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Adding on to this post, I made him in Gacha Life 2.
Murder Drones OC.
SERIAL DESIGNATION Z.
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shoutout to the people working for hours on content that only gets ten notes. i’m kissing you tenderly on the forehead as we speak
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Therapy isnt enough for me, i need Dan Schneider murdered live on television.
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Objectifying Captain Man is one of my favorite hobbies
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What are your thoughts about Ray?
I think Ray, despite his brovo and the show he puts on for everyone, including himself, is just the way he masks his insecurities.
That's heavily hinted at in the show, and as a character, he's written so well, but nickelodeon lacks the ability to execute his character development and angst to the fullest potential making him appear shallow rather then deeply depressed.
I think there's also a deep internalized emptiness he tries to fill. He's been training his whole childhood to be this one thing, and he's it. He became the hero he was supposed to be, so why does he feel like such a failure- Why is it not enough?
The only thing that shuts up the nagging insecurities is his own voice of praise and the attention of others. He'll constantly consume them as if they could fill the hole inside his soul.
So, oftentimes, he projects this twisted toxic masculinity that delutes in his decisions. Which, when matched with his messed up sense of morality, can be reckless.
He's been indestructible since he was eight, he's lost that primal sense of danger, and he has to manually remind himself of every risk.
This is why I think he unintentionally puts Henry in danger sometimes. Ray probably hates himself for it every time he sees his sidekick narrowly escape a trap he fails to see, or feels a sinking guilt every time he watches Henry bleed in a way Ray can't.
It happens more often than he'd like, but everytime he's filled with that gnawing dread, that sinking reminder that he's more like his irresponsible scientist dad than he'd like to be.
This time, he's the one hurting a kid for the sake of heroism... but Ray can't let him go, or his dorky friends. They're the closest he's ever felt to having a family. Being with them heals something inside, something he didn't know was broken.
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its that time of the month for me so you know what that also entails
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omg they turned poptarts from the tony award winning musical book of mormon into a real thing!!!!
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I think watching “secret lives of mormon wives” while drawing McPricely may be the realest thing i’ve ever done
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what if spooky mormon hell dream was actually 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 mormon hell dream and instead of spooky they would get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 👅💦
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I want to try to learn sign language as a devotional act for Hermes (and, of course, because I feel like it's something we should all know, at least a little bit) :D
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those tiny harmless lies to narrowly escape getting into trouble with your parents or anyone else and then apologizing to the gods for being a bit untruthful but knowing that sometimes, Lord Hermes secretly condones it and is proud of how cheeky you are... yeah <3
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Hermes is the exhausted traveler who spent almost a full twenty four hours traveling from one place to the next. He drags his feet along the floor as he lugs his overstuffed suitcase of souvenirs behind him then immediately perks up when he sees the time and rushes to make his next flight.
Hermes is the excited tourist who struggled to save thousands of dollars for the chance to visit another country that they've admired for so long. He zips around from place to place, stopping to take photos of the gorgeous sights he may never see again, and he dives in head first at any opportunity to participate in or witness cultural traditions.
Hermes is the newly-wed groom who enthusiastically jumped on his flight with his spouse for his first honeymoon. He tenderly holds hands with his lover, resting their heads on one another, as they both stare, wide-eyed, at a strikingly clear sky populated with glistening stars and makes a wish as he mistakes a satellite for a comet.
Hermes is the single father who desperately needed a vacation but couldn't find a babysitter in time. He smiles contently as he lounges on a beach chair, soaking up the sun, and watches his two girls pretending to be sea monsters in the ocean's waters a few feet away.
Hermes is the college frat boy who travelled to the beach a couple cities away for his spring break vacation. He chugs down another glass of beer and belts out karaoke with his best friend to the song I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston at 3am, likely annoying their neighbors in the hotel room next door.
Hermes is the fragile old man who finally got the chance to return to his home country after years of having no choice but to live abroad. He smiles nostalgically at the small town he grew up in, sipping at a cup of coffee as he sits in an old café he used to visit often, admiring the scenery and feeling torn about how much things have changed in his absence.
Hermes is the anxious student who managed to get an opportunity studying abroad with their school. He nervously examines the map of the metro lines and stations, attempting to catch a metro back to his temporary housing after a full day of wandering the city and being too afraid to ask a stranger for directions.
Hermes is the young boy who took his first plane ride alone to visit his dad after the separation. He shyly converses with the nice lady seated next to him on the plane, sharing very little information but enjoying the company regardless.
Hermes takes the form of all travellers. His spirit journeys with us as we travel by plane, car, bus, or train. He waits in line for the metro ticket by our sides, he rocks out to our favorite songs with us in our cars, he squeezes our hands during the turbulence on the plane, he stares out the bus window with us as we listen to headphones.
Hermes is the spirit of The Traveller, and on every trip we take, every journey we embark on, every first step on the road of life, he wishes us safe travels.
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Here's something that's a good source on Hermes, if you're not really sure what he's like as a god and a person.
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I’ve seen a lot of people post about going to the gym/work out as a devotional act to ares, but I think it’s also fair to point out that Hermes’ domain includes sport and athletics, so I propose an addition;
Working out / training as a devotional act to Hermes
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