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peachjooce · 11 months
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my girlsss <3
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infernaldisciple · 2 months
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i present: cat boy maid vessel ... worship, or something
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chicinlicin · 1 year
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repetition.
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askteamsupernova · 5 months
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to Surya!
what happened in the months after the world was saved and Ammy disappeared? what was your reunion like? (assuming this blog follows the canon events of pmd: explorers)
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Surya: Mom's suggestion was really helpful, actually. It turns out a lot of exploration and rescue teams go through stressful situations like that, and there are always pokemon willing to help them afterwards.
Ammy: It's always good to have a friend to lean on. Sometimes you just have to get things out!
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aashiyancha · 7 months
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Sweet Heart Bakery and Clothing store
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sn0wbat · 2 months
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little doodle dump of einarr again. just because
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ask-obt · 7 months
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Hey Rune, why is your old design look happy, and cute than you currently are?
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Rune: What?? What's wrong with how I am now?
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Dielle: Aw, don't worry! You seem a lot cuter and happier these days to me!
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Rune: W-Well duh! I have friends now, of course I'm happier!
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runefactorynonsense · 6 months
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Cozytober - Day 19 - Boots
You made them into BOOTS? [Small homage to the fact that, no matter what I do, the most notes I'll ever get will forever be that silly video I took of the dang Cheep Cheep Sandals-]
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science-lings · 1 year
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You all know how I like to make botw Link a nerd when it comes to potions and botany but I have now decided that it would also be neat if he was also more interested in mechanics and physics than he seems, like even before the calamity. 
I mean, just imagine, this kid who since the age of four has been naturally great at fighting, the latest in a long line of royal knights, his path only being reinforced when he’s discovered to be the reincarnation of the hero, his duty to the crown being reinforced in his head for years and years, and maybe at first he thinks that he and Zelda would get along due to their similar interests. But she immediately hates him for the sword on his back. 
So every time he escorts her to the royal tech lab, he desperately wants to participate and tinker but he’s just a guard, and all he can do is listen. He loves it when she rambles about what she’s doing and he finds it all fascinating but it’s also been fused to his being that he’s just a soldier meant to gladly die for her and his thoughts don’t really matter. 
Then, when he comes back from the dead, in a room full of mysterious ancient tech, the first thing he’s given is the sheikah slate. And the whole theme of the game is curiosity and discovery and exploration and why should that be limited to just the world? He should be so excited to get the runes and learn how to use them and be baffled by how they defy the laws of physics. He takes pictures and figures out puzzles and has a blast working through problems with the tools he’s given. (also the implied building mechanic in totk... you cannot tell me that he’s not super hyped about making his own car) 
He would think that the champions dlc would be totally worth it when he’s given the master cycle zero, he even gives it the new name of Vah Epona. He powers it with his near infinite supply of apples as if it were a living horse and balances zooming around with teleporting to shrines because that’s just as exciting. 
But in the end he’s still supposed to be the hero, so he can’t stay to talk about tech with Robbie and Purah, he’s happy with waiting for those lectures until Zelda is freed, he has a feeling she’d be interested in it too. 
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feisaru · 5 months
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And it's always back to you again
Always back to you, my friend, you keep me on the run
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wingsyliveblogs · 2 years
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This really was the best thing Eda could have done for Luz. Teaching her spells individually is one thing. Teaching her how to find spells is another. 
Eda might not know much about spell glyphs herself if they’re not common knowledge, and she doesn’t really need to. If Luz knows how to look for spell glyphs on her own, she’ll become much more self-sufficient. And she won’t ever be truly trapped, because the very world around her will show her the way out. 
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decamarks · 1 year
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OH MY GOD I FORGOT SPLATOON HAS LIKE 10 DIFFERENT WRITING SCRIPTS HELL YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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i have to learn all of them and write exclusively in them for the next like 3 weeks.
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rigormortisriot · 1 year
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are there any programs or tutors that help teach people runes? Like I know this sounds weird but I genuinely have always been curious and fascinated with runes (and with languages in general) and would love to know more about runes, especially if it would help me read the original murals and mythologies of the region 
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gray-morality · 3 months
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Runes 2024.01.21
He’d been working on them since Fjúk’s birth, carving the small pieces meticulously. It was slow and meditative work but he was in no hurry. He’d chosen pine, as he had a connection with those trees, but they would later be dyed with black walnuts. The wooden chips were about the size of a gil, each with a different symbol - a rune - in a language known to very few; at least outside the Skatay Range. Sometimes he had to wonder how he managed to remember the ancestral tongue of his people for, truly, he had no right to. With everything he did in the past century to forget who he was - all those emptied bottles and those drugs indulged in - it was a miracle his brain had survived the ordeal. Was it that surprising, though?
Part of him had always refused to surrender. His heart still yearning for the snow and the evergreen forests; his soul still worshipping the spirits of the land. And while the birth of Fjúk marked a new chapter in his life - a new beginning - he could never forget his roots. He recalled the intimate ‘ceremony’ of marriage, the vows exchanged while sitting on their couch. He had used the words of his people, albeit in the Eorzean tongue, a ritual as old as the mountains he called his homeland. Seda, however, had chosen to move forward into this new life, forgoing their old names to embrace the present moment and a future together; a new ‘tribe’. 
He was surprisingly alright with that.
It wouldn’t stop his mind from musing over impossible scenarios, like presenting his son to his tribe. He knew quite well he’d never climb those peaks again. It was for the best, for he had no intentions to relinquish his son to another when he’d be of age. This was a tradition he never questioned, not until he left anyway. Now he had trouble wrapping his head over what was a very large pillar of Vieran society. Why did they chase the males away into the untamed wilderness, hoping they’ll survive? To be part of the strongest? Natural selection… right. Fakhri never saw himself as one of “those strong and brave warriors” that was fit to father the next generation. No, he had been more akin to… a cockroach. A pesky bug that lived on the trash left behind by others, unwanted and regarded with disdain. But however you wanted it gone, how hard you stomped on it, it would Fucking. Never. Die. He had to grin at that. 
Another rune was completed as his mind wandered. Was it strange that, despite wanting to move forward and start fresh, to ‘start his new tribe’ as it were, he still felt a need to keep that thread to his people. For over a century now, his deck of cards had been his companion. A gift from his old friend and mentor, they had guided him and others whenever an obstacle arose or a path forked into many. With the birth of his son and the exchange of vows, they had felt foreign in his hand. His dreams had been full of the scent of pine, of naked feet walking on a bed of fallen needles, under the evergreens swaying gently from a cold breeze. Thus he had taken a day away from his wife and son, to walk where his dreaming self threaded. He came back with a single branch. 
He looked down at his hands, rough and calloused, holding a knife and a completed rune; Laguz. Well then, no wonder he felt so spiritual today. It felt good though, to let the memories wash over him and through him. And maybe this was the message, that starting fresh didn’t require that one completely let go of the past, for it was and would always be the path we once walked. 
And it made the man he was today; a husband, and a father.  And a damn good one at that.
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runicsorceress · 3 months
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Hey.
Sorry- I just- freaked out last time we talked, I wasn't doing good.
I just, wanna talk to you more about things, you seem to know a lot, about a lot.
@pokemoncryptids
oh shit hey tari. it.. wasnt your fault. i was too blunt and harsh and.. sorry for making you just feel worse.
anyway uh. i really aint that knowledgeable about anything.. except games. rpgs especially
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aashiyancha · 5 months
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Starting the Capitol Arc (part 36)
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Masterpost link here
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