#bellamy my beloved

[killedbythegroove]

Luxembourg | July 15, 2015

via muse_historical_society on instagram

[idontknowreallywhy]

Same song, so many performances. Every one a cracker.

And this is such a clever edit. Jaw drop and standing ovation from me.

Mostly sharing it because this song on loop is going to fuel me through a long one today…

Also I love the particular live audio recording they used (Wembley) because a little bit more of the beloved-feral-guitar-pixie’s Devon accent sneaks out than it does on studio recordings and you get more of a sense of the amount of ENERGY that goes into it.

(Also I was at that one. And I think at least two of the other gigs featured in the edit. Theoretically I will be responsible for a pixel or two in at least one of the crowd shots and that makes me smile)

[supersymmetries]

[arkofblake]

that is all

[izloveshorses]

the bellamy + abby dynamic stans riseeeeeeeee

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 29: Bellarke, A Good Thunderstorm

Bellarke + Greek Gods + Thunderstorms

In the same universe as my fic Beloved, Feared, Misunderstood, and inspired by this post.

~1300 words

Warning for semi-explicit sex

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Two oaken doors, ornately carved with visions of past victories and glories, bar the way to the bedroom of the Blake penthouse suite. They seem a relic of the past, now, as the rest of the apartment has come to be decorated in silver and steel: the impenetrable gate to a sphere so private that not even all of the gods have been invited in.

The rest of the penthouse is quiet in the evening. Through the windows, the last dusky sunlight of a long summer day filters in, casts shadows across the carpet, and turns the outlines of the furniture soft and gray. All of the lights are off. None of the surfaces gleam, no footsteps sound, no movement disrupts the stillness.

On the other side of the door, Clarke stands at the window and stares out across the city as it fades into shadow, too. The windows stretch floor to ceiling, and the heavy velvet curtains that sometimes cover them have been swept aside, leaving bare and on display the entirety of their domain. Bellamy almost never keeps the curtains closed. He loves the view, and never more than now: the contrast of the skyscrapers and orderly, gray city blocks and pinpoints of electric lights, beneath the vastness of the sky, to Clarke herself. She towers above them, delicate and strong and still, like a sentry or a guardian commanding all that she can see.

He knows she's aware of his eyes on her. He sees it in the set of her shoulders, the tilt of her head, and in her stillness and silence.

He's splayed across his bed, a perfect wreck of one-thousand-thread-count sheets and tangled blankets and pillows falling in excess onto the floor. On the bedside table, one of the empty wineglasses has tipped onto its side, dripping bits of blood-red wine onto the carpet. Like the door, the bed is wooden, stately, and large, and the headboard is carved with a vision of storm clouds and lightning. He replaced it briefly with a steel framed thing but it just wasn't the same. He needs something sturdy, reliable, and old.

From the silver tray on the mattress next to him, he picks up a bunch of grapes and holds them out to himself, pulling one grape at a time into his mouth with his tongue. The movement is idle. His eyes never leave Clarke's body.

Watching her standing naked in front of the window, with her hair down and flowing in blonde waves over her shoulders, and every curve of her and the pattern of shine and shadow on her skin from the half-dimmed lights and the candles scattered about the room—all on display, he feels something of the awe that mortals feel before the gods. She is the only one who has ever earned his worship. From the city streets below, she must appear as a frightfully beautiful image, only the glowing outline of her visible, like the statues that have been carved of her but more perfect than any mere marble could be. They can see the distant hint of her, the possibility of her. He could have all of her. He could roll across the bed right now and grab her for his own.

Across the late-evening sky, dark storm clouds are gathering, thick and heavy and gray. He sees the exact moment when Clarke first notices them, coming together at the horizon over the sea. She glances over her shoulder at him. A tiny, sly smile at the corner of her lips.

The skies darken. The last of sunset is blurred out and overcome. A jagged flash of lightning, bright and silent, rends through the clouds.

Clarke appears glorious, turning toward him, outlined by the brilliant light of it.

She bounds across the room, bare feet silent on the plush purple carpet, jumps onto the bed and sends the silver plate clattering dully to the floor. A few grapes roll across the sheets. He tries to sit up to grab onto her, to hold her, but she climbs on top of him first, and pins his wrists above his head, and he growls as if in warning but does not fight her off.

A loud boom of thunder sounds, shaking the sky, and then smaller sounds of it as if the heavens were unfolding. Then she leans down to kiss him, and as her back arches and her lips press against his, the storm clouds open all at once and a ferocious downpour unleashes itself upon the city.

The lights go out, but the candles stay on. The view outside the window is nothing but sheets of water slashing across pitch-blackness, sliding droplets against the glass.

He presses his hips up against hers, and she lets go of his hands and slides her palms down along his palms, his arms. Nails against the delicate skin over his pulse points. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pushing it free of her face.

Oh, it's been so long since he's seen her stand at the fore of armies, battle-scarred, uncompromising, brave. He'd upset worlds to see her wield her weaponry again. Yet only a week ago, days ago, he let her take him to the crafts festival and they walked hand in hand and let the mortals see them, and he watched her demonstrate, with nimble fingers, the proper art of weaving—and she was beautiful then, too. Controlled, precise, confident in her skill.

He takes her fingers into his mouth and sucks on them, because he would consume her, gorge on her.

Lightning and thunder follow close upon each other now, and the drumming of the rain becomes a scattering of white noise, a blur of sound all around them. Flashes of white light glinting on her skin. The violent rumbling rending of the clouds. The revolt of the sky.

They grab onto each other roughly, treat each other roughly, the strength of the gods matched against the resiliency of the gods—they can throw each other around and it means nothing. The mattress bounces beneath her weight as he tosses her back against the pillows. She pulls him on top of her, wrenches his neck as she demands another biting, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Opens her legs wide to him so that he can settle between them, where he needs to be, where he fits, and the rain comes down harder, amid howls of wind, and droplets scattered and thrown against the wall of glass, as she pulls at his hair, and he pulls at her lip with his teeth.

He sinks into her and she gasps into his mouth, and above them a series of lightning flashes illuminate the whole sky, patterns of dazzling, vivid white glowing through and among the clouds.

Some distant part of him wonders if they can be seen, if only for a few seconds, revealed in that momentary blaze of light: two bodies tangled and fitted together, desperate and needing and aching for each other.

Each drunk on the power of the other.

Clarke's nails claw down his back. He's riding the rhythm of her. The storm will swell the ocean and the ocean will overwhelm the docks and climb up over the shore and threaten the city. The rain will soak the earth and turn it all to mud, will gurgle in the storm drains, will wash out the streets. The thunder is so loud he can feel it in his chest. It's coming from his chest. Clarke's legs are wrapped around him, his arms around her, his face hidden in the hollow between her shoulder and her neck.

He's surrounded by her, utterly, subsumed in her completely, and he's never known a form that feels as hard and knows such sensation as this, or a body that fits with his as perfectly as hers, or a voice he'd rather hear whispering his name with desperation in his ear.

He is overtaken. He’s in love.

Around and above, over all of Arcadia, the brilliant and terrifying storm rages on.

[artsykerfufflespam]

Had to draw this silly idea! Ty @tiltedtilde for sparking my inspiration!

[clonesupport]

while in the middle of my absence from society i drop this avi for you before returning to the black hole i came from

he’s just a big boy, what can he say? it’s hard work being a 6’5” man😌🥴

[katmichail13]

Not enough tags for this because where do I stop

Do you ever miss a character from a show but not like in the way that you want to rewatch the whole show because theres so much stuff going on and thats not what youre looking for but you miss your boy

[sycopomp]

📖 for chausie?

Wobbling his hand, Chausie shrugged. "I'll read if it sounds interesting or was recommended, or I'll grab something random off the shelf to relax. Don't usually finish those though..."

Bellamy simply watched Chausie answer with a look of pain on his face.

[littledrummerangie]

whenever Bellamy and Clarke are on screen together, I just go:

🫶❤️ Mom and Dad ❤️🫶

[arkofblake]

me all of a sudden at 11:56 AM

[killedbythegroove]

rue are you happy now. are you happy.

Matt Bellamy + deep cuts (aka his nemesis)

[izloveshorses]

bellamy with a sword RETURNS!!!!! okay episode redeemed

[jackiequick]

Ben Carter ~ Rebel Just For Kicks | Marvel Studios OC

Full Name: Bennett Sawyer Carter

Nicknames: Ben, Benni, Benji, Sawyer, Scout, Ace

Alias: Oliver Halloway, Jackson Harper, Dean Nolan, James Shepherd, Bellamy Wheeler, Jonathan Hunter, Leon Lance etc

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Date Of Birth: October 16th, 1984

Place Of Birth: New York City

Place Of Residency: Washington, DC

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Family: AGENT 13, Sharon [CLASSIFIED] — Sister

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“I wanted to be teacher but my father didn’t allow it. So now I live in the shadow of my older sister, but I do this job to protect her.”

“Did you really just challenge me to burger eating contest?”

“Yippee ki yay, mother-oops, sorry, there’s children present..”

“Man, I need a break. Who wants pie?”

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Personality: 

He is delightful blend of charm and goofiness, often bringing humor to even the most serious situations. His clumsy nature leads to lighthearted moments, endearing him to those around him. 

Beneath his playful exterior lies a fiercely loyal protector; Ben would selflessly throw himself into harm's way to shield his loved ones, demonstrating an unwavering commitment to their safety. 

With a quick wit and a knack for sarcasm, he deftly navigates tense scenarios, using humor to defuse potential conflicts. Friendly and charismatic, he easily connects with others, making him a beloved figure among friends and allies alike.

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Background 📖

Growing up in a family where his sister, Sharon (AGENT 13), was clearly the high achiever, Bennett always felt the pressure to live up to his family’s expectations. 

His dream of becoming a teacher was dismissed by his father, who pushed him toward a path of espionage or government work like his sister. While Sharon excelled, Bennett found solace in humor and developing a carefree persona to cope with the pressure.

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“I don’t want to be like Sharon or you or even aunt Peg, dad! I want to teach and travel, not go around getting myself into trouble.” Ben replied.

“Son, you will be a fine young agent just like me. Being a teacher is too small of a career and you won’t be paid much.” Michael, his father, add in a stern tone. “You’re a Carter, act like it.”

“But I am not fit for that kinda job…”

“You say that now, but you will be.”

“Dad...”

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While Ben respected his father and admired Sharon’s achievements, he couldn’t help but feel torn. More than anyone in his family, Aunt Peggy Carter had always fascinated him. She was a legend in her own right, a brilliant strategist, co-founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., and a woman who had helped shape the modern intelligence world. Yet, despite her immense legacy, Ben wondered if Aunt Peggy might have understood his desire to take a different path.

Sometimes, when the pressure became too much, Ben found himself wondering, What would Aunt Peg say if she were here?

Deep down, he believed she would have told him to follow his own path, to be his own person. Unlike his father, Peggy might have recognized that having goals—big or small—was important. But Ben never had the chance to ask her. And that uncertainty gnawed at him.

Would Peggy have supported his choices? Or would she have dismissed his dreams like his father had?

This question haunted Ben, even as he tried to balance his own desires with his family’s expectations. He longed for a mentor who would understand him, someone who wouldn’t see his dreams as "too small."

Though he eventually followed the path set out for him, Ben’s inner struggle never fully disappeared. He carried the question of Peggy’s approval with him, both as a source of strength and as a reminder of what he had given up.

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—Relationship with Sharon Carter 🛠️

Growing up, Sharon and Bennett shared a close bond. As the older sibling, Sharon was protective of her little brother, often looking out for him when their father’s strict expectations weighed heavily on him. In their early years, they had a lot of fun together—playing games, pulling pranks, and exploring the streets of New York. Sharon was always the more confident and adventurous one, while Ben was more cautious, happy to follow her lead.

But as they got older, the gap between them began to widen. Sharon embraced the world of espionage with determination, diving headfirst into training and missions. She became the perfect soldier in their father’s eyes, the embodiment of the Carter legacy. 

Ben, on the other hand, grew unsure of himself. He admired Sharon’s strength and skill but resented the fact that her success only made him feel more inadequate. Often feeling torn between his personal dreams and the family legacy.

Despite their differences and the tension that arose from their father’s expectations, Ben and Sharon deeply cared for each other. Sharon was fiercely protective of Ben, even if she didn’t always understand his reluctance to embrace their family’s legacy. Ben, in turn, admired Sharon’s strength and independence, even if he resented the comparisons made between them.

As Ben began to settle into his own role in intelligence work—whether by choice or circumstance—Sharon continued to watch out for him. He didn’t want to live in Sharon’s shadow, but he also didn’t want her to get hurt. Part of his decision to follow the family path came from his desire to protect Sharon—to make sure she never faced the dangers of their work alone.

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"I do this job for a lot of reasons," Ben once confided in a rare moment of vulnerability. "But mostly? I do it to protect you."

Sharon, uncharacteristically quiet, nodded. "I don’t need protecting, Ben."

"I know," he replied, looking down shaking his head and then looked straight at her. "But I’m still going to try."

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They weren’t as close as they had been in their childhood, but they had come to respect each other’s choices. 

Sharon continued to work in her career, while Ben had found his own way, even if it wasn’t the life he originally wanted.

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| CARTER — S.H.I.E.L.D. Associate | ⚖️ |

While Bennett initially resisted the idea of following in his family’s footsteps, particularly those of his father and sister, he eventually found a place within S.H.I.E.L.D., albeit on his own terms. He didn’t strive to be a leader or a figurehead, but he knew that protecting those he cared about—and finding his own way to make a difference—was important.

Reluctant Start, Natural Talent

After years of pushing back against his father’s expectations, Bennett’s path eventually led him to S.H.I.E.L.D. He realized that, whether he liked it or not, his family’s legacy wasn’t something he could easily escape. Yet, when he decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D., it wasn’t out of a desire to live up to the Carter name exactly—it was about finding his own purpose. He just wanted to make his mark in a way that felt authentic to him.

Though Ben had always been reluctant to pursue espionage, he discovered he had a natural talent for certain aspects of the job. He wasn’t the best strategist or mastermind like other agents, but he excelled in the physical and tactical elements of the work.

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"Watch it, Carter. You're like a kid in a candy store," Maria Hill remarked dryly, watching as Ben eagerly examined the array of weaponry laid out in the SHIELD armory.

Ben scoffed, flashing a grin. "Hill, lighten up. It's a wall full of guns, knives, and other weaponry! Look at this," he said, picking up a sleek new handgun and examining it with gleaming eyes. "And ooh, is that a new set of bows and arrows? Bet Clint would love this!"

Hill shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the faint smirk on her face. Ben's enthusiasm, though sometimes overwhelming, was infectious.

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~ Role within S.H.I.E.L.D. ⚙️

Active S.H.I.E.L.D. Associate: Bennett works as a simple, yet kind field agent, engaging in various missions and tasks for the organization.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Skilled in close-quarters combat, always eager to improve and test his fighting abilities.

Weaponry Enthusiast: Excited by weapons, particularly guns, rifles, knives, and advanced tech. He enjoys trying out new gear.

Scouting Missions: Loves scouting and reconnaissance missions, especially because they let him travel and explore new places.

Undercover & Surveillance: Although reluctant at first, he secretly enjoys undercover work and surveillance, finding it both challenging and exciting.

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—Strengths & Weaknesses 🖥️

Strengths

1. Charisma and Charm

2. Loyalty and Protectiveness

3. Wit and Humor

4. Adaptability

5. Combat Skills

6. Empathy and Understanding

Weakness

1. Self-Doubt

2. Emotional Burden

3. Reluctance to Embrace Leadership

4. Tendency to Avoid Conflict

5. Clumsiness

6. Difficulty Accepting Help

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Fun Facts & Quirks! 🧲

- Foodie at Heart -> This man loves burgers, pies, ice cream, donuts and etc. Depending on where he is, Ben will find some sort of food to eat.

“Did you seriously go and buy milkshake?” His teammate asked.

He shrugged and pointed, “What? You were takin’ too long. I got hungry.”

- Clumsy Charmer -> He is notoriously clumsy at times, often stumbling on his own feet or bumping into something by accident.

“Who put a damn step there? That wasn’t there before!” He shouted almost tripping over but caught himself quickly.

- Tv & Film Fan -> He is often found quoting a line from his favorites or referencing a form of media. However he doesn’t always like to repeat the same thing, more than twice.

“No more Punzel! If I have to hear Zachary Levi’s voice one more time, I’m done.” He shouts during moving night.

His friend gasps, “How dare you? Flynn Rider is wonderful!”

- Dreamer -> Despite having to cut out being a teacher in his life, he always wondered what he might’ve showned those young minds.

“I could’ve been a History teacher or English..? Not math, I suck at that subject! Hell, I might quit this job and find out..”

- He talks to favorite things -> He will talk to his car, his guns and jacket. You already know if Ben had a pet he will be chatting with that animal too.

He grins seeing his favorite handheld gun and picked it up, “Hello sweetheart, gods, I missed you.”

Other things include: Ben is a music lover, mildly superstitious, enjoys collecting items, fear of heights etc.

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Additional information | 📬 |

-> Favorite Hero

Bennett will never admit it but he enjoys the heroes he seems on the streets and in his line of world.

You would think because his aunt Peggy association to Captain America, automatically that’s his favorite. He admires and respects Steve Rogers greatly, hell he hopes to have enough goodness in his heart to be like him, but not his favorite.

He actually secretly admires Spider-Man for his wit, willingness to help out, relatability and kindness towards others. He only seen the hero from afar but he can tell why people online like him.

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-> Dating Life

When it comes to dating, Bennett tends to casual date. Nothing serious. He enjoys meeting new people and exploring connections without the pressure of committing or wanting to make they both hit it off well.

He has had serval crushes over the years, nothing notably strong or anything. However he once had a significant crush on a fellow agent, but he never acted on it, fearing it could mess up their professional relationship. He didn’t to push anything.

His flirting style is light-hearted and humorous. He tends to use playful chill banter and finding whatever he can as a simple ice-breaker. His charm is evident in his ability to make others smile, and he often employs self-deprecating humor to put his crushes at ease.

Currently, Bennett is single and he doesn’t mind it actually. Honestly, he thinks no one can compete with his notorious lack of skills and put up with him half the time to his bad jokes. But hey? We might be wrong and there is a certain someone out there for him.

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~ Hobbies and Interests |🛋️| ~

Cooking: Bennett enjoys experimenting in the kitchen. He loves trying out new recipes, especially when it comes to making burgers and desserts. His friends often joke that he should open a food truck.

- “Who needs a Michelin star when you can make the perfect burger at home?”

Movie Buff & TV Binge-Watcher: Bennett has a soft spot for action flicks, buddy cop movies, and classic comedies. He often spends his free time rewatching old favorites or discovering new series to binge.

Collecting Vintage Memorabilia: Bennett enjoys collecting vintage movie posters, old records, and retro tech. His apartment is littered with relics of the past, from vinyl records to an old-fashioned radio. He particularly loves hunting for rare finds at flea markets and antique shops.

- “You can laugh at my vinyl collection all you want, but there's nothing like listening to the Life Is A Highway on the original record.”

Tinkering with Cars: Bennett inherited a love of cars from his father. He spends weekends tinkering with his car, working on engine repairs, or upgrading parts. He’s not a full-blown gearhead, but he enjoys spending time in his garage fixing up his old, reliable ride.

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-> Fears and Insecurities |🪤| <-

Fear of Failure: Bennett often worries about not living up to his family legacy or his own potential. This fear sometimes holds him back from pursuing more serious relationships or challenges.

- “What if I’m just not cut out for this? What if I let everyone down?”

Insecurity About His Role & Fitting In: Sometimes he can feel like he’s qualified to be an agent, and to overcompensate that with humor.

- “I mean, I’m just a guy who likes burgers and makes a lot of bad jokes… how did I end up here?”

Fear of Not Finding His Own Path: Bennett has always wanted to follow his own dream of being a teacher or traveling, but the weight of family expectations and his current career pulls him in another direction. He’s afraid that he’ll never get the chance to live the life he truly wants, and instead, be stuck in a role he didn’t choose for himself.

- "Maybe it’s too late to figure out what I want. Maybe this is just who I am now…"

Insecurity About His Intelligence: Though he’s smart and capable, Bennett sometimes feels overshadowed by more academically inclined people, like the tech geniuses or strategists he encounters in SHIELD. He’s more street-smart than book-smart, and while he’s skilled, he occasionally doubts whether he’s as sharp as others around him.

- "Sure, I can shoot straight, but can I crack codes and come up with genius plans? Not so much. Maybe I’m just the muscle here."

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-> Signature Style

Bennett tends to dress in casual, comfortable clothing—jeans, graphic tees, sweaters, thick jackets and sneakers.

He has a penchant for customizing his gear and equipment, adding personal touches that reflect his personality, such as stickers or playful designs.

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-> Habits

Midnight Snacker: Bennett has a habit of raiding the fridge late at night, often resulting in humorous situations when caught.

- “Don’t judge me, if my stomach is craving a handful of cereal at 1 in the morning.” He mumbled as he eats the mouthful of Honey-Nut Cheerios.

Movie Marathoner: He loves binge-watching movie series and often tries to convince friends to join him, complete with snacks and drinks. Sometimes he is found watching classic footage he got stored away somewhere while sipping a nice cup of coffee. Such as old race car footage.

Non-Stop Talker: Ben has a real habit of making one handed comments, give a witty compliment or over speaking in a conversation, especially when it’s not needed. Sometimes he can’t help it but spit out a few sentences and split out of the room just as quickly. Or if he gets nervous, he might ramble until someone shuts him up.

Short-Term Memory: He will never admit it but Ben has a tendency to forget things easily or get distracted, which results in issues for himself and others. People need to often repeat what they said a few times or Ben has to write it down somewhere to make sure he did it. He wonders if it’s on-set early Alzheimer like his aunt Peggy has but tries not to think about it too much. 

- “Can you repeat that? I only got caught half of what you said…” He replied looking up at you with a soft smile.

Vintage Fashion Enthusiast: One thing he will never admit nor you will ever except is for Ben to find fashion a causal factor in his life. He has a habit of wearing or finding timeless pieces whenever he went. Either a classic leather jacket, wrist watches, a necklace and or thick sweaters for colder temperatures. They’re simple items but a small part of him gets excited to wear them.

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Hope you like him! I might consider to continue his story soon hehe 😉

Let me know what you think

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[sweetpayaso]

RAHHHH! First detailed reference of my cast of the Creeps, or in my case, the “Misfits”, Cade Bellamy Grossman ( or, as you all know, Cake Topper the clown! )

I’m going to be doing one of these for each of the main characters; of course, since he is my beloved, Jack is up next! 🖤