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Nobe
☆ @auraboosted LIKED FOR A STARTER !
❝ WHICH COLOR is the GO color ? It’s not the red one, is it ? ❞
IT’S A conundrum; logic prevails in most situations, and it would be safe to assume that the green pictograph of a human figure means stay stationary and still, that the red hand must be indicative of being beckoned forth. And the cars go so awfully fast and make such a terrible racket, she can scarcely gather her wits to formulate a single coherent thought. ❝ Do I go ? ❞ she ponders, watching the last few stragglers of the crosswalk dart over the pavement, the red hand still glowering with a solemn warning that she really shouldn’t.
❝ OKAY, ❞ SHE decides, swinging a white booted foot forth as she steps off the sidewalk, ❝ I’ll go ! ❞
@auraboosted ( x )
“Listen, I’m just saying the PS5 is still sold out everywhere. The chances of me finding it during this heist are very slim. Also, aren’t you supposed to try to stop me or something?”
@auraboosted said: 📚 [Send 📚 and I’ll write a drabble of an event from my muse’s past.]
. . .
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” Said from behind the newspaper.
“What do you think about the name... Spongebob?” In the typical fashion of a child, after asking that, perhaps looking for a distraction because he’s anxious, yellow hands reach out to nothing. He lays his palms against the table.
His father pulls the newspaper down to look at him. “Well, I think it’s a fine name.”
“Yeah,” one yellow hand goes to his mouth, but he remember he’s not supposed to bite his nails. He kicks the air quietly under the table and the surface of it gently with both hands. “That was your Daddy’s name.”
“It sure was. Was almost my name too.”
“What if, ummm... What if I picked that as my boy name?”
His father smiles. “Spongebob? Hmm. Honey, what do you think? He looks like a Spongebob, doesn’t he?” Asked of his wife, who brings two slices of pie to the table.
“Is that what you want to be your name?” She smiles brightly at her adopted child, one hand sliding his thin slice towards him and then the other laying upon the flat surface of his head for a little pat. “I think that’s very nice.”
Spongebob wiggles in his chair more, drawing his hands back and sitting up correctly. He’s smiling hugely, buck teeth on display.
“That’s UNSANITARY!”
Oh, he doesn’t want it. PSP puts away the Big Poopie.
...He digs in his bag again, and finds a Funny Cola, holding out the blue can instead. “?”
“I’ve never, ever, in my life been lied to by a man with an egg on this head.” (Rex talking about some new sentai villain that's showed up perhaps?)
“But he just summoned a giant monster!” Cure Swan said, pointing to said monster with the hapless civilian used to create it lying unconscious nearby. Cure Swan may have been a trusting person, but there was a point where even she could no longer deny a person had bad intentions. “We should probably take care of that thing and save that man...”
❝ i don’t believe this is happening. ❞
“What? That’s there’s so many Precure in one place?” Tsubasa said. She wasn’t expecting to see Rex anywhere near today’s Precure gathering, but one thing led to another and he helped them them take down a villain that was trying to interrupt their otherwise peaceful day. Even if the Precure did most of the work. “They’re all like sisters to me so I love these gatherings even if they can get a little noisy at times!”
Rex is hanging off of the time-traveling DeLorean, tapping on the passenger door. Desperate to be let in, unaware Uma was about to take off. "HALP!"
Uma was just minding her own business, playing with the steering wheel of the DeLorean like a dork. She knew it had weird properties, yet she didn’t think it was time travelling capabilities. Her radiation readings were going off the charts from a strange, yet unknown source of plutonium. ”EEP!!!” Cue her yelping once Rex made his presence clear. If she had a functioning organs, she’d probably have soiled herself. She scoots over and looks out the window, confused. “R-Rex..?” She rolled down the window to look at her familiar alien friend. “What’s the problem? I don’t think I’ve seen you this upset...”