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tev-the-random · 1 year

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(Continuation of this!)

If he had to call the attack on Tumble Town anything, Sausage would call it ominous.

You see, the thing about living thousands of years and multiple lives is that you start to notice patterns in tragedy. So although most people said there was calm before the storm, he knew otherwise: there was always a bit of a dark sky in between, some sort of warning bell. And Sausage knew quite a lot about dark skies.

He was the first one to offer support as soon as he got the news. If not because his colourful empire greatly valued the terracotta trades, then because the Sheriff was a good friend. The man confided to Sausage — which means everybody everywhere was aware of it by noon — his strange encounter the previous night. The Red Light Bandit, as he’d taken to calling the suspect, definitely gave off the feeling that they were looking for more than a victimless inconvenience. They both knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

Someone needed to keep an extra eye out, if anything. It was in the Guardian's nature to protect what was vulnerable, regardless of whether or not it made a chill run down his spine. He owed it to Tumble Town, after all. He should do right by it at least once.

Citizens of Sanctuary were quick to volunteer a hand once the message started circulating. Now, if there was one thing Sausage was sure of, it was that those who lived in Sanctuary — the refugees, the runaways, the lost souls and found families, — understood better than anyone what it was like to pick up the pieces of a broken home.

Two days after the incident, Sausage showed up to the mesa with a whole group of volunteered help behind him. Truth be told, try as he might, the Guardian couldn't keep up with every single soul that came and went from the safe haven he'd created; he wasn’t, therefore, completely familiar with the entire bunch. There were one or two elves with whom he’d had friendly conversations over the years; an enderian who often humoured the thought of moving to Tumble Town, where the humidity was far more bearable than in the jungle; a couple of fae he had personally welcomed into their community after their forest burned down.

They were followed over the torn hills by four avian friends — no older than eighteen or so, from some country overseas, — a number of dwarves with a heavy accent from somewhere way up north and a few humans from all over the place. Sausage couldn’t say he knew any of them by name, but he made sure to keep track of them nonetheless.

“Alright, everybody! The Sheriff offered us some tools in this box here,” he announced, stepping out of the sheriff’s office with a heavy chest full of equipment. “There are a couple of spots that could use our help, I’m pretty sure everyone can find something they’re good at. If you need any guidance, just come looking for me and we’ll figure it out, right? Right, let’s get to it!”

Sausage’s enthusiasm was infectious, and his people promptly took the initiative. They scattered throughout the town to help break up debris, repair broken rooves, move animals, replace light sources and all the likes of manual labour. Seeing them work alongside the citizens of Tumble Town who had the condition to stay and rebuild, the various goblins carrying materials all around and even a few of Joel’s obedient subjects, Sausage was glad to conclude most of the group had no trouble fitting in. Some, however, seemed a bit more unsure.

One of the humans — or at least he thought that’s what they were; something seemed a little off about it, though he wasn’t quite sure what — caught his attention after a couple of minutes. They looked around with some sort of polite intrigue and a quiet demeanour Sausage assumed was related to shyness. Their nervousness spiked immediately once they noticed Sausage staring, and his approach didn’t seem to make it much better, despite his best intentions.

“Hey there!” He started with a smile that aimed to soothe. “Sorry, this is all a bit of a mess. I guess you haven’t found something to do yet?”

They stared at him as if he was about to bite their head off. Eventually, they nodded.

Sausage hummed. He scanned the wreckage of the town, eyes landing on the Sheriff — who was busy instructing his cheery avian quartet on something, — then following the jagged hills around them in search of vacant stations. His look then went back to the man in front of him, eyeing him up and down once. Although he had a thinner frame than Sausage’s own, he was still built like someone who was used to carrying lots of weight; his long blond hair, streaked with the occasional grey strands, resembled a very messy curtain, taking over his features like he had never his life bothered to brush it back. Still, the Guardian could tell the man had tired dark eyes that avoided his stare at all costs.

“Tell you what, you seem pretty strong,” Sausage concluded, nodding to himself. “I think you should join Vilde by the train tracks over there, if you can.”

Next to the tunnel that once led to the east side of Tumble Town, an elf chipped away at the boulders that blocked it. She was a tall and burly woman who Sausage knew to be quite amicable. It seemed like a good match to him.

He gave the man an encouraging pat on the back, which was returned in the form of a relieved smile. Rolling his shoulders and taking one of the pickaxes inside their equipment box, the stranger — Sausage realised a few seconds too late that he forgot to ask for a name, dang it! — walked away. He promptly received a warm greeting upon reaching the train tracks, which the Guardian was pretty satisfied to see.

After making sure everyone was well taken care of, Sausage set off to get his own work done. He did not spare a single thought to how often the dark gaze behind blond locks drifted his way.

They met again when the sun over the mesa got too hot for them to work. Tumble Town’s saloon was bustling with all the helpers that had come inside to escape the heat and rest for a while. Sausage, for one, had no trouble weaving his way across the crowd and towards the duo sitting by the bar.

Vilde, the sturdy elf, managed to pull some conversation out of the man she had been put to work with. His name was Terrence, she told; he came from a small ranch in a very far away land he refused to speak about, but which he referred to with some fondness.

“Aww, have you met Larisa yet?” Sausage interjected. “Xe’s Sanctuary’s best shepherd, I’m sure xe would love a helping hand with the animals!”

“Maybe,” Terrence replied, softspoken. His hair, no doubt an inconvenience, had since been braided back, but few strands still found a way to fall over his eyes. His face was littered with little scars. “I ain’t got much experience with sheep, but if Larisa needs help with cows, I’m pretty much a magnet for them.”

“I guess that makes you a cowboy,” Vilde chirped, a proud glint in her eyes as her new friend sighed with lighthearted disapproval.

The minutes ticked by, and as it often happens to him, Sausage wasn’t sure how they got to the topic they got. He had just finished a long-winded story about his and Joel’s complicated relationship — not sparing details about the other people with whom he had all sorts of “complicated relationships” — when he finally decided to take a breather. Much to his mildly horrified audience’s relief.

Almost as if on cue, a familiar flutter of wings made itself heard outside. The Guardian of Sanctuary turned around to find a certain teenager standing timidly by the entranceway. The brightest of grins immediately illuminated his face.

“Hermes, my boy!” He shouted, waving frenetically as if from across a field. “I’m right here, come on over!”

Anyone with even the slightest observational skills could tell that the last thing the boy wanted was to be perceived by the saloon full of people. They shrunk into themself as if hoping they could disappear if they just didn’t move. But they couldn’t really do much when both of their fathers were some of the most flamboyant people in all of the empires. Sausage remained regrettably unaware of it.

Vilde and Terrence watched with distinct forms of interest as Hermes won over his hesitation and approached his father, who promptly gave him a loving kiss on the cheek as a greeting. He was still little for a demigod, and his soft appearance would have you think him no older than an early pre-teen.

“Oh, do you remember Vilde, Hermes?” Sausage questioned. “And this here is Terrence! He moved to Sanctuary a few weeks ago, isn’t that nice?”

The elf had met Sausage’s child a handful of times over the years she had lived in Sanctuary. Still not enough for them to return her smile with quite the same enthusiasm as her.

Terrence, on his part, tilted his head with thinly veiled curiosity. It was as if the boy had kickstarted a furious thought process that made for a very amused conclusion.

“So you’re that Hermes I’ve heard so much about.” Tipping an imaginary hat, he smiled at the teen. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

They nodded in what was almost a greeting. The two of them stared at each other for maybe a moment too long before Hermes was no longer able to hold eye contact.

“What are you doing here?” Sausage asked, oblivious.

Hermes vacillated, opening and closing their mouth a couple of times. In the end, they opted to speak with their hands.

“Dad left me in Sanctuary early. I couldn’t find you.”

“Oh? Oh god, I’m so sorry! You must have been waiting so long— I told Joel I was busy today!” Sausage voiced his frustration dramatically. He sighed, then eyed his child with concern. “Does Thunder Daddy know you left Sanctuary? Did you come here all on your own?”

The boy made a face.

“I’m not five anymore.”

“Aw, you’ll always be my baby boy, even if you’re a hundred years old!”

The Guardian captured his son in a tight embrace, earning a squawk from them. Vilde laughed into her glass of water, trying not to embarrass them further, while Terrence observed the scene with a mix of fondness, amusement and something a little deeper, but undecipherable.

In the end, Sausage left earlier than intended, only taking his time to report back to the Sheriff and make sure everyone who came with him was still well. The others stayed for an hour or two more before most of them started heading back to Sanctuary. Terrence, on the other hand, seemed hesitant to leave.

“I was thinking... maybe I should stay here for the night,” he said, a little sheepish. He and the extroverted elf who had so promptly adopted him as a friend stood outside, where a few people still mingled about after a day’s work. “I would really rather avoid having to take the tram back and forth everyday...”

“Oh, tell me about it.” The Sheriff chimed in. He sat on a chair at the front porch of the saloon, leaning back against the wall. “Those damn rails give me motion sickness for days. Why don’t people just walk places anymore?”

“We can go walking if you want to,” Vilde offered.

“I dunno. I don’t think we’d get there before dark.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky, musing. “I don’t wanna keep you out too late. I mean,” the man eyed Vilde with an awkward smile. “You could probably crush a zombie’s head with your bare hands, no offence, but I’d still feel bad.”

The elf opened her mouth to protest, only to get interrupted by the Sheriff.

“Pretty sure there’s room in the inn, if you want.” He knocked on the window behind him. “I know those people from Stratos are staying over. Considering you’re helping us fix the town and all that, I think the innkeep will be more than happy to have ya.”

Terrence let out a sigh of relief. He smiled gratefully, not quite meeting the Sheriff’s eyes.

“You’re sure you’re staying?” Vilde asked. He nodded. “Well... I’ll warn Sausage about it, then.” She gave him a firm pat on the shoulder and a grin. “Be seeing you tomorrow, Terry!”

The Sheriff watched him wave off the elf as she skipped away. When it was just the two of them left, they stood there, occasionally exchanging some idle conversation. The old man found that Terrence was quite the pleasant company, albeit a generally timid one, with an easy laughter and a witty mind. The man’s competent rancher stories were enough to keep him amused until the sun came down, by which time they decided to enter the saloon-inn.

He didn’t drink, though. After Terrence bid him good night and disappeared upstairs, the Sheriff kept an eye out for any signs of trouble outside. He hadn’t felt so restless in years, and it rubbed him in all sorts of wrong ways.

Little did he know that, later that evening, the timid blond man with streaks of grey hair and face littered with little scars would manage to sneak his way into the Mezalean house on the other side of the hills. The place, albeit more or less intact, had no signs of living other than a few recent footprints of red sand and some disturbed dust on the shelves. The Sheriff, for one, never bothered checking it out, which made it perfect for hiding things.

Terrence opened a chest to find a set of clothes he unceremoniously changed into. They smelled like gunpowder, and he — Jimmy, he reminded himself at the sight of the heart-shaped scar on his chest. His name is Jimmy — couldn’t possibly feel more comfortable in them.

As he stepped into the small hidden cave next to the building, he couldn’t help but stare at his own reflection on a near-dry puddle under the moonlight. A faint red tint in his otherwise dark eyes stared back at him. It was a wonder that no one seemed to pay attention to it all day long. Not that he was complaining: it felt like waltzing around memories that couldn’t quite look him in the eye anymore. It’s an empowering feeling, despite the rather pathetic persona he had chosen to play in front of them.

Inside of a hole in the wall of the cavern, concealed behind an inconspicuous stone block, a lantern of bright, pulsating red light called to him. He held it like a long lost friend.

They had business to attend to.

#In honour of the Old Sheriff's and Jimmy's children totally surviving I bring you more of this shit #RLBAU time!#I will die on the hill of Hermes' selective mutism #If you get why I gave Jimmy the alias Terrence then you like me spend way too much time on Jimmy's streams #I took the joke and made it canon in the au there's no going back-#anyways I wrote and rewrote this one a few hundred times because I wasn't sure whose perspective to write #Had to introduce the Terrence idea somehow!#but alas I'll leave it be #Empires SMP #Empires season 2 #Solidarity Gaming #Mythical Sausage #Red Light Bandit AU #RLBAU #Don't Mind Me I'm Writing My Blorbos

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seagull-scribbles · 2 years

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Oh worm?

Spent this summer talking with @authorleaandres about designing this Worm OC, with cursed prompts such as “perpetually expressionless” and “stapled on limbs”

#sth #authorleaandres #Comission #sonic oc #Terrence the Earthworm #meme redraw #had a lot of fun with these I hope you enjoy them #I got more into it and more excited about him as it went which is probably why the quality kept getting better #I’d be giggling like yes it’s all coming together lmao #spiral hills mud farmer my beloved #don’t ask me about the worms in the mud I just had to keep this as cursed as possible for comedy reasons

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thirst-for-boys · 2 years

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#Terrence Green #Terayle Hill

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lea-andres · 2 years

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Genuine question regarding a certain earthworm oc

Does he have an actual design? I want to draw him and I don't remember if he's ever been described somewhere

I could just draw an unhinged Creature but I wanted to check before I went ham

No one tell Josh... But I'm commissioning art of the wormy boi from @seagull-scribbles as a gag gift for my fiancé's birthday! He won't see this (or the art itself, if Seagull decides to post it!) unless he gets tagged, so no one tag him!!! 😂

So, uh, design in progress? I'm not sure if Seagull wants first dibs at drawing Terrence or not. I'm giving my fiancé their art no matter what, so I don't care either way, but if they care I'd like to honor that!

#other people's ocs #terrence the earthworm spiral hill's mud farmer

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brocees · 2 years

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forgot what the hell terrence looked like as a teen here is this

#drawing him like this always makes me realize just how much cooler he looked as a teenager #they put on those glasses. and everything went down hill from there #terrence #my art.png

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b-rainlet · 5 months

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I watch like 100 movies each year and yet my letterboxd watchlists staunchly remain at '1% watched'

#It's because I am a rewatcher #And also because I simply ignore my watchlists while choosing a movie ansnsdn #And they're a wip so when I add movie I naturally leave out those I've already seen #And I don't mark movies as seen which I've seen years ago with my Dad (probably in Italian)#Like Flash Gordon for example #If my watchlist would be Bud Spencer and Terrence Hill movies or Western? 100%

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sleepythug · 8 months

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Horror movies to watch?

the black cat (edgar g. ulmer, 1934)

the hitcher (1986, robert harmon)

seance (2000, kiyoshi kurosawa)

psychic (1977, lucio fulci)

martin (1977, george a. romero)

splatter: naked blood (1996, hisayasu satō)

just before dawn (1981, jeff lieberman)

guinea pig: mermaid in the manhole (1988, hideshi hino)

the funhouse (1981, tobe hooper)

it's alive (1974, larry cohen)

the masque of the red death (1964, roger corman)

intruder (1989, scott spiegel)

blood rage (1987, john grissmer)

the prowler (1981, joseph zito)

the strangers: prey at night (2018, johannes roberts)

the empty man (2020, david prior)

spider baby (1966, jack hill)

the devil rides out (1968, terrence fisher)

two thousand maniacs (1964, herschell gordon lewis)

the night of the hunted (1980, jean rollin)

bloody muscle body builder from hell (1995, shinichi fukazawa)

evil dead trap (1988, toshiharu ikeda)

#anonymous

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violetwolfraven · 5 months

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You know what maybe I’m just tired and feeling the existential dread of growing up, but actually my small, petty hill to die on is that I don’t think I will ever forgive Disney for abandoning the fairies franchise. I cannot even properly express what those movies were to me as a kid. They very well may have been my first hyperfixation. But come on beyond the sentimental value, those movies:

Encouraged kids to take an interest in nature and be nice to plants and animals.

Depicted a (mostly female) friend group that spent virtually every scene they had together onscreen building each other up and supporting each other.

Featured a female lead who is essentially a mechanical engineer, and is not treated as any less magical or important for it than her friends who can magically make flowers grow or bend light (except for the first movie wherein her feeling less magical and important is the central conflict).

Gave said female lead a “love interest,” I say in quotations because while they are definitely implied to have romantic feelings for each other, he is never called anything other than her best friend and the two of them ending up together is never treated as an urgent priority. Their friendship is incredibly important to both of them, but no one acts like it’s a problem that they’re just friends for now.

Redeemed the mean girl pretty damn successfully (in my opinion), Vidia never apologizes for most of her actions onscreen, but she does realize when she’s gone too far and makes an effort to fix her mistakes, and from that point on she is integrated into the friend group who, as I mentioned before, spend 90% of their screen time uplifting each other.

In The Lost Treasure, let Tink’s temper have consequences, a good lesson for kids in not taking their friends for granted and treating them kindly, but also teaching respect for boundaries and personal space through Terrence’s end.

In Secret of the Wings, demonstrated that sometimes rules are there for safety reasons, but you can try to think of a creative solution to do what you want while still keeping things safe for everyone.

In Legend of the Neverbeast (admittedly not the greatest movie in the series), depicted the fairies having to say goodbye to an animal companion permanently, something most kids will probably experience at some point.

Inspired a banger of an online game and several banger songs.

And what has Disney done with this franchise they spent 7 years on (longer if you count the books)?

Allowed a massive decline in quality on the last movie made (Legend of the Neverbeast) and then acted shocked when it didn’t do as well as the previous ones.

Cancelled all fairy projects after that.

Shut down the game in 2013.

Made a bunch of the songs from the soundtracks seemingly disappear off the face of the earth.

I know it doesn’t make the top 100 shitty things Disney has done, probably not even the top 1000, but I am still extremely salty about it, even though it’s been almost 10 years.

#will anyone read this rant?#probably not #i don’t care #i just need to get it out of my system #violet’s on her bullshit again #nostalgia #disney #disney fairies #tinkerbell movies #pixie hollow #faith trust and pixie dust #tinkerbell #silvermist #fawn #rosetta #iridessa #vidia

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josefksays · 6 months

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RIP Ryan O'Neal (1941-2023) - Hollywood star from classics such as Love Story (1970), Paper Moon (1973) and Kubrick's Barry Lyndon (1975) has passed today. After the huge hit of Love Story which earned him Oscar and Golden Globe nominations, O'Neal became a popular leading man in films like What's Up Doc? (1972), Nickelodeon (1976), one of the countless stars on WWII epic A Bridge Too Far (1977), Walter Hill's action The Driver (1978), Oliver's Story (1978), which is the sequel to Love Story. In the 1980's, his career starts to decline but he still played the lead in Partners (1982), Fever Pitch (1985), Tough Guys Don't Dance (1987) - with an infamous scene that later on became a classic meme; and Chances Are (1989). Other credits include Faithful (1996), Zero Effect (1998), People I Know (2002), Malibu's Most Wanted (2003) and Terrence Malick's Knight of Cups (2015), one of his final credits.

#Ryan O'Neal #In Memoriam #actors #Barry Lyndon #Love Story #Paper Moon #The Driver #What's Up Doc?#Fever Pitch

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kevinvoncrastenburg · 1 month

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URL Song Tag

🎉 Finally I got tagged. Thank you @bunnybananasims 🥰 This is one of those times, where it comes in handy to have a long URL. 😅 K- Kids with Guns - Gorillaz E- Echo - Trapt V- Valley of the Dolls - MARINA I- I Love Hollywood! - Slayyyter N- Near You Always - Jewel V- Vincent - Don McLean O- One In A Million - Aaliyah N- Nights In White Satin - The Moody Blues C- C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) - Wu-Tang Clan ft. Method Man, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck & Buddha Monk R- Rapture - iio feat. Nadia Ali A- Alive - (Chris Lord-Alge Mix) - P.O.D. S- Scandalous - Mis-Teeq T- Terrence Loves You - Lana Del Rey E- Everything Is Everything - Ms. Lauryn Hill N- Nothin' - N.O.R.E. B- Boys Cry - Oscar Scheller U- Undisclosed Desires - Muse R- Rumour Mill - Rudimental feat. Anne-Marie & Will Heard G- Gossip Folks - Missy Elliott feat. Ludacris

I'm tagging the last 10 people in my activity tab. @marcishaun @silverspringsimmer @wasset-aseskara @rachel-homeanddesign-sims @miss-may-i @nantucketupsnott @narunasims @dojihimiko @tsims & @silent-simblr I'll try to tag the last five in the comments. Thanks tumblr.

Feel free to do or ignore the tag. I hope you enjoyed my little list and that life treats you good. 🙏🏼

#url song game #url song tag game #kevinvoncrastenburg #bunnybananasims

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soraka-in-warhammer40k · 7 months

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I might be betraying my age a little with what I am about to reference, but by pure accident I might have found the perfect explanation for "Gork & Mork" to someone outside of 40k lore and without reducing it to the usual joke of "Orks being dumb".

Getting krumped by Gork is like getting hit by Bud Spencer's signature punch - meanwhile fighting Mork is more like being made a fool of by Terrence Hill. But no matter the difference, when you are in a silly movie with them, and you are an unnamed extra in the role of some goon, you will most likely get krumped one way or another.

Oh and they might not necessarily be on the same side initially, or even remotely get along when they are working together, but they will still beat your ass regardless.

#random thought obtained during showering #the Orks would absoutely love those old silly movies tho #their plot is so simple even an ork would get it and there's a lot of krumpin going on #warhammer 40k #orks

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gloryride · 5 months

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OC INTERVIEW

tagged by @chevvy-yates ♥♥ thanks! I know who you want, so here baby driver <3

-- Name --

Enzo Angelo Sarto. No, don't call me Lorenzo, i don't like this name, and i don't care was my nonno name. My parents call me like that when i screw up. So it's Enzo, capisce ?

-- Nickname --

Lot of people call me Enzolino because some race commentators called me that when I won my first race at 16. I was the youngest racer for years. Because "-ino" in Italian means "little". And i still have this name, even i'm a tall ragazzo and i'm 24. And so many of my family calls me Lino, some close friends too. But i prefer people call me Enzo. Except Jay who calls me Babe, adn that's really cute in his pretty mouth.

-- Gender --

Cis Male

-- Star Sign --

Born in October 30, i'm a proud Scorpio !

-- Height--

1m89, or 6"2 if you want

-- Orientation --

Bisexual

-- Nationality/Ethnicity --

Italian. I don't care i never saw Italia in my life, but all my famiglia is italian so am i ! Yeah yeah, i know i was born in Arizona, but it's from Free States not NUSA, right ? I can't be American, so i'm Italian.

-- Fave Fruit --

I love prickly pears, because you find many in deserts around New Mexico, when they're not toxic. Mia mamma does pretty neat marmelades with. I like oranges too, when they're ripe and sweet

-- Fave Season --

Spring, when it starts to be a bit hot but not too much. And sometimes it rains, feels so good after a day in a desert !

-- Fave Flower --

Don't see many flowers in desert, except cactus flowers. I had a bouquet of lilies and peonies when I won my last Vegas Race - they smelt really good!

-- Fave Scent --

Maybe i have weird taste, but i love motor oil smell, as like hot asphalt, then refreshed by rain. In more classic, when lasagna just came out still hot, or just citrus smell.

-- Coffee, tea or hot chocolate --

Coffee, that's a basic.

-- Average hours of sleep --

Chaotic and my dark circles speak for me. I go to bed late but wake up early, sometimes i don't sleep, because i start working with my dad at 6am to avoid heat in desert. I take nap afternoon and when i can, but i rarely sleep a long night.

-- Dog or Cat person --

I love dogs, but if i can choose another animals i prefer geckos. You can see a lot in desert, they're adorable.

-- Dream trip --

I travel all the time so i dunno ... maybe going to Italy and see where my famiglia come from ? Or maybe just on the East Coast of NUSA, just to see how it is, and seeing if there are some races.

-- Favorite fictional character --

This guy in Bushido 6 : Street Score plays by Drew Garcia, always forget his name. He's a dick but so cool with his car. Saw the scene too many times ... And i saw many western movies with my brother Virgile, i really love the ones with Terrence Hill. So Nobody in My Name is Nobody and ... what's the name in English ? Vabbè. Lo chiamavano Trinità, where he plays Trinita, awesome too !

-- Number of blankets they sleep with --

Between none and one. If i sleep alone, one. If i'm with Jay, he spreads the blanket away so i have nothing ... except him.

-- Random fact --

It's something I never talk about because I don't have any information. But I have… I had… an older sister. My mother was married and he left to join the Wraiths with their baby. We know that he was killed a year later, but there's no trace of the baby. Mamma searched and never found her, and she still wonders where she is, if she's still alive. It seems that's why she only had me with Dad, the fear of losing me too would have been a kind of psychological block and she was never able to have other children.

#about : enzo sarto #cyberpunk 2077 #thanks for the tag #love his smile in this pic <3

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