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thecoffeelorian · 8 months
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I read up on skogsrå in the morning, listened to ghost stories about dead coal miners and mama bears in the afternoon, and watched Deer Lady avenge her friend in the evening.
It's a lore sort of weekend.
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theyoungwaldschrat · 4 months
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This year's årsgång. Happy Solstice and Welcome Yule!
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dreamer-73 · 1 year
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I’m Kind of in an art block, so I wanted to doodle some of my favorite characters.
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creatureofsorts · 2 years
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Spooky season means spooky goat creature in coat (Even though they come around in December but shoosh)
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bogbitchthings · 11 months
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I finally finished getting the achievements in Deadly Premonition on Steam, god damn what a journey that was. I really wish the port wasn't so fucking buggy but I'm happy I was able to finish it.
After that I finally played Year Walk and got those achievements. Productive day since I had to spend the early part of the week doing school work.
So so tired, but I'm going to start PS1 Clock Tower tomorrow
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mako-bones · 1 year
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Year Walk Chapter Ten
...Is not done yet!
I was foolishly thinking that by this time, my story would be complete by the release of Tears of the Kingdom. However, family issues and school continue to give me challenges, but I am working on editing and revising the latest chapter. I haven't forgotten about it!
Here's some snippets that you can expect to read in the next chapter!
When Mipha gazed upwards at the statue’s eyes, something unreal sent a cold bite to her spine. A statue was built to be a memory, and in the Temple of Time, something regal and encompassing. Something unspoken passed between stone, gray eyes; Something the Zora Princess thought, and something The Hylian Goddess knew. 
“Let us be without malice in our hearts, though it flows with us through these never-ending cycles.”
It felt like Mipha was already drowned in the depths of Hebra’s blizzard. Too quickly, Mipha tore her gaze away, nearly blinded by the sunlight ahead, her breaths hitched. 
“Are you alright, Mipha?” Urbosa glanced around, her hand hovering over her weapon. Mipha’s tail twitched in agitation, and she clenched her fists to hide the claws that retracted. 
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“Are you not aware of the dangers we face if we pursue this?” Urbosa asked. 
“But don’t you understand that the Calamity does not wait either?” Zelda interjected. 
Mipha raised her hand. “I understand both sides. However…” The weight of the decision was choking her, and although she meant every word... “Urbosa, we need Revali. Vah Medoh needs Zelda. If we leave tonight, we can rest at nearby towns on the way.” 
“Warm clothes will be provided by this evening!” Zelda jumped up, giving no time for Urbosa’s counter-argument before she was scrunching up the map. “The thickest, warmest Hylian wool can get. It will be done by tonight, and we leave before dawn breaks.” 
“Thank you, Mipha.” Zelda spun around, her hand grazing across Mipha’s forearm, before she whisked away with her servants to prepare. Mipha’s cheeks warmed, but the uneasiness in her stomach prevailed. 
Urbosa shook her head, footsteps echoing on stone tiles as she retired from the conversation. Muttering under her breath--whatever she had said was lost to Mipha’s newest bout of grief, hands twisting tighter and tighter as she finally left the empty meeting room.
The matter of the conversation was over with. The weight of the decision was heavy, risky and uncertain. The journey to Rito Village was underway, but a mirage of hope drifted between reality and a matter of time. 
The faint taste of spicy meat-and-seafood fry lingered on her tongue, the warmth of a wooden bowl in her hands, steam rolling across her scales. She could hear a boastful laugh, but more than that--Mipha could picture Revali ruffling his feathers at Mipha’s news, her premonition and nightmare, and Revali would frown. Guarded, but their experience was shared. They knew each other, and knew of their fate at opposite ends of the world. 
“I thought I was, well…It seems nothing more than a nightmare, myself. But if the both of us have experienced this “reset”, then it must be more than coincidence, hm?”
Deep breaths. Mipha clenched her fists, and slowly unraveled her claws from her palms. 
The cold winds of the corridors melted away. The chills drifting among her shoulders melted away in the passing blocks of sunlight.
“Is everything alright, Your Highness?” A young servant bowed low to Mipha in the hallway, passing by with a loaded basket in one arm, and another of red ribbons. Their face was hidden by a traditional Sheikah cloth, but the polite concern was present enough. 
Mipha nodded, mustering a smile. “Everything is just fine, thank you. What a beautiful uniform you have.”
The servant’s shoulders shook, head tilting to glance at the whites and blues of Royal Sheikah attire. Their long ears twitched, red earrings jingling faintly. “Thanks! My mom made it for me.” 
They scurried off with a bounce in their step, hurriedly taking off to their original task, and Mipha to hers. She could inhale without a striking pain in her lungs. 
Everything would be okay. 
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freckled-lili · 3 months
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Welcome to Supernatural Apple! We're here to serve you - even when you're a being that doesn't really exist!
ManlyBadassHero, Year Walk Let's Play.
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malinaa · 5 months
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you#think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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sidequestzone · 6 months
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October Roundtable: Horror Game Settings We Might Survive
Gaming lets us experience a number of different worlds and settings totally inaccessible to us in real life. Sometimes those worlds are pleasant escapes. Sometimes they’re oppressive, threatening hellscapes. In this, the spookiest of months, it’s the latter that’s our focus—the gnarliest, nastiest (and also our favorite) settings and premises that we nonetheless think we can survive. For this…
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allmyuglyorgans · 7 months
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Year Walk, a short and beautiful experience based on the Scandinavian tradition of Year Walking, otherwise known as Årsgång. "In the old days man tried to catch a glimpse into the future of the strangest of ways they locked themselves in dark rooms not partaking of food or drink At the stroke of midnight they ventured out into the night through the dark woods where strange creatures roamed To see if they would be wealthy to see if they would be happy to see if they would live to see if they would be loved"
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ellerbean · 7 months
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Follow me on twitch for some spooky games and cat content.
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erabu-san · 9 days
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I am a shoujo manga lover and my dose of romance is being feed by a fantasy action gacha game.
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theyoungwaldschrat · 1 year
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The Return of the Sun - Pictures from this year's årsgång
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thefreecheese · 8 months
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The Free Cheese Episode 520: Season 10 Redux
This week on The Free Cheese, trophy unlocked. We pluck from our past and revive a few of our favorite segments from last year. First, we run through a series of This or That themed around the games we played in August. Then, we use random name generation to help us find sequels to games on our list without one. Finally, we try to guess a game on The List based on a series of brand new trophies…
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going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:
There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’
like wow babe. good fucking point
#like you were on the ground biting the carpet and dry sobbing while you wrote that and still. good fucking point#not a shitpost#cptsd#and it's true. there's never a satisfying answer#the truth is i know why i wasn't loved#i analyzed my parent's traumas and abuse to death. i understand why i alienated and was alienated from my siblings#i know why my mom was too overwhelmed to be capable of nurturing#i know why my dad vanished into addiction and avoidance#the details of our cycles of trauma and cptsd and family history i have a phd in all of it#i understood perfectly. i spent years studying and now i knew the answer#and guess what? IT WAS NOT SATISFYING!!!#because they still didn't love me! and i still couldn't change that!#it was still a completely unsatisfying state of affairs!#so like. when the people who are supposed to love you...don't.#when the people who are supposed to take care of you...fail to#you can look for answers and reasons and explanations#but that's not actually going to FIX your situation.#and it's probably not within your ability TO fix the situation. (and definitely not your job)#because you don't need answers--you need a new situation#*inserts Just Walk Out. You Can Leave!!! (Running Skeleton) Meme*#and yes. walking out isn't always possible.#but for you i hope it will be one day soon. and i hope you build the courage to take that leap.#stepping away from the people who failed to love you...it feels like being untethered but also like being lighter than air#new and scary. immensely relieving. the future opens up. empty but empty like a canvas. blindingly bright until your eyes adjust#like climbing out of a pit you called home and for the first time realizing how bright the light of day can truly be#when you aren't just getting glimpses from the bottom of a hole
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lilowoof · 2 years
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