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summertimemusician · 6 months

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Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

#linked universe x reader #fierce deity x reader #is this after Majora?#Is Fierce Deity really there or just manifesting due to being fond of Reader and living in their head rent free?#Is Hylia jealous because she couldn't stake a claim first?#Did he create Satori in this?#That's for future Summer to know and y'all to find out lol. Though this does reference the theory he's the one who sealed Majora #The divinity of Hyrule changes people the closer they are to it #Fierce Deity is both a warrior/demon god and the hopes and dreams of the people of Termina and that duality is fascinating in this essay-#Really I believe that Fierce Deity doesn't mean to harm his users or people who aren't enemies #But the Eldritch Vibes ™ are so much even when he's toning it down it's a slippery slope #Good thing Reader is a divinity magnet just from proximity to the Chain and can put it aside #Plus Time putting on the mask as either Sprite/Mask change the FD as much as he changed him and same for First and Hylia #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes #maybe I'll add more tags or elaborate later idk I need a nap and to work on the other prompts

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braisedhoney · 2 years

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so uh, has this been anyone else’s experience with the recent tumblr ut rp renaissance or is this just a me thing?

@sansofficial @gasterofficial (tagged with permission lol, thanks for the laughs!)

#ney’s art #ney’s comics #maybe?#anyway #wd gaster #sans #undertale sans #sans undertale #wd gaster undertale #undertale wd gaster #undertale fanart #sans fanart #gaster fanart #tagging is a nightmare but i can’t remember which ones i’ve used before #might make more of these later if that’s cool idk #also yes the anon vs gaster is about the bald discourse what of it #this has been a very entertaining week #alternating between feeding my ut crowd and my iswm crew ig

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sentientstump · 8 months

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whatever's on the brains of mine's

#i consumed some new media recently that got me some new drawing juice >:] slurp #and i used another brush so i guess i got carried away with it 😭😭#it not another brush phase mom!!!! i can stick to the one and only brush for more than a year i swear! i mean remember the one for 3 years?#artstump #i mean idk ''xD it may be.. i dont have to be so defensive about it #yall are here for other reasons than brushes i think. ..? right? LOL #hylics #hylics 2 #gibby hylics #odozeir #wayne hylics #those other guys are tiny i wont tag yet maybe later

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livebeginning · 3 months

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Dunno if I'm the outlier here but I'm a lot less likely to reblog a fic if it isn't under a read-more. Sure, put the first paragraph before the read-more to get people hooked, but the majority should be under. I know not all of my followers want to read fic and I don't want to put something on their dash that takes a minute to scroll past, especially on mobile. Hell, if I see a fic in a tag that I'm not interested in reading, making me scroll past 5k+ of words only makes me tempted to block that person so I never have to do that again

TL;DR please put your fic under a read-more

#bg3 fic #bg3 raphael #<- using these tags because I have noticed several people in them doing this #I hope I don't sound like an asshole because some of these fics I see are genuinely amazing and I would love to reblog them #if they only had a read-more!! :(#I never read fic on tumblr before joining the bg3 fandom so idk what the etiquette is here #maybe there is a good reason why people arent using read-mores and I'm just a dumb-dumb #might delete later

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tizzymcwizzy · 10 months

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watched the ml movie

that sure was smth that happened on my screen for real uhuh

#i feel like i'm in a catatonic state rn #more thoughts below‚ no spoilers tho! just thoughts on the movie as a whole #uh #it was not great SJHDHFJG but what where we really expecting huh #overall maybe like 4/10 pushing a 3.5 i'm def gonna have to watch it with better subs visual and audio quality later #excited for the eng dub LMAO #overall there were like 2 or 3 scenes i really liked but MAN that ending was not it #gonna be thinking about it for a while tho #NOT AS BAD AS THE SHANGHAI SPECIAL? CAN I SAY THAT? IDK... IM NOT AS. ENRAGED. MAYBE CAUSE IT'S AN AU #def things going on and happening that i just ???? who did this #extremely incoherent rn if you can't tell #insane . thing. yeah wow ie #tizzy talks #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug awakening #ladybug and cat noir the movie #christ why did they rename this film like 200 times #ml awakening #mlb awakening #i don't even remember which fucking tag i use for it

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socksandbuttons · 6 months

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You know what I think would be interesting? If Lunar ended up being protective over Solar at some point. That is, if it's not too much of a stretch, or it can be like a wake-up call.

Like Bloodmoon goes after Solar and Lunar witnesses, which may set his emotions off? (•v•)

Im gonna assume u meant backup baby au gjfknsga

BUT I love that idea of Lunar being protective. They're already rather protective of one another. (Solar being far more emphathetic with his brother than Eclipse was.) But theyre still babies.

If Bloodmoon got anywhere near Eclipses babies backups, lets just say Eclipse not gonna hesistate. But you can bet more survellience around them and Solar not wanting to be away from Eclipse too much. Lunar being protective could be a result.

#solar being far more emotional than eclipse (since hes a baby.. like literally had no reason to supress feelings like eclipse)#lunar having no reason to fear either. sort of like earlier lunar in putting trust in eclipse.#why is bloodmoon after the babies IDK but he wont do it again #(casually considers more plot here but maybe later)#backup baby au #yeah there we go theres a tag now #guess ill jabeto add that to the other ones too #baby backup au

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cuz-reasons · 17 days

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I can't draw but I need to share the image that was just beamed into my head

It's that "very beautiful, very powerful" lumpfish video but it's Emmet with Joltiks

#submas #yea ill put this in the main tag #i think its funny #ive never wished i cpuld draw more #even if it was just a simple doodle of a joltik copy pasted over top of every lumpfish in the video #oh well #maybe ill try later after work or smth idk #prolly not but i can dream

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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months

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Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead.

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this.

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs. Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair.

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?"

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs.

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles.

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him.

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That.

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to.

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly.

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor.

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step.

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's.

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before.

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray.

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further.

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs, "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of!

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons.

#i love how i kept saying to people: no no i shant write any fic for this. only art.#me like two weeks later: hey guys :)#this is just: i was sitting in class and had a drawing idea but then im obv not drawing *this* in class so my brain went into narrative mod #not exactly 'baby's first ficlet!!!' but moreso ive not written in a while so i hope its alright???#but aaahhh this was actually pretty fun!! idk i think it was bcs i was also being brainrotted by the image of seb kneeling....#maybe ill draw it. but it felt like something that needed the context of narrative and not just oo here is a drawing!#anyways you can always ask me for a directors cut-(PLEASE PLEAE BEGGING PLEASE)#see this is why im not cut out for writing fic #its not like i dont think it can speak for itself. more that im just an overly reflective person who wants to explain all my thoughts #if i wrote fic itd really be just: chapter 1. chapter 1.5 chapter 2. chapter 2.5 #anyways i think its pretty obvious but this is before their wedding and just like peak bitterness.#well not peak. peak would be the first year- first few months of their marriage #but this is fernando who is only just realizing how naive all his expectations of seb were and getting a glimpse of his future #but mostly: mindgames and power play and: whos actually really winning?#also my god jense is literally the best chara in this au. he is vibing and basically just witnessing ye olde reality tv #mark and fernando are always in a weird powerplay with seb(even if seb isnt even consiously doing so) and jense is just free from it all #hmm now how does one go about tagging fic #vettonso #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #martian #sebmark #also idk why im always so concerned abt tagging when im basically just writing this for my little boy king following i have somehow formed #hahaha! it is art to me!:#catie.art.#boy king au

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sieglinde-freud · 2 months

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been thinking about the tharjabelle family unit a lot. i think maribelle spent five thousand years scraping through ye olden baby names textbooks in her family’s library and was like “We shall name our daughter Noire! It’s a lovely name, a reference to your love of the dark arts and [wikipedia etymology section] while still being classy. Just gorgeous. Now, what shall we name our son?” and tharja goes “brady.” mari’s like ???? fym brady what the hell is that and tharja goes “oh its traditional plegian” “Oh, really!? 😄” “no”

#ann plays awakening #domestic tharjabelle i am molding you in my mind #i still have no idea why on earth maribelle named her son brady #there’s nothing wrong with that name. bradys one of my favs #but im lookin at maribelle and im thinkin ur kids name should be remington charlesworth von themis the fourth #or some shit #i mean this positively #i love maribelle #but i can only conclude she was NOT the one who named him #she wouldnt…#unless its like a nickname. what could brady be short for #i dunno. bradworth? thats not a name.#maybe its his #WHATEVER anyways tharja named him. in my head <3 #also and these tags r j becoming my tharjabella hcs extended edition #but also idk i think maribelle wouldnt actually mind if brady was a plegian name. i think she’d like it actually #in game she seems not all that knowledgeable about plegia and is rather hostile #for obvious reasons. i wouldnt like the ppl that kidnapped me either #but i think taking a plegian wife would let her want to learn more about it and especially since later on chrom starts to bridge the gap #between their nations a bit more and by the end of the game while im sure things arent GREAT theyre probably on the way to gettin better #and i just think she’d want tharja to feel more at home in ylisstol so the whole gesture would j be sweet :)#not sure how much tharja would actually care but she’d probably appreciate the effort #wish i had more info on house themis but whatever. i’ll start makin shit up idgaf #fuck you awakening world building

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skeletalheartattack · 6 months

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i haven't played minecraft in years, but with the armadillo winning the vote, i think about how wolves don't really have much going on in terms of their utility. like anytime i tame a wolf, i end up just kinda keeping them sitting at home.

i think if mojang really does feel like wolves are deserving of armour, with the addition of armadillos, they really need to update wolves to be more useful as companion mobs, because personally... i never feel the urge to bring a wolf with me when im going out to do things, especially if it involves combat.

like, what do dogs do best? fetching stuff and digging, right? like i wish that i could just mill about with a wolf and they track a scent or something and start digging into the dirt and then proceed to bring you that item. like it could range from rarely digging up iron nuggets to digging up vegetables or whatever, yknow. combine the fetching stuff with combat and you wouldn't have to manually pick up stray arrows or items from mobs your wolf kills.

the only other thing i wish you could do with wolves is automate their health in some way, like give more utility to the bowl item so you can place it down for them to eat from so you don't have to constantly manage their health by looking at their tail. just minor quality of life stuff i guess.

idk, that's just my thoughts. i do like wolves in minecraft, they just feel rather lacking with the way some new mobs have so much going on, like the sniffer and allay and so on.

#id like to play minecraft at some point but sadly i dont think my current computer can run it due to not supporting opengl #but yeah. i usually keep this stuff to tags but i figured my thought process wouldve ended up with more than 30 tags #so thusly just. lone post of my thoughts.#but back on subject. i kinda think about how you could automate like... mob farms with wolves. but i run into dead ends #like how do you specify which mobs to have your wolf ignore. and how do you target them in the first place without attacking them #like. maybe the scope? like you zoom in on the mob you want attacked. idk. thats a tough one to figure out.#cause like it has to be something that can be easily executed. and easily managed.#like im imagining going to a pig pen and letting a wolf in to go kill and then bring back the items #but like you dont want the wolf to kill all of them... and yeah ik theres more efficient ways to farm mobs #i guess i just want it to be a bit more player involved. add some fun to it.#i like going around and doing things. automation is kinda less of my thing in most cases #especially with the complexity of some things right. like having a simple easy option would just be nice to have i guesz #its just all about how you go about executing it in gameplay #anyway thats all my damn brain power #minecraft #tagging that for myself for if i gotta find it later

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