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An independent/ semi-selective rp blog for Stanford Pines.

Written by Jas

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'hah' :)

//Thank you xxx

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@rapxir​- asked- "So what's the holiday tradition around here?" she asks. "I mean, I'm unwaveringly agnostic, but I'll put up the tree or light the candles or whatever you two do."

Ford glances to Stan and they both know the answer to that. The two of them were raised in a Jewish family and enjoyed celebrating Hanukkah every year in their youth. But neither of them have celebrated Hanukkah for sometime...perhaps this is the best year to start again. ‘We light a candle for everyday of Hanukkah and eat sufganiyot.’

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Hah! (Sending for @stele-orbitoare & @dontfxckwiththescienceteam)

//Thank you for reading my rules :).

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"Hah!"

//Thank you for reading my rules! <3333

[gravityfeelings]

groceries

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@funbonded​

‘Yes they are all mine.’ He says, quirking a brow at the robotic bear. He doesn’t like that crazed look in his eye. Perhaps showing him his medieval weapon collection was a mistake... ‘So that means no touching. I mean it! I’m not afraid to dismantle your entire arm, and I’m not referring to the one already compromised by the rabbit.’ He warns, his voice stern and harsh, he refuses to show any hesitation in front of this robotic creature.

[danidery]

apologies for how horrifically late I am with these! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a sweater! 

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//Happy Hanukkah!!!!

[uberbee]

I love Ford’s tattoo

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deity-of-calamity​:

He coughed. Tasting blood dripping down his lips. A wound like this would take a while to heal from. Even with regeneration. Bill could feel it’s claws and fangs dig deeper. His golden hues widened when the shot came. The large anomaly roared in agony. Pulling away from the dream demon. It thrashed about blindly.

Bill was even more surprised when he felt arms around him. He had expected Ford to keep going. To leave. The dream demon leans against him. Bill’s head resting against Ford’s chest. Needing the support.

“You’re an idiot…”

The words came out soft. Not harsh. Bill may not admit it but he was grateful deep down.

“Hero huh?” That made him smile a little. “Well it suits you.”

He couldn’t get any redder if he tried. Something about compliments always had this affect on him. It was made worse that Bill is the one to utter these words. Still, there is no time to dwell on it. unless he wants large bear-like creature to gain on them... besides, its sure to go berserk after he had temporarily blinded the thing...

‘Just focus on regenerating Cipher.’ Shaking any emerging thoughts out of his head- Ford peers behind them.

‘Oh no. Brace yourself! Here he comes.’ The sound of thunderous footsteps approaches them and Ford has no choice but to wade in and out of the trees- hoping to lose the brute or at least tire him out so that they can make their escape.

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@deity-of-calamity​- “I don’t think I can stand up without things spinning.” - Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

‘Then lay down.’ He reprimands. He’d never seen Bill in such state. Being exhausted, that is. It was just something the dream demon didn’t seem capable of feeling. But, here he is, claiming that the room is spinning...Perhaps he is being dishonest. The thought crosses his mind. But- he has to admit- Bill doesn’t look so good.

Ford approaches him- but keeps some distance. Perhaps he has exhausted himself after all. ‘Does the room still spin when you’re lay down?’ He wants to cross vertigo off of the list...but he has to be sure. Do demons even get vertigo?

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@bystcrdust​ asked-  “I’m so exhausted I don’t feel tired anymore.” -Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

Ford frowns at her. Oh yeah, he’s been there before, but-...’You should at least try to rest.’ He reprimands, yes he is quite the hypocrite; but her stamina will be impacted by the lack of rest. ‘I can keep a look out.’ He says- slipping off his coat and laying it on the ground- it’s not as good as a real bed, but perhaps it can encourage her. 

His gun is removed from his belt as he heads to the opening of the cave. It’s not too far.

[lill-nika-deactivated20230923]

Here are the boyyys! <3 Two happy, old men enjoying the sunset. ^^

Hope you like it! <3

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Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“When was the last time you slept?” 

“What? Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing…” 

“…What was I doing?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Did you see that? No?” 

“I haven’t slept in almost __ days.” 

“You look absolutely terrible.” 

“I’m so exhausted I don’t feel tired anymore.” 

“I don’t think I can stand up without things spinning.” 

“You need to go to bed.” 

“I can’t sleep.” 

“You aren’t making any sense.” 

“…What?” 

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//My writing has gone from small text to standard size because I broke my laptop and accidentally ordered a chromebook instead and I have no idea how to operate it...

Is this what getting old feels like?

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the-purple-hero​:

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{🔥}—; Spyro made sure that the villain was down for the count, so that he wouldn’t try scurrying off later. Sure enough he was out cold, so he stepped back from the downed egg thief and looked back to see where the egg had gone as it flew out of their hands.

Only to see it had landed directly in Ford’s arms, looks like it was a good thing that they had a visitor here to catch it. The eggs were rather sturdy enough on the outside to protect unhatched baby dragons, as no one wanted any accidently of course.

Spyro trotted up to the hatching baby dragon who had broken out of the egg and made happy crooning and chirping noises, a part of the egg still stuck on his head like a hat. Looking first towards Ford then back at Spyro who had finally made his way up to the hatchling. 

The little hero smiled warmly at the newly hatched baby, “Hey, little guy!” As he stood close the baby reached it’s tiny little hands towards him and tried to grab onto his horns, leading to Spyro leaning his head down for the little one who giggled happily.

With that Sparx flew closer as well happily buzzing, they knew they’d probably have to give the little one a ride back and of course that meant letting the hatchling ride on Spyro’s back.

Given that the little one was safe now and in good hands he looked back up to Stanford who he could now give his attention to now that he wasn’t busy chasing down a thief. “So now that it’s over, we can talk. Names Spyro, and that’s my pal Sparx.” He gestured with one of his wings are the glowing dragonfly who had been accompanying him.

Ford steps back in awe- and then immediately starts taking notes- how exciting! Not only had he been so lucky to communicate with a dragon, he’s also witness to one hatching! 

His eyes dart up when the dragon speaks to him once more. ‘Spyro and Sparx? Ha ha. That is fantastic.’ He beams, those names are pretty fitting for a dragon and his dragonfly. Ford thinks. He adds the names to his notes without hesitation. Then slips the notepad into his coat pocket. ‘Call me Ford.’ The ageing man smiles, kneeling down to observe the insect and both dragons. He notes the spines on the dragons head and the little wings on his back. ‘I hope you wouldn’t mind me studying you?’ Ford says- perhaps he should elaborate. ‘I’m from a completely different world to this one and... well, I have never had the chance to meet a real dragon.’ 

But isn’t there something he’s forgetting-

Oh! Yes!

‘But I suppose we’d better get the hatchling back to her mother...’ Ford squints... ‘You do know where we can find her mother is, right?’ Perhaps he shouldn’t assume Spyro would know...maybe he wasn’t there when the thief had stolen it?