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penguin1582 · 2 years
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Molcar matome
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autisminfinite · 2 years
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magical girl morumi !!
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mimipurutchi · 2 years
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I just love her so much😭😭😭🥹 this is Morumi Abbey from the show, when she’s turned into an anime girl theme. It says you may have to play games to get her on the wiki, but you don’t. Once you get Abbey just need to feed her. Where’s my pui pui people? 🧡 . . 🐟 hangyodon-girl @booboos_bear 🐟 #tamagotchi #90s #bandai #cutetoys #tmgc+c #customelectronics #tamagotchimix #nostalgia #tamagotchimeets #tamagotchipix #blueaesthetic #tamatag #retro #tamamail #tama #tamagotchips #creative #tamagotchiusa #tamagotchis #tamagotchisanriomix #toys #tmgc #vintage #cute #kawaii #tamagotchismart #tamagotchion #tamagotchion #tamagotchimeets #tamagotchinano #puipuimolcar #puipui #molcar https://www.instagram.com/p/ChQ08KorJQ3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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magicalgirloftheday · 2 years
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✧・゚:*Today’s magical girl of the morning is: Magical Angel Morumi from Pui Pui Molcar!✧・゚:*
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puipuimolcarfan · 3 years
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Itasha Abbey
Abbey painted as Magical Angel Sweet Mint by a driver (nerd)
[Alright, I'm pasting the exact translation by google, but I want to clarificate some stuff here:
Itasha: "painmobile" or "cringemobile" cars overlydecorated with anime characters (commonly female). They are not painfull only for the embarrasment some people might experience, but this level of customization cost A LOT.
Magical Angel Sweet Mint is also known as Morumi]
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megan-cutler · 5 years
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When communication breaks down:
"Are you okay?"
Morumi's lips moved but no sound issued from her mouth. Her eyes narrowed. She pressed her lips into a grim line and shook her head.
"No, you're not okay?" Rynick demanded, confused, frustrated and more than a little terrified. "Why won't you talk to me? I need to know what's going on so I can help."
Morumi's lips moved again. Rynick tried to trace the shapes they made, in case she was whispering words, but it looked more like she was abandoning the idea of speech halfway through each motion.
Something was wrong. Morumi was stubborn, obstinate even. But the silent treatment at a moment like this didn't seem her style. Did this have something to do with the injury to her neck? He looked toward the suit's bio scanners, but he could no longer read them with Morumi sitting up and moving her arms.
Morumi glowered at him for several seconds. Then she lifted her left hand and started to make strange gestures with her fingers. It took a moment for Rynick to realize that each gesture was measured and precise. These were not rude Caltaran gestures. They were another form of communication. One he had heard of but, sadly, never mastered. This excerpt comes from Soul of the Sun, the third installment in my Celestial Serenade space opera. Learn more about the project here.
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Melhor show de todos os tempos
Não posso deixar de fazer um post sobre isso. Ontem fui ao show do Bon Jovi, que além de ser a minha maior influência musical, é uma grande banda. Estou até agora impressionado com a energia, intimidade com o palco e com o público dessa banda quase cinquentona, fora do comum. John Bon Jovi sabe conduzir a multidão de 70 mil pessoas como se estivesse em um debate com 3 pessoas (tem gente que nem isso consegue), Richie Sambora, Tico Torres, David Bryan e os anexos Hugh MCdonald e o Guitarrista de apoio que ainda não sei o nome são definitivamente showmans e sabem como se portar em um palco. Cresci ouvindo essa banda e até hoje são influência p/ minhas músicas. Grande show. Valeu a pena ter ido.
Luciano Mathias - Believe is not enough
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puipuimolcarfan · 3 years
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Magical Angel Abbey
Abbey, who flies in the sky with the magic of Morumi, became a magical angel
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megan-cutler · 5 years
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Here's another peek at Morumi, one of the main characters in Soul of the Sun:
Morumi had a strange relationship with rain. It wasn't as if she'd never experienced it. Most Caltaran artificial environments supported weather of some kind, even the smaller space stations where she had grown up. Most of the weather was contained to the central bio dome. But she had lived adjacent to enough of them to spend plenty of mornings perched on the window sill watching tiny rivers form as drops wound their way down the glass.
But artificially generated rain was different from natural weather systems. First, because you always knew when it was coming and, inevitably, knew when it was going to end. Second, because it was never a hard, driving rain that bounced off the pavement where it fell. It was always slow and steady, designed to soak the ground and feed the crops. It always started off slowly, to give people a chance to get indoors, and petered off at the end to make sure the cloud stores were properly empty. There were no in between stages; they simply went from sunny days, to rain storm, and back to the sun glittering in the sky since that, too, tended to be artificial.
It wasn't that Morumi considered artificial environments to be somehow less than their natural counterparts. She had lived in too many to consider them inferior. It was that they needed to be carefully cultivated in order to be sustained. If one system malfunctioned, the whole station would be in dire straits by the end of the week. And if the imbalance wasn't corrected quickly, you had to start over from scratch.
Planets, on the other hand, were wild things. They made their own rules and didn't always follow them. Learn more about Soul of the Sun, the final installment in my space opera, and its predecessors here!
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megan-cutler · 5 years
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Here’s another peek at my #NaNoWriMo project from this year, this time introducing another new character:
Solitude was Morumi's favorite state. The quiet. The stillness. The gentle whir of computer equipment as it ran deep space scans and generated neat data results. The steady vibration of ancient thrusters as they worked to keep the station in its slowly decaying orbit. For miles in every direction there was nothing but the silent hulks of Saturn's lifeless moons to interrupt her day-to-day routine. And the moons mostly kept to themselves.
Most people would have considered an assignment like this boring. And that wasn't a wholly inaccurate assessment. Morumi had certainly expected to intercept more than a handful of interesting transmissions when she first arrived. And she had never expected to linger longer than a month.
But Morumi was nothing if not persistent. She refused to be thwarted by an outdated and largely inferior security system. She would not return home, wouldn't dare breathe the concept of reassignment, until she got what she had come for.
And Morumi was as simple creature beneath the surface. A creature of habit and routine, unbothered by long hours spent chipping away at tedious tasks. At the moment, she tapped her fingers lightly in tune to the music flowing through her earbuds while she scrolled through an endless compilation of data.
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