Shawn!
@redysetjet.bsky.social
“Bravery is not the absence of fear, but the will to push forward in spite of it, as such he who throws himself into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.”
Written by Eli :)
Wonderful art done by my friend @/battybaker!
NSFW ACS DNI!
Written by Eli :)
Wonderful art done by my friend @/battybaker!
NSFW ACS DNI!
Poking her side.
“Hey what’s this made out of? Your suit.”
“Hey what’s this made out of? Your suit.”
November 22, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Poking her side.
“Hey what’s this made out of? Your suit.”
“Hey what’s this made out of? Your suit.”
It was spectacular and only two people were around to see it. What a shame.
Also, because he knew he’d able to see him as he passed.
He “😛✌️”
B-B-BOOOOOOOOOM. He’s gone.
Also, because he knew he’d able to see him as he passed.
He “😛✌️”
B-B-BOOOOOOOOOM. He’s gone.
November 11, 2025 at 8:35 AM
It was spectacular and only two people were around to see it. What a shame.
Also, because he knew he’d able to see him as he passed.
He “😛✌️”
B-B-BOOOOOOOOOM. He’s gone.
Also, because he knew he’d able to see him as he passed.
He “😛✌️”
B-B-BOOOOOOOOOM. He’s gone.
the city. These are his streets, he knows them well.
He’d make a point to keep his speed low until he intersected with his path, at which point…
It sounded like thunder. The Sonic Boom as he passed him was separated into three parts. The cone of air, the ring of raw kinetic energy and the sound.
He’d make a point to keep his speed low until he intersected with his path, at which point…
It sounded like thunder. The Sonic Boom as he passed him was separated into three parts. The cone of air, the ring of raw kinetic energy and the sound.
November 11, 2025 at 8:35 AM
the city. These are his streets, he knows them well.
He’d make a point to keep his speed low until he intersected with his path, at which point…
It sounded like thunder. The Sonic Boom as he passed him was separated into three parts. The cone of air, the ring of raw kinetic energy and the sound.
He’d make a point to keep his speed low until he intersected with his path, at which point…
It sounded like thunder. The Sonic Boom as he passed him was separated into three parts. The cone of air, the ring of raw kinetic energy and the sound.
through his jacket.
“But don’t mistake me for some sorta brat or milk toast, cut and dry recolor. I have my own story to tell and I just might. If you ask nicely.”
“But don’t mistake me for some sorta brat or milk toast, cut and dry recolor. I have my own story to tell and I just might. If you ask nicely.”
November 11, 2025 at 6:58 AM
through his jacket.
“But don’t mistake me for some sorta brat or milk toast, cut and dry recolor. I have my own story to tell and I just might. If you ask nicely.”
“But don’t mistake me for some sorta brat or milk toast, cut and dry recolor. I have my own story to tell and I just might. If you ask nicely.”