoop of vanilla in a cup.”

"Ah, great choices sir," said the shopkeeper with a twinkle in his eyes, "One mint chip in a cone and one vanilla in the cup, comin' right up!"

The shopkeeper got to work and carefully scooped some of the mint chip ice cream in a waffle cone for Malakar, then, taking a small cup, he cleaned the ice cream scooper and scooped a nice portion of vanilla for Aurora.

“Here you are,” the shopkeeper said, handing over the treats. Malakar placed eight golden pence coins on the counter top and the shopkeeper handed Malakar the ice cream.

"Thank you," said Malakar, "have a pleasant afternoon."

"You as well m'lad!" replied the shopkeeper.

After taking a seat on a nearby bench, Malakar took Aurora out of the pram and sat her down next to him. He placed the cup of vanilla ice cream in front of her before starting on his own ice cream cone.

Aurora stared at the cup of ice cream in front of her, her dark olive green eyes wide with wonder. She reached out to the spoon that was planted inside the ice cream scoop tentatively, her chubby fingers brushing against the cool surface of the cup.

She looked up at Malakar who was enjoying his cone of mint, and noticed Aurora looking at him.

“Go on, little star,” Malakar encouraged softly. “Taste it. I'm certain you will find it delicious.”

Aurora looked at Malakar and then at her ice cream cup. Slowly, she picked up the spoon and clumsily took a little bit of the top of the scoop. She put the spoon to her lips, tasting the fresh vanilla and cold sweetness for the first time.

A moment of silence came in the air as Aurora processed the new flavor. Then, a wide, delighted smile spread across her face and she let out a joyful giggle.

Malakar chuckled, his heart swelling with happiness at the sight of his daughter’s joy. “I take it you approve?” he asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Aurora responded by reaching for more, her tiny hands eager to scoop up as much of the ice cream as she could manage. She smeared a bit of it across her face in the process, but the look of pure delight on her face was all that mattered to Malakar.

Malakar chuckled and said, "I'll take that as a yes."

And so, on that summer's day, father and daughter cooled off with the sweet treat that will soon be known and served all across the world for years to come.

[rk099]

Forest Fantasia: Imaginative Stories from Wooded Realms

In a world often dominated by the hustle and bustle of modern life, there exists a magical escape into the enchanting realms of nature. "Forest Fantasia" is not merely a collection of trees; it's a tapestry of stories woven from the whispers of leaves and the rustle of branches. Join me on a journey into the heart of these wooded wonderlands, where imagination takes root and fantastical tales come to life.

The Canopy Chronicles

Beneath the towering canopy of ancient trees lies a trove of tales waiting to be uncovered. From mythical creatures dancing through the dappled sunlight to ancient spirits guarding secret clearings, "Forest Fantasia" invites readers to traverse the verdant landscapes of imagination. Each story unfolds like a leaf in the wind, carried by the gentle currents of creativity.

Guardian Trees and Enchanted Glades

Within these wooded realms, the trees themselves are characters in the grand narrative of "Forest Fantasia." Picture ancient oak sentinels with faces carved by centuries of wind and rain, and willow trees that tell tales through the gentle swaying of their cascading branches. Enchanted glades serve as meeting places for characters from different stories, creating a rich tapestry of interconnected plots.

Whispers of the Woodland Folk

Step softly through the underbrush, for you may encounter the woodland folk – mischievous sprites, wise dryads, and elusive fairies. "Forest Fantasia" introduces readers to a diverse cast of magical beings, each with its own unique story. These characters come to life in the pages, teaching us about the delicate balance between the natural world and the fantastical.

Seasons of Storytelling

Much like the changing seasons, the stories in "Forest Fantasia" shift and evolve. Spring brings tales of renewal and growth, while summer narratives are filled with warmth and adventure. Autumn whispers stories of reflection and transformation, and winter blankets the pages with quiet contemplation. The ever-changing backdrop of the forest mirrors the ebb and flow of life's journey.

Navigating the Wooded Realms

For those embarking on this literary expedition, "Forest Fantasia" offers a map of the wooded realms. Navigate through dense thickets of suspense, cross babbling brooks of mystery, and climb the hills of imagination to discover the treasures hidden within. Each story is a path waiting to be explored, leading readers deeper into the heart of the forest.

In conclusion, "Forest Fantasia" invites us to escape the mundane and delve into the realms of wonder and magic. Through its pages, readers can connect with the spirit of nature, embrace the fantastical, and embark on a journey where the line between reality and imagination becomes beautifully blurred. So, let your mind wander and get lost in the captivating tales that await within the pages of "Forest Fantasia."

[hollywouldbabbleon]

Fantasia

[lesbiankiliel]

petition for disney to remake the rite of spring segment in fantasia with more up-to-date dinosaurs (the dimetrodon in particular bugs me, as does the three-fingered tyrannosaurus. yes I know walt thought it was scarier with three fingers but still)

[actuallymuffet]

Out of all the spiders here, Muffet was surely the deadliest, of that she was certain.

Fighting was never enjoyable to her anymore, always rather a source of frustration. But it helped when you were pretty damn good at it. Muffet could easily keep a number of shadow beasts in place until enough scones, cupcakes, and apple turnovers turned them into clouds of quickly-dissipating mist. When you put it like that, even she had to admit the whole thing sounded a little silly.

But do I see you taking a bullet-speed croissant to the face and living to tell the tale? I don’t think so. But that’s not to discount the help she had at her side either.

Muffet and Nami, both fully uncapped in their powers, were a terrible force to be reckoned with if you weren’t on their side. Nami could amplify the strength of not only her own attacks but Muffet’s as well, making her even more deadly still. Furthermore, any damage they did take, Nami was able to heal quickly enough that it didn’t matter.

They were able to watch each others backs well enough. Muffet was busy pelting a large, flying beast with 300 caliber pastry ammunition. She tied it down with two large pillars of thick magical webbing, revealing its misshapen SOUL. It didn’t take long for it to shatter into many dust particles and fade away, the mist reaper itself following suit (albeit the dust replaced with mist) seconds later.

Turning around to see how Nami was doing, she saw there was a large wave of reapers coming towards them.

“You’ll let me help, right darling~?”

One by one, she had another strand of webbing lock the reapers’ feet into place, tying them together and keeping them stationary. Seven SOULs in total, each barely worthy of their creation, held up for Nami to destroy.

Nami raised her staff and brought it down hard onto the white ground, and in front of her sprang forth a large tidal wave. The large wall of water moved forward, propelled by the Marai’s magic, and crashed down onto the mist reapers.

Their SOULs shattered and they disappeared, and so too did the water, spreading out only a few feet before rapidly evaporating along with the mist.

To Muffet, it was both impressive (as she was always impressed by her fiancee) and terrifying. It was hard to shake the thoughts from her mind about what it’d be like if she were on the receiving end.

But the smile and kiss Nami planted on her cheek washed all those thoughts away in a heart-melting display of gay.

Thanks, hun.

Those words were all the encouragement she needed to keep fighting. The shadowy mist reapers that assaulted her, Nami, and the rest of the otherworlders were nonstop, unrelenting. They were only getting stronger, too; she could tell that the newer beasts had an easier time against her attacks than the first waves. But they still fell, it just took a little bit longer.

All in all, from Muffet’s point of view, she still considered herself to be on the winning side here.

[scarletfantasia]

The idea to write a fic or OS for Outer Wilds but in 1320 words. Because in 22 minutes there are 1320 seconds.

[saylorhoneysworld]

Getting super baked and watching Fantasia 2000 >>>>

[bananxious]

The three of them rise out of a puddle of blood and root beer skeleton-first before their flesh horrifyingly materialises on their charred bones à la Hellraiser to race Sam and Max for the right to escape Bezelbub's exploitative employment contract. For the sake of everything that is good and holy and Soda Popper-free they must race to the ends of the Earth to knock those suckers right back into the hellpit where they belong (and also maybe win the penthouse suite above River Styx). Rated PG-13

Wish there was a Sam and Max kart racer just so I could run the Soda Poppers off the track and hear their triple Yoda death scream as they plummet back to Hell

[cinlat]

Miqo Brew

Fynta had stayed awake way too late and drank way too much for the amount of light spilling through her curtains. She slapped at the cloth, tangling the fabric around her fingers until it was impossible to deny that the sun had risen and so must she. Stretching, Fynta shook curtain free of her hand, then sighed at the pleasant collection of pops that traveled the length of her spine.

The bed was soft and smelled of whatever Keshal and Verin’s home normally smelled like. Bacon and coffee, Fynta decided as she buried her face in the plush pillow. She’d arrived late to their annual family dinner, meaning Fynta crashed at her brother’s house and ate his wife’s cooking for a few days in the name of sibling bonding. Keshal barely tolerated it, so Fynta made a habit of dragging Verin away for a few days to give the woman some time to decompress. However, he’d introduced his new concoction of alcohol and fruit, so she’d stayed and drank. It was only polite.

Fynta was deciding whether she wanted to stay in bed and enjoy not being responsible for anything or sneaking into the kitchen before Keshal claimed her domain. The shrill scream shattering Fynta’s peaceful contemplation made the choice for her, as Fynta was out of bed and dashing down the hall before checking to see if she’d gone to bed with clothes on. 

While used to her brother’s tumultuous relationship with his wife, Keshal’s fury brought Fynta to a skidding halt. The woman’s dark eye burned with wrath and her lips curled away from a pair of perfectly formed fangs. Fynta dumbly tried to make sense of the scene while Keshal flapped thin arms at her husband.

“What did you do?” The woman shrieked. Keshal’s braids quivered like writhing snakes, wild with their master’s rage.

Verin coward against the far wall. All Fynta could see of her brother was the wild tuft of brown hair and the placating hands lifted towards his wife. Fynta’s mind had barely grasped their odd shape when something lashed behind Keshal with the speed of a whip. Fynta must have made a noise, because the woman turned on her. “Did you have something to do with this?”

Fynta took a step back and mimicked her brother’s posture. She tried to figure out what this was while babbling that she had nothing to do with whatever had happened. The whip snapped again, and Fynta leaned around her sister-in-law. “You’ve got a tail.”

“I know I’ve got a bloody tail,” Keshal shouted, eyes squeezed shut in anger. “I’m a bloody cat.”

Spinning back to her husband, who had taken that moment to put more space between him and the angry female who now boasted an impressive set of claws, she jabbed one at him. “What in the seven hells did you do?”

“I didn’t think it would work,” Verin protested, keeping his hands raised. “The kobold said that it was called Fantasia potion, that it would give us a new outlook on life. You know, spice things up.” He glanced down at the clawed fingers of his own hands, then stuffed them behind his back. Fynta wondered if he’d noticed the ears yet.

“Spice things—" Keshal sputtered, folded her arms, raised one as if to slap Verin, then balled her hands into fists at her. “You bloody well fix this, Verin Wolfe. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure that you feel the full wrath of my new outlook on life.”

Keshal spun on heal and shoved past Fynta as she stormed from the kitchen. The two, tufted ears now positioned on the top of Verin’s head wilted as she went. Fynta was still staring at them when her brother cleared his throat. “Uh, sorry.”

For the first time, Fynta looked down at her own body and wasn’t surprised to find that her nails were longer. Slowly, she reached up to run her fingers through her hair. As expected, they snagged in the same spot where her brother’s ears twitched uneasily. Fynta groaned. “Verin…”

“I can fix this,” Verin assured, patted the air between them. “I just need to find the kobold that sold it to me.”

“A traveling kobold caravan?” Fynta started to fold her arms, then thought better of it. She had no idea what these new additions to her anatomy would do to her own flesh. She was about to follow up the question that had been forming when something heavy thumped against her leg. Just jumped, spinning in a circle to see the thing that had touched her.

Verin chuckled, and Fynta stopped to glare at the infuriating man. The thing bumped her again, and Fynta snatched it before she could think better of the action. A strange tingling that bordered on pain shot through Fynta’s spine and into her belly. She yelped and let go, only realizing that the irritant was a dark blonde and exceedingly fluffy tail. She should have expected it, but the sight of the thrashing appendage stunned her all the same.

Heavy footsteps warned Fynta to press herself against the wall a beat before Keshal returned, arms full of an old, leather duffle. The pack hit Verin with enough force to make him stagger back. Meanwhile, Keshal pointed between him and Fynta. “Don’t come back until you’ve got the cure.” With that, she stomped out again, leaving Verin and Fynta to fend for themselves.

Ten minutes later, with Fynta packed and Verin looking dejectedly at the heavy wooden door that had slammed in his face, they started towards the center of town.

Fynta squinted into the harsh, Thanalan sun, then at her brother. “Guess we’re getting breakfast on the road.”

Verin glared at Fynta, though the downward pitch of his ears and dragging tail—also fluffy in comparison to Keshal’s leonine shape--betrayed his real emotions. Fynta made a mental note to learn how to control that, she had perfected the art of lying as a hyur, but these new features would make that more difficult.

As if to remind her of the task, the warm weight of Fynta’s tail smacked the back of her knee. Maybe if she pouted as much as her brother, it would stop attacking her. Growing tired of the quiet, Fynta nudge her brother’s shoulder with the tip of one very pointed finger. He hissed, which Fynta decided not to comment on, batted her away. “So, how did this happen?” Verin bared his teeth, but that had never affected Fynta. She persisted. “I mean actually—literally—how did this all get started?”

“It’s a long story,” the man turned miqo’te muttered. Verin was a full head shorter now, but still had a couple of inches on Fynta. His gate had shifted from the swagger of a resistance man to the stalking motion of a predator.

Fynta made a show of looking around them if only to needle her brother more. “The caravan doesn’t appear to be here.”

“I know,” Verin snarled, temper edging into his voice.

Fynta tried again. “Do you know where they were headed?”

“No.” Verin bit off the word like he wished it was Fynta’s throat. She grinned at her seething brother.

“I guess that means we’ve got time.” Verin opened his mouth to snap back, but Fynta lifted her shoulders to jiggle the bag resting on them. “Indulge the little sister who snuck snacks and water out before your wife exiled us.”

Verin’s ears went from flat to straight forward. “You’ve got food?” Fynta widened her grin and watched her brother’s last defense collapse. “Okay fine.”

As it happened, Verin wasn’t as big of an idiot as Fynta suspected. The dose had been meant for her, which she’d have found hilarious, but he’d forgotten which drink was hers and had poured the fantasia potion into them all. He’d intended to collect his and Keshal’s before the drinking began but had gotten distracted—he wouldn’t say by what, though the tilt of his lips told Fynta all she needed to know—and had simply forgotten. So, he was still a proper idiot.

As the pair walked through the oasis town, Fynta watched the various vendors setting out their wares for the day. The aptly named Forgotten Springs was secluded enough require imports where the town’s income was derived from exporting the hides and meats from the local drake population.

Retiring to Forgotten Springs had been Keshal’s idea. They had all grown up in the Empire’s shadow, fighting to break free from tyranny. Whereas Verin and Fynta’s parents almost had escaped to Little Ala Mhigo, Keshal’s had been trapped in the city proper. Verin had been one of the resistance’s contacts with the underground. From what Fynta understood, they’d hated each other, until they didn’t. No one seemed to know when that line had been crossed.

Finally, Verin sighed. “She’ll forgive me, right?”

“Depends on if we find that cure.” Fynta stopped at the gate that would eventually lead to Ul’dah if they walked long enough. She paid the chocobo keeper for Cormac, patted the bird’s neck.

When Verin stared back the way they’d come, Fynta kicked his skin. She met his curse with a broad grin and gestured to the desert. “So, which way?”

I’m tagging @dingoat​ @tishinada​ @dimigex​ and @kunoichi-ume​ since you ladies knew this was coming. XD

[spindlebeforesunset]

Lilia and Malleus Theory

I always end up thinking back on Malleus' lines back when the official Twisted Wonderland site allowed you to view a purely randomized "your dorm is..."

He explicitly stated he was a descendant of the King of the Night in his voiced lines.

And then the first thing that comes to mind is Disney's Chernabog, from Fantasia (Night on Bald Mountain segment), based off the Slavic God of the Night.

According to Malleus (Fairy Gala), yes there are different types of fairies, from the Tinkerbell (elemental) types to him (dragon), and a mention of Sebek's mother (Sebek Birthday SSR) being a nocturnal faerie.

Given Chernabog's... well, evil prowess as a terrifying villain who practically lives on darkness and the like, I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to have descendants of the darker fae kind.

So now, I wonder if Lilia is also descended from Chernabog, albeit a different branch (as Malleus is a dragon faerie), but close to nocturnal faerie.

But Lilia, ancient being and all, is probably in the beginning generations of Chernabog's descendants. That is, his irritation with the sun. As seen in the Night on Bald Mountain segment of Fantasia, Chernabog's one weakness is sunlight, and there could be a possibilty [a very big stretch mind you] that perhaps his descendants in the older generations have this similar weakness, but reduced.

I'm just babbling here y'all-