#bwaaaaaa.......

[starrysharks]

guilty redraw

original fig reference:

bonus:

[fob4ever]

his phonecase…….

[sugashook]

YOU KNOW WHEN LOGAN SAID "they'd be lucky to have you"...... THEY.........hmmm was wade like fuck no but....YOU can have me !!!!

they both threw away the shwarma like ..throwing away the organizations that failed them

[bearsprings]

new warriors minis are delightful dovewing i love your stupid face

[mhokino]

"We could start a band!"

"That's.. something to look forward to"

"I expect to have many audiences by then"

"With you guys?.. Yeah right"

[sugarpasteltmnt]

(I'm Alive but besties the things transpiring are bonkers beyond comprehension rn)

[grirnoires]

im gonna be your wound

[seas1mping]

Small comfort fic for my friend @sweetpayaso <3 love you big bro /p

Reena & Cade Bellamy Grossman | Cake Topper [PLATONIC], referenced Reena/LJ and Sweet Tooth CT/LJ

Umm I'm going to be using the boys from the previous one shot I wrote (Seth, Roman, and Randy) but they're only mentioned. Also Cake is in his normal human clothing, not the clown outfit!! :)

I wrote this watching fireworks for 4th of July I LOVE FIREWORKS RAAGGGHHHHH and then getting sick right after boowomp

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Cake Topper didn't really know how long he'd been out there. They know when they got out there, the sun was at least partway up still. But the sun was almost under the treeline now. The door to the balcony creaked open, and Cake turned around.

Ducking under the doorframe, she brought out a plate of food, gesturing towards her friend. "Hey, Cake. You'd been out here for a minute so I just wanted to bring you some food in case you were hungry. I know meal time can be a lot with the boys, but we're all done now!"

He nodded, then shook his head. "Thank you, Reena, but I'm not very hungry right now." A lie, they were starving and that food looked good, but they had no interest in eating right now. Not with their mind where it was then.

She shrugs and sets it on the table set next to the door. Reena doesn't go back inside though, she goes up to Cake and puts a hand on their back before leaning over the balcony and watching the world with them.

"My hair is getting too long, I need to cut it soon. Randall has, like, an irrational fear of it." She laughs softly, tugging at the part of her hair that falls over her shoulder. Cake makes a questioning hum, tilting his head. "Oh, yeah, Randy hates my long hair. I think the little guy thinks it's gonna swallow him or something. It's kind of funny to watch."

Cake lets out a snickering sound in response, but it doesn't last long, getting distracted by his headspace again. "Reena, can I ask you something?"

She nods in response, looking over towards him. He looks at her with his brown eyes meeting her clashing ones. "Do you ever get that feeling that you just...don't like yourself?"

"Well I just mentioned my hair, so-"

"That's not what I mean."

Reena blinks, she can't remember if Cake has ever outright interrupted her before, usually changing a subject is common, but flat out stopping her is..not a thing.

She sighs, watching some construction happen off of the hill the house was on. "Yeah, actually. Here."

She points at her right arm, the amalgamation of Down Belowian on her otherwise human form is quite the looker. Jagged spikes up and down it, long, rough fingers. She points to the lighter lines carved into it on her hand.

"My best, best friends, who I grew up with in the palace, didn't have the same mutation that I did. My older brother was completely normal, and my little sister looks exactly like my dad. But I got stuck with this eyesore of an arm."

She flips her arm over, it's smoother on this side, but there are still tiny bumps on it.

"I hated my arm for most of my childhood. A constant reminder that I wasn't exactly 'normal'. I wore gloves, but they always ripped on the edges. I tried to wear long sleeves, but I would just get them caught on stuff. My arm was one of my biggest insecurities."

She looks back at Cake Topper. "But, you know what I did about it?"

He swallows thickly. "What?"

"I changed it. What was an insecurity to me, was a wonder for others. I had my friends draw out ideas for the etches I was going to have. Think of it like a tattoo, but you have to carve it on this stuff. Most of the etches on my hand are from the both of them. Except for...this one."

She points to the one on the inside of her arm, a mass of scratches and scribbles.

"It's my daughter Nari's name in my native language. You may have seen her before, she works at the carnival. She has the mutation I have, but on both arms!"

Cake recalls seeing a girl that fits the description somewhere, but he can't place it.

"Anyways, the moral of the story, I think. Is that no matter what you have, mutation, weird family, maybe something you have doesn't work right. You could always change it. And if you can't change it, try to make it look prettier, or at least bearable to see."

She then winks at him and laughs "But, to me, I don't see anything wrong with you, Cake Topper. I think you look just like you ought to. Jack seems to like looking at you, anyway."

Cake Topper looks away with pink cheeks. But he nods brokenly. "Uh! Yeah, thank you."

She bends down to him, which is a lot because he's like 3 feet shorter, but she looks at him at eye level and gives him a big smile.

"And if you need anything at all, please know that I am here, and Jack is here, and I would do anything to see that you are alive, safe, and well. Do I make myself clear."

Cake sniffles, they hadn't noticed they were crying when she finished, but they wiped their eyes and gave Reena a big smile. "Crystal."

She nods, using Cake a bit to push back up to her full height. "Now, come back inside, I bought brownie mix and I need help cracking the eggs. My claws end up puncturing them and getting shells everywhere, you know?"

Cake laughs, they've definitely had crunchy cake before, and knew that was probably what that was. "Yeah."

[carlestin]

ouuuuu husker let me save you

suspenders version but its hidden cuz i like it less

[sin-ari]

bwaaaaaaaaaaaah 🎺

WHO THE HELL IS PLAYING TRUMPETS IN MY INBOX

[heyallnorahere]

tumpet

bwaaaaaa

[rawliverandgoronspice]

my ambitions for the score of thralls (full version of the project I'm not sure when I'll admit what this project is exactly but I guess I'll have to eventually) are getting frankly ridiculous, but!!! I'm planning to develop a library of themes for everyone, and *especially* ganondorf who gets a billion musical ideas developed throughout the series, which gives me sooo many opportunities to develop fun moments of character development with just the music :>>

[notsoscarlet]

VI.XXI.

It's a comfortable little room he's found himself here at Garreg Mach, his new... Home, maybe. Samto doesn't really know where he'd consider his home, in full honesty, but as nice as Fódlan is, it isn't there. Archanea is the only place it could ever be, despite it all.

Spending his birthday in the dead of winter isn't really what Samto expected, in fairness — He must not have noticed the calendar switch, because this time of year is warm and pleasant back in Archanea, it's when the fields of Aurelis should be at their most green and luscious... It's almost offputting, really. Call it culture shock.

And in a notable departure from usual, he hasn't gone unacknowledged here, not in the slightest. Folks from all sort of places and stations took the time out of their days to wish him a happy birthday, even sending him flowers for the trouble. It's sweet. That's all he can say or think about it. The miser and mercenary in him wonders why they bother, though.

The sunlight filters through the window. Samto realizes something. Is he the only one who still remembers?

It's an actual question, too: So far as he was concerned, all his other friends from his days in Knorda didn't have birthdays or anything like that — Most just stopped caring, a few were taken too early to be told. Somewhere in the middle were the ones who died before they ever learned.

Maybe still knowing something so simple makes him special in some way, though it definitely doesn't feel like a special thing to know. Quite the opposite. The sun begins to set.

Still, no point in getting down about it, right? You just gotta keep going until the end, no matter how hard it gets — For yourself, for the ones who didn't make it like you did.

Because nobody else can do it for you.

[arcadian-vampire]

OUR SON... HE HAS ARRIVED

[its-arson-time]

Bwaaaaaa

bwaaaaaa !!!!

[slyandthefamilybook]

tumblr if you put one more ad on my dash that autoplays with sound I will kill you with two perhaps three hammers