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#-post it here as well hehehe
raylex · 1 year
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lex, being of the stargazer species, has a lifespan that averages around a few million to a few billion years - he'd be so distraught at the thought of outliving his friends and loved ones, especially rayman - but he thinks this is an embarrassing fear to have so he keeps it to himself
eventually, he finally opens up about this fear, and good ol' ray, who regularly takes naps that can last hundreds of years at a time, has to do his best to hold back laughter and go "oh trust me. you have nothing to worry about."
BEINGS IN THE GLADE OF DREAMS ARE JUST BUILT DIFFERENT.
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faragonart · 3 months
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"It sure is, isn't it..."
(A little continuation from this...)
Ridel had always wanted to see the Steppe... and Vatii always wanted to show him.
(ft. @pali-himbo 's Vatii)
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cayennecrush · 6 days
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the girlies converse in the conversation pit 👀 [next >>]
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lunarr-stuff · 8 months
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sparing to control the samadhi fire leads to an unexpected....hahhaha!!
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bbys shy hwehwehwe
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siribunbun · 5 months
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Happy holidays! I finished a drawing from a while back! It's a personal piece and I'm glad it's finally done after so long hehe ; U ;
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roychewtoy · 10 months
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shots from simons flickr account
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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months
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Since we're appreciating men, big massive shout out to one Mr. George Lever - he's insanely good at his job AND is a cutie.
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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2005 Chinese Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso(ft. Flavio Briatore)
#not pictured but: CRYING LAUGHING AT THE FACT THAT NANDO SET HIS OWN CAR ON FIRE BY REVVING FOR FUN TOO MUCH 😭😭#and the commentators saying 'well kids will be kids' abt it ^ im having a moment 🥺🥺🥺#not pictured: NANDO SINGING WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ON THE RADIO 🥺🥺 I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS FROM THIS RACE IM CRYINGNGGGG#all of the nando/flavio moments....if i speak-#theres just so many things i am staring intently at#SCREAMING CRYING THATS HIS BOY!!!! HIS BOYYYYY!!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!#im glad no one is around me when i watch race podiums bcs i make so many embarrassing squealing noises AHJDKFLFLLF#hate this podium(/s) bcs its peer-pressuring me into watching 2006 next...ahhhhh i might..#renault nando is just so....hes just sooooooo...he is my blorbo and i want more of him but ahhhh....#its really really so cute to imagine that zhou is somewhere at the racetrack watching nando win the wcc#apologies to ralf and kimi who are also on this podium but not pictured here but this is fernando's podiums theres too much good content#i hate to cut down these gif posts to 10 but then again i cant just post all 20 gifs i did make#speaking of gifs that didnt make it into this post theres one of him holding up '7' which will be included in a dif post!!#anyways im v sad that this journey is over but proud of myself for finishing it and posting all of these#tysm to everyone whos been here since round 1!! its been a lot of fun and i appreciate your support sm heheh#but worry not! the grind never stops! 2005 may be done but theres so many seasons i wanna watch#fernando alonso#fa14#2005 chinese gp#2005 chinese grand prix#renault nando#renault#flavio briatore#f1#formula 1#formula one#we do a little bit of f1#(2005: 19/19 races watched)#<- well that was satisfying to type out! :D
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caramelmochacrow · 3 months
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yukaeso harumichi cosplay yayyy <333
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queenofbaws · 2 months
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Hi Queenie, can you bully Travis again?
I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself 🙂
Going into this, he'd never thought it was a brilliant plan - he was desperate, not an idiot - but he'd still thought a lifetime wrangling his kid brothers, not to mention Caleb and Kaylee, would've proven practice enough to survive any measure of buffoonery.
As he slammed the door to the cellblock open, a headache pounding behind his eyes and his pulse racing in this throat, he finally accepted how very, very wrong he'd been.
In a perfectly flat, droning tone of voice, the one continued his endless song, somehow managing to project his voice like a carnival barker without letting even a shred of emotion into it: "EIGHTY-THREE BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, EIGHTY-THREE BOTTLES OF BEER, YOU TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND, EIGHTY-TWO BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL..." And that would've been bad enough on its own, it really would've, only the other one had found something in his cell that was hard enough to ring out like a goddamn xylophone as he beat it - completely without rhythm - as his idiot buddy continued to sing.
"I will kill you," Travis hissed, stopping outside the first cell to point a menacing finger at the Washington kid, his nostrils and temper flaring, "that's not a threat, buster, that's a guaran-goddamn-fucking-tee."
"No you won't," he quipped right back cool as you please, then leveled his gaze directly at him and continued at the top of his lungs, "EIGHTY-TWO BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL..."
six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
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solarisgod · 4 months
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WHEEEEEEE @lunarisdog and I are matching pinned header now :3
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dreamieaurora · 5 months
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guyyys gimme centricide/realicide/any other jreg characters 2 draw.. put em in my askbox (or leav em here idrc)
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pinkopalina · 2 years
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i just want robotnik to become so depraved? that he like. turns imto gomez addams over stone. like he's that loving and adoring and all over stone, because he's just so changed by everything that he no longer feels the insecurity initially causing him to deny his love for stone. so he can be open about loving stone, and wanting stone's love in return.
i want him to flip a switch in his brain and he just wakes up one day and cannot stop staring at stone. like with this newfound wonder. and stone is super used to him staring to say something Rude, which is fine because he loves when robotnik is rude, because stone KNOWS deep down that's just Robotnikian for "I love you and I'm too afraid to say it." But then they're just alone and Robotnik asks "Stone, have I ever told you how invaluable you are to me?" and Stome kind of chuckles, remembers this line from his lying crash course with knuckles, so he just quirks a smile and his heart hurts a little bit cause he's tired of the games even though he's willing to play them for the rest of his life, and he's like "yes, doctor."
And robotnik glides over and he's staring so intensely and hes just like "No, really stone." And his voice has something almost unrecognizable to Stone. stone wants to hide but he can't help but pay attention when something new and interesting happens with his doctor. "my trusted sycophant. my alluring henchman." and stone is kind of shocked bc WHEN? does DOCTOR ROBOTNIK? ever access his feelings without shouting or lying or hitting or screaming or kicking or punching? He's usually very wishy washy and, tsundere? Stone thinks he saw that word a couple times on the internet?
so robotnik just slides his hands into Stone's and pulls him into stance so he can start waltzing with Stone across the lab. leading him as he pulls their faces together and practicially starts purring into stone's ear that he truly has missed him, and that he couldn't wait to rewrite the universe with him. and he pulls out every loving nickname in every language he knows, italian and japanese for my beloved, my darling. spanish and french, the sparkle in my eye, my reason to live, my everything.
and stone is just melted honey in his arms. can't believe it, really, but knows better than to NOT be wrapped up in this moment because he has so much abandonment trauma FROM robotnik himself.
he's looking off somewhere as his doctor serenades him sweetly, and then catches his eye for only a moment before robotnik sweeps him low, dips him down, plants a fat wet kiss right on his mouth. hands at his waist and his free hand, guarding him in place while they celebrate. maybe they're in front of a screen like robotnik was when he was dancing on the slopes and running from dinosaurs, and a bunch of fireworks just HAPPEN to play in the background while the lighting in the room HAPPENS to colorfully emulate a festival's finale, and there just HAPPENS to be stone's favorite love song on one of his secret playlists on the doctor's account playing.
i mean, the only difference between a villain and a supervillain is presentation. right?
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bluemangovibes · 2 years
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Surviving is Easier with a Helping Hand - Chapter 1
A platonic Borrower!Reader (2nd person, eventual They/Them) & Casey Jones fic!!! Also on ao3!!!
Getting seen by Beans is the least of your concerns. Maybe, if you were born many years ago, they would have been your greatest worry.
Now, though?
There were monsters. Tearing apart every inch of the world. Destroying everything in sight. If there was anything a good borrower knew how to do, it was stay out of sight.
Maybe Beans should have been higher on your list.
The monsters had taken everything. Even your temporary base, which you had recently made camp in, had been destroyed. Blood-curdling screams shook the ground you stood on, piercing through the air like shrapnel. You needed to move from the rubble you were hiding by, but one slip up would put you in direct sight of the monsters. You swallowed another thick breath in an attempt to keep yourself from hyperventilating. A thick, pink, pulsing limb slithered past you, and your heart dropped.
This was it. This was goodbye. Goodbye to a world that tore you apart moment by moment, yet one you still couldn’t bare to leave. The monster growled, teeth grinding together, and you clenched your eyes. It shrieked, moving towards you.
One. Two. Three seconds passed.
Nothing happened yet.
You dared to peek open your eyes, wondering when the inevitability was going to come. But instead, you saw (and heard, oh so loudly), as moving blades on a stick tore through the flesh of the monster, which was clawing every which way in an attempt to fight back against… Whatever was tearing it apart. It thumped against the rubble-covered ground, blood still leaking from its unrecognizable form.
Its attacker killer was hovering over it. Like radioactive puddles dripping from sliced open barrels, it’s predatory, glowing eyes, surrounded by the darkness found only where the stars never shined, stared down at its fresh kill. Only for a second, though. Instantly, it started looking around. Shuffling, moving. Low to the ground and slow. Like stalking for its next victim. The blades of the stick held still, no longer emitting a violent buzzing noise (which you somehow hadn’t noticed while bating your breath. Likely drowned out by your heart beating so loud in your ears it could explode).
You followed it with your own eyes. Analyzing it. Afraid to let it out of your sight. You took in its appearance.
The skull-like mask (you had seen so many skulls, it was hard not to know what one looked like), the two red lines, one going down through each of the eyes (blood? Not monster blood, though there was plenty of that on its outfit. Blood like yours), the fabric of a cape over some undamaged-looking metal gear (the colour was too bright, too clean, for it to be scavenged material. How did it get it?), and gloved hands with (surprisingly blood-lacking) bandages around the arms.
Your analysis of the thing stopped, though, as its eyes locked onto you, far closer than you remember it last being. You felt sick. Going from one near death to another? You didn’t know if you could handle it. The rush of energy you felt earlier had worn, and you were exhausted. Maybe if you kept still, it wouldn’t take mind of you?
It approached. Slowly, still stalking. The way it held itself shifted, though, in a way you had crept many times before. As if it were prepared to run forward. Your mind screamed danger, but your body refused to function properly. You begged yourself to move, to hide, to do something to prevent yourself from becoming another blood splatter on the ground.
It was closer, holding a gloved hand forward. Palm up. It said something. Maybe? You couldn’t hear. Your heartbeat was too loud again. Your head thrummed, nausea and tears pooling inside of you. Shuffling back, barely making any distance, your body hit rock. The hiding spot that protected you from one fate trapped you to another. It could easily grab you, tight fist digging into you and crushing most of your body.
Thickness burbled up your throat, eyes burning. You tried to swallow your emotions. To not show any more fear than you already had. But it didn’t matter, because as soon as one sob escaped your lips, the rest came rushing out. Entire body shaking, you stumbled, falling forward to hit ground. Or, at least, it would have been ground, if the masked figure hadn’t shot a hand below you. You sobbed harder, which one wouldn’t think possible, but you managed to do it.
It had you, and you had literally fallen right into its grasp.
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berrylovesmymood · 5 months
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dotsoffthegrid · 5 months
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full art on poipiku! 💞
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