Hosting the remnents of thousand year old dreams

[demilypyro]

They should invent sleep that works

[mjfass]

[jlsigman]

Prork (@prork.bsky.social)

#AEW

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Nothing is off topic when it comes to us, happy pride month, my fellow asexuals 💜

[nudityandnerdery]

This Pride Month, remember:

We're here, we're queer, we're really fucking tired so we're just gonna go straight to biting instead of feigning polite confusion if you're gonna be a bigot this time, just so you know.

Happy Pride!

[identitypollution]

Today’s Pride Opossum of the day is Asexual! Screw gate-keeping roadkill, you can eat trash with us!

[cardassianbussy]

Rainbow gowron from @thesuburbanerd

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Description: [A video of a woman riding a galloping horse bareback while holding a large rainbow flag.]

[memewhore]

[travelling-hydaelyn]

~EDEN~

[just-another-cat-blog]

pride month!!!

[lemonsharks]

Is that a miette?

[jeanjauthor]

Pride for you!  Pride for a thousand years!!

[lost-and-cursed]

you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[dreadfulsanity]

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay angry.

[bebx]

[psyduckz]

[userfish]

this pride month we’re all going to be radically pro transgender. or else.

[userfish]

hey so this means radically pro ALL transgender. don’t put limitations on this. all trans people are radically accepted here.

[anneapocalypse]

In the timeline post about the Circle of Knowing I put a lot of emphasis on Thancred having Archon marks at 17 but in hindsight I maybe should have dwelled more on Y'shtola who not only was also an Archon at 17, but also after graduating from ten years of study in Matoya's cave, immediately left to become an active disciple of her mentor's bitterest rival, and I think that is an aspect of their relationship that perhaps doesn't get enough attention. Both the fact that Y'shtola Did That, and the fact that fifteen years later they are on speaking terms.

[anneapocalypse]

Imagine. You're Matoya. You've had this catgirl apprentice for like ten years that you didn't actually want but your culture considers it your responsibility as an Archon to mentor the Youths so you couldn't just kick her out, so instead you were a hardass on purpose hoping she'd quit. But it turns out she was as stubborn as you were strict and she stayed and completed her whole education in your cave and now she's an Archon at 17 and damn it, you're proud of her in spite of it all. Meanwhile the whole colony is planning an exodus back to the motherland. You don't give a shit. You like your cave. You hate the Forum. Put your thesis in the Forbidden section, will they? Fine, you'll seal it away from even them, and go live in a cave. And now that Leveilleur asshole with his prophecies and his doomsaying and his godsdamned seventh verse of Mezaya seven waning moons who gives a fuck is sniffing around your apprentice for some secret society he's forming. Hah! She would never. Except she comes back to the cave to pack up all her stuff and says, Farewell, Master. I'm joining the Circle of Knowing. Master Louisoix wants to send me to Vylbrand. And you're like what the fuck. What the absolute fuck. You're doing what. You're joining whomst. You're what. Farewell, she says, and she leaves and what are you going to do about it. You're not leaving your cave. Everyone packs up and leaves and the colony lies abandoned. You stay in your cave. The Forum says, well, so long as you're staying, can you keep an eye on the Antitower for us. You flip them off. Thanks, they say, and they leave. You don't see your apprentice again for fifteen years.

Fifteen years later, she walks in without knocking and says, It's been too long, Master Matoya. Is that fucking Louisoix's granddaughter you have in tow, you say. Grandson, she says. Whatever, you say. You manage to say something halfway nice about his grandfather.

I need access to your forbidden research, your apprentice says.

You look at her. All grown up and saving the world and not even holding a grudge about all those things you said when she left.

You sigh.

You say, Very well.

Just like that? she says. She's surprised.

Just like that.

[nhaneh]

okay so you got me to actually go look up that one side quest I usually only vaguely remember that you can get from Saro Roggo inside Matoya's cave - as I recall the poroggo is concerned that since Matoya has not bestowed upon him any specific duty, she might find his service unnecessary and return him to regular frogendom and thus asks for your help in trying to learn what Matoya wants so that he might find a suitable means of service. Specifically this involves speaking to a number of Matoya's enchanted brooms to see if they know anything in particular.

I'm going to paste some of the most relevant excerpts below, but if you want to look up the full quest consolegameswiki has stuff here.

First we have this particular dialogue with one of the brooms...

Self-possessed Broom: Em ot semoc eh/ehs, yllanif dna, swish-swish-aroo! So, you wish to know what is dearest to our mistress. That is a difficult question. From her research into aether to her herb garden, much and more is dear to her. Self-possessed Broom: What she loves most, I cannot say, but I know for a fact what she hates above all else: Y'shtola. Self-possessed Broom: How do I know this? Because she never, ever talks about Y'shtola. Why, she goes to great pains to avoid the subject. She wouldn't do that for something she likes, now, would she? (Optional)Self-possessed Broom: What my mistress loves most, I cannot say, but I know for a fact what she hated above all else: her last pupil, Y'shtola.

...which, after briefly reporting back to Saro Roggo, is followed up by this part with a different broom.

Serendipitous Broom: You are he/she who summoned me? Serendipitous Broom: I desire nothing of you, save that you desire nothing of me. I possess no knowledge that could possibly be of use to you. Serendipitous Broom: For my mistress has imparted unto me naught but memories—the memories of a young Y'shtola. Serendipitous Broom: The warmth of her hands. Her determined countenance. Her blossoming into a woman grown. Every mundane conversation they shared. Her sudden departure. The painful farewell. Serendipitous Broom: My mistress cannot bear to have these memories near, but neither does she wish to forget them. So it was that she entrusted them to my safekeeping and bade me to remain hidden. Serendipitous Broom: I can tell you naught more. Pray leave me to my sweeping."

So... yeah. Imagine. You're Matoya. And you have spent the last ten years of your life mentoring what was once this spitting little fireball of a kitten who had absolutely no qualms telling you just what a complete and utter mess your cave is in. And for all the disagreements you've had, all the arguments you've gone through, all the challenges and mistakes and failures and successes... this one ungrateful little coeurl somehow had the sheer godsdamned audacity to dare worm her little way into your heart and become the one most precious souls you have ever known.

And then she decides to just leave.

You're angry - worse, you're somehow feeling... lonely. You. The implacable Master Matoya - someone whom even the dolts at the Forum know not to argue with. You. Are heartbroken.

And so you shut those memories away, stuff them into one of your familiars and send it off somewhere else. Somewhere where it won't remind you of how much it hurts. Somewhere it will be safe.

Because despite sitting on a virtual treasure trove of all manner of mysterious artefacts and magical knick-knacks... those godsdamned memories are somehow the most precious thing you own.