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Humanized Bosses of Rayman 1

And also flies from Rayman Origins

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Happy 30th Birthday, Rayman!

This is a very special day, for me and many other people, my beloved eggplant is turning 30 years old!!! That's nuts!!

I know i shouldn't be surprised that a series that began during a time where I wasn't even conceived yet is old enough to start experiencing back pain but it always felt like it has existed for as long as I have, I have been a fan of this series for over a decade of my life now.

This is a franchise that I hold very dear to my heart and has shaped me into the person I an today and rayman himself is one of my favorite protagonists of all time, and it seems that every year i find myself loving him more and more since I was a child.

I doubt that the dickheads at Ubisoft will do anything for Ray because they did jack shit on his 25th birthday (I'm praying to god I will be wrong however) but frankly I'm more excited for the Rayman Alive happening later today because the Rayman fandom had some of the most loyal and creative fans I've ever seen, to me Rayman will never die as long as there are people who love him, like I do, and I will never stop loving him no matter what

#for once i finish an art piece in time for something like this. let alone a higher scale drawing #love you rayman you are my best friend 🫶#rayman #dreaming doodles #betilla #globox #murfy #grand minimus #ly #bzzit #artist on tumblr #rayman 30th anniversary

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.