#rilaks

[ephemeralharmony]

😀

[minimiffy]

u ♡ and ♡ me

[kurosmind-art]

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!

First time posting about some of my twisted wonderland oc's here lmao (and my friend's ocs), but we got a national holidays collab and I have to show the results, Feliz 18 atrasado! 1.- Bryluen L. Demiror🌹 belongs to me and Rei Gardenia🪷 belong to reiliz 2.- Blake Raleigh🦌 belongs to me 3.- Kieva Backovic🦊 belongs to astroechoes

[comicwaren]

From Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 7 #007, “Into the Far Horizon”

Art by Kev Walker and Matt Hollingsworth

Written by Collin Kelly and Jackson Lanzing

[fizzyghosts]

Finally checked rileks save files and turns out its rilak not rilek

[moriah-dooodles]

The moment you all have been waiting for:

HERE IT IS!!! This is my ENTIRE plushie collection!!!

Also featuring my keychain board, pins, and Eclipse Funko Pop in the background!

I feel like these photos do a good job of showing both my personality and my obsessions…

Plushies featured:

- Squishmallows: Triscuit (red panda), Finix (fox), Stardust (gray owl), Tree-Stump (deer), Strawberry (pink owl), Marshmallow (cat) & Ice-Cube (penguin)!

- Pusheen

- Purple Stitch

- Poley the Polar Bear (stuffy I’ve had the longest/childhood stuffy)

- Pea (Pea-pod) the green chick

- Kuma (Rilak Kuma)

- Grape the crochet stegosaurus 

- Five Nights at Freddy’s: Sun, Moon, Eclipse, Foxy, Funtime Freddy, & El Chip

- Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Turtle Tot Raph, Mikey, & Donnie (Leo sold out)

- Mystery Skulls Animated: Arthur & Vivi

- The Amazing Digital Circus: Jax & Pomni

- Poppy Playtime: CatNap & DogDay

[the-whirlwind-system]

hey hey can i get a rilakkuma pack? tyyy

Name: Rilakkuma

Nicknames: Rilak, Kuma, The Relaxed Bear

Age: TransAgeless

Gender: Cassgender, Cassboy, Gender Apathetic, Sleepcoric, Lullabygender, Drowsygender, Letheine

Pronouns: He/She/They/Sleep/Bear/Tired/Pillow

Sexuality: Apathsexual/Apathromantic

Species: Bear Mascot

Source: San-X

Roles: Mascot, Friendly Holder, Sleepy Holder

CisIDs: PermaSleepy, PermaTired, CisMascot, CisPlushie

TransIDs: TransInsomnia

Paraphiles: N/A

Other Labels: Nonamorous

MBTI: ISFP

Emojis: 🐻💤🧸✨

Aesthetics: Soft, pastel, cozy, laid-back, minimalist, kawaii

Personality Traits: Relaxed, laid-back, lazy, calm, peaceful, kind, introverted, a bit of a daydreamer

Hobbies/Interests: Sleeping, lounging, eating sweets, enjoying simple pleasures, taking naps

Silly Quirk: Constantly sleeping or taking naps, even in unexpected places, and occasionally does things like hide in a box or under a blanket

Kins: Bearkin, Plushkin

Faceclaim:

(Link 1, Link 2, and Link 3)

[hi-technique]

Rilakkuma (リラックマ) Trying Taiwanese Cuisine - Fried shredded pork with cuttlefish (客家炒め)(客家小炒) by TOTORORO.RORO on Flickr

[comingtoyoursenses]

Massive rilak

[finnish-art-gallery]

Falkberget i Rilaks, Magnus von Wright, 19??, Finnish National Gallery

http://kokoelmat.fng.fi/app?si=A+I+33%3A22

[pyrosophist]

II: Light

Shattrath City becomes a home, soon after Thinariel is waylaid from the pilgrim’s path by Scryers who say it is a doomed lie.

She laughs, then, and it is something brittle and just faintly bitter — not fully so, because Outland has simply been harsh and not determinedly, malevolently so. Not yet.

It does not take much for her to believe them anyhow, because her faith in the Prince was the shield she used to endure this place, and it was the first thing to erode and crack. It weighs heavy on her, and she is not sad to relinquish it and be shepherded to the City of Light, where she will earnestly, truly be safe.

She and her other pilgrims — who had stuck to her, fiercely, after their sentinel had died to ravagers and she had protected them with fire — are taught about the city and its brief history, and where they may stay. The Lower City is not any kind of grandeur, and parts of it languish just above-but-not-quite poverty and squalor, but they are welcomed by an old Broken they learn to call Kahesta, and given space to set up their tents in the overhang of a massive bridge.

Here, every manner of folk lives in company because they were all made refugees by Outland and its wars, and so Thinariel is surprised to make a living alongside humans and orcs and krokuul and an ogre. Some cling to wounds of the past, and on the occasion that she brushes coldly past a High Elf in ruined leathers, she knows that war seeps into this refuge all the same.

It seems petty and small and far-away to her, though. So, she rebuilds. Kahesta teaches her the basics of herbs in this world, and she spends a time learning the rest before she makes a name for herself mixing potions and chemicals for the people of the Lower City — tanning compounds or smithing flux, pigment for paint and dye. Useful things, but simple things. She never thought that Outland would make a simple tradeswoman of her, but she’s too pragmatic now for it to hurt her pride.

It’s a haggard man, scarred and grey-haired, who eventually suggests she see A’dal.

She puts it from her mind, because it is unnecessary. Everybody can see the colossal pillar of Light rooted in the heart of the city, and everybody’s heard the stories about how the Sha’tar reclaimed this city for all mortal peoples. That’s enough, for her.

With the newfound safety, her curiosity turns again towards magic and lore.

The Ethereals are a curiosity, and she barters with them when Veira’s child falls ill for lack of mana (she has since learned their names, the mother and child who lost family to Hellfire. Ceryn was his name. They build a grave for him, finally, and the Lower City mourns with her). She provokes some interest from them, though blood elves are not new to them — but she is a curiosity all the same, for even if the craft is subtle in her, she is a warlock. Outland floats on colossal currents and eddies of magic and energy and Nether, and she finds ways to extract tiny motes of that from herbs and metals. It funds her magic in no small part, and she trades it for pieces of lore and rumor, maps and books that she stows away for a day when she is braver and more daring.

She makes friends with an Arakkoa named Ressca, when the mottle-plumed birdwoman asks after a chemist who can help prepare an incense for burning, when none of Rilak’s flock remember the mixture. The process provokes conversation, and she learns of Skettis, and the lost memories of Arak, and the incomparable delight of Skethyl berrywine, which they both get very, very drunk on. Ressca tells stories and shares what lore she may. She was a historian, once; a keeper of culture, cast down into the pits of cursed Sethe for protest. Thinariel thinks of her as brave, and grows to admire her deeply.

She learns of loss, too. So much loss have the Arakkoa endured, outcast twice over. History is a cruel thing, says Ressca, and Thinariel agrees. We’ve got a new start here, though, don’t we? Thinariel remembers that her homeland was not cast into the shredding chaos of the Nether, before she asks as much. The outcasts of Skettis treat this place as a temporary refuge with the potential for embassy, because their home festers with madmen.

There is some common ground they find, because the Scryers’ campaign against the Mad Prince is well-known. It makes her wonder about how much she cares. She’s long-since dismissed the promise of paradise, when she made some effort to learn Outland’s geography; not even Nagrand is a stable place, as lush as it is. There is a life here in Shattrath for her, but she’s grown restless. Does she intend to leave, to be killed by hostile monsters and wildlife? No. But..

She has maps, and rumors. She has spells that have fought and defended her in the past. Oh, Outland is a terrible place to catch wanderlust.

She goes to the Scryers, and they meet her amicably and excitedly; kinship is a rare thing, here. Truly, she is an alchemist with some skill? She should’ve come sooner, and they would’ve instated her as chemist and retainer in no time. No, Thinariel says. No, I’m a warlock, and I wish to travel and learn by your blessing.

That changes things too, though it is not an awfully strange thing, either. Most Scryers charged with traveling outside the city were military, or military staff, and so a pilgrim is dubious. She insists nonetheless, and once she assures them that she does indeed have experience fighting, they acquiesce.

She is given access to a handful of items and spells, to ease her journey. She gains a bag that is larger on the inside than out, a short focusing stave of hewn black wood, and the recipes to a few potions that are useful for traversing and enduring the hostile elements of Outland. Summoner Durael spends a week with her to gauge her skill in spells and casting, and judges her worthy of a summoning ritual and a counterspell schema, which she adds to her weathered pittance of a grimoire.

She will leave Shattrath, on agreement that she return intermittently with her findings (she won’t, when it matters).

Veira and Ressca and Kahesta and the others are sad to see her go, but not surprised. Thinariel makes no secret of her restlessness, and she would never have been satisfied mixing potions beneath a bridge (she will never be satisfied).

[etiennelouisjuste]

MELIS: Plant Kle (Non syantifik Lippia Alba) Te melis se youn nan pi gwo mèvèy sou latè. Fè tèt ou byen, bwè te melis: ak siwomyèl pou memwa, sèvèl, pou tèt, konbat ensomni, pou kalme w, pou w rilaks, pou konbat strès, depresyon, pou prevansyon kont maladi foli, alzaymè, prevansyon kont stwok, tout kalte maladi tèt. Bwè l pou sante aparèy respiratwa w, pou sante kadyak, pwoteje kè w. Li bon pou vant fè mal ou twoub dijestif. Ou ka pran l konsa ou ak sèl. Li bon pou grip ak rim. Si grip ak rim lan pa amelyore wè dòk ou. Melis ede konbat fyèv. Melis ede w rajeni, epi libere ekla po w. Bwè l ak sèl leswa anvan kouche lavèy règ ak pandan règ ou pou detoksike matris nou medam, pou doulè règ, règ anreta, prevansyon kont maladi matris la ka genyen. Li bon pou fanm k ap eseye ansent. Men fanm ansent ou k ap bay tete pa dwe bwè l. PREPARASYON AK POZOLOJI: Ou ka bouyi 7-14-21 (5g-7.5 g) fèy frèch, vide dlo cho pou chode ou toufe fèy yo, lese l toufe pou 7-10 minit. Ou ka chwazi bouyi fèy yo tou pou 3-5 minit epi lese chita pou 5 minit. Bwè 1 tas 3 fwa X jou. Lis la long. ______\\\\\___________ #Medikaplant | #etiennelouisjuste https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck8tejYLbrc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kagoshiman]

リラッ…クマ

Rilak…kuma

[carovandoe]

Rilak S. wears an old school gothic coord, relaxing as an elder member of the comm. Silver gelatin print 5x7 CVD 2021

[mssinglefootsteps]

@Rilak Cafe CNX #neverendinglove #MSSinglefootsteps #เขาใหญ่ไม่เหงาเท่าเขาไม่รัก