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rainbow-rose-peace · 22 days

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My design for Miraculous Ladybug! Was trying out a new style and went a lil over board.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #ml ladybug #rainbowroseart #her design is still a bit of a work in progress #but I like it so far!

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rainbow-rose-peace · 2 months

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having such an obvious favorite character trope is life ruining bro

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rainbow-rose-peace · 3 months

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Decided to draw me and my sisters favorite trolls! Designs inspired by @alcoholicpilot because their art of them is SOOOOO GOOOOD!!!

#rainbowroseart #Trolls #john dory #trolls john dory #Bruce #trolls bruce #trolls brozone #trolls band together

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rainbow-rose-peace · 4 months

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i just wanted to point out i like his sparkle trail :)

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rainbow-rose-peace · 4 months

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I have a new obsession.

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rainbow-rose-peace · 5 months

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Freakazoid'21

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rainbow-rose-peace · 5 months

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45, 59, n 49

I perhaps ask if one of them could be freakarelated but it is not a requirement :>

but then, what if i made them all freakazoid related? hmmm??

45 Gimme three steps

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Dexter lies in a ditch and wonders at how unfair the world can be. Freakazoid mutters something but his friend is too exhausted to make sense. Not that Freakazoid always made sense in the best of times, but at least it was normally a human language and not garbled computer noises. Dexter makes a noise of sympathy and keeps staring up at the black sky.

There are so many clouds. If stars could have been seen, they are most certainly hidden. He groans as he lies there in the muck out in the middle of nowheresville USA. How did he even get here? He closes his eyes as he tries to recall.

Freakazoid had been out. The hero had decided to do a bit of quick traveling. And somehow they had landed in the middle of Tennessee, just a bit to the left of Nashville. Longhorn had unfortunately been in the area, once again trying to revitalize his music career. The Lobe had been present and trying to help the other villain.

Not out of any belief that Longhorn had any musical talent. In fact, when Lobe had cornered Freakazoid partway through the battle, he admitted to having alternative motives. Lobe had secretly wanted all of country music destroyed and replaced with Broadway tunes. Dexter had rolled his eyes in the Dexterzone at the belief and then had to watch the whole fight. Longhorn had returned at some point with an amplified guitar that batter Freakazoid with sonic waves and the Lobe fires off lighting blasts.

A fun fight according to Freakazoid.

A little too close of a call according to Dexter.

It had taken up almost all of the hero’s energy to trounce the villains. When he tied them up, Freakazoid had attempted to jet home. Freakazoid had tried to turn into a bolt of light and ended up stumbling. The hero had then tried running and ended up falling on the side of a dirt road with a groan. Dexter had been forced out, exhaustion hitting him from the awkward switch that caused him to end up rolling into the ditch.

The ditch he has spent the last several minutes, hours, years, laying in. He feels the hours starting to weigh on him. The ditch is not too bad, all things considered. He is not even cold. Or wet. He gives a jaw-cracking yawn even as his body is too tired to move.

-54..79..67..65..72..21..20..54..79..67..65..72..21..20..62..75..72..6E..69..6E..67..20..62..72..69..67..68..74………..-

Freakazoid mumbles. Dexter yawns in response to the hexadecimal code.

‘Mmkay. Night to you too.’

And then Dexter falls asleep in the not-too-uncomfortable ditch. The warm Tenessee night fills with ambient noise as the nerd sleeps on.

49 Little Candy Raver

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Freakazoid finds himself twitching a bit inside of the Freakazone. Dexter had spent most of the day taking end-of-the-semester tests and it is driving him a little batty to have no real inputs. Dexter had put a mental block on their mind link to both have some peace while filling out the test and to avoid the chance of cheating with Freakazoid’s connection to the internet.

Freakazoid would be offended but he knows that Dexter takes his grades as a matter of pride. Just about one of the only things that he is proud of. He sighs as he twitches again. He prefers having someone to talk to. It is so painful to have all these thoughts and to have no one to bounce them off of. He had tried to talk to his inner child, just for a bit of conversation, but had been very rudely ignored. See if he got that squirt candy ever again.

He bounces about, flicks the TV on and off, tries to play music and immediately hates all of his choices. He finds it harder and harder to be still, eyes constantly flicking to the ridiculously large ticking clock that had appeared in the Freakazone this morning as a dark herald of the hours of boredom that he was about to be doomed to. It ticks and tocks with no care for how evilly slow it is going. He tried breaking it earlier but it seems to be him proof.

Which he feels should be some sort of crime. If he could get Cosgrove in here to tell it off, that would be just swell. Then he could chat Cosgrove’s ear off.

Ugh. He does another round of bouncing, flicking his tv on and off, and testing out his stereo. He groans loudly.

Then.

Finally.

Impossibly…

Dexter reopens the link and Freakazoid leans into it as much as he can. He wraps up Dexter in how much he had missed his nerd and all the stray thoughts that had been bugging him. Dexter seems faintly amused and tired. He sends back soothing feelings and a promise that Freakazoid could come out to run soon. Just a little longer. Freakazoid buzzes.

-Really??-

He asks, very hopeful that he can go on patrol. Or run. Just running sounds amazing.

‘Yep. Soon Freak. Soon. Just wait for the bell to ring, okay?’

Freakazoid quickly agrees. He keeps chattering to Dexter, mostly because he can. Silence does not suit him, and being stuck in the Freakazone feels like it amplifies that silence so much that he has to make up for it by talking twice as much.

When Dexter lets him out, the nerd sends a wave of relief. Dexter is tired from his tests. Freakazoid invites him to sleep while he runs around. Dexter quickly hums agreement from the Dexterzone. Freakazoid keeps running around, shifting from electricity to physical form as his nerd sleeps. Perfect. A nice perfect afternoon.

59 Stereo hearts

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Dexter looks out at the ocean. The grand Pacific Ocean. He had glimpsed it before; out a car window and through Freakazoid’s eyes. But this is the first time that he has stood on the west-coast of the United States.

Dexter had long harbored a secret dream. A slightly silly one that his brother had mocked upon hearing at the age of seven before punching his arm with a huff. Dexter had kept pretty quiet about it since then, but it is a little hard to hide everything from the other person sharing your head space.

The nerd looks out at the salty water breathing in the air. It is sharp in his nostrils. He takes a hesitant step forward toward the crashing waves. His little dream.

When he had been seven, his family had visited the beach in Florida. It had been a rather big trip, with several hours spent in the car to reach their destination. And Dexter had taken several steps into the Atlantic and come up with his wish. A strong wish to have walked in the ocean on both sides of the continent.

He had gotten close before, on an earlier family car trip. But Duncan had raised a fuss about taking too long and they had missed the beach altogether. A tragedy that made him hate his brother with a burning passion for a few days.

Now though.

Now he has his chance.

Freakazoid had found out about his wish yesterday and had wanted to act immediately. Dexter pointed out that it was almost midnight and he certainly did not want to be awake any longer. A quick jaunt across the country was not going to make them any less exhausted from dealing with Cave Guy. Freakazoid had conceded with a hum that Dexter had known meant the conversation was not over.

He takes another few steps and his bare feet hit the water. Oh so cold. He probably should have expected it to be cold. Freakazoid giggles in the back of his mind and Dexter shushes him with a huff. No reason for him to deal with mockery from inside of his skull. He scrunches his nose and jumps back from an overeager wave.

Despite the nipping cold, he finds himself satisfied. He had achieved his wish. He takes a breath. He can achieve his other wishes and goals. With Freakazoid at his back, how could he not?

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rainbow-rose-peace · 5 months

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