Ravendas

“I know what this looks like, but we can’t give up now.”

“We’ve come so far already.”

“If there is even a tiny chance that we could make it… We have to try.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Your optimism is going to be the death of us all.” “Maybe. But at least we won’t have to say that we gave up.”

“I refuse to accept this outcome.”

“Listen to me: If you give up now, it’ll all have been for nothing.”

“Don’t make me walk this road alone. Come with me.”

“As long as I’m still breathing, we are not giving up.”

“We’ve been through worse than this and came out in top. We can do it again.”

“You think I made it to this point by giving up easily? Hell no.”

Been working on the interior all day and finally got the downstairs mostly done. *playdead*

Sunday, June 7th, 10am EST

Dynamis - Halicarnassus - Shirogane - Ward 6 - Plot 31

Come drop in for Sunday brunch! Sanji will be serving up a full menu of drinks and goodies!

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

THISSSSSSS!!!!!!! curate your own internet experience. block them because they’re allergic to peanut butter, block them because they have what you don’t, block them because they dislike your favorite food, block them because you don’t like their layout, block them because you can.

blocking is NOT a personal attack against someone. it’s you curating your own internet experience and catering for your comfort, and you have every right to do that.

you, yes, you!!! you CANNOT tell other people to censor themselves for your own comfort and personal likings. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t post. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t write. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t draw. BUT you CAN block them for whatever reason.

Had to have an aquarium, because we don't have terrariums for bugs yet.

Crafting corner, for emergency potions and research. They might not be a scientist, and bigger things are sent for a very specific man (shoutout to Amon!), but it's good practice to do some things yeh?

Kitchen. For baking. still slight wip, but I don't want to clutter it too much, the space is smaller than I'd like-

Howlers personal space/bed etc. Mostly done, though I am adding more stuffed animals on the bed -- I just have specific ones in mind and what not, which will take a bit of time to finish.

Okay this is a massive WIP area, I am trying to figure out what all to put down here. It's meant as general visitation and mingling area, staff room if you will.

Flight deck time! The solid wall side.

Aaaand the other side, where I tried making fake skyline. I'll figure it out, eventually, it's a good start but yah.

And finally, the control center! Some buttons, starmap on the side, wheel, pretty view.

As always, suggestions and ideas are welcome, since this IS still a wippy.

-5 months to 2 years later-

Thancred: Right, we best be off. Take care.

Urianger: Until next we meet.

Y'shtola: Do not be afraid to call on us.

Alphinaud: Same goes for me.

Alisaie: AND ME!

G'raha: Call me for your next adventure.

Krile: Take care, all of you.

Estinien: …bye *leaps into the stratosphere*

Warrior of Light: ………

Tataru: Well, I better get off to work. Bye bye!

Warrior of Light: *walks over to wall and slumps* FFFFFFFFFFUCK! What the fuck was that!? There was a bird woman who threw PLANETS at me and like the Ancients, I fought both Emperors of Garlemald! Why!? WHY DID I DO THAT!? And that shit on the First? I WAS…I WAS NOT IN CONTROL AT ALL! I just wanted to make a little gil…help a lady cross the street, WHY DID ANY OF THAT HAPPEN!?

Riol: Uhh…Warrior of Light, ya alright there lad?

Warrior of Light: SHUT THE FUCK UP, RIOL! WE’RE BECOMING FARMERS! GET YOUR FUCKING SPADES!

Riol: …yeah, alright then. Sure.

-5 months to 2 years later-

Riol: Okay but by Menphina’s Glorious Tits, WHY WAS ZENOS NECRON!?

Warrior of Light: I don’t fucking know man, I stopped paying attention when it turned out Tataru was behind the assassination plot on the Meracydian Emperor’s life!

Riol: WHY WAS MASTER MATOYA THERE!?!

Warrior of Light: I. Do. Not. Know.

Riol: We were suppose to be FARMERS!

Warrior of Light: We were planting PUMPKINS!? How did investigating a seed shortage lead to THIS!?

Riol: The Hildibrand Maid Cafe was a curve ball.

Warrior of Light: HOW WAS ZENOS STILL ALIVE!? DIDNT I LEAVE HIM ON THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE TO DIE!?

Riol: Fuck it, were goin’ back to the First and becoming Dwarves.

Warrior of Light: I dunno man, last time I tried that there were Androids in them there mountains.

Riol: Fucking…WHAT!?

Warrior of Light: Androids! In maid outfits!

Riol: Oh gods, did they look like Hildibrand too?

Warrior of Light: NOOOOO!

Riol: We should become pirates…I bet they don’t have to deal with this shit on a daily basis. We just sail around and flip off Limsa Lominsa.

Krile: Ah, thank goodness I found you Warrior!

Warrior of Light: KRILE GET YER EYEPATCH WE’RE BECOMING PIRATES!

I miss not being afraid to reach out to people.

I miss writing and helping tell stories and…!!

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