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galactica7071 · 2 months
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arn fandom, I have a question: are they born with boots or do they get them later on. are they like snake skin and shed periodically or no
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wallet6464 · 3 months
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I had a free period at school yesterday forgot to post
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erporo · 4 months
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arn
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mimusbirds · 6 months
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got to recreate an ofmd screenshot of the boys for @hoiist
It was delightful
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genji-bugboy · 1 month
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Enough said…
G i v e. A r n.
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Very interesting to see someone found the arn image at the same time and put it in multiple places (The discord server and then on tumblr)
True!
Arn must be shared around the world!
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spiky-humanoid · 4 months
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army of arns I made for my boyfriend @genji-bugboy
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So... if the Yeerks never found the Hork-Bajir homeworld, what would the Arn have done with them once they completed their terraforming project?
From my read of #34 and Hork-Bajir Chronicles, it probably would've been salutary neglect from there on out. The arn would presumably might have started slowly moving out of their valleys — and they probably would've ignored the hork-bajir, especially if the hork-bajir didn't bother them. The horks might not like the arn much, and they'd be entitled to that opinion, but we also see that they almost never start fights. So they might just coexist in grudging mutual support.
Part of the reason Dak and the other horks are so disgusted with the arn is that the arn are completely dismissive of the hork-bajir. They view the hork-bajir sort of like non-biologist humans view ladybugs: most of us go "oh, those are an introduced species in the U.S., right? But they're good for the environment, I think? So I won't squash them like I would lanternflies, I won't go out of my way to help them like dogs, I'll just... ignore them, I guess." Most people don't kill ladybugs; most people have the sense not to mess with ladybugs (they're poisonous), and most people are neither scared nor delighted by ladybugs.
If ladybugs had a shared language and culture with the humans who'd taken them out of Turkey and shipped them all over the world to help us grow our cops, then the ladybugs would have every right to be pissed at us. But the 99.9% of humans who have nothing to do with ecological management largely ignore ladybugs, and the 99.9% of ladybugs who aren't seers probably prefer it that way.
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lord-sutherland · 1 year
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Star Wars: The Old Republic (Battlefront 2)
So someone told me about the camera (Alt-F2) mode for Battlefront 2 and I’ve been playing around with that.
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the-tomato-patch · 6 months
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Arn Peralun.
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filopay · 7 months
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Prompt from:@oc-tober2023
[ I am not following the same order ]
CW: A little creepy chase, something stinks of death, all in the fashion of halloween I suppose (I am very bad at summarising CWs, I’m so sorry.)
~Saviour
You woke up with a start.
Something that months of running for your life did to you, is being attentive to any kind of noise around you - even when you sleep.
You did not dare make any hasty movements, if whatever is making those noises is human or animal, it might not see you, if it's not… you don't know what else to do but run.
The trees rustled ahead, it was dark. You realised, you were alone. She did not return. Why did she not return?!
A sudden stomp right next to your shelter made you snap out of the sudden panic. It was close, right next to you behind the twigs and leaves built to hide you beneath. 
You held your breath. Another step, slower this time, as if it was searching. You heard it moan and creak like bending a bark. Not human!
The Underfolk can see you. It can see through the leaves and twigs, you knew you should run, but something was rooting you to the spot. You couldn't move.
You heard it bend forward, its close, confused by the barrier it cannot see. Clumsy hands started to pat around your shelter. It won't hold. What are you doing! Why can't you move!
Your heart beat rapidly, you think you forgot to breathe entirely. Another stomp and it blocks the entrance now. You stare at the cold and dark legs, like the pitch black night itself, it looked boney and … dead.
Just then, its smell reached you. Rotten and foul, you had to stop yourself from gagging by slapping a hand over your mouth to not make a sound. It's no use, it can see you anyway - your mind tried to tell you as you stared at its legs to see the exact moment, it lost its patience. You need to run! Why won't your legs move! It will break through easily.
Then, a sudden tickle runs up your arms and legs, as you look down you see the shadow of something crawling up your limbs. A bug!
Suddenly your legs work! You sprint to your feet, break through the roof of your shelter and without further ado, turn and run. You hear the creature scream surprised, a voiceless, breathless shout. They no longer have a voice.
You don't wait to hear what it tried to say.
Stomp, stomp, stomp. 
It was quicker than you, you knew that from experience. Your mother always slowed it down with the power of her god. You had no god. Only your legs.
So you ran around trees, stumbled through the darkness, over hatches and moss. Your breath was cold but your hands were warm when you held onto the cold bark of a big tree. The Underfolk was on you in a second, so you slid behind the tree, knowing from experience that it can't see its surroundings very well.
It somehow always sees you however. 
You heard its gaze snap towards you in an instant, a painful crack of its stiffened neck. Then it ran and that fast, you slid down the tree, closing your eyes, waiting for the impact. It didn't take long and you felt the shattering of the creature hitting the tree. It wailed, a quiet scream - then you heard it stumble disoriented, boney legs slipping over wet leaves.
Then it shuffled away and you heard it run back into the forest. Only then you allowed yourself to breathe. It was gone for now, but it found you once, it can find you again. Your mind instantly shifts back to your mother still out there.
What if it finds her?
You sat there for a moment longer, knowing its not wise, but you needed a moment to calm down. The leaves of the trees above rustled with the wind and you felt a small breeze pass you by. Then suddenly a tickle up your arm. Looking down, you saw a small beetle, it was crawling up towards your hand and this time you lift it up and look at it with relief.
"Thank you for waking me out of my stupor." You say to the little thing, "You are my saviour. Without you I would have probably been dead or well, sick with the Rot by now. So, thank you."
You gently place your hand down onto the forest floor so it could scurry away, but somehow, it remained. 
"You don't want to leave?" You can't help a little smile, everyone always leaves you behind, how stupid to expect a bug to stick around. "I'm sure you have better places to be than stick with me."
You try again, placing your hand onto the ground, but the very moment your hand touches the ground, a bright light pops up in front of you and you have to shield your eyes.
It is not by my choice, just to make that clear.
An ethereal voice spoke to you and slowly you lower your arm from your face. There in front of you, was a bright light, floating and blinding. 
Bramble chose to help you.
"Bramble?" You did not know who or what was speaking to you, but it sounded annoyed.
The Rose Chafer in your hand calls himself Bramble, because he likes it so much. Why he likes you, I cannot understand.
You blink, looking down at the back of your hand, where the small green shimmering beetle was still crawling merryly over your hand, wiggling its antenna.
He misses the warmth of the sun. He said you are as warm as its shine. The voice scoffed, but you could not hear any real malice behind it. 
"You know what he says?" You pull the small beetle closer to you, trying to inspect it, and see its tiny antenna wiggle in delight as you do.
"What did he say now?" You wonder, fascinated by the little thing.
You hear the voice mumble something under its breath, you only catch single words like 'humans', 'annoying', 'ungrateful'.
When you look up towards the light, you see it shift from left to right, almost like it was pacing.
He says I should help you and listen to your concerns, despite him knowing that I do not converse with humans.
You blink, looking closer at the shining light, floating in front of you.
Are you talking to a god?
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Arn (2023) 
Arn, a tiny demon who serves as one of Galda's familiars, with some minor updates. Artwork and character © @moonstalkerwerewolf.Please DO NOT repost or remove the source and comments!
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erporo · 3 months
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arn, straight out of water <3
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Joel Kinnaman as King Sverker Karlsson in Arn: The Knight Templar (series)
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genji-bugboy · 2 months
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Might explode, not to sure
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Legend says, Arn has existed before the earth was formed. Arn is the true chemical combination to create life. Arn is in everything that exists. Even in your…
Cheeseburgers😞
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Give him some CHEESEBURGERS and he won't hurt you... Maybe
vvv satured/deep fried version vvv
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