#mod oak speaking :]

[lanceappreciationblog]

Head Judge Lance and his very kind verdict on each of the Kanto trio from today's Pokémon Masters event. 👑♥️

[professor-green-oak]

When all you wanna do is info dump on your namelessshipping Pokemon AU.

I guess its an Au?? But more of a continuation.

Green is a doctor and professor! He’s also a physic and is learning to control his powers cause seeing ghosts all the time isnt fun!

Red is a pokemon ranger and is throughly done with being champion! He just wanted to travel around and tend to his pokemon. But he’s also trying to get his degrees from middleschool, highschool and college. Since he was on a mountain for too many years.

When he got off the mountain tends to slide but he was 16-18. And his and Green’s relationship was fractured and only mended around age 22ish.

So theyre like 25 mainly in the au and get married in 2016 when they’re 30. :)

Aka I love them

[leondoingtechystuff]

Hi internet shitheads. The name's Leon. I'm here to have a 'PoRtFoLio' or whatever, altho it's lit just me talking abt my job and I plan on going into freelance l8r.

I like video games...that's about it.

Say anything I don't agree with and I'm throwing hands, get fucked.

I work at this place called Felix Labs, don't ask me about it I can't say much. (not like i want to anyways)

I'm 21 ...if that's important

Sometimes my friend/co worker Rachel (or just Ray for short) will use this blog for stuff, so feel free to talk to her ig?

OOC UNDER THE CUT :]

(please read this post from my other blog before interacting now thx)

Mod: @oakthefrog

KEEP THINGS SFW PLEASE I (THE MOD) AM A MINOR

Leon is a asshole and I don't support any (or most) of his actions

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[magicalmanhattanproject]

man im just like. thinking about egg signs and how they've evolved over the course of the qsmp and how the qsmp has evolved over the course of the qsmp and just feeling so much love and affection for every part of the project. i dont have any grand overarching point with this just. like. here's a history of egg comms bc of the kind of person that i am

so wayyyy back ten months ago now at the start of the short and sweet egg event that was planned to last maybe a month at most, the eggs had their own custom, decorated signs!

[ID: Leo with a pink sign with an egg on the bottom corner that reads "hello" in all caps. Her nametag reads Leonardo. End ID]

They were extremely simple, single word signs. There was hello, hola, story, feed, sleep, and maybe one or two more and each was its own separate sign. The eggs could only communicate the most basic needs in words and everything else was through minecraft body language or just hoping their parents guessed right.

But obviously, there was a lot more that parents wanted to hear from their children. I'm not sure who was actually first, but the earliest departure from this system I know about is BadBoyHalo giving Dapper a simple oak sign so he could name his pet slime. (Screenshot from @/lxrd-ren)

[ID: Dapper wearing a diver's helmet standing next to a tiny slime in a boat with an oak sign reading "Bouncy (slmecicle but better)" End ID]

Parents quickly realized how much more convenient this was and pretty soon every single egg had stacks of signs to communicate with.

The next innovation came from Vegetta, who was the resident mod knower at the time. He knew about colored canvas signs and gave Leo signs in her favorite color purple because he loved her and gave her everything she wanted.

[ID: Leo's bed in her room under some Fooligetta fanart with a purple sign reading "<3" End ID]

Colored signs obviously had a lot of advantages. Being able to tell at a glance which egg placed which sign was a huge step forward in eggs being able to have long, complicated conversations as well as leaving obvious marks of their personality everywhere they went. It took a little while for them to be standard for every egg though. Bobby never stopped using oak signs even after Richas and Pomme both showed up with colored signs.

[ID: Two signs reading from right to left a red Pomme sign reading "we already started working on a guillotine factory" and a dark grey Dapper sign reading "thats the most french u have said so far pomme" End ID]

And this was the system for a while! And it worked pretty well for most people! The biggest struggle most people had was egg signs not being translated, but streamers adjusted to that by reading signs out loud so the translators would pick up on them. This also lead to adorable and fascinating dynamics like Richas swearing in signs he wrote for Bad and then warning Bad not to read them out. There was also the genuinely phenomenal development of Leolingo where Leo writes only in Spanish to Foolish because it's easier for her to write and he takes his time to puzzle his way through it and learn in a way that's super cool to watch someone else do onscreen.

Then Tubbo joined the server. And Tubbo himself had no problems at all with the system, but he is dyslexic and he casually mentioned offhand that it was getting kind of annoying to read signs after a ten hour long stream and the admin team Fucking Cooked.

Within 24 hours, they had TTS working on the signs. Within 48 hours, it was working on books too. I can't remember how long it took to get translation working, but it was definitely under a week.

And this opened up a whole new world of possibilities for the entire QSMP. The admin team has been on top of capitalizing on it for story purposes, but also just allowing the egg admins to speak in their native languages to everyone whenever they want has been so enriching for everyone involved. Leolingo is awesome but Foolish has been learning Spanish insanely fast and his process is a lot slower and more frustrating than most people can do in front of an audience of thousands of people without feeling discouraged. That's also one language. We've had everything from Foolish being able to check his work a bit more faster to Phil insisting on his eggs taking a day to speak to him in their native languages to Ramón writing a book for Fit in Cantonese, a language we haven't even seen on the server in any other context!

And all of it is fully understood and fully communicated! Sometimes the translators mess up but no one expects them to be perfect and people ask for clarification if the translator says something that doesn't sound right. It's not only a massive step forward in communication technology, but it's a great demonstration of how to use it and when you can and can't rely on it.

And finally, the most recent innovation! One of BBH's viewers sent him a dono saying they had trouble reading certain signs because they were too low-contrast. Bad, Richas, and Pomme just. Took it upon themselves to fix the problem right there and then. Based on One (1) bringing up their own personal struggle, those three came up with new signs that innovate tremendously on the originals.

[ID: Two separate images of the before and after. The first is the egg signs in their original colors with the corresponding egg's name written on them to demonstrate the font color and the second is in the new, higher contrast colors with the same text. The new signs also have custom decorations for each egg. The second picture also has two signs from Pomme in all caps that read "Send all the love to Richas he spent a whole night making this he's the best <3" End ID]

There are three main innovations visible in the above pictures

1: Obviously, the colors are higher contrast. The signs with white text have darker colors and the signs with black text have lighter colors.

2: The colors themselves are lower saturation. Richas said this made it easier for him personally to read them so he corrected that way, but that's open to change if it causes difficulties for more people than it helps

3: The decorations are for accessibility reasons! People with various different forms of colorblindness will find different sets of colors easier or harder to distinguish, but any of them can look at the decorations and use them to identify whose sign is whose instead.

But! Those innovations are not why I made this post! It's these ones!

[ID: The backs of the new signs when placed on the ground. Most visible are Chayanne's with vines and a hardcore heart, Sunny's with shining sunglasses, and Pomme's with an apple and the Eiffel Tower. End ID]

Richas added distinguishing marks to the backs of the signs too! This is something that Bad brought up specifically as something he wanted because it was hard for him to tell who was talking when he was using TTS from behind signs and couldn't see the colors at all.

We went from custom egg signs (a hotbar or so of words and nothing else to communicate with) through a long journey of expanding communication and expanding who we're bringing along on the communication and how easily they can join in and we've circled all the way back around to custom egg signs (they can say anything they want in any language they want and anyone will know it's them saying it from any angle)

and i guess i have enough feelings abotu that to write All This about it

[antimony-medusa]

Oh just so you know, if you ever looked at Ao3 tags and went "i could fix this", applications for Tag Wranglers just went up, and they're specifically looking for MCYT people! (We're a big fandom, sparkle blush...)

The fandoms in need are:

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (no wrangler)

3rd Life (seeking help)

Afterlife SMP (no wrangler at all)

Area Unknown SMP (no wrangler)

Dominion SMP (no wrangler)

Fable SMP (no wrangler at all)

Karmaland (they specifically need Spanish-speaking wranglers)

Hermitcraft SMP (seeking help)

Mianite (no wrangler)

Minecraft (Video Game) (seeking help, familiarity with related fandoms, mods, and/or non-smp creators a plus but not required)

Mer SMP (no wrangler)

New Life SMP (no wrangler)

QSMP (specifically seeking wranglers fluent in Korean, French, Spanish, or Portuguese, but they’ll take anyone who wants to help who knows the fandom)

SadSMP (no wrangler)

Shady Oaks SMP (no wrangler)

Skybound SMP (no wrangler)

SOS SMP (no wrangler)

Stampy's Lovely World (no wrangler)

Yandere High School (no wrangler at all)

X Life SMP (no wrangler)

So if you’ve ever looked at the tags and gone “let me into the back end please please please” here is your chance.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello lovely mods! Thank you so much for all the work you put into this library - it's really helped me get into reading fan fiction (especially since I'm rather late to the game)! I've been having a wonderful time going through your cottage and fluffy tags! Do you all happen to have any more recommendations for fics where Aziraphale and Crowley move into a cottage together after the apocolypse? All ratings are lovely, although if you could throw in one asexual fic it would mean the world to me! Thank you all so much again :)

Hello my dear! Have you seen our south downs cottage tag?

Here are some I have enjoyed.

a paradox of love and faith (or the winter of our grace) by Nimravidae for weatheredlaw [rated E, 16k words]

To love is to heal -- that is to say it is messy and inconsistent. Crowley struggles to find closure for past wounds, to yield to the idea that he could be loved as he has loved.

It all comes to a head between relentless nightmares about God and an apple tree that won't grow apples.

Luckily, Aziraphale is there to catch him should he Fall once more.

Causalities include: A greenhouse, an indeterminate amount of plants, and a sense of self and place.

A Better Place For Us To Be by Mackem for dairyme [rated T, 14k words]

A smile spreads across Aziraphale’s face. “You’re not speaking hypothetically, are you?” he asks softly, because he needs to be sure. Because they spent millennia not saying how they felt, and he would prefer never to face that uncertainty again. “Do you really mean it, Crowley? You’d like to move somewhere else? Together?”

“Of course together. There’s no me without you,” Crowley says immediately, his voice low and tender. Aziraphale reaches out to him instinctively with a soft noise, and Crowley lets himself be reeled closer when Aziraphale fastens a hand around his wrist. He chuckles affectionately when Aziraphale nuzzles briefly into his lean stomach, overcome for just a moment by the warmth in Crowley’s voice.

Sometimes he wonders how on Earth he managed to persuade himself that Crowley had ever felt anything other than love for him, when the sheer force of it is like a tidal wave crashing over him, washing away millennia of doubt.

equinox by leaveanote [rated E, 9k words]

Here in the South Downs cottage, Crowley has more than he ever thought he would: the two of them, safe, and he gets to live alongside Aziraphale every day. He still can't bring himself to say it, though, still finds himself wanting, doesn't want to drag the angel down with the mess of his love, doesn't want to ruin what they have.

Aziraphale, however, is getting tired of Crowley staring longingly off into the night sky, and confronts him.

There is more of a balance here than Crowley thought.

***

The angel smiles. That crinkling kindness, that laugh in the corner of him, bright and deathless and pure, and Crowley’s resolve is melting. Aziraphale does remove his glasses now, fingers brushing his temples, folds them into his own pocket, pocketing Crowley’s last defense. Neither of them looks away. The night sounds clutter around them, the sway of elderly oak branches, the gentle scuttle of a village turning itself into bed, reinventing for the next day, the caw and croon of things with feathers, searching for love. A knowing hum in an ancient throat, leaning in.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture for subiteveneinorem [rated M, 17k words]

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps."

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

An Evening On A Porch by DandelionDrabbles (AnonymousDandelion) [rated G, 500 words]

“Hello, Crowley,” said Aziraphale, eyes popping open. “Where are you going?”

“Oops.” Crowley offered a slightly apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Never a bother,” Aziraphale countered, smiling back at him.

“Mm.” Crowley raised an eyebrow. Aziraphale still looked just as relaxed as before, thankfully, so that gave Crowley free reign to be a pest. “Is that,” he asked, “a challenge?”

~ ~ ~

OR: Aziraphale and Crowley share a soft slice of quiet time and snuggles on a swing.

On the Act of Hair Washing: A Treatise on Love by cheerios_and_wine [rated G, 867 words]

"Thought I'd start by washing your hair." Crowley's voice was almost shy, like he thought it was too much. Like it was exposing part of him to admit it was something he wanted to do.

It was all so new still. This cottage they had bought together. The romantic atmosphere. The freedom to touch. The love openly displayed.

It took reminding sometimes, that this was allowed. That they could give themselves to each other like this.

Crowley washes Aziraphale's hair. After 6000 years of repression, of Heaven's cold barrenness and Hell's crowded filth, simple loving touch feels overwhelming. Some tears are had.

-Mod AB

[aphconfessions]

• Welcome to the confession booth! •

This is a blog for you to talk about whatever you would like to talk about, as long as it is related to Hetalia. Good or bad, anonymous or public, let it all flow out here.

Please keep in mind that both of the mods are minors.

RULES:

Please keep sexual and/or gore topics to a MINIMUM. If you do happen to talk about either of topics, please use proper content/trigger warnings at the beginning of your ask.

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Please try to refrain from people/blog bashing as well. We are all real people with very real emotions. Don’t completely harass someone via this blog. It is okay if you’re following up on what a previous anon said, just try to do so respectfully.

Absolutely NO politics or anything politics related are allowed within this blog. Any asks that contain politics will be deleted.

NO ASKS RELATED TO INCEST, ABUSE, PEDOPHILIA, ETC AS THESE TOPICS MAKE THE MODS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE!

ASKS THAT DO NOT FOLLOW THIS WILL BE DELETED

If you would like your ask to be answered privately, please say so at the beginning of your confession.

BRIEF INTRO TO THE MODS:

🌟 Mod is going through a gender crisis rn and is fine with any pronouns except maybe he/him and is a minor. You can call her Star or Starry if you want to call her by a name.

-🌟 mod

🌲 mod uses any and all pronouns, (this includes table/chair). You can them Spruce or Dark Oak.

Spruce mod is multilingual and can see to your confessions if you are not comfortable with English, in these languages; Greek, Thai, Japanese, Russian and French.

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🥀 Mod uses He/They. You can call him Lycoris or Spider Lily

Lycoris mod is bilingual, English-Tagalog. I help regulate the asks, as I am almost not a minor anymore

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⚓️ mod uses she/they and an adult. you can call her erebus or tolys

tolys can speak english, tagalog, and a bit of chamorro. i can regulate asks to see if they are appropriate for this account or not. also mod really likes lithuania from hetalia

- ⚓️

[foxgloves-garden]

Intro Post

Hi all. We're the Foxglove Garden, or just Foxgloves. We're a plural system made up mostly of introjects from our own creative works, like the Sekaran tales (check the tag by the same name)

We have Bipolar 1 with psychotic features, so be aware - truly nonsensical posts and word salad may well be the result of a psychotic episode. If you see such posts, first of all we apologize. And second of all, please message and tell us to go to the hospital. Anyways, onto lighter things! We write, roleplay, do art, make music, and do fabric crafts. Not all of our creations are good, but we do our best. Our frequent fronters as of 12/23/24 are Kori, Alecto, and Aspen. Kori, (It/They), writes fantasy and sci-fi, draws, and pixel arts. Alecto (He/They/It) crochets occasionally. Aspen (any pronouns) codes and plays viddy games, and is currently doing a Fargo's Mod Eternity mode run in Terraria. Look for the tags #Kori writes, #Kori does an art, #Alecto crochets, and #Aspen codes or #Aspen plays.

Anytime we have something to say that's unrelated to creative stuff will be tagged with [insert name here] speaks. Unless we forget to tag it like a bunch of potatoes. Other relevant tags: #Oak Ashe and Thorn for our WIP novel trilogy.(Too many ideas to shove into one book, so we're planning for three.) #Coffee and Curses for the first book in said trilogy.

#Keystone U for Kori's scifi rambles set at the eponymous university between dimensions.

#Conlang is for when we're doing stuff related to the Sekaran language. Linguistics is mostly Kori's domain, but Alecto may occasionally add his two cents. #Books is for books of course, and #queer will probably show up on anything related to gender and sexuality. Writing commissions are currently OPEN! 2 Slots available, message for details.

[clndstn-headmates]

Leafeon fictive with lots of transids, xenogenders and xenopronouns, transmasc please ^^ rest is up to you (guys)!

Sure. Hope this is to your liking. Feel free to change anything.

-Mod Max

NAMES: Leafeon, Leafy, Leaf

AGE: apahumage

PRONOUNS: it/its, they/them, leaf/leafs, plant/plants, fae/faer, xe/xem, shi/hir, hy/hym, hie/hiem, flor/flors, clo/clover, ui/uir, ve/ver, oak/oaks, de/dem, eo/eon

GENDERS: transmasc, forleafian, natureserenic, vancouldian, naturegender, foliagevisuic, leafgender, elfgender, wilderic, nyalian, ravinean, vandrian, feurian, viridian

SEXUALITY: queerplatonic

SOURCE: Pokemon

SPECIES: Pokemon

ROLE: soother

TRANSIDS: transverbal, panlingual, transtelepathy, transimmortal, transanthropomorphic, transnaturekin, transfluffy, transplantbody, transflowerpupil, floralscentian, transflowerhair, transplant, transshinyleafeon, transshinypokemon, permaowned, permapet, transpet, transgreen, transgreeneyes, fairydustamian, floranectaramian

CISIDS: Eeveelution, tan/green fur, brown eyes, non-speaking, nonverbal, autistic, chronic pain, disabled, limp, anxiety, affectionate, clingy

PARAS: none

APPEARANCE:

[thunderwavesolveseverything]

The Little Thief of Emerald Grove

[Astarion x Named Tav]

A clear picture is painted in Phayelynn's mind of the grove's acting First Druid, and it wasn't flattering. Astarion wishes she'd focus more on the task at hand- Find a healer and keep their noses stuck in their own business, his lesson in self-preservation seemingly gone in one ear and out the other.

Damn it all.

--

Who else can't watch the new kissing animation for our boi because they refuse to play without mods 😂😂😂

(word count: 2,582)

Read on AO3 or here :)

The Little Thief of Emerald Grove

Phayelynn had painted a clear picture of the grove’s acting First Druid when she entered their temple. The deeper the three walked, the less flattering it became. No matter of beauty could change what was poorly hidden behind the colorful, lush green that covered the floor, an array of purple and blue flowers Phayelynn had never seen scattering around. Phayelynn grew up in beauty, and she knew it was all a sham- an illusion to attempt to cover up what lay beneath. 

She had expected that whoever this Kagha was to be heartless, for one had to be born with a lack of compassion to allow such cruelty to befall an entire group of people like the Tieflings who begged for refuge. What she didn’t expect was a monster. 

Phayelynn’s nostrils flared as she gazed up at the towering statue of an eagle. She had needed to look away, to give herself a moment to collect herself, and the relic in the corner of the room’s eyes of glowing blue had almost called to her as if it was sentient. As if it knew, her stomach raged. 

Water droplets against wet stones echoed in the room, somehow louder than her heart hammering in her chest up to her ears. It gave her a short reprieve of calm. It gave her a moment to think. She had forgotten at that moment why they had even come here. Why had they come here? Another tearful whimper echoed louder, encouraging her repulse to hit harder. 

Oh right. 

They needed a healer. She narrowed her eyes, snapping her attention back to Kagha and the young girl she held captive. The thought of finding the druid’s healer was again forgotten. 

Her hands clenched into a fist. 

She didn’t waste time worshipping gods. They’d never done a thing for her, long abandoning her in her times of need as a child. But she did know enough of the Oak Father to know he would never be this cruel to a child, regardless of whatever crimes she had done, or at least that was the feeling Kali had given her about him. Kali, a druid she had traveled with for some time, a member of her troupe, like mostly all druids, worshipped Silvanus. 

“I thought Silvanus was more concerned with ‘nobly sown seeds’ than punishing children?” she crossed her arms, shifting in her place. 

Kagha looked taken aback, but it didn’t last long. She cocked her head, suddenly spreading her lips into a flat thin line. It angered her to hear his name come off a stranger’s tongue, of someone who didn’t belong in his temple. Her familiar, a viper resting on the stone slab in front of her, guarded the little tiefling thief, waiting for orders to strike. 

Phayelynn could practically hear Astarion screaming at her in his mind, the tadpole writhing behind her eye socket as he tried to reach her mentally. 

What the nine hells are you doing, he leered, glaring daggers at the back of her head. She refused to look at him or acknowledge him in any way. He felt a flash of anger- of urgency. Her stupidity was going to ruin their chances to get help. Damn the child, this was none of their concern. She was going against everything he had just spoken to her about—stupid girl. 

“You know the words of the Treefather,” Kagha tore her eyes from the viper. She looked over the new intruders to her grove. First, this parasite stole their idol, and now these outsiders dare interrupt and question her methods of justice. She expelled a fierce breath, speaking with a fury sure enough to send a shiver down Phayelynn and the young tiefling spine, “Silvanus also has a special hatred for those who threaten his wild places.” 

Phayelynn didn’t think the child could tremble any more than she already had been. 

“This is madness, Kagha! She’s only a child!” Another druid, who had a wolf standing next to him, spoke up. He’d been the only one in the room trying to fight for the girl’s freedom before Phayelynn and her companions entered, but to no avail. “We took back the idol. Master Halsin would never-” 

“Halsin is no longer here because of these devils.” Kagha was sharp as she cut him off, refusing to allow him to finish his sentence. She pointed a harsh finger towards the girl. “She eats our food. Drinks our water. She shows us thanks by stealing our most holy idol while Halsin is left to the mercy of the goblin hoard that threatens not us but them.” She raised her head at him in warning, daring him to speak against her. Her viper tensed, raising and letting out a low hiss. The girl flinched at it and Kagha’s voice, “Rath, I’d take care of keeping his name off your tongue, lest you want Teela to pierce it.” 

“I thought druids were meant to be kind?” Phayelynn took a step forward. She hadn’t known what compelled her to be so bold. It was unlike her. Maybe it was that she saw herself as she looked into the young girl’s eyes. Quick but hard flashes of a time from long ago hit her, and she could only assume that was the source of her sudden bravery. 

“Kind? You think me not kind?” Kagha laughed, her head falling back. “Kindness is letting these devils into our home as we have. This child doesn’t know kindness.” 

May I remind you what we are here for? Astarion’s tadpole called to hers again. He grabbed Phayelynn’s arm, giving it a firm tug. It wasn’t enough to move her, but enough to finally get her to pay attention to him. 

She huffed up him, shaking her arm free of his hold, and took another step forward as Kagha spoke once more. The girl started moving in place, the viper making her understandably nervous. 

“Keep still, devil. Teela is restless.” 

“Wait!” Phayelynn called out, outreaching her hand as if the action would stop the viper as it unhitched its jaw, its fangs on full display. She saw the venom already dripping down from them. She paled. She felt sick. She had to keep the creature from latching onto the girl’s flesh. “You’re kicking them all out, right?” 

Kagha tilted her head, focusing on her. She must’ve spoken to Zevlor or one of the other tieflings to know this. Then it clicked. This woman and man must be part of the group she heard had saved the gate this morning from the goblins. She had been told what had happened as her guard brought the tiefling child to her. It didn’t matter. Regardless, she stood unwavering, “I will cast out every stranger-” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Phayelynn waved her off a little too carelessly and daringly. But she didn’t want to hear her going off again with her prejudices. 

She heard Astarion’s scoff, followed by Gale shifting his staff from hand to hand, uncomfortable. She inched forward, ignoring the mess she was making for all of them. She wanted to get as close as she could to the girl in case she had to lunge for her. 

“That’s great; you’ve already condemned her and her people to a far worse fate than you or your little worm of a pet could ever inflict upon her. Let me take her to her parents. They’re worried sick about her.” 

She recalled hearing the group gathering outside the gates, protesting something as they argued with the guards. She hadn’t been able to get her fill for gossip as Astarion had already rushed her forward, smelling a distraction ready to happen. As if he predicted her inserting herself into this whole tiefling verses druid nonsense unavoidably laid out before them. 

Phayelynn saw Kagha processing her words. She didn’t want to give her a chance to think about them too hard. She spoke with a well-acted sincerity, “Find it in Silvanus’s-” she paused for added flare, “In your good graces to give us some time to figure out how to help them get safely on the road to Baldur’s Gate.” 

Kagha snorted, reading Phayelynn’s words for what they were. The bard faltered, swearing that she had sounded convincing. She grimaced. Maybe Astarion had been right. She was only helpful half of the time. 

Kagha turned her head. The mural of a druid gathering caught her attention, and she bit her lip in anger. Or frustration? Phayelynn couldn’t tell but watched as she searched for something in the artwork. 

She frowned, looking up at Phayelynn harshly. 

“Five days.” she spat, her face souring. “Kill the goblins or guide the outlanders, I don’t care which. In five days, they are to leave the grove. They are to be gone before the final prayer. If they are not,” Kagha spoke directly to Phayelynn, “The viper will strike all those that remain.” With a hiss, she snapped her fingers at her familiar. “Teela, to me.” As the viper slithered down from the stone, it traveled between the tiefling’s feet. Kagha kept a fixed stare on Phayelynn. “Get this little thief out of my sight. My good grace has its limits.” 

Phayelynn didn’t have to be told twice, reaching her hand out for the girl to take. The girl rushed to her, threading her fingers within Phayelynn’s tightly. She shook in Phayelynn’s grasp. Phayelynn gave her a gentle smile, squeezing her hand for reassurance. She bent to be eye to eye with her, “I’m Phayelynn.” 

“Ar-Arebella,” the girl spoke softly, still shaken. 

“Let’s get you to your parents, yeah, Arabella? I think I heard them outside.” She led her out of the room. 

She was stopped immediately by Astarion. He held up a hand to push against her shoulder. “Are you dense? Now the druid is leaving!” He motioned to Kagha’s retreating form, “What did I tell you? All for a child?” 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” She hissed, her tone throwing him off. 

He gathered himself quickly, wagging a finger after her as she pushed around him with the girl in tow. He kept on her heel, Gale following awkwardly behind. 

“Yes, yes, you do. I thought we were in this together. Meaning we’re supposed to make decisions best for everyone in the party! How does this help us? It doesn’t. We needed their help!” his voice raised the more he spoke. 

“I don’t want their help if that is how they treat people in need.” She nearly snarled, keeping her eyes sealed on the exit. “Neither should you.” her lips pressed together before opening to let out a huff, “And honestly, after witnessing that display, do you really think they’d even help us if we asked?” 

“She has a point.” Gale chimed in. 

“A dull one,” Astarion muttered, lagging behind them. He sighed, annoyed, running a hand through his white curls. 

Gale heard him, giving him an apprehensive glance, “That woman would not help us. She has more venom in her heart than her snake had in its fangs.” He saw that he had Arabella’s attention. He gave her the same kind smile Phayelynn had to try to ease her nervousness. “What is youth if not a time for being forgiven for one’s transgressions? Am I right?” 

Astarion groaned and let his head fall back. He glanced at the room before begrudgingly following the bard and wizard back outside. He was far from letting this matter go. 

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Astarion kept his distance as Phayelynn and Gale returned the little thief to her parents. He sneered, picking at his nails, his foot tapping impatiently as if keeping track of the time they both were wasting. He should’ve gone with the cleric and Gith. He looked away as Phayelynn bent down and ruffled the girl’s hair, warning her to stay out of trouble. 

Astarion rolled his eyes.

The sun’s rays beat against his skin. It felt warm unfamiliar, a feeling he wasn’t used to. He pinched his eyes closed, trying to focus on the warmth. He felt relaxed-but only for a moment.

“Phayelynn, maybe we should talk about this-” 

Gale’s voice called out, getting closer to Astarion. He opened his eyes just as Phayelynn walked past him with haste. He gave Gale a questioning look as the wizard ran a hand through his brown hair, a look of wariness taking over his features. 

“I understand the concern, but we should-” 

“Great! You go do that then!” Phayelynn didn’t stop walking, yelling a response over her shoulder. She started walking back down toward the heart of the grove before cutting off to the left on a narrow path. 

“What the devil is she doing now?” Astarion huffed, crossing his arms against his chest as Gale reached him. 

“The tieflings,” He motioned towards Arabella’s parents behind them, “they mention how a boy has gone missing. Arabella said he normally goes down to the beach, but the druids won’t help them look for him- and with the whole idol debacle, the tieflings hadn’t had time to form a search party.” Gale explained he looked after Phayelynn as she disappeared. “She wants to help find him.” 

Astarion twisted, a flabbergasted look on his face, almost not believing Gale. However, if he’d learned anything from his extremely short time traveling with Phayelynn, this was right in her character. His eyes narrowed. He waved his hands in denial, “No, no, no, no. Absolutely no.” 

“The boy probably just got lost up the wrong path.” Gale was starting to get sympathetic. Astarion could see it from his brows pushing together in thought. Or, he was just desperate for the bard’s approval. Astarion could see the gazes, the glint in Gale’s eyes, as he had helped her with her gear back in the crypt the other day. Phayelynn had batted her eyes enough to garner the wizard’s favor. “I doubt it’ll be a long endeavor. A good deed done is a good deed owed.” 

Astarion scoffed, “You can’t be serious about following her after some child? Let her if she wants to continue with her misguided quest for heroism. I don’t see why we have to drag ourselves into it.” 

“It doesn’t sit well with me letting her go off alone.” Gale frowned. He wasn’t looking at Astarion as he spoke. His eyes focused on the path Phayelynn had taken. “Her heart’s in the right place, though I don’t think she grasps the severity of our situation. But I suppose a good deed done is a good deed owed back.” 

Astarion looked at him incredulously. Gale gave him a shrug, gripping his quarterstaff tightly before trekking up the path Phayelynn had taken. Astarion couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “How…cute..” 

He turned on his heels, full intent on finding Shadowheart and Lae’zel. They held the common sense within the group beside him, and he wouldn’t waste more time with these two. Let them save another child. If that’s how they wanted to spend their time before sprouting tentacles, then so be it. He wouldn’t stop them. 

He took a step forward towards the market but not a step more. Something tugged at him inside his chest. He hesitated. Clenched fists fell to his sides, the tadpole in his head squirming with a vibration as it disagreed with him. His eyes closed as he winced, a hand shooting up to grasp his head. 

“Damn it all.” He muttered, turning back around to head up that path. 

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Green Oak!

So far, progress on Green Oak is moving steadily along! We have completed all the spawn buildings! Some are empty for right now, but they will be filled eventually!

Here are two of our filled buildings! The top one is a town directory! For those of you wanting to build a town, you can get a wrap placed down and a warp sign placed in this building! Making it super easy to get more residents!

The other is a portal building! Giving you easy access to the Nether, eventually there will be other portals going to brand new worlds!~

Speaking of new worlds, this server also offers a whole host of new features, such as more advancements that you can earn items through, custom structures.. along with a more difficult progression with monsters! The longer people play the server, the harder and stronger mobs will get!

Of course, I need to show off... our shopping district...? Wait, where are all the stalls!?

Well, there are none! We have decided to go for a Hermit Craft approach to the shopping district! You can build whatever shop you want! Best part? It's right outside spawn, so you will get constant traffic!

And last but certainly not least! We have gained two more mods! This means we only have one slot left for a mod and two more for builders! So if you wish to help check out my pinned for more information!

[rimworldretreats]

Five Year Anniversary of Hinton Hotels

How it started:

How it's going:

This is a long one.

Ignore the fire, we had some raiders.

Loosely speaking, the north is "back of house", with the ancient danger (housing our nascent genetic engineering lab), the farm, the workshop, and the kitchen. South is "front of house" with restaurants, museum, guest rooms, and the main entrance.

You get the general idea of the furthest north above; there's a field for animals; some fields for corn, devilstrand, cocoa, healroot, coffee, and oak; and an overflow granary.

Just south and east of the fields are the large storage and workshop. It's uncharacteristically clean as we've just smelted all the steel slag we had gathered. Five years of ship crash events. There's so much steel slag on the map.

The small rooms in the center are the prison; I'm using the Prison Commons mod to help give each prisoner their own basic cell. Even our, ah, involuntary guests deserve basic hospitality! Especially since it's often Haveov being locked up to stop her burning down the hotel. Various private rooms have migrated out of this space as the prison grows. I try to keep the farmers here. Bomba has a research desk as well, as he does both, and a cache of psychite tea since he dies without it.

This is the main building; the bathroom in the top middle is pretty much exactly where the first screenshot was taken. The rest has been hollowed out of or built on to the hill. There's a rec room to the right of the bathroom. Below that in the middle are some private rooms for people who tend to work all over the place. On the right is the freezer, butcher and kitchen cluster. This is is still functioning thanks to LVM Deep Storage, and distributed freezers for storing the meals. Most of this area has been slowly evolved as needed. The freezer is pretty much the original; the kitchen is the first guest house.

The top left is the spa; three jade bathtubs in private rooms, a bathroom, and the styling station. The leftmost part of that is a swimming pool, from Dubs Bad Hygiene.

Left to right on the bottom part of this map... There's bedrooms for waitstaff/their spouse (Elastgirl, Haveov, Kaleun, Lee). The long room with tables is the main restaurant / party room. Below it are the mid-price private guest rooms, which get the most use. Then a barracks with cheap or free beds for the value conscious visitor. Then the hospital and drug lab, again kind of squeezed in for historical reasons. Then batteries and vanometric cells, then Hinton and Fish's bedroom, convenient to guests and hospital. Hinton is mainly entertaining and doctoring these days.

Our main gate. There's sort of a kill box here, but mostly I rely on attacking at range from the various bunkers. The reactor labyrinth is less radioactive than I'd hoped (fixed the shielding too well), but is still a pretty good way to slow things down. There's a little hospital bed in the bunker to help with triage. Hadley, one of the main combatants has a bedroom here, and there's a barracks for the never ending parade of random people who want to live here.

The two buildings to the left are the beachfront guesthouses with private bathrooms that are pretty pricey; I think I have the bottom one set to $60 per night, and it still gets over 100 attractiveness. Next, rooms for Irma near the Ominous Monolith Cafe where she's one of the wait staff, bedrooms and study for the dark scholars, the Ominous Monolith Cafe, and the museum with a See The Dark Scholar At Work window on the archaeology desk.

A lot of this was driven by suddenly needing to house an additional 10-15 people at random times, and to subsequently feed, entertain, and doctor them.

[ihateprofessor-oak]

((Hey, guys!  Mod here.

Today, I got a message from tumblr -- apparently, this blog turned a year old today!  That's one whole year of Oak hate.   One whole year of Axi.  One whole year of roleplays and asks with all you guys. 

I just want to say thank you.  This blog would be nothing without any of you.  I found a lot of friends in this community, and I really think that you guys have helped me change and become a better person.

Here's to hoping to another year of fun!))

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TMR Boys playing Minecraft

A/N: saw someone in a different fandom do this, and I just revisited some of the old Minecraft YouTubers I used to watch (specifically LDShadowlady and StacyPlays) and since TMR is my current hyperfixation here’s this

Minho

takes the game way too seriously would try to speedrun killing the ender dragon

would definitely get addicted and finish the game in one night

after that he’d try to get every achievement before spending the next month trying to get to the farlands

his inventory consists of full diamond armor, an enchantment table, and every potion in the game x64

Thomas

an absolute menace

at first he’d play the game normally building a wooden house and whatnot but as soon as he discovers tnt it’s over for everyone else on the server

since he’s one of the admins no one can kick him so everyone just lives in fear of Thomas and his inventory full of tnt

he targets everyone but Newt

would definitely mark everything with ‘Thomas was here’

‘CaptainGally was blown up by TomBomb’

‘ZarttheFart was blown up by TomBomb’

‘TheCoolestRunner was blown up by TomBomb’

Newt

at first he wouldn’t see the appeal of the game but eventually he’d get into it and start building a life for himself

within two hours he’d have a house, a farm, and several dogs that he grinded for because he wants to feel like he earned his living even if it’s a game

no one messes with his stuff like ever because Thomas once accidentally blew up part of his house and he gave him a lecture about dynamite control and didn’t speak to him afterwards for a couple days

he’s very respectful of the villagers even though they aren’t real because Yk, Newt’s a great person

Gally

he tried survival, got frustrated, and resigned himself to making stuff in creative

since he was the keeper of the builders in the glade his thing would be just making intricate buildings and just walking around in them

he has his own server everyone but Thomas is allowed on that’s just a bunch of replicas of real life structures that come together into a giant cityscape

Newt definitely has a house in Gally’s city

extra thing, on the main server they’re all on he’d gather an army of dogs and get Thomas to hit him just for the satisfaction of watching Thomas get mauled to death by his Minecraft dogs. Or he’d just kill Thomas for fun

‘TomBomb was slain by CaptainGally’

TomBomb: Stop killing me ! >:(

‘TomBomb was slain by CaptainGally’

Aris

he tried survival because Thomas convinced him to but he’d be really bad at it like he’d die all the time

‘Ventboy was shot by a skeleton’

‘Ventboy drowned’

‘Ventboy tried to swim in lava’

‘Ventboy was crushed by an anvil’

‘Ventboy was blown up by TomBomb’ (Thomas apologized for that one)

but eventually he’d discover red stone, and he’d make a bunch of cool stuff

especially with music blocks like he’d recreate songs he liked

him, Sonya, and Harriet have their own server and Aris does concerts in the town Sonya and Harriet built

Zart

he plays the game just for the flowers

he also made a little birch wood cottage that’s across from Frypan’s oak wood cabin

once he’d collected all the flowers in the game and made a garden around his cottage he’d get all the flower mods

him and Frypan share a garden where Zart grows flowers and Fry grows food

sometimes the others will wake up to flowers around their houses and everyone knows Zart put them there despite him always denying it

Frypan

he’s a very reliable player to have on your team

this man has a whole farm, and always has like 64 stacks of every food

also he found a village upon spawning and decided just to live with them in his cabin

usually he’s just farming or going on scavenger hunts for plants with Zart

however when Minho was going on his several quests he accompanied him as a food source so Minho could carry all his weapons and potions

He also has a farm in Gally’s city

But yeah thanks for reading my post !!

Have a nice day and night !! 🌺

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Some people have expressed interest in seeing my various alts from FFXIV, so here we go! I am starting with the 8 characters I have on my main world server, along with a little of the backstory I have about each of them. So a brief explanation about this: in my game headcanon, for lack of a better way to put it, Ginko Biloba is the only ‘real’ Warrior of Light. The rest of his party are all very competent warriors who have the Echo, but they lack the Blessing of Light.

The other ‘rule’ I had about them is that they all had to be a different race. They ended up being all male because at the time that’s all I wanted to play as.

1. Ginko Biloba

A Hellion Hrothgar, he was abandoned as a child in the wilds of Yanxia. Found by people living in a nearby tiny village, he was raised by a Lupin couple without any children of their own. All-rounder who favors Dancer, he’s shown as a Black Mage in this photo.

He is based on several characters that I love, though the Hrothgar thing is just because I love tigers. Ginko is my favorite anime character, and I gave him the last name Biloba after much encouragement, and I can’t see myself changing it to anything else anytime soon.

2. Merri Brandybuck

Youngest son of a vigneron-turned-merchant, Merri ran away from home quite young and started making his way as an Adventurer, taking shameless advantage of people who can’t tell what age Lalafells are and wouldn’t care even if they did. Met Ginko early on, took him under his wing so to speak--Ginko might be older than him, but he’s got more adventuring experience. I also had the idea that his dad’s vineyard was located where Brayflox Longstop is now, before the Calamity.

Obviously his name isn’t Lalafellan, but I think I was going to have him change his name to that of a folk hero or something along those lines.

3.  Populus Tremuloides

I don’t have much of an idea for him, yet. I was toying with the idea of borrowing from a webcomic I used to read and have him get badly sick and forget how to get home? It would at least mean I wouldn’t have to say where he comes from, though if SE give us more information about the Viera that would be fantastic. He was originally a woman.

His name is the scientific name for the trembling aspen tree, and I tried to design him with that inspiration in mind.

4.  Crataegus Songarica

Yet again I’m not sure what I’m doing with him so far. Ginko was going to meet the various people in this group at different parts of his journey, so I guess the thing I have to decide is if Crataegus will leave the Steppes or if Ginko will meet him there. I also don’t know what tribe he should come from.

His name comes from the hawthorn tree, specifically the kind with black fruit and white flowers.

5. Quercus Muehlenbergii

I’m definitely thinking he was born and raised in Limsa Lominsa, and his father wanted him to go into some kind of career that involved boats (possibly piracy). To escape this fate, which he had no interest in, he left for Gridania as soon as he was able to save up enough money.

His name comes from the chinquapin oak.

6. Improbable Soda

I... didn’t actually plan to give him and Quercus the same color of Odd Eyes, switched. It just kind of happened. Anyway.

This is my ex-Garlean-turned-hero alt. I don’t have the mods to do things like give him a third eye, so he’s simply a conscript pressed into service, but he 100% fought at the Battle of Carteneau. I had the vague idea that after the Calamity he got away, hid out, changed his name and wandered the land helping people to try and make up for what he’d done in service to the Empire. Eventually he caught the eye of the Scions, and so it goes.

His name came to me in a dream. No, I’m not kidding.

7. Edgeless Blade

He is the son of an Elezen lord and a Hyuran maid, which I admit I stole from the MSQ but it’s such a compelling story and it happens often enough, so why not. In his case it was hushed up entirely because his mother left/was kicked out of the household before he was born. Having nowhere to go, she was reduced to begging for bread and gil. Luckily for her, a passing merchant from Hingashi took pity on her, marrying her quickly and bringing her back with him. He refuses to claim his Elezen father’s name, and doesn’t claim the merchant’s name so no one connects his activities with his adoptive father, who he respects greatly. In fact, he doesn’t claim a name at all; he gained the name he uses from the fact he fights with a wooden sword, and it amuses him to introduce himself as the Edgeless Blade.

I named him after the moniker of a character from Thunderbolt Fantasy.

8. Salix Discolor

I have no idea for him. I just wanted to name a character this name, and also I needed one more character to fill out my ‘static’.

His name is from the glaucous willow.