#so here we go i guess

[yourdailymarvelmemes]

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2024- Prompt #27: Memory

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After arriving in Thavnair, there was much deliberation over how they should continue on to Dalmasca. Crossing over by boat would be the slowest and safest option, but an airship could get them closer to their destination. However, arranging passage to such a non-standard location proved a bigger obstacle than expected, not to even mention the turbulent winds over the desert region.

"Might I make a suggestion," Varshahn said. "While I can't take you personally, would you consider traveling on dragonback?"

"I suppose...that could work," Fjola held her chin and thought. "A dragon could easily navigate the winds, carry both of us and our baggage, and be less conspicuous than a lone, unannounced airship. But...I don't recall seeing much dragons in Thavnair?"

"Worry not. I have someone in mind, one very fond of helping mortals. I can easily call to her," Varshahn closed his eyes, and a mighty roar faintly echoed from Meghaduta. For a moment, he waited in silence. "...'Tis done. I can't say how long it'll take, but let us proceed to the airship landing, and await her arrival."

While they waited, Fjola had the chance to properly thank Vrtra for his help in Tural, and also introduced Gilded Glance. A little over a bell passed until they saw a red-hued dragon approaching from the horizon, who skillfully landed on the dock without so much as making a sound, clearly used to minding her size and weight around architecture meant for people.

"May I introduce Fylgja, daughter of Ratatoskr herself," Varshan walked over and pet her. "A veritable adventurer in her own right."

"Oh, please, no need for such flattery," she laughed and wiggled. "I'm just doing what I love!"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Fjola, and this is Gilded Glance," she approached, and couldn't resist petting Fylgja's smooth hide. "If you don't mind me saying, you're...Beautiful. Unusually soft for a dragon."

"Hehee, you mortals certainly love that about me," she nudged Fjola with her snout. "...Hmm. You've the faint scent of a dragon yourself...and a tail, besides! What's that all about?"

"Ah...It's a long story," Fjola laughed awkwardly. "And while I'd love to tell you all about it, that's not exactly why we had Vrtra call you here."

"Oh, of course, of course! You wanted to get to Dalmasca, correct?"

"The Whistlewood, to be precise," Gil interjected. "Are you perhaps familiar with such a place?"

"I've heard of it, aye. Never been, but I'm sure I could find it."

"Within the forest is the village Fjola was born in," Gil explained. "She's lost a great portion of her memory, and we're hoping a visit to her previous home might help restore it."

"Oh, you poor thing..! Not that I was going to decline a request from Vrtra himself, but now I simply couldn't, even if I wanted to," Fylgja laid flat against the ground. "We can depart at once! No need to be shy, now. Climb on."

"(She is certainly eager to help,)" Gil whispered to Fjola as she helped him onto the dragon's back. "(I suppose making friends with dragons is just something you're used to?)"

"(I've some...history with them, aye,)" Fjola giggled. "I think we're all ready. Varshahn, could you check if our bags are secured?"

"...Looks like it," he carefully checked that every little pocket was properly sealed. "I wish you luck, Warrior of Light."

"Here we go, then! Hold on tight, my darlings," Fylgja picked up their bags with her forelimbs and prepared to take off. "[Fohl an!]"

[thisismyobsessionnow]

I apologize in advance if I accidentally become a Sram blog from next week 🫣

[krussyarts]

They have literally been rotting my brain so much

Idk whether watching prime was my greatest mistake or my best decision ever

[electron-road-suspect]

I guess we're doing this.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

So, I decided to write this, uuh...

In general, I planned a small headcanon based of this post (⚠️spoilers for SVE events⚠️Is this already a spoiler for someone?), but it turned out to be a damn fanfic, so we have what we have. I hope I didn't make too many spelling mistakes, because checking everything with a translator is such a pain in the ass how the fuck to write fics plz help

Warning ⚠️: suggestive (Well, not really? There's only a mention of underwear and a couple of obscene thoughts from indecent, so there's nothing like that. But I'll put a warning, just in case.)

⚠️⚠️⚠️Spoilers for Stardew valley expanded events⚠️⚠️⚠️

But if you don't mind spoilers, enjoy!

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Winter... Merciless, cold, but still so picturesque winter.

What a beautiful time of year it's been in Stardew Valley! The whole earth is covered with a white blanket of snow, trees and plants, as well as some animals, fell into a long winter sleep, and the residents of the Pelican town, wrapped in warm coats and jackets, plunged into preparations for the upcoming holidays. Because for someone winter is a snowball fights and hot chocolate, and for others - the hassle of buying everything you need for the Feast of the Winter Star, general cleaning and more work, much more work.

At least, farmers of the Valley will be able to take a resr from their hard work and devote themselves to other activities, or just relax with a book near the fireplace, because what can be grown in a snow-covered dugout, right?

Finally, they can all take a well-deserved break. All but one hero.

The winter days made it possible for the Farmer to devote themself to other things besides taking care of the crops and animals, so the hardworking bee of the Valley decided to extract useful ore for their needs and fulfill their obligations to protect people from the monsters that lurked in the depths of the mines.

And endeed, it was a very good hunt.

Spirits today favor the young adventurer, because to get so much gold ore, rare gems, monster loot and good quality purple mushrooms in one day is truly a great success. Smelted ore into bars will serve the Farmer well as a source of income and material for the manufacture of various farming machines, gems will be the perfect gift for most of their friends, and the monster loot... Oh wait. Magnus has mentioned that the void essence and this specific shroom is an important material for him in continuing to study magic. So why not please the wizard with some gifts, especially on the eve of the holiday?

With that thought in mind, the encouraged Farmer set out through the woods straight to the Rasmodius' tower. The time was already late, but they knew that their wizard friend was still awake, this was at least evidenced by the light from the windows of the tower, probably the only source of light in the thicket of a dark winter forest. Also, the light radiated from a gap from the slightly open front door, which surprised the Farmer, who had already approached here to knock.

"Huh, weird. I don't remember Magnus being so forgetful. And who wants a draft with such a frost outside" With these thoughts, the Farmer quietly entered the small lobby filled with various exotic plants.

"Almost all of its plants don't like the cold." They carefully looked at the callesia in a plant pot, shaking their heads disapprovingly, such a bush is thermophilic and can die when the temperature drops. So they carefully closed the front door and climbed the stairs to the top in search of the occupant of the tower.

There was no one in the main hall, although some liquid was still seething in the cauldron. The Farmer noted to themself that the aroma of lavender and chamomile coming from the cauldron is much more pleasant than the everyday stench of moss, toadstools and Yoba know what else.

And yet, Magnus is not here. As the Farmer was about to go down to the basement, they heard footsteps upstairs in Magnus' bedroom. The young Farmer hesitated for half a minute, thinking about whether to go up there, Magnus was probably already getting ready for bed and it would be indecent to disturb him. And yet they headed towards the stairs. Standing in front of the door to the bedroom, the Farmer had already raised their hand to knock, but before they had time to do so, the door itself opened.

"Darling, have you already found what you wanted? We can continue our-" Olivia's purr turned into a grave silence, and her flirtatious pretty face turned pale and froze in shock. The Farmer was also in complete shock when before their eyes was not an adult wizard in purple hair and a beard, but Victor's mother... in lace underwear. The underwear, by the way, really suited Olivia, and the Farmer considered that this was not the thought that should have come to mind in such a situation.

The dead silence and not too decent thoughts of the Farmer were broken by Olivia's piercing screech, which so frightened the poor Farmer that, having taken a step back because of such a powerful sound, they stepped back and fell down the stairs back into the main hall.

Well, at least they didn't hurt too much, thanks to the constant hardening in the mines.

"What in the name of the spirits is going on here?!" And here is Magnus himself, in a nightgown and with some kind of bottle with a liquid, looks like oil, in his hand, appeared in front of the Farmer lying on the floor in the blink of an eye. If the Farmer decided to go down to the basement first, they would hardly be in this strange position.

"Farmer?" Rasmodius looked with surprise at the uninvited guest, who managed to get to their feet. Apparently, he forgot to lock the front door after all.

"What-what are you doing here?!" Olivia came down the stairs, already in a dressing gown (a Magnus' dressing gown, by the way), all annoyed, ready to destroy everything in her path with one glance. "Leave this place immediately!"

The voice of reason told the Farmer to leave the tower right away and run home to the farm, but they still stood still, casting a shocked look from Magnus to Olivia.

"I, uh.. I brought..."

"Ah, Farmer" Magnus addressed the young intruder as he placed the bottle of oil on the table, tired and annoyed in his voice. "Would you be so kind to leave my abode?"

"Y-yeah, b-b-but..."

"But what?" Magnus was already losing patience, as was Olivia.

"Leave"

"I was-"

"Now!" Magnus barked loudly at the Farmer in uncharacteristic intolerance, casting a spell that teleported the Farmer outside, straight into a large snowdrift, back into the dark forest with a flick of his hand. Having floundered in a snowdrift, they were able to find their balance again, shook off all the snow from themselves and walked at a quick pace to their home.

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Winter... So beautiful, but oh-so cold...

The white snow crunched under the Farmer's boots, who went out on the porch to check the morning mail. Although the evening was, to put it mildly, full of events for them, the Farmer was able to sleep peacefully that night. Well, Magnus and Olivia are dating, (kinda?), they are adults and have every right for that. Although the thought of why Magnus was holding a oil jar in his hands didn't bring up very decent thoughts. They had the same feeling after the mayor's request for truffle oil...

Ugh. Enough of that.

There were not many letters in the mailbox, but one of them stood out with dark blue paper and a wax seal. Only Magnus can send something like this.

"Please come to the tower today at 9 pm, we need to talk. It's urgent." That's all that was written in the letter. The Farmer's throat was dry from the upcoming conversation, and although they did not know what to talk about, they already knew that the upcoming conversation would not be pleasant.

With the onset of darkness, the Farmer did not keep themself waiting and arrived at the appointed place at exactly 9 p.m. Inside the tower, Magnus and Olivia were already waiting for them. Victor's mother stood in silence and was much calmer than yesterday, but still looked at the young Farmer rather sternly. Magnus was trying to sound less annoyed and not add to the already heavy atmosphere. The key word is "trying".

"I think you can already guess why we asked you to come here." So far, the Wizard began in a calm tone.

"Yes and no," the Farmer tried to answer honestly and find the right words. Seriously, it was as if they were standing in front of disgruntled parents who had just returned from a school meeting and found out that their child received poor grades in algebra.

"But I understand you are dating, right?"

"Right," Magnus replied.

"In secret?"

Magnus nodded.

"And I disturbed you yesterday, right?"

"How smart," Olivia quipped a little.

"Olivia, please," Magnus tried to calm her down, but she was already turned on.

"And you've been spying on us for a long time, right?" Olivia snapped.

"...Pardon me?" Now the Farmer didn't understand anything. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't make fools of us," Olivia continued. "Are you saying that it was by chance that you came to the tower on this particular day?"

What?

"Why do I need it?" Now it was Farmer's turn to express irritation and intolerance. They can't quite figure out what Olivia is getting at.

"Gossip, blackmail, just for fun, no?" After this phrase, the Farmer felt like they had just been slapped. And Magnus' look seemed to show that he was of the same opinion as Olivia.

"Do you-do you really think that I was spying on you so that I could use it as blackmail? Do you think that badly of me?!" The young Farmer could no longer hold back their emotions when they barked the last word to the whole room. Maybe they didn't know Olivia that well, after all they'd only been in the Valley for one year, but Magnus?...

"I came to the tower to give materials to Magnus and I never knew you were dating. But even if I found out, do you think that I would tell everyone in a row about it?"

Now, there was not a drop of irritation left on the faces of Olivia and Rasmodius. Only regret and shame. They were so sure that the Farmer... Yoba, how wrong they were.

Little drops appeared at the corners of the Farmer's eyes, they had to make a great effort to keep the tears from rolling down their cheeks.

"I don't need it"

They turned towards the door and walked out the door.

"Farmer, wait, we..." The Farmer didn't hear what the wizard and former accountants said next, but simply slammed the front door from the other side. From the huge cotton, some snow from the wall of the tower fell on the youth's head. They quickly brushed it off and walked towards the farm, away from the tower.

It was... painful, to say at least. They expected awkwardness, explanations, but not like this...

In the future, Olivia will apologize to the Farmer for everything that happened, explaining that after the death of her husband, other attempts to have an affair were an excuse for blackmailing her from unkind colleagues at her old job, so she reacted so strongly. Magnus will apologize for such judgments without hard evidence and his rudeness, realizing that this is not an excuse to yell at the Farmer. All three will measure themselves and become best friends in the future, still keeping this secret.

But for now... The young Farmer, with tears in their eyes, are walking through a dark forest, where street lamps and Pelican City decorations are lit in the distance, walking on crisp snow, walking down the street in such a beautiful, but so cold winter...

[followdelight]

Back on my jukebox the ghost bullshit

[shapoopy178]

Friend just showed up at the apartment with a whole bar of magic mushroom chocolate so I guess I'm trying shrooms tonight

[screamingmicrowave]

The bird flies away. You stare at it in the distance, looking up at the sky. You don't want to let it go, but it has to, needs to part. You look at it with awe, impressed with how beautiful its wings are, horrified when the thought appears that if you could just clip them, tie them, cut them, even, it wouldn't be able to go away.

You let it fly away and as the distance between you grows, you stay still. You wonder what life would be if it never had to leave, if you could always be together, and you wonder if it wonders too. You wonder now as it parts if you will be wondering forever, you think that you will. What ifs have always been too appealing to you, too beautiful a concept to let go, too fragile not to pay them any mind.

One day, you hope, you will look at the sky and remember, you won't yearn, or cry, or scream because life is unfair and it took what was yours. One day the sky will only show you what was, and not what could have been. You await for that day to come.

[moonlight-prose]

am i really about to start re-watching mayans?

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[thewizardhole]

my tavs and their romantic partners

[lily-on-the-fence]

There some extreme political dissonance in my life rn. Like on one hand I just started fetting i to anarchism and that kind of anti-authoritarian vibe and really questioning our society, but on the other I'm hoping I got into my Bussiness Relations Master's.

[julijbee]

in awe of the beauty of the world

[goldensunset]

when people refer to canon story-relevant kingdom hearts games as ‘spinoffs’ it makes me sad not only for the obvious reasons i always say but also bc like man i WISH this series had spinoffs. imagine what they could do if they had permission from nomura to truly go off the rails and ignore the greater canon for a second and just do some fun whimsical plotless thing in an alternate universe. imagine a fishing/boating game on destiny islands. kh fighting game. it is an injustice that we have been deprived of kingdom karts. can anyone hear me

[clonewarsahsoka]

Time to read two papers I was supposed to read 3 weeks ago so that I can write about them OTL