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im sure you've answered this somewhere before but why does X wear his helmet? ik you've said he's not a hybrid which i assume just means he's human, so is it just that he doesnt like showing his face? or is it plot or backstory related? -starr
Who’s to say!! Seems to be a mystery to the other hermits…
(shoutout to @kiwinatorwaffles‘s baldsuma comic, i couldn’t not make a cheeky reference to it hehe :] )
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i think we should all be nicer to jimmy
No
Anvil him
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this does not apply if you wear exclusively leggings. Those things tear all the time you need like a million on standby
#because i live in the north??????#and theres a whole half of thr year when pants are necessary????#<prev EXACTLY#sweatpants jeans cute pants heavy pants#cmon now!!!!#PAINTING PANTS . summer pants even!! if u want something light and flowy!!
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more team rancher where jimmy is being a little shit. where he's standing up straight and holding a sword and oh, he knows how to use it. where he's a bit better at wrangling ravagers while tango always flies away into a wall whenever they get close. where jimmy is sassy and sharp. we don't get enough of that imo
#thinking about secret life ranchers again CLEARLY#jimmy 'i thought you were supposed to be the dungeon master hm?'#tango 'ohohoho buddy thats. arhghrh. shut up!!'#team rancher
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SILLIES
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doodle i lazily colored because the actual drawing wasnt doing it for me,,,
plus a timelapse cause, idk why not?
anyway tango is attractive help
#the team rancher cameo#MORE TANGO BEING ATTRACTIVE YAYYYYY#hello hi hello hellloooo#tangotek#team rancher
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redstone redstone redstone redsto-
next up we have default tango! look at him
As always, a printout to create your very own Tango (of the tek variety) courtesy of the tools over at pixelpapercraft!
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Hellelil and Hildebrand (The Meeting on the Turret Stairs), Frederic William Burton, 1864
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I know this isn't ninjago guys but I finished this 17 hour painting for my art class and I was proud of it so...enjoy.
I love Egypt fun fact about me. :)
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Do you ever talk to your mutuals?
not really i just post things and hope they fall in love with me
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you know those videos of snakes that like to burry themselves in sand or ferrets that like to burry themselves in snow-like stuff? that's how i imagine baby tango acts with soulsand, he just go there and he gone in the cozzy sand
Nether Adventures
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You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
#im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok 👍#theyre so . SOFT. THEHRE SO SOFT#i adore the colors in this#they just. fit together. its so perfect#team rancher
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Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.
That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?
"Tango?"
Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--
"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."
Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.
Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--
That wasn't home anymore.
Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--
"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.
Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.
"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.
"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.
The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.
"Hear what?"
Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"
His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.
"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.
"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.
"The same way."
Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."
"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.
He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.
Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.
He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--
Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.
Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.
As evidenced by who was in front of him.
The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.
The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.
Until he was out of the conduit's range.
Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.
Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.
A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.
He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.
It had abandoned him and now?
Tango didn't know what to do next.
#VIVI. AAUURHRGRHGSGRHRHSVEBDVDJEBSBDEBVDNXJDHEDBW#'tango lost tho'#awe but doesnt jimmy wanna play with his food a little longer#maybe keep him as a pet#team rancher#to me
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I wish there were different words for the different types of forgetting because when I say I forgot something, I don’t mean “I forgot we had plans on Friday.” I almost always mean “I forgot today was Friday.” I know my friend’s birthday is on March 20th, but I won’t wish her happy birthday on time because I won’t know it’s March 20th on March 20th. My forgetfulness has nothing to do with not caring about/remembering events and everything to do with my inability to keep up with the passage of time.
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Americans don’t wear cowboy hats all the time? What’s the point then?
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