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katiekatdragon27 · 5 months

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Guuuyyyyyyys? Can we all just agree that this is canon noowwwwwww?

These two have been eating at my brain all night it’s chronic.

Like?? AUGHHHHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I-

Every fandom I'm in has that one straight-passing ship that I make my personality for a couple weeks lol. This is that straight-passing ship for Rayman lol.

A buncha ideas and progress below cut:

Teensy Ray Thoughts:

Teensy Ray (who's name is probably Raymond I haven't decided yet) is the kind and soft-spoken leader of the Rayman Fan-Club. He is the go-to person for all things Rayman, and has basically turned his house into a makeshift shrine museum for the guy.

He DIYed his entire cosplay of Rayman. He cut up his cloak and altered it to look more like a "hoodie", even wrapping his arms with bandages to represent Rayman's "limbless-ness." The thing he struggled with most was the hair.

Speaking of the hair, the "implant" that Polokus talks about in Origins was actually a little bird creature he found one day. Its tail feathers stick up like Rayman's two hair strands and can whirl around in a haircopter style.

The creature is also a kind-of wing man for TR. It can read how he feels and will move its tail accordingly.

The reason why TR started the Rayman Fan-Club and dresses as him a ton was because way back in the day, he was directly saved by Rayman (like Rayman hauled his ass out of danger manually kinda saving). He feels like the club is the least he could do to repay his hero

Also he and Ray are pen-pals lol (but Rayman takes decades to respond)

Teensy Ray is a hopeless romantic. Any sort of romantic gesture, no matter how small, sweeps him off his feet.

He was originally Teensy Queen's "safe date." He was down for it, both because she was incredibly pretty and because she let him go on super long rambles about Rayman.

When she eventually fell for him, he fell for her almost instantly, and things have been going smoothly ever since lol.

The "How Did You Bag A Baddie?" audio.

Teensy Queen Thoughts:

Queen Teensy (honestly might name her Quincy lol) is the bad bitch teensy of the Glade. She has the heart of an adventurer, constantly running away from the boring royal duties to practice her magic and fighting skills.

She will run off, kick ass by halting a nightmare invasion of some rural town, then return just in time for her royal duties.

She loves fighting almost as much as she loves Rayman lol.

Queen had a mega crush on Rayman and was desperate to get with him. However, Rayman (the aroace king he is) took no interest in her whatsoever.

She decided to settle for TR as a sort of "substitute" for Rayman at first. She was constantly heckled by her family for never giving any man a chance, so she retaliated by grabbing the teensy who looked the most like Rayman and basically fake-dating him.

After a couple months or so of just being safe-date buddies, she started to gain actual feelings for TR, to which he reciprocated. She was in a lot of denial about it though for a while.

She be like "I don't date dorks!" then ends up with this mf.

Teensy Queen is Grand Romantic Gestures in teensy form. She will go out of her way to create large displays for the people she loves and cares about.

The "EXCUSE ME, HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES." kinda person.

That's all I have rn. Expect more art of these guys cuz they're gonna be so everything to me for like two months lol.

Thanks for indulging in my delusion lol. Have a lovely day :)

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baeshijima · 4 months

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— as we are

some may call him overbearing. you, on the other hand, find he is anything but that.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 848 wc, fluff, mayhaps a teensy bit of angst if you squint hard enough, established relationship, pre-penacony storyline

A/N : in a "match your freak" competition but my opponent is reader. (sits on the shore and stares out into the sea waiting for his drip marketing and light cone reveal so i can change the post layout to have his lc…)

There is a tender gentleness in the way Sunday loves.

It shows in the way he has a habit of putting others before himself, inadvertently causing him to neglect himself at the worst of times. It shows in the meticulous care he devotes to his sister, having even the most minute details embedded within the crevices of his mind. It shows in the moments where he nags at you for not taking better care of yourself, to which you find yourself subject to a less than impressed stare when you make a rebuttal of his hypocrisy.

Well, you find that the latter can be more annoying than it is welcome (mostly due to the fact his nags tend to be unprovoked when your guard is down, sometimes resulting in him chasing after you in your feeble attempts to escape), but you can at least acknowledge it comes from a place of care. Begrudgingly so.

Regardless, it doesn’t take away from the reality that Sunday only goes so far because he simply wants the best for you. After all, who would willingly speed-walk after you while reciting the basic necessities humans need in order to be healthy and happy? Certainly not someone who doesn’t care!

A slight shift halts your thoughts. Glancing down towards your lap, an involuntary smile tugs the corners of your lips at the sight of Sunday dozing away peacefully. You lift a hand to card it through his hair, mindful of the studs perched along his wings — as well as the wings itself — in case you accidentally awaken him due to its sensitivity.

(While it would be rather amusing to see him awaken in a fluster, you’re not mentally prepared enough for another one of his scoldings. Well, you suppose you also don’t want to interrupt his rare moment of rest as well.)

Light seeps in through the slight opening of the curtains. Translucent rays cast him amid a golden radiance, its gaze settling along the curve of his cheeks, brushing through his hair, and counting each strand of his lashes in a dim glow. Had you not known any better, you would have thought of him to be divinity itself.

With your fingers contentedly caressing through soft grey hair, a stifling warmth soon creeps up on you. The light which once cast a precious glow on your lover mere seconds ago now leaves an uncomfortable warmth searing into the back of your hand. It is a little unbearable, but nothing you cannot handle if it means preserving this peaceful moment a little while longer.

Well, until Sunday squints from the sunlight making contact with his closed eyelids with a small grimace, resulting in him attempting to block it out by the protection of your stomach, that is.

A brief sigh escapes you. Reaching behind you as best as you could without stirring the slumbering man on your lap awake, you clutch the velvet curtains in your free hand. With a careful pull towards you, the main source is blocked out. Remnants of the uncomfortable heat lingers on your skin, but you find yourself unbothered as you take in the subtle, sleepy smile now etched into his relaxed features.

Honestly, you’re surprised he allowed himself a respite such as this. You are more than accustomed to his vehement refusals, with him often insisting he has no need nor the time for even a moment’s rest when there is much to be done. It’s an obsession, almost, the way in which he hyper-focuses on even the most trivial of details. Not a single thing can be out of place; not a single thing can be anything less than perfection itself.

Sunday, in spite of his flawed methods and, in your humble opinion, horridly stubborn demeanour, is someone whom you hold in high regard. Behind his stern and almost rigid-like composure belies a selfless man who wishes for nothing more than the happiness and freedom of others. Behind a calm gaze akin to that of an omniscient being is a man who brushes off any and all concerns for his well-being, a tight-lipped smile and light tone doing little to distract you from the brief clench of his fists and subtle pause which stretches on a little too long to be considered a breather.

Again, in your honest and most humble opinion, he is wretchedly stubborn — that, or he simply doesn’t know how to rely on and confide in others, despite the many times he himself has been confided in.

You take him in once more, seizing this rare moment in which you can see him as he is wholeheartedly without all the layers and walls and barriers he meticulously has built up around him.

Should a time in which he is ready to relinquish the burdens he carries amidst his quiet solitude come, you will embrace all that he is with welcoming arms; even if it wholly consumes you.

There is a tender gentleness in the way Sunday loves. Some may find his care to be overbearing, but you find that it is not overbearing enough.

if you enjoyed this, then reblogs with/or comments are greatly appreciated !! <33

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raygirlramblings · 11 months

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I just realised something about Laserhawk Rayman which I've been saying about Rayman for DECADES.

So what is Rayman's defining goal which powers him throughout all his games? It's gonna sound corny, but it's FRIENDSHIP.

And you'll say 'oh that's not uncommon, most videogame protags do stuff for the sake of their friends', but it's kinda more than that.

Rayman LIVES AND BREATHES through the love and support of his friends.

Rayman is a strange little freak guy, one of a kind even amongst his own species*, and instead of being shunned and alone he is held up and supported by his friends and propelled forward by the power of friendship. This is more of a driving force in his life than a romantic interest, a prized possession, or any kind of praise.

(*I still use the logic of Rayman 1 that other limbless beings like Rayman exist but were not created by magic. Hence why Rayman has immortality)

On the surface you have his friendship with Globox as a clear example of his devotion. Despite their differences the two are like brothers and bond through various games in different ways. saving and being saved by Globox is a big part of Rayman 2. Curing Globox of Andre is literally the driving force of Rayman 3.

When Rayman is trapped by the pirates at the start of Rayman 2 he is absolutely distraught, powerless and unable to escape on his own. Without Globox risking his life on the vague chance he'd get put in a cell near Rayman to give him a silver lum, Rayman might never have escaped the Buccaneer. Rayman's friendship with Globox trumped Globox's absolute fear of the pirates.

Rayman's friends are always the ones giving him support and gifts and powers to help him save the day, not in a 'you suck lets hold your hand as you go through the game' way but in a 'we have absolute faith in you, friend, anything we can do to help we will!' way. And in turn Rayman returns that love through his actions and compassion. Rayman is who he is because of the love and acceptance of his friends. Hence why he is always seen relaxing with them, chilling with Globox and Barbara and Murfy and the Teensies.

And it's Rayman's willingness to befriend others and turn the other cheek that betters him overall. Mosquito, Inspector Grub, the Rabbids, they have all been part of his journey despite being antagonistic to him at the start.

When Rayman is separated from his friends, or unable to make new friendships, he kinda falls apart and struggles by himself. He gets lonely, realises how small he is in the world. If he doesn't have a focus to find his friends and help them he is lost.

Which makes perfect sense when you see a version of him in Laserhawk.

Rayman is the most popular mascot in Eden but HE DOESN'T HAVE FRIENDS.

The closest connection he has is to the Counsel who run Eden and even they keep him at arm's length from what we see in the show. They are not his friends, they are his abusive, neglectful bosses that dropped him the minute he stepped out of line, and without them Rayman has NO ONE ELSE in the city he can rely on.

No wonder he's a complete mess even before the show starts. He has no one to confide his fears in, no one who understands his unique perspective. He probably has yes-men and people willing to lie about how great he is, not to mention adoring viewers and a whole fanclub of kids, but even Rayman knows that's fake. They are not his real friends. He's the picture of the lonely celebrity in an ivory tower.

You can see it in Rayman's face when he meets Bullfrog, and Bullfrog VALIDATES his feelings of betrayal and anger against Red and the Counsel. Finally he has someone showing him genuine compassion but also not mollycoddling him. Someone who is honest with him and not freaked out by/judgemental of how he looks. He's scared and angry, but there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel before him.

This and being replaced by Eden is the breaking point that causes Ray to become Ramon and fight back. He now has an end goal, take revenge on the Counsel and save Bullfrog from the electric chair. He has multiple reasons for doing this ranging from his belief in protecting hybrids in general to protecting his image to taking away some of Eden's power at gunpoint...but I also like to think he did it because he put his faith in Bullfrog.

Because as well as being one of the only people in Eden who might have an idea of what's going on behind the veil, he's probably the only person Rayman could consider a friend.

#captain laserhawk #Rayman #Ramon #raygirl's ramblings

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uriwoos2 · 2 months

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my feelings, forever. 𓂃⊹ (psh)

*·˚ . ✶ pairing: bf!sungho x gn!reader. genre: fluff, a teensy bit of hurt/comfort if u squint. overview: a date with your lovely bf turns into an aching heart (or two), as you try and accept each other's love for what it is. word count: 2.2k warnings: mentions of being obsessed with another person (light hearted, in a non-toxic way) idk if this counts as suggestive, but there's kissing! ♡ note: haha.. idk what came over me.. this was originally a very fluffy soft date scenario in my head but then it just happened.. sooo give it a read if you'd like, sorry if it's weird. nevertheless, hope you enjoy! big thanks to vivi for beta reading! I appreciate it sm!! <3 like & reblog if you enjoy reading >< — with love, cream <3 . . . @onedoornet

♪₊˚song: lily of the valley – daniel.

warmth,

it's what you feel on your face as the afternoon sun lays it's rays upon your cheeks, ever so softly. you feel smothered by it, rather than irritated, its beams not so overbearing today. or maybe it's your mood that's different..

warmth, it's what you hold in your hand, in the form of an arm, belonging to your dearest person. as you lay there, head resting in his lap, hugging it close to your chest. the arm holds you with care, his touch firm, but ever so gentle.

warmth, it's what falls into your field of vision as you lazily crack your eyes open, meeting his. beyond him, the great star glowing as bright as it felt on your skin. your boyfriend's gaze is directed at you, not any less fascinating, so love-filled, that you have no trouble reading his mind, no need for words to be uttered.

warmth, it's what you decipher in the smile sungho gives you, his lips moving to shape words that float to you like little notes sung by the purest angels. you find yourself thinking that you could listen to him forever.

he asks you, what are you thinking about, and you can't help but let your stare linger on his face, instead of responding. the way his long eyelashes flutter when he blinks, the swiftness with which his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and his cheeks.. painted a lovely cherry tone, courtesy of the summer heat. oh how wonderful he is.

warmth, it's what you feel spreading throughout your body, as he giggles softly, covering his face with the hand that's not holding yours. blush spreads to the bridge of his slender nose, as you go to get a feel of his heated skin, thumb brushing the reddened cheeks as delicately as he, himself is.

I can't function well when you stare at me like that, he admits shyly. but your affection for him just grows at that, eliciting a giddy chuckle of your own.

warmth, it's what the cool breeze brings along with it, as it flows through your lover's hair, caressing it with utmost care. you feel it brush against the bare skin of your legs, soothing and refreshing, as it tends to be in the season of the sun.

you sit up. there's an undeniable urge, a pull in your body that wants, no– needs to cradle sungho in your arms.

you used to feel quite shy about such honest displays of affection, feeling so vulnerable and embarrassed to act on these intense emotions.. but now, all the last bit of doubt is discarded in the dark depths of your mind, since your boyfriend confessed to adoring it, when you're sincere, when you're bold. so you grab his sides to satisfy the longing of your aching heart to get close to his.

warmth, it's what inevitably pulses through your bloodstream, when your lover wraps his strong, gentle arms around you. his face immediately hidden in the safety of the crook of your neck. ...he's shy.

your heart swells with the deep adoration for the person in your hold, as you're able feel his bashful smile through where it rests against your skin. your own heart detects the shift in the speed of his heartbeat, gradually slowing as he relaxes into you. my gentle boy. your arms tighten around his middle, the need to protect him so utterly strong. you're not sure from what, exactly, but you know you'd rather go blind than see your baby hurt. you press an appreciative little peck on his shoulder, as pure love swells in your chest. so soft, my darling.

warmth, it's what causes you to reluctantly part from one another eventually, the heat of your bodies adding to the already scorching temperature in the air, making it impossible to tolerate. but it remains, the warmth that is, in the form of your boyfriend's flushed cheeks. in the form of a permanent phenomenon in the crevices of your heart.

you smile at him, reaching out to tuck some hair strands out of his angelic face. his hand instantaneously finds yours in an impatient grip. you desperately want to believe he craves closeness, just as much as you do. even though he's very polite about it.. he's so nice. he's so good.

warmth, it's what you hope your gaze holds, as you let it travel across his features, the entirety of him, admiring his beauty. feeling a bit choked up with how lovely he is, how much he means to you.. your heart skips a beat.

the roaming gaze finally comes to a stop at his thoughtful eyes. he's already looking at you, the color of his irises brightened in the natural light of the sun. you lean in to touch your lips to sungho's waiting ones. his body seemingly having a gravitational field of its own, drawing you near and near, leaving you helpless under the inexplicable force.

but you're willing. more than that, it's your dream to never ever leave his side, finding solace and home in your love, the reason why his lips feel so natural on yours, as if in a heartfelt reunion after being separated for centuries.

his hand comes to feel your face, keep you on him. it's not as if you'd want to part with him anyway, but he makes sure.

warmth, it's what you feel swirling in the space between the two of you, as you finally retract your eager, swollen lips to take a breath. his forehead coming in contact with yours, eyelids dropping, as a content smile rests on his face.

you keep yours open, focusing on how he regains his normal breathing rhythm. his cheeks scarlet for a different reason now, but it doesn't matter. he's cute either way.

a giggle escapes you unknowingly, startling him, as he peeps at you through one of his eyes, gaze curious and playful. in times like these, you can swear you almost feel your heart being stepped on, ripped open and sewn back together. only now with an image of your dreamy lover etched inside. it hurts.

warmth, it's what you, once again, detect on the sides of his face through your fingertips. he shuts his eyes, feigning shyness now. he's simply adorable. my silly baby. you don't have any words to describe the gut wrenching emotions he makes you experience, no way to relay your passion and yearning in any way, but also not wanting to overwhelm him, scare him away.. your feelings are a bit too much, after all.. even for you. so you settle for a peck on the tip of his dainty nose, wishing on every star in the sky that he gets the message.

warmth, it's evident in the tug at the corners of his pretty mouth, he knows what I'm trying to do. he can tell, because in times like these your demeanor changes completely, eyes focused entirely on his face, almost as if you're attempting to seep through the shell of his body and take a closer look at his soul. almost as if he's the only tangible being left on earth, and in all existence. the only thing you can touch, feel, and see.

he always notices it when you get in this sort of headspace, staring at him with this.. look in your eyes. one that almost makes him feel like you want to devour him whole, break the barrier of his skin and sneak through his ribcage to live there with him. as if it's not enough to just hug his body, your arms aching to cradle his heart. and truthfully, you kinda want to. really, really dreadfully want to. the need makes you feel sick, and so incredibly lonely.

warmth, it's what he leaves on your cheek in the shape of a kiss, in an attempt to reassure you, that he's not scared of your feelings. even though he should be, you think to yourself. you don't ever want to make him uncomfortable, deeming his heart too fragile and precious, almost as if you share his pain, and as if you know all his troubles.. but then he takes you by the wrists, carefully placing your hands flat on his chest, right above his speedy heart. it's so fast.. so comforting.

warmth, is what drips from his words, when he tells you, he loves you. more than you could ever imagine... and you think he somehow really has access to all your thoughts. because, otherwise.. otherwise… how would he know the exact second, when your mind takes a harsh, ugly turn, urging horrible emotions to take over your head? how?..

but then he smiles, as he usually does, with all his love woven into the simple gesture, as he repeats his confession, I love you.

warmth, it's what he claims to receive through your actions, your words, and even, your thoughts. he tells you, he's grateful for your raw yearning for him, with an affection in his eyes that pools and threatens to overflow.

you duck your head, bumping his chest with it, unwilling to believe something so unthinkable, at least that's what you deem it to be. but you can't escape it, as the sincerity of his words flows through each single pulse of his heart, and you just can't dismiss it. never. it's yours too, after all.

warmth, it's what persists, even when you retract both your palms and forehead from where they're resting on his chest, breaking all contact. you don't know what to do with yourself, head hung low as you try to process it all, as you try to accept it all.

he loves me as much as I love him, and needs me just as much too.. he says this, but does he truly not feel a shred of repulsion over the sheer intensity of your twisted, almost obsessive longing for him?

warmth, it's in how carefully sungho holds your cheeks to bring your face into his field of vision, once more. his gaze unfaltering, full of fondness and understanding. his heart swells at the way that you're the one, who's actually so polite about your love, and your need for him. your hearts so alike, but it's inevitable, since they're connected, sharing an identical beat.

he glances toward the sky for a moment, sunshine flashing his eyes, too bright. the thought echoes in his mind as his gaze focuses back on you, too bright. sungho boops your nose with the tip of his finger, and giggles under his breath. he's repeating my gesture, you think. he understands you, and accepts your love. he reciprocates it too, unsurprisingly. he's more than willing to communicate it in a way you would grasp the full meaning of it, so he copies you.

your heart skips a beat and you can feel tears threatening to fall. but before they have a chance, he speaks to you in a whisper, calling you by the term of endearment so overused by now, that you'd feel sick of it, if you weren't absolutely head over heels for him, my light, I know.. I know it well, and I love you.

warmth, is what settles into your bones, feeling as if he's just snuck into your heart and wrapped his arms around it, beating you to it.

warmth, as his lips land on yours in a kiss so tender, almost as if to seal his confession, a proof of his honesty.

warmth, left behind by the tears in their trail as they slide down your face, landing on his cheek. you kiss him back softly, thanking him in each and every peck. thank you, thank you, thank you.

warmth, is what he feels, everytime he sets his eyes on you. most of the time even the simple thought of you brings a certain comfort to smother his mind, and when he closes his eyes he sees it.

your warmth, lighting up the void of his equally lonely heart, each and every corner of it.

maybe, he'll tell you all this someday, maybe, he'll be brave enough to admit how much of himself he actually shares with you.. someday. but the warm breath of his hitting your lips is enough now, it's more than. he kisses your tears away, insanely regretful to have made you cry.

warmth, in your eyes, as some of that innate light seeps out through them, making a beeline straight for his aching heart. he's mesmerised by it, the way it glimmers so visibly.

it's all warmth, when you lay your head back on sungho's soft lap, taking his arm into your hold, back to how you were, sniffling as you feel exhaustion overcome you.

except, your hearts beat in sync, more than ever now, sharing the same exact warmth.

it's all safe and quiet in this moment, there's just this whisp of comfort, floating through the air, as you drift off in the arms of your love.

sungho looks down to observe your peaceful face, but all he can see through his eyes, is a warm ball of glowing yellow in his arms.

there's a soft whisper of I love you, one more time. this time only the wind here to witness it, but he doesn't mind. not at all.

a gentle feeling overcomes his mind and takes shelter his heart. and yes, it's undeniably intense, but it is warm.

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rainbow-wolf120 · 2 months

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Dumping my RayEvils here because these guys are floating in my brain again

A lot of these are very self-indulgent I mean, very reasonable and totally make sense

Couple of facts / hcs below:

They were all created to oppose Rayman or someone else once in their life

All the RayEvil’s were built / ‘owned’ by a different Rayman villain throughout the franchise. Some overlay, yes, but mostly it’s diverse

Most of the times their creators would leave 'brands' on them to know who belongs to who

RayEvil’s aren’t entirely natural Thingamajigs. They were all artificially made for whatever their creator desired. These normally consist of a Blue Lum and whatever else they have (most commonly Dark Magic)

Now some individual facts about the characters!!

Raymesis:

Created by Mr. Dark, stolen by Ales Mansay at a young 'age'

Hates Mansay and wants to go back to being Mr. Dark's creation (Mansay claims that he created Raymesis)

Became an 'older brother' figure to Shadow after Mansay dumped the two in a room together

Super snappy, angry, and extremely petty. Thinks he's Rayman's true rival but Rayman couldn't give a shit

Created the Antis (Him, Glombrox, First King, and Selena) as a way to get back at Rayman

Shadow Ray:

Created by a Blue Lum and copious amounts of Dark Magic. This made them extremely unstable and (if they could feel it) in lots of pain

Ales Mansay's favorite creation. Thinks that they're the most 'sucessful'

Half-blind and only really cackles / giggles. Needs glasses to sorta see

Can't fully move. They need to 'mark' someone and follow their 'trail' to even go anywhere

Fascinated with art and film. Loves a good movie and is easily amused

Shadi (Bad Rayman)

Also created by Mr. Dark but left for dead in the Livid Dead after his defeat

Did not understand free will until she met Goth Teensy. He helped her find her own personality and being

Very disliked in the Livid Dead with the other Nightmares. She looked too much like Rayman for them

Can pick things up super easily by just watching

Still friends with Goth but became distant after he because the Livid Dead Door guard

RayX

Created by Razorbeard; he was left in the Glade after the Robo Pirates fled the Glade

Made to tire Rayman out and keep him occupied. Very much destined for sports and high-energy activities

Very competitive and will do anything to win. He will cheat, cry, and fight to get what he wants

Cannot handle loosing. He will throw a fit and get extremely violent

One of the only RayEvil's without a Blue Lum. He is pure machinery and alien technology

Showbiz

Mansay's first RayEvil. He created him, but he was sold to Rigatoni. Gave him a hatred for Mansay

Athletic, can breathe / control fire, and can detect his limbs. Everything Rigitoni wants in a star

He's very snobbish and under the impression he's more popular than Rayman (He also has never left the circus)

Even as a performer, still has his old programming. If he see Rayman or anything similar, he will get needlessly violent

Extremle 'one man show' and hates working with others

So yeah, these are my silly guys!! Feel free to ask me anything about them. I love them all dearly <3

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