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Story of seasons just doesnt give blonde twinks weird vaguely implied kinks/fetishes like they used to :/

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i’m dying to know where the gta x story of seasons lore from this interview with Yasuhiro Wada fits into this

The Complete Story of Seasons Timeline

I hope that clears everything up.

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my friend said that larry looks like a mother 1 enemy, so i did this thing lol

(he came up with the name too)

also for this joke i wanted to do a drawing in a style of mother 1 paper clay models, but it did not work buuuuuut i will still include it

(i traced it for that sprite because of course)

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Little Unboxing: Nendoroid Claire!

Something fun came in the mail today! It's what will hopefully be the first of a few Story of Seasons Nendoroids: Claire!

Freeing her from her plastic prison, it's time to start messing with all her little accessories. She comes with a little tiny cow and a baby chick, as well as a turnip and (unpictured, whoops) watering can.

She also comes with alternative arms, hands, and shoulders so she can be posed in different ways. Perhaps the pose in the second image is what someone sees when she shows up to their place of business to joyously hand them a turnip she's had in her fridge for two months?

You can also slide out the box's interior and instantly create a cute little farm diorama! It's a little small if you want to use the included stand to hold up Claire, but otherwise it's a nice fit. The golden watering can was an exclusive bonus when ordering from the Goodsmile Shop.

Of course, you can also just pose her alongside any other Nendoroid figures you've collected. It's truly wonderful to finally have a figure of a character from this iconic series, so I'll definitely be trying more poses and taking more pictures in the future.

While preorders through Goodsmile have closed, she's still available if you missed her from some of their partner shops. For example, Big Bad Toystore still has US preorders available, which are shipping early next year. You might also be able to get lucky and get some of the extra stock from Japanese retailers and have her shipped right away, such as from HLJ. Just be mindful of that extra shipping cost if you go the import route to get her sooner!

If you're hoping for other characters from Story of Seasons to get figures, such as Pete, Gray, Marie, the Harvest Goddess, Nami, Rock... Whoever! Be sure to use the official request form! We made a guide on it and everything! And don't forget to try official names too! The AWL protags are Sion and Maya!

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I've been thinking about them again ...

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i hope i am not only a mutual to you but also someone you can point at a fictional character and go "oh shit that guy on tumblr is super fucking mentally unwell about that one" about

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"This video game is woke!"

The game:

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"I thought you were supposed to imagine everyone else naked..."

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Daten route

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you cannot fix that blond man please step away and let the professionals take over

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never beating the weird bitch allegations

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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Despite wanting to be the life of the party, I bet Rock had some confidence issues and his first time was when he got married. After that, he liked doing it so much that it ages him faster than normal.

i’m not sure that’s how it works

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The Flirty Changeling (First Meeting)

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Claire straightened to observe her field. The enormous expense of land past the tiny bit she managed to till was overgrown with stumps and large boulders. A frown creased her face at the sight. Gustafa had told her not to rush into doing everything in her first week. After she passed out and found herself at the clinic, Claire was forced to admit the older man was right. Everything didn’t need to be done immediately. Her tools required upgrades to clear the field without hurting herself. The young woman had a start on that. The General Store and other farmers had assured Claire that the turnips would be easiest to grow and sell. 

She had spent the last few days following Gustafa through the mountains, learning to forage and increase her profits. Now, Claire wanted a break. She had always dreamed of visiting town and making friends. Seeing how the green-hatted musician spoke of blending perfectly fine into the community gave her some confidence. Claire hesitated at the edge of her new home despite her enthusiasm and eagerness. The cobbled street extended far into the distance, leading to danger. Her every instinct screamed to remain away like her mother always taught her. People like her couldn’t be prosecuted for being different and loved by the Fae if she kept to herself. 

Long blonde locks shook the thoughts away as Claire forced herself forward. She had already visited the General Store and met four other families in Forgotten Valley. Admittedly, she had Gustafa to soothe her nerves for each encounter. Claire didn’t want to keep relying on him. She could stand on her own feet and do well for herself. Besides, she couldn’t keep using him as a crutch when there was no telling when the musician would move again. Claire didn’t desire to travel. She wanted a steady home with friends surrounding her. Walking into town was the first step in the process. 

Claire soon felt overwhelmed wandering the streets. Thankfully, the town was much smaller than she had read of the city. However, the thought did little to ease her anxiety. Her mother’s warnings and threats of a swift death should anyone discover her secret swam freely in her mind. As she took a shaky breath, her blue eyes caught sight of the neat sign indicating the library. Her feet made a direct path to enter. She had met both Basil and Mary in the wilderness surrounding Forgotten Valley. The father and daughter duo had been very welcoming, and unless Claire was mistaken, Mary tended to the library. A familiar face would be a welcome sight. Not to mention, she would love to see all the books they had. Claire’s home with her mother only had the same three books, and the young woman was eager to view more. 

Walls and shelves were lined with neat, orderly rows of books, though the room seemed devoid of people. Claire glanced through the shelves, searching for the bespectacled Mary. It wasn’t until the sound of voices trickled down that she noticed the stairs. Once at the top, Claire glanced down the aisle to her left to locate two others. She recognized Mary. The young woman sat neatly at the top of a ladder. A rag for dusting the shelves and books lay forgotten on the shelf beside her. Mary’s braid hung loosely over one shoulder as she frowned at the person below her. From their voice, Claire could guess a male spoke to Mary. His blonde locks sat nestled atop dark brown roots. From her view of his back, Claire figured the young man must be important. His white pants and vest he wore shone brightly with their immaculate cleanliness. The blue top had lines of golden thread accenting the bottoms of his sleeves. 

“C’mon, no one comes into this place. You could take a break and come hang out with me, is all I’m saying,” the young man persuaded, a hand resting on his hip as the other beckoned Mary to leave her perch. His words only seemed to sour the librarian’s mood further as her frown deepened and eyebrows furrowed. 

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt,” Claire politely announced her presence.

“Oh, Claire! I’m so sorry; I didn’t hear you come in!” Mary exclaimed, clambering down from the ladder as the person speaking with her turned. Claire faced a flawlessly tanned young man whose golden eyes perfectly matched his hair. He flashed a brilliantly white smile as his eye caught her own. 

“Claire, this is Rock. He lives on the other side of Forgotten Valley, past Mother’s Hill. His parents run the Lei-Over Inn. Rock, this is Claire; she took over the farm here,” Mary introduced them before scowling at Rock. “You see, we have visitors to the library, and you’re interfering with my work.”

“It’s nice to meet you! A goddess has to favor me to have sent another beauty to keep me company! We should all go and have some fun instead of being cooped up indoors,” he happily chirped, immune to Mary’s mounting frustration. Claire’s blue eyes darted between the two as Mary opened her mouth to give Rock a piece of her mind.

“That sounds great! I’ll come by tomorrow to go through the books when you’re not so busy, and I haven’t had much chance to look around,” Claire quickly interjected, hoping to diffuse Mary’s tension. She had but a moment to register a flash of relief cross the other woman’s face. Another look Claire couldn’t quite place quickly replaced it. Was it pity? She didn’t have the chance to ponder further as Rock spoke. 

“Really?” His golden eyes widened, and his mouth hung open in shock. The sight made Claire think briefly of a guppy gasping for air before the young man recovered. “I mean, yeah! Of course, you’d want to! How could you pass up on spending time with a catch like me? Let’s go!” 

Claire found herself being steered from the library quickly. It wasn’t until they both stepped from the building that they paused. Rock stood alongside her with a frown, seemingly lost in thought. It didn’t seem the young man had any plans for if Mary or anyone else agreed. Claire fought down the giggle that rose in her throat at the thought. He looked like a puppy that unexpectedly caught something and didn’t know what to do next. 

“Would you like to walk and talk? We can go where the wind takes us?” Claire offered. 

“I like the way you think! Yeah, we don’t need plans!” he grinned widely before strolling toward her farm and Mother’s Hill. “So, how long have you been in Forgotten Valley? I don’t remember hearing about another cute farmer moving in.” 

“Barely more than a week,” Claire answered. She hadn’t been aware there was another new farmer in the area. But before she could ask more, Rock spoke again. 

“Oh, wow! So, you’ve been here for about the same amount of time. Did you take over a family farm, too? Well, Pony is sharing the land with Takakura—something about her dad being buddies with him and buying the farm together. They have a cow, and she seems focused on planting crops and getting a sheep. Ugh, she’s such a workaholic, honestly. Are you like that too?” 

“I was advised not to try doing too much at once. So, I was exploring the town during my free time.” 

“Oh, you should come visit our side then! Lou makes a great curry, but there’s no room at our inn unless you want to share a bed with me,” he teased with a wink. Claire jolted at the suggestion like a prey animal finding itself in the sights of a predator. She quickly searched for a way to change the topic without hurting Rock’s feelings. 

“So, um, what do you do for work? Do you help at the inn?”

“Work?” Rock grimaced at the question. “I don’t believe in working yourself to the bone for things that won’t matter anyway. I think we should all focus on enjoying life, and that’s what I do every day! I’ve thought about starting a fashion magazine to help Forgotten Valley improve their looks, but it sounds like a lot.” 

“I think you would make a great fashion magazine! Your outfit looks amazing, and I could certainly use some help,” Claire mumbled the last bit. Her overalls were comfortable and great for working on the farm, but walking next to Rock made her feel underdressed in comparison.

“Yeah, it’d be top tier if I did it. But I wouldn’t stress too much about your style. Not many people can pull off overalls like that. Most people I’ve seen in them don’t look half as cute. H-hey! Why is your face turning red?” Rock asked, his carefree demeanor slipping into anxious worry. 

“I-I just didn’t expect to hear such a nice compliment; thank you,” Claire murmured, pressing her cool hands to her face to fight the embarrassed flush. 

“Oh, uh, sure. Well, it’s about time for dinner, and Lou will miss me if I’m not there. I can’t go hungry all night, haha,” he forced a laugh before maintaining a leisurely walk as he fled the young farmer. He was far more used to the local population of eligible bachelorettes rolling their eyes in response to his compliments or advances. They certainly didn’t demurely avert their eyes or blush in response. Rock wasn’t sure how to respond or treat someone so sincere toward him. As the blonde struggled to rid himself of a rising blush on his cheeks, he figured it might be worth revisiting her to see if this was some weird fluke.