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  • caeciliam
    28.07.2021 - 18 hours ago
    #:rescribe:#rcguna #SIR YOUR CHEESE
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  • pastballads
    26.07.2021 - 3 days ago
    #{Found Sheets | Answered} #{Dusty Headcanons}#rcguna
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  • itsraiyninmuses
    25.07.2021 - 3 days ago
    #rcguna #Yokmir Forest Guardian||Fauna #Finding the Right Match||Headcanon
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  • itsraiyninmuses
    25.07.2021 - 3 days ago
    #rcguna #The Sullen Stallion||Dylas #Finding the Right Match||Headcanon
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  • orderbourne
    24.07.2021 - 5 days ago
    #rcguna #from studying the last touches to 'indifference' to the slightest bit of satisfaction in his work
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  • spiritmaiden
    24.07.2021 - 5 days ago
    #rcguna #ic. #| answered. #( #i live for moments where zel can push people to their doom #total cat behavior right there! #thanks so much for sending this bear ;v; i wuv scenarios like this! #)
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  • emeritusroyalty
    23.07.2021 - 6 days ago
    #{From Farms to Fields Afar | Main} #rcguna #{Best Buds | Raguna} #|| Raguna: Panik #Izren: Yes but is it edible?
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  • caeciliam
    22.07.2021 - 6 days ago
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  • karnakian
    22.07.2021 - 1 week ago

    @rcguna​  asked  :  "Was there something wrong with my flute playing?" Raguna squints at Leon, lowering the instrument from his lips and suddenly feeling a fair bit more self conscious about his still developing 'skills'. This style of wind instrument was still new to him, far from the ocarina he had used on his farm when relaxing in the evenings, and let alone the guitar he was most familiar with.

    It's hard to discern what Leon may be thinking at any time, but to Raguna, their expression had suggested distaste. Disappointment. Frustration. Something? He looks at the flute, looks at his hands.

    "I'm still learning. Do you play any music, Leon?"

    he  wasn’t  that  bad,  really.  he  himself  wasn’t  too  familiar  with  woodwinds  -  less  so  with  this  age’s  iterations,  although  the  flute  had  been  a  welcome  familiar  sight  -  but  even  he  could  see  the  issue  was  moreso  a  mere  matter  of  confidence  rather  than  any  real  lack  of  technical  skill.  the  instrument  may  have  been  relatively  new  to  the  other  man,  as  he  claimed,  but  his  humility  could  not  belie  the  knowledge  or  experience  he  was  certain  to  possess,  even  if  simply  translated  from  another  instrument  -  he’d  heard  him  play  another  flute  -  like  device  before  on  occasion,  hadn’t  he  ?  or  else  the  man  was  simply  just  a  fast  learner.

    earthmates,  the  thought  occurs  as  he  returns  the  jug  of  wine  to  his  wry  lips.  was  there  anything  they  couldn’t  do  ?

    the  delicate  notes  had  been  almost  soothing  to  him,  at  first.  camped  upon  the  shores  of  the  gently  lapping  lake  where  the  other  man  had  finally  relented  to  catching  and  cooking  dinner  for  the  two  of  them  over  their  makeshift  campfire  (  a  fitting  reminder  to  why  he  had  begun  to  refer  to  the  earthmate  as  one  of  his  favorite  playthings  in  the  first  place  --  though  the  man  nearly  always  complained,  he  never  turned  down  his  requests,  and  as  far  as  the  former  priest  was  concerned,  the  best  kind  of  meal  was  the  kind  that  was  free  and  came  with  its  own  entertainment,  both  of  which  the  man  provided  readily  )  the  pair  had  turned  the  occasion  into  an  impromptu  beachside  picnic  of  sorts,  with  drinks  provided  from  his  own  personal  (  hidden  )  stash  back  in  his  room.  and  as  their  usual  banter  had  fallen  into  companionable  silence,  long  after  the  golden  eye  of  sunset  had  fallen  shut  and  the  sable  -  cloaked  heavens  came  alight  with  stars,  the  man  had  begun  to  play,  all  dainty  trills  and  refreshing  tones,  songs  that  were  lifted  upon  the  selphian  breeze  like  prayers.

    and  it  wasn’t  the  playing,  nor  was  it  the  player,  that  had  over  time  drained  the  lighthearted  smirk  from  his  lips,  fingers  tightly  clenching  the  ceramic  jar  captive  between  his  hands,  chest  leaden  and  weary.  

    foolish,  he  hears,  and  the  voice  -  his  voice  -  has  attempted  to  resort  to  reason.  childish,  and  utterly  ...  foolish.  there  had  been  many  songs,  even  from  his  own  time,  even  from  his  days  of  travelling  across  the  world,  that  he  had  never  heard  a  beat  of,  never  heard  a  single  note.  such  was  the  inevitability  of  an  existence  coinciding  alongside  other  countless  existences,  other  knowledge,  other  traditions,  other  communities,  other  life.  and  ...  it  had  been  years  -  centuries,  certainly,  millennia  even  -  since  he  had  closed  his  eyes  in  that  temple.  societies  had  fallen,  but  others  had  flourished,  progressed.  the  world  had  turned  without  him.

    the  world  had  turned  without  him.  and  here  he  was  now,  a  foreigner  in  what  was  once  his  homeland,  in  a  new  age  with  new  people  and  new  customs  and  new  songs.  the  world  had  turned  without  him  --  and  what  did  that  make  him  ?

    ‘  ...  ah,  was  that  you  playing  ?  forgive  me,  i  had  thought  for  a  moment  that  there  was  some  small  bird  somewhere,  crying  out  for  its  mother.  ’  the  words  fall  flat,  and  it  only  drives  his  lips  into  a  deeper  frown,  setting  his  wine  aside  in  the  sand  to  fold  his  arms  tight  to  his  chest.  aquamarine  eyes  flit,  just  for  a  moment,  to  meet  the  earthmate’s  own  -  and  then  they  look  away.  ‘  ...  fox  ears.  my  hearing’s  a  touch  more  sensitive  than  it  used  to  be,  you  see.  i  haven’t  quite  ...  gotten  used  to  it  yet.  ’

    he  lets  the  man’s  other  question  linger  a  bit  longer,  fingers  restlessly  coming  up  to  tug  the  wrap  from  his  hair,  letting  it  fall  to  the  side  as  he  smooths  down  the  long  pale  strands  that  had  been  nestled  beneath.  why  had  the  earthmate  stopped  playing  ?  why  were  they  suddenly  talking  about  him  now  ?

    ‘  ...  a  little,  once.  my  instrument  of  choice  was  one  that  was  even  considered  old  during  my  time,  but  now  it  seems  it  has  completely  fallen  out  of  practice.  ’  the  comment  is  accompanied  by  a  lighthearted  shrug,  even  if  his  eyes  don’t  attempt  to  meet  the  other’s  again.  it  wasn’t  for  lack  of  trying  that  he  had  failed  to  pick  up  his  once  -  beloved  craft  once  more  -  despite  blossom’s  promise  to  let  him  know  if  anything  that  sounded  similar  came  in,  she  had  never  notified  him  even  once,  and  the  travelling  merchants  that  came  through  selphia  had  all  proven  to  be  similarly  fruitless.  even  if  they  did  happen  to  carry  one  with  them,  which  seemed  to  be  a  feat  unto  itself,  the  modern  iteration  of  the  oud  was  completely  unfamiliar  to  him.

    it  would  be  all  right,  he  reasoned,  even  if  he  never  got  to  play  again.  what  was  one  loss  against  a  countless  sea  of  losses  ?  there  were  many  things  he  would  never  be  able  to  do  again,  he  had  known  this  since  he  had  first  agreed  to  the  terms  of  the  etherlink  spell  that  would  bind  him  to  the  land.  he  would  move  on,  as  the  world  had  moved  on.

    his  head  tips  back  as  he  studies  the  stars  overhead.  holy  eyes  and  holy  equations  and  holy  revelations,  divinity  in  every  breath.  he  thinks  this  might  be  the  only  thing  he  knows,  that  there  exists  the  laws  of  creation  :  the  earth  revolves  around  the  sun,  the  world  would  turn  without  him,  and  he  would  be  fine.

    he  would  be  fine.  wine  and  stardust  and  godliness  mixed  upon  his tongue  and  he  would  be  fine.

    ‘  ...  please,  don’t  stop  on  account  of  me.  keep  playing.  ’

    #i uh .... i dont have an excuse for this LMAO #IM SORRY BFF this was supposed to be like 5 times shorter #but i think my brain was still hot off lftp and was like haha ... make him suffer #i also just really like ... leon and religious symbolism ...... haha :sob: #afjlskjf this was such a cute ask too im SORRY #ic. #asks. #rcguna #raguna: bro are u ok. do u need a hug
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  • pastballads
    21.07.2021 - 1 week ago

    @rcguna​ liked this for a starter. | Dusty.

      This was... new to say the least. Dustin knew that venturing further from the shack he called a home would lead to discovering new places, yet he was astonished to stumble across a tilled field of all things during his meanderings, crops of various kinds sprouting from the dark soil almost like weeds. It wasn’t a leap in logic to assume that this was someone’s farm. A big farm, at that. Bigger than any he’s seen by a long shot. However, there wasn’t trees towering over the field like the all the ones back home.

      Forest green hues snapped towards the sound of a hoe striking the earth mere feet from him. Obviously, it was a farmer, though whether it was his land or he just worked here was something he’d find out later. Right now... he needed to address the fact he was unintentionally trespassing onto the property. “... apologies, but I had no idea a farm was out here.”

    #{IC | Dusty} #rcguna #|| I had no idea what verse to slap this in #But it could be either fantasy or modern tbh
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  • more-than-a-princess
    19.07.2021 - 1 week ago
    @rcguna​ said: Above all else you're organized, which ties in well with how deliberate you are with your writing. You know and love your muse and want people to see her for HER. And that's admirable, always. Being honest to yourself and your muse. You can always appreciate a mun who knows what they're after and isn't afraid to say it.
    Also super friend shaped.

    How would you describe the mun of this blog?

    I’m either organized or obsessed, so let’s go with organized! Funny thing is: I’m terribly organized about some things in my life while others, like my closet, are a disaster zone.

    But regardless of my messy habits, thank you so much! Mostly it’s Sonia telling me what she wants to show/see/say/do, but I try to push her headcanons and plots beyond just a pretty, well-mannered royal, and beyond what Sonia’s given in canon. I know not everyone agrees with it or enjoys the sort of content and HCs I write here, but it keeps it fun for me.

    And THANK YOU for describing me as friend shaped! I feel like I’m lacking here a lot, whether due to life being busy or just not knowing what to say OOC. Not being in discord servers probably helps with that feeling, but they’re hard for me to keep up with most of the time and, like above, I never usually know what to say. I’m trying to be a better/more active friend, though. I just overthink OOC comments and dashcomm/crack/humorous IC interactions far more than my multi-para thread replies. Those come easy: it’s everything else that gives me panic honestly. Same can be said for sending asks/memes: I’m always worried I’m bothering someone.

    #more-than-a-princess answered#more-than-a-princess musings#rcguna #(Describe the mun meme) #(Thank you for sending this!)
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  • more-than-a-princess
    19.07.2021 - 1 week ago
    @rcguna​ said:  I just imagined her with a huge potato cannon

    She wouldn’t want to cause permanent damage if it’s a friendly food fight. Maybe she’ll shoot marshmallows? If just for the fact marshmallow guns look like fun.

    But if her loved one/close friends do an over-dramatized ‘death’ as they perish due to rotten produce?

    She’s not hesitating to shoot first. With aggression.

    #more-than-a-princess dashcomm#more-than-a-princess crack#rcguna #(Hurt Sonia's loved ones and you will hurt next.)
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  • spiritmaiden
    19.07.2021 - 1 week ago
    #rcguna #| answered. #dash games. #video games!!!
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  • caeciliam
    18.07.2021 - 1 week ago

    “..M-Mister Raguna....”

    #rcguna#:dash commentary: #i cant believe he did this
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  • caeciliam
    18.07.2021 - 1 week ago
    rcguna: ragu vc: thats not safe

    “Thanks, Mister Raguna! A shame I couldn’t see it in the first place.”

    #rcguna #raguna... #she still walks along it :)
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  • karnakian
    16.07.2021 - 1 week ago

    @hcstofthevoid this is the three of us rn :)

    #we are hold hands :) #hope this helps! #ooc. #tbd. #replies. #mobile. #hcstofthevoid#rcguna
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  • mhymade
    16.07.2021 - 1 week ago
    #[💎] Logging in.. | IC. #[🌹] Leave it to me! | MUSE : NOELLE #( local noelle fucking dies ) #rcguna
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  • caeciliam
    15.07.2021 - 2 weeks ago
    #rcguna#:rescribe: #MATILDA SPEECHLESS??? #BRO....
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  • omikhle
    12.07.2021 - 2 weeks ago
    #answered. #ic. #not me leaving this in my inbox for months and using lunch period to answer #sorry nonnie non... but she has a lot of opinions on him #rcguna #check this out
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  • caeciliam
    12.07.2021 - 2 weeks ago
    rcguna: "Wait, how is that weird?! Isn't wanting to hold hands normal??"

    “I’ve only ever held hands with my family. Is it that normal to want to hold other people’s hands? Oh, but I hear lovers do that as well so.... Hehe!”

    #rcguna#v: runef #raguna don't fall for it...she's teasing you again.....
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