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conifetti · 3 months

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finally, after many years, one of my two grails is here ♪ one more to go !

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cyan-hijirikawa · 3 months

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show by rock!! cyan hijirikawa 1/7 scale swimsuit figure, white ver.

#cyan hijirikawa #cyan sbr #cyan show by rock #show by rock #show by rock!!#cyan sb69 #sb69 #plasmagica

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baltharino · 1 year

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#show by rock #show by rock!!#cyan hijirikawa #catgirl #sbr #anime #gif #gifset #fyanimegifs #anisource #dailyanime #dailyanimatedgifs #animationsource #animangaladies

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dailyfigures · 2 years

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Hijirikawa Cyan ; Show By Rock!! ☆ Ques Q

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animeuserboxes · 3 years

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#show by rock #show by rock!!#show by rock!! stars!!#sb69 #sbr #sb69 cyan #cyan hijirikawa #userboxes #userbox #anime userbox #anime userboxes #sbr cyan #show by rock cyan #johnny's joys

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fuckyeahavasdemon · 3 years

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me celebrating the fact this goddamn comic is off hiatus after 50 years!

#Avas demon #ava mod #mod post #I really love this gif of cyan #I used to be so into sbr

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clockwork-coyote · 4 years

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Endless List of Favorite Characters // Cyan Hijirikawa

#aesthetic #my aesthetic #//favorite characters #show by rock cyan #show by rock #sbr cyan #cyan hijirikawa #cyan

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movedmovedswe · 4 years

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♡

#uploads #animecore #figurecore #neko #nekomimi #show by rock #catgirl #lovecore #cyan #sbr

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spac-e-b0y · 4 years

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5 year comparison!! It’s so crazy to think I’ve been posting art publicly for a little over 5 years, but it’s refreshing to see how far I’ve come! Here’s to another 5 years down the line!

#5 years later #5 years comparison #art comparison #old art conparison #my art #artists on tumblr #furry #furry art #furry artist #furry artwork #ocs: checkers #ocs: angel #others oc #friends oc #joyfriends oc #show by rock #show by rock cyan #sbr cyan

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squeakitties · 6 years

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シアンちゃん - by つじ (Cyan-chan by tsu_ji)

Permission to post this artwork was granted by the artist!

#show by rock!!#sb69 #cyan #cyan hijirikawa #pixiv #kemono #sbr #show by rock #furry #anime #tsu_ji #plasmagica

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urwaifuisalesbian-blog · 6 years

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“I”m Cyan Hijirikawa, first year, class three, I’d like to join the club!”

#show by rock #cyan hijirikawa #sbr #show by rock icons #pride icons #mod junebug

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conifetti · 3 months

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re-edited these ^—^ i like them way better now!! cyan, my beloved ♪

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cyan-hijirikawa · 8 months

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🐾 cyan hijirikawa 1/6.5 scale figure by amakuni hobby jp ! biggest grail ever … she’s absolutely gorgeous ! 🫧

#show by rock #show by rock!!#cyan #cyan sbr #cyan hijirikawa #plasmagica #cyan show by rock #sb69 #cyan sb69

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chikorii · 6 years

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Sb69 Merch Sale! Voiced Cyan plushie

Her line’s really cute!! I’ve only played the voice twice; otherwise I’ve kept her in her original package.

Selling Cyan plushie for $25 + $12 shipping worldwide (airmail)! $37 total!

Payment via paypal; airmail has no tracking. Price in USD!

Can be combined with other merch I’m selling here -> [x] (except clear folders they don’t fit in the box)

Please message me directly on tumblr if interested!

#sb69 cyan #sb69 #sbr #show by rock!!#show by rock #cyan plushie

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beneathashadytree · 3 years

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hello, i’m submitting for machine since they don’t have a tumblr

they want prompts 5 and 36 from angst with diego brando !

tysm once again 🥺🥺

MOTHER DEAREST - DIEGO BRANDO X READER

Warnings : fever-induced delirium, grieving, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst (with a bit of fluff)

Word count : 1.2K words

Prompts : "I wish mom were here." and "Could you hold me, just for a few minutes?"

Additional notes : I'm really sorry, but I haven't even read halfway through Steel Ball Run; that's why I usually don't write for SBR characters 😭 So far I haven't known much about Diego, so to avoid mischaracterization, I made him sick here. The prompts didn't fit a drabble, so I had to write a whole fic. I hope you like it despite all of this😭

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Though everyone had turned a mocking eye towards them near the start of the race for "taking something so impractical with them on such a long and perilous race", they now thanked the heavens and everything good for having packed a medical thermometer along in their traveling bag, carefully wrapped in linen and stuffed into its plastic case. It was a bit of a hassle to carry around; true, but at the very least, with Diego currently flitting between consciousness every few minutes, it proved to be their luckiest decision yet.

The blonde's cyan eyes barely-open and fluttering half-shut every now and then, his golden hair was matted against his forehead with prespiration. Visibly having difficulty breathing, his chest was heaving up and down, and with every inhale came a terrifying rattling sound from inside his chest cavity. To say that he was sick was an understatement, and his feverish state left him perpetually flushed for hours on end.

Their worry never lessening for a minute, their fingers pruned up as they'd gathered pails from the river outside the barn they were currently staying at, soaking and wringing an old shirt of his, lightly patting him down in an attempt to cool his temperature.

"It's inching closer to forty degrees," they quietly said, half to him and half to them (though, with the hazy film covering his eyes, they were sure he must've been a little delirious), sighing as they didn't know what to do when they were out un the North American desert like that.

Diego's skin glimmered with a sheen of sweat, and though he'd been stripped of his shirt in hopes of countering his stickiness, he was shivering and they could almost hear his teeth chattering. His dry lips smacked once or twice in his delirium, before his croaky voice attempted to call their name, having just woken up from a few more minutes of unconsciousness. Attentive to his every move, they leaned in, indicating that they were listening keenly as he tried to whisper something, though no sound came out.

"Didn't catch that, sorry," they gave him a kind smile, one that was responded to with a thick swallow and another attempt to articulate.

They strained their ears, as he whispered, voice as rough as sandpaper, breathing heavily, "I wish... mom were here."

Their words got stuck in their throat, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. It hurt hearimg those words that he spoke, so small and fragile, though he wouldn't remember a word of it the following day. Any other day, he would've called this version of himself pathetic, but all they thought it was was heartbreaking. Vulnerability etched in his unconscious words, he sounded like a child begging for affection he'd long missed out on.

The jockey who'd given himself the moniker Dio was never one to speak of his past---or bring up anything related to himself, for that matter. If it wasn't a prideful comment, he saw no reason to reveal anything about himself, and his desire to shine in this Steel Ball Run and steal the winning title made that personal rule of his all the more important. Not even to them had he talked about what had happened to his mother.

But as everyone knew, word spread around fast. It never mattered that he was a British young jockey, never mattered that he was especially keen to veer away from the public eye, never mattered that he only focused on his athleticism; it only made his story all the more interesting to the waiting eyes and ears, begging to know more. Rumors traveled quickly, and soon some version of the story of his past had been settled upon---and what a tragic one it had been. They could still remember the tug in their chest and the gasp they'd made when they'd heard of it, having never expected the Diego with such a hardened shell to have suffered so much so silently.

In the small barn where their words ricocheted against the shattered plywood, they couldn't help but sigh, a fleeting look of sympathy (that they knew Diego would've hated had he been clear-headed) crossing their eyes. Floundering for a few moments, not really knowing what to say and trying to carefully choose the right words to soothe the ache he'd revealed to have been harboring.

"I'm sure she wishes the same," they softly said, blinking back tears they hadn't noticed were forming.

In a child-like way, Diego's bottom lip jutted forward a little bit, pouting in his fever-induced haze, "Then why isn't she here?"

"I," swallowing thickly, they looked down at their lap, shifting their position on their knees, "I don't know, Dio. I'm sure she has no choice."

A bitter look formed on his sweaty face, turning away on the makeshift pillow of stale hay. Silence blanketed the two, the only sound being that of them diligently trying to gently wash his burning skin with the damp shirt-towel, trying their best to avoid infecting any barely-closed-up wounds on his shoulders and chest.

As they did, he visibly shivered once again, his fever definitely making him feel a hundred times colder than it was in the early October afternoon. The sun streaming through the splintered wood should've been enough to grant him some warmth, but in this state, even his nails were turning blue.

They felt increasingly exasperated. Out on the road with nothing but the few supplies they had, it was nearly impossible to take care of someone so gravely sick---let alone Dio, who looked like he clearly had a weaker immunity than most people; he probably had been a sickly child. Nevertheless, they continued to tend to him tirelessly, even as he pouted to the run-down wall.

Some while later, his scratchy voice spoke up again, the words hard to make out, "Can I... ask something of you?

They tilted their head to look at him, switching to his other side so they could directly face him, nodding as they took notice of the way his eyes were almost completely shut now; no doubt he thought this was some fever dream and was speaking without any inhibition.

"Of course. What do you want?"

"Could you hold me?" he mumbled, moving his hand underneath his head and curling up underneath their fleece blanket that was just barely covering him, "Just for a few minutes?".

Inhaling sharply, they couldn't hide the surprise from their expression. Truly, his child-like behavior was both alarming and endearing---alarming, because they wondered just how starved of affection he must've been and how well he must've hidden it, and endearing, because having him so openly vulnerable was sweet, in a rather odd way.

Having already thrown caution to the wind long ago, they knew it was more than likely they'd caught whatever he had too; after all, they'd been in close proximity for hours on end, nursing him to the best of their abilities. So they really had no qualms giving in to his request. If it brought the hollowed husk of the man in front of them piece of mind, they'd gladly do it.

"Alright," they softly smiled down at him, "How can I say no to you?"

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animeuserboxes · 3 years

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#show by rock #sbr #sb69 #cyan kin #show by rock kin #sb69 kin #sbr cyan #sb69 cyan #sb69 chuchu #kin userbox #kin userboxes #anime userboxes #anime userbox #userbox #userboxes #chuchu

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