#barbara rayman

[saltydesk]

They're back in action

[officiallythatboi]

drew the good Betilla... also Barbara is here

[jaxperstar]

Been a while, but I've been cooking up some redesigns! Here they are!!! I'm so tired from drawing so much aauuugghhh

Pretty happy about how they turned out, others more than the others, I am so exhausted so I'm sorry if some of them don't look the best!!! Drew them in Krita, hope you guys like them :']

[beehunterkisser]

ive been playin a bunch of rayman legends lately

[yourfave-isqueer]

Barbara from Rayman Legends is a lesbian!

(Requested by @superwarrior64)

[nobleclover]

Hehe, finally got around to dubbing this!

Go check out the artist @vorktyunal !

[ray-on-my-man-til-he-havoc]

Weak Dream

In the high up canopy of the Snoring Tree, Polokus watched the dreams around the Glade through the bubbles of his pipe. There weren't many nightmares today, which allowed him the reward of a grin, instead watching his silly creations do whatever shenanigans they did.

The mosquitoes buzzed about, their droopy eyes scanning the deep forests they drifted through. Globox could be seen appeasing to his children, attempting to amuse them. Was he still doing that? Red lums in the Fairy Council hummed their melody that left one feeling warm inside. Barbara was testing out new attack techniques and moves in a way that always made Polokus chuckle.

The god's focus became a little more intense as a larger bubble slipped its way out. He could not hear the dreams, but he could see them just fine beyond his tinted specs. It wasn't a nightmare, it was something he found far more upsetting. A weak dream.

For something to be a dream, it must be thought up, that much should be evident. Dreams can be made from the powerful essence of love, happiness, togetherness, excitement. Though there was a key thing for a dream to be stable, as mentioned prior: It must be thought of. Thought of clearly, and thoroughly. Otherwise, the Glade itself will drain the poor dream, bit by bit until they are no more, and once again part of the world, and energy of lums.

This dream was not a coherent nor planned thought. Only one of love and excitement.

Polokus had seen thousands of weak dreams. The stable ones far outweighed the weak, and the nightmares, though he had seen his fair share. Though this one particularly broke his core. He saw two beloved dreams holding and interacting with this weak one. He feared what it would do to their own cores if they found out what a weak dream was first hand, with nothing they could do to stop the outcome.

[gracestellaerie]

I hate it when they do that.