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Just a side blog that will probably get used more than my regular blog. I'll be posting things relating to all the games in the Rune Factory series, as well as some fics of my own. I also take requests! Main Blog: unapologeticbisexual

[lazzledazzler]

omg do u think vishnal curls his hair manually like there’s no way that spiral thing is natural right

[lazzledazzler]

who told him this was fashionable i need information

[raripop]

@lethargicthylacine sorry I’m late, I’m always late, ahaha

It’s your late Secret Santa present! @rfss2016 I love these sibs and so do you!

Let’s just hope they only wear those sweaters together, otherwise it would be awkward

[runeygoddess]

Secret Santa

Finally, here’s my secret santa for @lackadaisical-pottymouth! Your request pushed me way out of my comfort zone, so thank you for that! I hope you like it!

“Who the hell threw that!?”

Doug whirled around, searching for the culprit. He locked on to the most likely suspect and narrowed his eyes. “Hey, you flea-ridden hag! Don’t act all innocent!”

Dylas turned and looked at Doug from where he had previously been observing Frey’s shop inventory. “What are you going on about?”

“I know you threw that snowball at me!” Doug accused, reaching down and piling snow into his hands. “You think you’re so clever, but your brain is still the size of a horse’s!” With that, he let his snow ball fly.

Dylas dodged easily, smirking until he heard screeching behind him.

“Doug!” Frey glared at him with snow sticking to her hair. “You’re going to pay!” She hopped over the counter of her shop, quickly scooping up some snow and lugging it at Doug.

The snow hit Doug directly in the face, making both Frey and Dylas laugh. He stumbled backwards and fell into Margaret, who had to hold onto Forte to keep from falling down.

Leon, standing off to the side, smirked. “Guess it’s time to defend the ladies’ honor,” he said, dropping his fan in favor of making a snowball.

Forte flushed. “We can handle ourselves just fine. Come on, Margaret!” Forte made a snowball of her own and aimed it at Leon, hitting him square in his bare chest.

By now the commotion was taking up the whole plaza. Vishnal and Clorica came outside to see what was going on.

Vishnal gasped loudly at the sight of Doug getting ready to throw a snowball at Frey. “I’ll protect you, princess!” he shouted, the usual fire burning in his eyes.

Frey watched wide-eyed as Vishnal threw himself in front of her, taking the hit for her.

“Oh my gosh! Vishnal, are you okay?”

“It was… an honor to serve you, princess,” Vishnal coughed from where he was lying on the ground. “I hope my service was… satisfactory,” he whispered, and his eyes drifted closed.

Clorica sighed. “I’d rather take a nap but I guess now I have to avenge Vishnal. How annoying.”

Arthur did a double take when he came across the snowball fight in the plaza. “Am I going to have to walk all the way around the castle to get to Bado’s?” he asked to no one in particular.

“Come on, Arthur!” Frey yelled, laughing. “Join the fun!”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’d rather not get my book wet, thank you.”

“This is what I think about your book!” Dylas growled and lobbed a snowball at Arthur. It directly hit his book, sending it tumbling into the snow.

Okay, so maybe Dylas got a little carried away.

Arthur stared down at his beautiful star-shaped book in horror, then slowly brought his head up to meet Dylas’s eyes. There was a rare, fiery rage burning behind those spectacles.

Dylas instantly knew he had made a mistake.

Surprise! It turns out Arthur can be really brutal using nothing but snow and his own two hands.

Kiel soon wandered from the path to his house, humming a tune, when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Arthur’s distinctive book was still sitting in the snow.

“Hey! You can’t treat books like that!” Kiel glared at where Arthur was currently taking out his revenge on Dylas. “I don’t care how much you want to play in the snow!”

“Look, Dolly, I told you they were having fun!” Pico giggled at the sight she had dragged Dolce to come see.

Dolce still looked unimpressed. “This doesn’t look like fun t-”

Her sentence was cut off by a snowball and more high-pitched giggles.

“Fine, I guess it might be a little fun getting to throw stuff at this floating menace,” Dolce resigned and began making her own snowball. She threw it back at Pico, only for it to fly right through the ghost.

“Ha! Can’t get me!”

“Can’t get me either!” yelled another voice, and all of a sudden Amber was on the scene, laughing and using her wings to help her dodge whatever snowballs came her way.

Her laughter was soon cut off by a particularly hard snowball hitting her right wing. “Hey!” She groaned out as she hit the ground.

“Sorry,” Xiao Pai shrugged. “I think that is how this game works, yes?”

“Well you aren’t supposed to hit me!” Amber shouted, and got her own snowball ready to throw.

The noise and chaos reached their peak, people yelling and snowballs flying, when a frustrated scream pierced the air, causing everyone to pause.

“You all are behaving like immature children!” Margaret stood in the middle of the plaza, hands on her hips, staring down each and every one of them.

Doug groaned. “C’mon, we were having fun!”

“Oh please,” Margaret huffed. “You were all fighting for one reason or another, and look! You’ve scared off all the tourists!”

She gestured around the plaza, and sure enough, their group was the only one occupying the space.

“Now you all need to go clean yourselves off before you catch a cold. Especially you, Leon! Please put on some layers!”

Grumbling was heard throughout the group, mostly from Arthur due to his ruined book, as everyone made their way back to their houses. Now that their adrenaline was no longer running, their damp clothes were making them shiver.

Volkanon chuckled deeply from where he stood just barely inside the entrance of the castle, Blossom standing next to him. He took a sip of his tea before asking, “Did you really have to throw that snowball at Doug?”

Blossom laughed into her own tea. “My grandson could use a good hit in the head every  once in awhile. Besides, the end result was fun to watch, wasn’t it?”

A loud laugh came from behind them. “That was great! Most fun I’ve had in ages!” Venti exclaimed between laughs. “Please make it happen again next year!”

Blossom smiled and took another sip of her tea. “That should not be a problem at all. Like I said, my grandson could use a good hit in the head every once in awhile.”

Sure enough, next year Granny Blossom managed to hit Doug with a snowball once again and she, Volkanon, and Ventuswill stared on at the chaos that ensued.

[ejacutastic]

[astalitha]

okay but Vader literally turned off the lights on his chest panel to make an impression on the Rebels. That whole emerging from the darkness by the light of his saber thing? That was intentional dramatic effect. What a drama king.

Leia got away because he wasted 30 seconds scaring the crap outta those poor rebel mooks.

[lunacyandlovliness]

And since they’re indicators, he would have had to turn his life support off. So he nearly died for drama.

[patrickdiomedes]

Vader lives on mustafar, the planet where he lost ¾ of his limbs. Is there ANYTHING he does for purposes other than to be dramatic?

[defira85]

The man flew into an underground temple standing on top of a tiefighter he was flying with the Force while he also made his cape billow dramatically in a nonexistent wind, there is nothing Vader will not do for Drama

[jedi-viking]

Why does anyone ever question that the evil piece of shit raised by Obi-Wan “I’m gonna flirt with all my enemies” Kenobi and brought to the darkside by Sheev “I am the senate” Palpatine is the most dramatic mother fucker in the Star Wars universe?

[lazzledazzler]

feelin a little better..;;

*don’t tag as kin/me/id ect*

[dolcerie-deactivated20140730]

i shaded in my doodle from earlier for some reason

[dylas-doug]

I saw something like this on The Office once.

[princelypotatoes]

kiss kiss fall in love!

[tomato-farming]

Little Ceci’s all grown up

[lazysideblog]

Look at the backdrops @loftyanchor​ extracted from the game! What a neat reference huh? (not for me since I never draw backgrounds but still)

[harvest-moon-addict]

Dylan annoyed him before they even met

[loftyanchor]

[lenbyrddraws]

Leon decided one day that he wanted to tag along…right after we got up for the day.

Lots of comments from the rest of the townsfolk and just wanting to get my farming done…I just… Needed him to REALLY go away for a little bit.

It was so weird having him just…THERE while I was trying to do my work.

[sorrygoneawaybye-deactivated201]

just some Dolce & Pico palette swaps before bed bc I’m Dolce & Pico trash

[fandomfanficsgalore]

Even though I already kind of requested this with NeilxRod I'm doing it again with LestxDoug #1

Don’t worry I love this prompt lol

1: “We’re trapped in a cave in a snowstorm and we have to cuddle for warmth.”

The wind whistled as hail raged outside, clattering and thundering against the roof of the cave.

Deep inside, Lest cowered by the fire with only a thin blanket to cover his shoulders. Doug sat on the other side of the fire, shivering and glaring into it. Doug was even more irritated than Lest was; the dwarf hated the cold, and now they were both stuck in it.

Lest spoke over his chattering teeth.

“F-Freezing,” he groaned.

Doug glanced at him over the fire with a concerned frown. The fire was pitiful and only put off a tiny amount of heat. Even now, the winds brushing in through the tunnel quelled it and threatened to snuff it out.

“Man, we should have packed coats or something,” Doug hissed.

“Didn’t kn-know we’d g-get trapped,” Lest reminded him.

Doug huffed.

Lest’s exhaustion wore on him, and he felt his eyes begin to drop. A second later he felt a cold hand on his forehead and he grunted, trying to pull away.

“You’re hot,” Doug grumbled.

Lest cracked his eyes open to see the dwarf inches from his face, scowling. His steely eyes were dark, his teeth gritted against the cold and his red hair still sprinkled with snow.

“Sleepy…” Lest murmured.

His eyelids dropped again. He felt hands on him and Lest lay on the hard ground, atop something thin and coarse.

Then hands found his hips and Doug’s chest pressed against his back.

Lest gasped in surprise, his eyes flying open.

Doug’s breath brushed the back of his neck as he spoke. He could practically hear the dwarf’s embarrassment.

“Don’t freak out. You might have a fever, so you have to stay warm. Besides, I don’t think either of us want to freeze to death.”

Doug’s cold arm wrapped around Lest’s middle under the blanket and tugged him backward so not even an inch remained between their bodies. For a few minutes they both shivered violently as the storm raged outside.

Slowly, Lest felt his body warming, heat radiating from his back and spreading to his chest, arms, fingers, and toes. Lest sighed and relaxed into Doug, their bodies melding together.

Doug’s arm tightened around him and Lest shifted his feet back to tangle their legs together. They lay in a tangle of limbs, warming each other beside the weak fire.

“Feel better?” Doug murmured.

Lest hummed and shifted back, trying to fit even closer to Doug.

“Feels good.”

Doug’s hand found Lest’s and his thumb smoothed over the back of his hand.

“Go to sleep, Lest,” Doug whispered, “We’ll head out in the morning.”

“You, too,” Lest tried to answer, but it came out as a garbled murmur as sleep and warmth overtook him.

[fandomfanficsgalore]

#4 FreyxVishnal, or JamesxSonja~?

4: Person 1 is injured and Person 2 coos over them.

Frey x Vishnal

Frey stilled as Vishnal’s fingers brushed her thigh. His face was cherry red, but he determinedly plunged on, wrapping the gauze tight around the small wound on her leg. They at on the floor in Frey’s bedroom, where he’d found her trying to patch herself up.

“You should really go to Dr. Jones,” Vishnal insisted for the millionth time.

Frey shook her head with a small smile.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want to have to pay him for something I can do myself. Besides, I have you looking after me.”

Vishnal’s blush miraculously deepened and he bowed his head a bit.

“I’m honored to look after you, princess.”

Frey’s cheeks warmed and she cupped Vishnal’s face. He lifted his head, blinking his owlish blue eyes at her, and she grinned as his fingers froze on her leg.

“Thank you.”