#crystal data server

[ainarosewood]

Excitement

FFxivWrite2024 Day 23 Prompt: Cloud Nine

Ruru hid a smirk as she saw Raha's face light when she asked him to come along. The boy was positively beaming and it was adorable. He reminded her so much of Taln in his eagerness and excitement for just about anything to do with adventure. What they were doing wasn't very exciting just a run of the mill culling of some beasts. Even still he was moving with an all but bounce in his step excited because he was on an adventure with the woman he idolized.

If Ruru was honest with her self his hero worship was uncomfortable at the least down right worrisome at the greatest of it. It had nearly gotten him killed and she had made her opinion of his attempt of self sacrifice well clear. He had taken it pretty hard but he had no idea the history she had concerning male Miqo'te dying for what they thought was a good cause.

Raha turned to her and said, "Looks like one of our quarry is directly ahead shall we…"

"Hold yer chocobos lad no sense in rushin up cause these ones don't move that quick lets take a moment an watch cause they also move in packs so just cause we see one don't mean its alone."

The Seeker nodded his tail lashing in agitation but he heeded her words which relieved the old Lalafell to no end. She wasn't going to have another young fool rush in. She shook her head dispelling the memories that were trying to shadow her mind and focused on the beast ahead. As was so often the case she had been right within moments of them observing two others joined the lone beast snapping and snarling at their packmate.

"You were right Ruru…hmm how do we go about this then." Raha murmured

"Ye've been working on yer spell work right?" Ruru asked

The Miqo'te nodded and he adjusted the staff in his hand looking at her expectantly. She nodded reaching for her Paladin soul stone and in a burst of aether she was armed and armored, "Well then I'll charge in at the one on the right ye put to sleep the other two and we'll do what we can te put it down fore that spell wears off. Or if ye still got that binding trick ye had as the Exarch use that."

He gave a rueful smirk, "That had been a bit of Allagan technology and sadly is currently sealed away within the tower."

"Right, so then use a sleep spell then aim some fiery blasts at the one I'm gonna be hitting just try not to singe me ye?"

Ruru then charged in as she felt the magic hit the other two creatures. The one she was aiming at met her with jaws snapping as she brought her shield up. It then howled in pain as a fire ball burst on its back and when it started to turn she bashed it in the face with her shield making it focus on her.

As the battle continued Ruru was relieved that Raha was so willing to listen to her. These things weren't difficult to deal with but they definitely used pack tactics to their advantage against what to their feeble minds was easy prey.

They had a bit of a surprise of a handful more joining the fray but again Raha listened exactly to her instructions and they handled them with minimal trouble. The worst injury received was Ruru had a pretty nasty bite to her shield arm. Which Raha began to heal as soon as the battle ended.

As he was healing her Ruru said softly, "Ye have no idea how grateful I am lad that ye actually listen. Not everybody I've worked with was so willing to so quickly."

"Did…did you lose someone because of that?" he asked tentatively clearly fearing he was overstepping boundaries.

Ruru gave a sigh and nodded, "Aye, he was a long time partner of mine both as an adventurer and personal. He was a lot like ye eager to do what needed doing wanting to help everyone he came across. We had been asked to deal with some bandits and even though he knew I preferred to observe before going he charged in and…."

"I am so sorry Ruru…can I ask what his name was?"

She gave him a reassuring smile, "Taln of the U tribe. We had met when we were very young on a Little Ladies Day. Poor lad had no one really cause o a sickness that struck the tribe and he was really shy and not one to easily speak with folk."

"Please tell me about him Ruru if it doesn't pain you too much to do so. I'd like to get to know him." Raha said softly

She gave him another smile and nodded, "It pains me a bit but he wouldn't want me to wallow in grief so ya I'll tell ye bout him,"

She then began to talk about Taln in detail something she hadn't done in some time doing her best to keep the smile that kept wanting to creep on her lips as he all but hung on her every word about a Miqo'te he'd never met but she was sure the pair would have been close friends had they ever gotten the opportunity.

[talesfromeorzea]

Family

FFxivWrite2024 Day 11 Prompt Surrogate

"Hes got no one Ru we gotta do something," Taln stated looking at his partner with pleading eyes.

"I don't deny that Tal, but how do you expect us to take care o him if we're always on the road? What if we get into trouble? I'd rather not have a kid in the midst o some o the stuff we've dealt with." Ruru responded.

"I…well….I mean obviously I aient intending to take him on the road with us but we can't just leave him alone."

Ruru nodded looking down at the young Elezen who was sleeping between their chocobos. It was evident that even the stubborn birds had taking a liking to the kid.

Taln was right the boy, Almault had no one. His parents were victims in a recent attack on their village and the other villagers didn't have enough left from the attack to aid a young orphan. Which left the boy with no where to go and in the hands of a pair of too caring adventurers.

"Seven hells," Ruru hissed to herself, "I'll see if my sister can look after him. Aside from that I aient gotta clue what else to do."

"Really?" Taln asked his tail swishing in delight

She gave him a grin, "Aye, Im not about to abandon the kid. And my sis inherited the family business so he won't go without. Only thing strange for him is there aient many Duskwights in Ul'dah. But kids are kids and Im sure it won't be hard for him to find some friends."

"And we can of course visit him between adventures." Taln added beaming

Ruru laughed, "O course, one ye won't let me hear the end o it if we don't and I have a feeling that Pumpkin and Cinnamon there wouldn't either given how they've curled about him."

Taln nodded then said, "I'll make him some food for when he wakes then we can tell him what the plan is."

Ruru nodded and smiled as the Miqo'te then rushed to their packs and began gathering his cook pan and supplies. Ruru simply watched him amused realizing that they technically just adopted the boy. She then rummaged through her pack till she found a linkshell she had not thought to need to use at all.

She placed it in her ear and channeled the bit of aether to it hearing the triple chime of it activating. After a second set of chimes a voice came over it, "Well I hardly expected to hear from you Uma. Whats wrong?"

"I need yer help Une." Ruru responded, "Me and my partner U'taln have come across a young boy with no where to go. I can't take him with us cause o the dangers so I was wonderin."

"If he could stay with me. O course Uma ye know full well mom and da would never let me hear the end o it if I refused. Whats the boys name?"

"Almault, and fair warning hes been though a lot. There was a mess here in the Shroud and his folks had got caught in all o it and I'm pretty sure he saw far more than a lad his age should if ye get what I mean,"

"Poor kid, understood ye bring him by Amber Silk Tapestries and I'll get him settled,"

"Thanks Une I appreciate it, and o course we will not only send money to ye to support him but we will be by from time to time." Ruru responded

"So no chance o this new responsibility having ye two settle down is there?" Une asked an almost wistful tone in her voice

"We've been over this Une, I aein't made for business and dealing with customers. Do you remember the one and only time da had me in the shop." Ruru asked

Rurune giggled over the linkshell and responded, "Aye Silver Wolf still to this day gets a discount cause o how badly ye offended him. I get you its just…I miss having ye here."

Ruru gave a soft smile, "I know sis but look at it this way, Taln and the birds aient gonna let me avoid coming to visit the lad so this'll be a way ye get to see me more often."

Another giggle came over the shell and Une stated, "I'll hold you to that see you in?"

Ruru did the mental calculations, "Three days from where we are in the Shroud. That's o course if the weather don't get to soggy and slow the birds down."

"See you then sis," Rurune replied as the linkshell clicked indicating she had shut it off.

Ruru sighed and looked over at Taln who was carefully measuring out some spices for the rub on the dodo he was preparing for the boy. Looking over at the sleeping Elezen Ruru said softly, "Hope ye like spice lad cause thats what Taln prefers."

[daysbeforedawn]

LFRP: M'aeltaa Ktemo

I'm back after a hiatus and looking to make some new writing friends! My peak hours are 8pm CST and after most days, with more room on the weekends. I am up for in-game RP (preferred when possible) or in discord. DM me here to chat more ^^

[tea-ffxiv]

Join us at 7:00 PM eastern daylight time (EDT) on Monday, March 31st on the Balmung server at the Shroudrose Teahouse and Tavern located at Lavender Beds, Ward 5, Plot 58 nearest the Lavender Northeast Subdivision aetheryte. Come try Shroudrose’s specialty blends of tea! Enjoy a cup in our tearooms on the main floor and second floor (including our far eastern themed rooms), or purchase some loose-leaf to brew at home! You can always cozy up in our library to read or get some work done while you enjoy a cuppa. Snacks and treats will be available to compliment your tea.

This event is bi-weekly at 7:00 PM eastern time the first Monday and third Monday of each month (and fifth Monday, if applicable).

If you’d to learn more about our FC including details on our Information Brokering and Private Investigations services, our Recruitment, Discord, and more, please go visit our: teaffxiv.carrd.co

[dearestcherry]

scholasticate dormitory

a room i made for my theomocent alt, themed after a scholasticate dormitory room. this was as much as i could do with his gil, but i'm happy with it. i always try to make sure my builds have at least one good photo location, and in this case, i find the reflection from these stained glass panes over the scholasticate furniture very beautiful.

details: balmung, empyreum subdivision, ingleside apartment, ward 2, room 2.

[fair-fae]

Lady Faye and Val Covington are getting married (again)! @its-the-val-pal

Celebrating 10 years of marriage together, the Covingtons have chosen to renew their vows to one another in the first public ceremony of their love following their original private elopement. Join us at the Sanctum of the Twelve on Sunday, June 16th at 9:00 PM EDT on Balmung. A reception with food and drinks will follow at Shroudrose Teahouse & Speakeasy at Lavender Beds, Ward 5, Plot 58 on Balmung. If you wish to attend the eternal bonding ceremony, please contact me or Val so we can deliver you an in game invitation.

Syncshell: MSS-ELCNWSM9K514 Password: FayeValWedding

Q: Do I have to be IC? A: No, you do not have to be IC or participate in any role-play, but please be mindful that this is an IC event, and be respectful to those who are role-playing and their immersion.

Q: Does my character have to know the couple IC? A: No! First dibs on the invitations will go to those close to Val and Faye, but you can consider this a public occasion. Anyone can attend, and if you can't find a reason for your character to be there IC, you can always attend OOC.

Q: I can only make it to the ceremony/reception, but not the other! A: That's perfectly fine! Both are not mandatory. Come and go as you need. The eternal bonding invitations are only necessary if you are attending the ceremony, so please do not request one if you will only be going to the reception.

Q: Do I have to be on Balmung? A: Unfortunately, due to the game's limitations on eternal bonding ceremonies, only characters on Balmung may attend the ceremony. However, characters on any world may still attend the reception at the teahouse following the ceremony.

[totallynotgarlean]

When the joke character starts to get a deep enough back story to deserve her own blog...

[dane-ffxiv]

Our 4th Annual Flourish Beach Party is only a week away!

🌺 Sat. June 15th @ 7PM ET 🌺 Mist: W3-P51, Balmung 🌺 Event Carrd 🌺 Twitter Advert

Enjoy food, drinks, games, & activities from some of our favorite people— The Bel Canto, The Still & Strings, & Verdant Cafe!

A few of our activities include...

Beeboo — Our favorite allagan sphere is back to toss you around. Think you can hold on?

Kabaddi — A game of high-stakes tag is always a crowd favorite. Will you emerge untouched?

King of the Rock — Two people enter, only one remains; this jousting match has one victor.

Limbo — How low can you go? Face first into a crater of sand, we'd wager. Few have triumphed over the years.

Watermelon Smashing — You can use a club or your thighs, but we're not responsible for any bruised egos.

This is a fun and casual roleplay event. If you're new to the scene, we'd love to have you! Come soak up the sunshine with us and play a few games!

🌺 We hope to see you there! 🌺 @mooglemeet

[kodie-ffxiv]

Date night. As usual @mteshi-ffxiv outshines them all.

[ordinum]

"A warm brick bath sits amongst an overgrowth of vines, steam wafting through gaps of rusted grates and old metal." Industrial themed baths. Crystal | Brynhildr | W8 P15 | Empyreum | Room 1

[departedcrown]

after a wee break, i'll jump back into the game and grab photos from other angles because her hair is perhaps my fave part tbh. it's so long and fluffy ( in a braid ) and you can't really tell from the edits. ; w ;

[ainarosewood]

New Home

FFxivWrite2024 Day 10 Prompt: Stable

"Well old boy whaddya think?" Ruru asked as she led Pumpkin into the newly built stables that the Adventurer's guild decided to grant the Scions with their move to the Rising Stones in Revanant's Toll.

The old chocobo strode in looking around making small Kwehs as he appeared to inspect every inch of the new space before turning to her and giving a loud approving "Wark!"

She grinned at her old parnter and said, "Ya def more fancy than we had back home aient it."

He gave another couple o warks and kwehs that suspiciously sounded like grumbles and she chucked stating, "Oh don't be like that ye know I made it as comfortable as I could for you old boy."

The bird stamped his foot and still continued on his warking tirade and Ruru just watched amused as he also wandered through each stall deciding which one he was going to take for his own. The Lalafell simply followed after the chocobo letting him grumble.

"Yes, yes I know. it was comfy cozy then I dragged you back on the cold cruel road with all manner of unpleasantries that have barely been alleviated by some o the stables we've stayed at." She replied

He turned again toward her and stamped a foot again and gave an emphatic "Wark!"

Ruru just laughed and then looked him in the eye and said, "How in seven hells did ye think I felt with both Momodi and Papashan dragging me back eh? I was quite happy with our quiet life on the ranch with not much to do aside from chores and the occasional help o our neighbors."

She then gave a sigh, "But, thats how life is bud, ye should know this by now. Things change and we just gotta make the best o such,"

The bird chirped again and then leaned back giving her a gentle nuzzle and nip before trotting forward and beaking the lock of one of he stalls.

"This one huh, no surprise there right near the hearth outside so when it gets chill ye'll be nice and toasty. Okie lets get ye settled." She responded opening the door for him.

As he trotted in she grabbed some o the nearby bedding straw and helped him make a nice plump nest for himself. Then the old bird settled down in it giving a contented chirp causing Ruru to chuckle as she hung his tack on the pegs for it next to the stall and then rummaged through her packs till she found his blanket.

It was almost as old as the bird himself and had been lovingly patched many times by her own hands. She had woven it back when she had first started learning the craft and the feisty bird had snatched it and settled under it as soon as she had finished it. He had loved the thing so much she didn't have the heart to separate him from it and had taken pains all these years to repair it when it was damaged. As a result it was a patchwork of different patches depicting various vegetables that he loved.

As soon at it draped over him he gave a contented Kweh and snuggled down settling in for the evening. As Ruru turned she saw Alphinaud looking at her with questioning look. She cocked her head slightly and said, "Something on yer mind lad?"

"Do…does the Echo allow you to understand his calls?" He asked

Ruru gave a heartly laugh, "No no, I got no idea at all what those chirps actually mean technically. I just know the old bird from all our years o travel and get….call it impression o what he means when he starts the chattering. Alot o it is mostly reading his body language."

"Oh, I pray forgive me it was just almost like the two of you were actually conversing…"

Ruru nodded, "In a way we were. Look lad when ye travel as much as I have for as long as I have and yer only companion on the road for a chunk o it was the bird ye ride. Ye tend to well have to talk to someone."

"I see," he responded

She grinned, "Sorry to disappoint but it aient some mysterious, mystical god given power. Its just years o association and not worrying bout what someone might think o me talking to him."

He smiled, "I wasn't disappointed, more I was merely wondering if it was a yet known facet of the Echo since we do not fully understand all of its capabilities."

She nodded her grin widening, "Nope just an old adventurer babbling to her oldest friend on the road. Pay it no mind."

He simple nodded and watched her as she left the stable whistling to herself. The Echo allowing actual understanding that would be handy she thought to herself as her mind drifted back to the many times over the years the bird had tried to warn her of some danger or hazard and she hadn't known until it was too late to avoid it.

[necovius]

I'm grieving so much rn I'm in the Light data centre T‿T

Everytime I join a guild and equip my new tool/weapon, Arthur becomes completely stripped off his clothes; it's so embarrassingggg.... And I have to very quickly dress him in unflattering clothing to save his dignity..

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #27

Danny wasn’t trying to become a supervillain’s protégé. Honestly, he was just trying to survive another semester at MIT without spontaneously combusting from stress. At nineteen, between triple-majoring in Astrophysics, Mechanical Engineering, and Paranormal Biochemistry—and moonlighting as the occasionally-glowy, occasionally-exploding, semi-competent vigilante known to the public as Phantom—Danny was hanging on by a thread. A very frayed, very caffeine-soaked thread. So when one of his professors suggested a special “independent study project” with a visiting Latverian dignitary-slash-scientist, Danny said yes without thinking. He needed the credits. He needed the money. He needed the free lunch vouchers. What he did not need, apparently, was to accidentally apprentice himself to Doctor Fucking’ Doom.

At first, he didn’t know. To Danny, “Victor” was just this weird, intense European dude with a crazy sense of fashion (who the hell wore a green cape in broad daylight?) and a laugh that definitely belonged in a villain origin story. But Victor paid well, never judged him for falling asleep mid-sentence, and always had the best coffee imported from who-knows-where. Danny figured he was just some rich old nerd with a lot of quirks. Maybe a little murder-y, but hey, Danny was from Amity Park. His standards for “dangerous mentor figure” were catastrophically low.

“Daniel,” Victor intoned one day, standing over a schematic that looked suspiciously like a laser death satellite. “Tell me: what improvements would you make to a mobile interdimensional particle cannon capable of vaporizing Manhattan?”

Danny, who hadn’t slept in three days and thought this was just a theoretical design, squinted at the blueprints and muttered, “Uh… you forgot the phase stabilizer. Without it, the cannon would rip itself apart before you could fire. Also, your aim’s gonna suck unless you recalibrate the gyroscopic system.”

Victor went unnaturally still. “Explain.”

Danny yawned so hard his jaw cracked. “M’kay, so if you adjust the vibrational harmonics here”—he drew all over the deadly weapon diagram with a crayon—“and rework the mana-infused crystal lattice to resonate at a higher frequency… boom. Stable, precise, terrifying. A+ on your murder machine, Professor Von Evilcape.”

Victor stared at him for a long time. Then he laughed. Not just any laugh. A full, villainous, booming laugh that echoed through the lab and set off three alarms in the next building over. Danny didn’t even blink. He just kept doodling tiny ghosts on the margins of the schematic.

From that moment onward, Victor—Doctor Doom, actual dictator of Latveria, sorcerer supreme wannabe, world-class narcissist—decided Danny was his heir apparent. His secret weapon. His beautiful chaotic son who understood him better than any of the clowns in Latveria ever had. He didn’t ask Danny if he wanted the role. He just started sending Danny increasingly absurd “assignments” that Danny, running on Monster Energy and bad life choices, completed without registering how criminally insane they were.

Case in point: one evening, Danny stumbled into the lab with a Red Bull in one hand and a half-eaten burrito in the other. Victor handed him a device.

“Install this at Stark Tower.”

Danny blinked at the tiny, harmless-looking black box. “Uh, what is it?”

“A signal booster for quantum research purposes.”

Danny, who trusted absolutely no one and also didn’t care because he had a paper due at midnight, shrugged. “Okay, cool.”

He broke into Stark Tower that night with the ease of a sleepwalking raccoon, installed the “signal booster” inside one of Tony Stark’s servers, and left. The next morning, the news was screaming about a massive data breach that almost triggered World War III. Danny was too busy trying to finish his midterm essay on quantum entanglement to notice.

“Good work, Daniel,” Victor said approvingly during their next meeting, clapping him on the back so hard he almost faceplanted into a dimensional rift. “You have the soul of a conqueror.”

“Thanks, man,” Danny mumbled, chugging coffee straight from the pot.

Victor took it a step further. He started introducing Danny at fancy functions. “This is Daniel. He is my most promising apprentice. One day he will inherit my empire.”

Danny, half-dead from exams and not paying attention, just nodded absently and said, “Yup. Love the Empire Strikes Back. Great movie. Big fan.”

Victor beamed.

It wasn’t until six months later, after the “Study Abroad” paperwork (actually an all-expenses-paid trip to Latveria) and the suspiciously grand laboratory gifted to him “for his brilliance,” that Danny realized something was deeply wrong.

He was skimming through some documents on Victor’s encrypted network—because of course Doom had an encrypted network called “DoomNet”—when he found it.

Last Will and Testament of Victor Von Doom: In the event of my death, all of Latveria, my scientific research, all proprietary technology, magical artifacts, nuclear launch codes, hidden doomsday devices, and the title of Supreme Monarch will pass to my chosen heir: Daniel Fenton, aka “Phantom,” aka “My Beautiful Disaster Child.”

Danny read it three times.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Am I—AM I A VILLAIN PRINCE?!”

Cue the world’s most pathetic breakdown.

“NO NO NO NO NO. I JUST WANTED A DAMN SCHOLARSHIP!” He hurled a coffee mug at the wall. It phased through because he lost control of his intangibility again. “THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR TRUSTING ANYONE IN A CAPE.”

Danny spent the next two hours panic-researching Victor Von Doom. It was bad. It was really bad. It was, like, world-endingly bad. Murder records. Wars. Kidnapping Reed Richards’ kids. Banning Beyoncé from Latveria because she rejected his dinner invitation. BAD.

And it was too late. Doom had gone on international television that morning and announced Danny’s name as his successor.

“I have chosen my heir,” Doom declared, standing proudly atop his gold-plated balcony while cameras flashed below. “The boy shall inherit everything I have built. Bow before your future king, Daniel Fenton!”

Meanwhile, in his MIT dorm room, Danny choked on his cereal.

“Oh my God,” Tucker screamed over Facetime. “YOU’RE DOOM JUNIOR!”

Jazz was furiously typing. “Danny, that’s treason. Like, actual treason.”

Sam just stared at him with unholy glee. “So… when are you conquering America?”

“NEVER,” Danny screeched.

Too late. The Avengers showed up at MIT the next day. It was not subtle.

Tony Stark crashed into Danny’s quantum physics lecture, kicked open the door, and pointed dramatically at him. “YOU!”

Danny, hunched over his notes and running on negative hours of sleep, blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah, you, Doom Boy,” Tony said, stomping down the aisle while half the class screamed and ducked for cover. “You hacked my servers, hijacked my satellites, and installed a literal doom-signal into my mainframe. Care to explain, junior dictator?”

Danny held up his hands. “Okay, look. In my defense, I thought it was a Wi-Fi booster.”

Steve Rogers leaned in. “Are you actively trying to destroy America?”

Danny’s eye twitched. “Sir, I am actively trying to pass Organic Chemistry.”

Natasha Romanoff clicked a pen menacingly. “Are you or are you not plotting to overthrow the world?”

Danny hesitated. “I mean… define ‘plotting’?”

There was a long, painful silence.

Tony sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Kid. You’re on, like, several different international watchlists. Half of SHIELD thinks you’re planning to nuke New York.”

Danny’s voice cracked. “I didn’t even know how to do laundry until last month.”

And thus began the most chaotic custody battle in history: Doom versus the Avengers versus Danny versus himself.

Victor, naturally, was thrilled. He sent Danny monogrammed armor. A custom throne. A letter that read “My son, all great rulers are hated before they are loved. However feat not. Seize your destiny.”

Danny sent it back with a post-it note that said “pls stop.”

Tony tried to recruit him instead. “Work for me. You like tech, you like coffee, you’re already better at hacking than Peter—”

“HEY,” Peter Parker shouted from across the hall.

Danny groaned into his hands. “I don’t want to work for anyone! I just want a nap!”

Sam Wilson patted him on the back sympathetically. “Welcome to adulthood, kid.”

Things escalated horrifyingly fast. Latverian officials tried to smuggle Danny out of Massachusetts under the cover of night. Doom built a life-sized gold statue of him in Latveria’s capital square. The Avengers started putting “Phantom Threat Level: High” on their briefing files. Nick Fury cornered him in a diner and deadpanned, “Son, you’re one bad day away from becoming an international incident.”

Danny, shoving pancakes in his mouth, muffled, “I don’t wanna.”

Of course, life didn’t let him off that easy.

When Doom inevitably “died”—allegedly vaporized by a malfunctioning time machine because of course he did—Danny woke up to find a legal team at his dorm room.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty,” the lead lawyer said with an evil smile. “You are now King of Latveria.”

Danny fainted on the spot.

He woke up fifteen minutes later to find Sam fanning him with a Doom flag and Tucker wearing a Latverian general’s hat he stole from one of the lawyers.

“So…” Tucker grinned. “Wanna invade Canada first?”

Danny screamed into his pillow.

And somewhere, deep in the void between worlds, Doom—very much alive and sipping espresso—chuckled darkly.

“Atta boy, Daniel,” he whispered. “Atta boy.”

[tea-ffxiv]

Join us at 7:00 PM eastern daylight time (EDT) on Monday, August 4th on the Balmung server at the Shroudrose Teahouse and Tavern located at Lavender Beds, Ward 5, Plot 58 nearest the Lavender Northeast Subdivision aetheryte. Come try Shroudrose’s specialty blends of tea! Enjoy a cup in our tearooms on the main floor and second floor (including our far eastern themed rooms), or purchase some loose-leaf to brew at home! You can always cozy up in our library to read or get some work done while you enjoy a cuppa. Snacks and treats will be available to compliment your tea.

This event is bi-weekly at 7:00 PM eastern time the first Monday and third Monday of each month (and fifth Monday, if applicable).

If you’d to learn more about our FC including details on our Information Brokering and Private Investigations services, our Recruitment, Discord, and more, please go visit our carrd.

[mywitchyblog]

PSA: YOUR SCRIPTS ARE SAFE. PERIOD. FULL STOP. 🔒🛡️

No, Notion employees aren’t sipping lattes while reading about your DR love story or your plot to be the main character in Hogwarts.

i saw this on my mutual @shiftinghoesblog and i though some of yall may need reassurence.

The Tea on Notion’s Privacy Policy ☕🍵

Notion’s Data Access and Consent guidelines are crystal clear (source: Notion Help Center). Employees CAN’T just waltz into your notes for funsies. Their policies lock your data down like the vault at Gringotts. Here’s the breakdown:

STRICT Access Controls: Notion employees can only see your data under very specific circumstances, like troubleshooting technical issues. AND THAT’S ONLY IF YOU GIVE THEM PERMISSION. Consent is queen here. 👑 If you didn’t say “yes,” they ain’t got the key, honey.

Encryption is Everything: Your notes are encrypted both in transit (when they’re being sent to the server) and at rest (when they’re stored). Translation? No hacker, Notion intern, or cosmic entity is peeping your Draco Malfoy fantasies or villain-arc DR scripts. 🖤✨

Account = YOURS: You can delete, export, and control every single thing you store in Notion. It’s like having the Elder Wand but for your data. 💼🪄

Let’s Talk Real Safety Tips (Because You’re a Boss 🖤):

If you’re still side-eyeing this, here are ways to flex your data security like the baddie you are:

💻 Password Power-Up: Use a password so strong even Bellatrix couldn’t crack it. And no, “password123” isn’t cutting it, bestie.

🔐 Two-Factor Authentication (2FA): Protect your account like it’s holding the secrets to the multiverse (because, well, it kind of is).

📥 Backup Your Scripts: If Notion gives you the ick, download your scripts and store them offline or in an encrypted file.

And to Those Doubters Saying “But What If—”

Stop it. 🙄✨ Notion has actual legal obligations to protect your data. They’re not out here violating privacy laws to sneak a peek at your alternate-reality plotting. If that’s not enough, why would Linda from IT care about your scripted DR wedding or the drama at your magical prom? THEY DON’T, SWEETHEART. 🥂

So What’s the Vibe?

💎 Notion is Safe AF. 👑 Your DR secrets are sacred. 🔥 Stop worrying and script like the magical icon you are.

Now get back to manifesting your Desired Reality with confidence, sass, and all the ✨main character energy✨ you can muster. Your shifting journey is yours, protected, and unstoppable. 💫🌌 Go slay it, babes. 🔥🖤