#seashells (if there are any)

[hibischush]

the request board matchmaker

description; When the farmer first arrived in Mistria, she was pleasantly surprised with the amount of warmth the townsfolk showered her in. Even Lady Adeline herself showed the newcomer such geniality, which shocked an adventurer coming from the capital. Most nobility would hardly blink an eye towards one of the masses, let alone treat her like she was a long-lost childhood friend that recently returned home. It was a nice change of pace. That was until she met the local blacksmith.

notes; the moment i played the demo for fields of mistria and met such a grumpy and toned tsudere i knew immediately that society would go wild for the guy. i just wanted to reimagine what the first meeting would be like between a female player and him (you could totally read this with any pronoun and it would still work fyi!)

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After Lady Adeline gave her the quest of meeting everyone in town, the new farmer was determined to fulfill it. All morning she had been received affably, which she greatly appreciated. The capital was all too often unwelcoming towards anyone and anything. As she wound up at the blacksmiths, she expected much of the same.

Walking into the establishment, she was greeted with the sounds of heavy clanging. She shifted her glance over to two men hovering over an anvil-- shaping some sort of weapon. One of the men, who was much taller than the other, looked up immediately to see who came in and offered the farmer a wide, cheery smile. The other, seemingly annoyed with the disturbance in his work, only followed his gaze as he slowly dropped the hammer to his side.

“Hey! You must be the new farmer everyone’s been talking about. I’m Olric, and I work here with my brother,” the friendlier of the men explained, shaking her hand eagerly. His brother, seemingly very interested in the wall to the left of them, said nothing. The newcomer took her time in observing him. The smaller of the two was in no way less toned than the other, and his arms were wicked in sweat from working near the forge. His fiery red hair was partially pulled back from his face with a navy bandana, but his bangs were so long that they still easily covered most of his forehead, giving an almost “edgy teenager” kind of hair-do. His facial expression matched the previous description too, frowning bitterly at the wall with narrowed eyes. 

“It’s a pleasure,” the young farmer replied with a gentle smile of her own, “and who might you be?” she asked the red-headed brother. 

At first, he didn’t respond, and was unwilling to make eye contact with her. When eventually got his eyeballs to function again he locked his black gaze into her own. The young man had the audacity to slowly observe her from head to toe, almost as if he was sizing himself up to her. He defensively crossed his arms and pinned her down with a steely stare.

“The name’s March. What do you want?”

Immediately, the farmer faltered a bit. It seems like she was already getting used to being treated cordially here in the countryside. However, Olric didn’t flinch at this interaction, so she assumed that was just what he was like regardless of who he was talking to. Regardless, she tried not to let his cold attitude get her down, instead offering a hand with a smile, “I’m the new farmer in town. Thought I might introduce myself to everyone.”

He slowly and hesitantly shook her hand, and quickly crossed his arms again as if her touch burned him. At least he had some sort of manners, no matter how reluctant.

“I don’t see what that has to do with me, farmer,” He drawled out, spitting out her occupation like it was poison.

 “Regardless of what Adeline says, we really don’t need an outsider to come in and solve our problems for us. I--” he stopped himself, and she began to understand why he was acting so prickly to her, “--we have everything under control. Just don’t get in our way.”

And with that, March turned his back to the farmer and continued to work on shaping the weapon on the anvil. The farmer just stood there, dumbfounded. Olric even seemed surprised with that last admission from March as he scratched the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly. 

“Sorry about that, March is a little upset about not being the center of attention in the town anymore,” Olric whispered to her, confirming her suspicions.

“No worries, Olric. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. I could see myself working with the two of you to improve the town,” she said optimistically. Olric smiled at that and returned to the working side of his brother as she turned away to leave.

March grumbled to himself as he slammed the hammer down onto the molten iron. Who does she think she is, strolling into Mistria thinking that she deserves love and praise despite not yet doing anything for the town? I’m sure he’ll come around eventually? I could see myself working with the two of you to improve the town?! Oh please, as if he needs help from some dumb and pretty outsider. Her blind optimism almost makes him feel sick to his stomach, and her saccharine smile made his stomach churn in a weird and unwelcome way.

“March? March!” 

March looked up from the anvil and over to his brother with a confused but annoyed cock of his head. Orlic only huffed as he adjusted the slowly but surely forming sword on the anvil. 

“You were going to strike the metal with half of it hanging off the side! Gosh, that farmer’s really got you in a mood huh?” Orlic huffed.

March stiffened and reddened with frustration, “No way! She’s just some boring outsider. There’s no way she’s actually going to contribute to Mistria.”

Orlic crossed his arms with a scoff, “I know you dude. No one has ever made you this mad by simply existing,” March flushed further, upset that Orlic sniffed him out this fast. His brother studied his facial expressions and the young blacksmith prodigy fidgeted with his hammer. Olric broke out with a wide grin after a few moments.

“No way.”

“W-what?” March bristled.

Orlic shrugged, his mouth still graced by an insufferably large smile, “Oh, nothing, nothing,” he said, heading over to a shelf to grab his own hammer. For a second March let out a huff of relief that his teasing brother was letting his quips go, until--

“That farmer is pretty cute, dontcha think?”

March sputtered and vehemently denied it.

“Oh sure, sure. It’s not like I watched you oogle her or anything.” 

“Shut up! That didn’t happen. Let’s get back to work, we’ve already wasted enough time over pointless chit-chat.”

Orlic shrugged and quietly went back to work once he was satisfied with getting a rise out of his sibling. 

It didn’t take that long for March to discover that he enjoyed working with the farmer. And to come to terms that he found her cute, too.

[ebbpettier]

*sees you're into Simon Snow and also Percy Jackson*

*points*

YOU LIKE CHOSEN ONES AND THE INEVITABLY OF THE PROPHECY BUT NOT THE WAY THEY THOUGHT! YOU LIKE HEROES BURDENED WITH RESPONSIBILITY BUT WHO FEEL OBLOGATED TO GO THROUGH WITH IT DESPITE THE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE POWERS THAT BE THAT PUT THEM IN THIS SITUATION IN THE FIRST PLACE! HAHA!

(I also enjoy these things hello)

ALL OF THIS IS TRUE!!!! ADDITIONALLY I'M ALSO BISEXUAL AND I LIKE SWORDFIGHTING AND CHARACTERS WITH THEMES

also this picture is awful bc the lighting in here is awful but

[hotgirlkorra]

I know for sure Water Tribe folks use animal skin and fur to make their clothes, but what do they use to dye them?

[chiistarri]

i think its crazy that some perachel shippers think canon percy would have chosen rachel over annabeth if she didnt stop herself from being a choice (their words not mine) ? did we read the same books ? love the ships you want to have happened but canon percy was enamored with annabeth like. canon books percy chose annabeth over and over and over and would have never picked anyone else over her romantically ?

[cantdanceflynn]

Also I dunno if ill be editing or posting episodes of it bc I haven't checked if obs picked up my microphone but I joined an smp and promptly ended up speedrunning the ars nouveau system to get a familiar even tho I don't even have a spell book to use it with lollll

[vaugarde]

if i had to change anything about dot, id 1) make her fat. 2) make her skin darker (i know mixed race kids can come out looking that pale but… idk feels like a copout to neglect giving her too many mixed traits) and 3) make him a he/him lesbian

[conchfritters]

i need to get less ashamed of talking about my interests on my 0 follower tumblr blog because if i don't point out that despite having one of the most interesting concepts ever presented in a genshin event, shadows amidst snowstorms was not actually well written, and was in fact pretty Poorly written, then who else will. Who else will.

[bauresurrected]

unless i'm writing with a person i'm not shipping with - because I'd never force a ship - honestly half the time there is an underelement of Emily having been in love with her coworker JJ for the past 10 or so years. but she's professional about it like sometimes your coworker gets married to her husband and you quit and flee the country on the same day

emily vc: it is what it is

[toytulini]

Me: okay, dear monstera, I gave you a nice new roomy pot, I'm keeping you hydrated and humid, how about a new leaf? maybe? just one? doesnt even need to have the cute little holes if you dont want, I'll take a solid leaf at this point.

My Monstera:

best I can do is a singular insane aerial root. also, I need a new pot again. my dirt roots are coming out the bottom again

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[imprvdente]

What's in my muse's bag?

Fish Monet, Fish Lecter & Oceanne Holmes

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[myheartismadeofstars]

idk maybe it's me, but I didn't really see Sunny's mom as a particularly bad mother?

"She left him alone for three days with no food!"

Did she?

We know Sunny's perception of things isn't exactly accurate. He sees what he wants, whether it's there or not. He just... doesn't see the closet. Who is to say Sunny didn't just only see the steak because it was what he was looking for? Hero makes breakfast after the sleepover and iirc he doesn't mention going to get food from home or Othermart. He cooked food that was IN THE HOUSE. Sunny probably just doesn't feel up to cooking or eating anything else (probably why she left him the steak, his favourite food. Something he could warm up and eat safely and easily, and could enjoy it (she literally says she didn't mean to leave him without power, and power seems to be restored, Sunny just doesn't use it, but again, Hero cooks. Also he had money, which very likely was from her! (probably in the hope it would encourage him to leave to do SOMETHING)

"She left her mentally ill son alone with knives!"

Boy rarely goes downstairs because he's afraid. (We do see that he can overcome this when hungry so he could still feed himself) it's not super likely that Sunny would overcome his fear enough to get downstairs to hurt himself. Is it possible? of course. But Sunny has lived for four years in the same house and could easily have taken a knife when Mom was at work.

"She never got him therapy!"

The canon game takes place in the 90's-00's. Therapy wasn't affordable yet, and especially not for a single mother who had to pay for a funeral and a divorce, while still paying for bills and mortgage. Not to mention, therapy can only help if you want help. Sunny couldn't open up to anyone. Plus, what was she supposed to do? Drag him out of bed, down the stairs and into the car? That wouldn't be very productive. She probably tried, but was unable to convince him (nothing said she can't get him therapy now if he's willing to so)

"She didn't do anything about him locking himself up and sleeping all the time"

Who says? Also, Hero's parents didn't either. There were two of them, but Hero stayed in a depressed funk for almost a year, he came out of it on his own. Who's to say Hero's parents wouldn't have let him mope for years?

The only things I can really say with any certainty that she did wrong was: forget to tell the power company they needed a couple days (she's busy guys), leave Sunny for three days straight (certainly an issue but most teenagers are more than capable of caring for themselves for a few days), and be a tad condescending to him in her messages and notes.

Meanwhile I personally think Hero and Kel's mom is a much more insidious parent, showing blatant favouritism and treating Hero as the Golden Child but it also seems like Hero is a bit parentified as well, seeming like he had to take care of Kel (snapping out of his year long depression when he realized his parents didn't care about Kel's pain implies a history of him being the only one who cared) Hero, and to a lesser extent Kel, kinda have boundary issues (Both get very involved in things that are other people's issue and Hero goes to get the pictures of Mari, disregarding Aubrey literally saying she didn't want them in there). Hero and Kel's mom also constantly plays the victim. "The dinner I worked so hard on went cold while you were out *checks notes* saving your friend from drowning" and "I can't believe you want to spend time with your friend who is moving away instead of with me, who you will be living with for the rest of the summer" to Hero feeling like he should go all the way to Fix-It to get flowers for her to make her feel better about him... spending time with friends. Sounds like she guilt trips him pretty hard, not to mention convincing him to give up his dream to do what she wanted... that doesn't seem like a very good mother to me...

[sophisticatedswifts]

One time I was collecting seashells on the beach and someone told me I shouldn’t take so many because it wasn’t fair and I needed to leave some behind for other people and that’s what people sound like to me when they complain about Taylor releasing new album variants

[chaos-has-theories]

Dreamed I was a baby lyctor on a roadtrip with John and the rest through uhhhh time-travelled pre-resurrection earth? But fucked up?

Mercymorn was gaslighting John about never having been from New Zealand, actually. John was gaslighting us about setting our van on fire to scare us. Everyone was gaslighting John about being perfectly aware of what he was doing.

Mercy and Augustine started crying because it was the first time they got to see the seashells they grew up with.

[thebirdandhersong]

I realise that I have harmless girl in a hat vibes and was about to get comically affronted about it however I also remembered that I've actually never been able to even properly argue (i.e. the kind with shouting) with anyone like ever (even the people whose words/actions I've worked myself into a towering rage about) without giving up halfway and wanting to cry because I hate conflict confrontation with a passion and would much rather live and let live, even if the person is horribly Wrong. so everyone saying that they'd win in a fight against me is in fact.... very correct

[professional-june-bug]

Hi Julia! I just came back from my mini vacation aaand I got you something! Here *Larry gently sets down a sea shell. It was almost as big as her.* I hope you like it. I say it and it instantly reminded me of you ❤️

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!

THANK YOU!!! It is so big and so shiny! I can pretend to be a hermit crab! 💜

I missed you!

[thekidsarentalright]

pete saying "there's an album in that pink seashell" in an interview two years ago (when talking about the movie reality bites) only to have the baseball show up inside the pink seashell. everyone shut up forever!!!!