#cumulo

[darktimemachinechaos]

I più grandi alleati della "vittoria Trump" e della destra che avanza imperterrita in Europa, sono i coglioni - con la laurea o no! - che danno dell'ignorante a chi voti a destra. La GENTE SANA vuole la destra dura perché non c'è una sinistra: non puoi chiamare "sinistra" un cumulo di stronzi pieni di merda, come quelli del PD, che parlano di multiculturalismo, portando la guerra fra religioni sotto le nostre finestre; un cumulo di stronzi che ha peggiorato la vita di gay e donne in Italia.

[skyework]

A DnD character for a level 20 one shot!

He is a kenku paladin that swore an oath to a cloud giant.

His kenku name akins to a dancing breeze in the trees, but among the giants and others he is better known as Cumulo, Knight of Nimbus.

He can fly and thinks quite highly of himself and his skills (he should, he worked hard to get where he is!)

[absolutelyamazingart]

Collection of art and a recolor of my and my SO's DnD OCs

[drgenius-reid]

A Creature Was Stirring

A/N: Merry Christmas @cumulo-stratus. May your holidays be filled with love and happiness. I hope you like this! 🎄 I wrote this as part of the @cmgiftexchange and had so much fun. Summary: Spencer hears his son sneak downstairs to see what Santa brought and he goes to investigate Pairing: Dad!Spencer  Category: Fluff  Content Warnings: None. Just pure cuteness.  Word Count: 1,279 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, a creature was stirring, Spencer’s Little Mouse.

Spencer put his book down on his bedside table and waited silently for a few beats, trying to figure out if the footsteps he heard went to the bathroom or further down the hallway to the stairs. When he didn’t hear anything else for a few minutes, he decided to investigate. 

Unraveling himself from the blankets on the bed, he slipped his feet into his slippers–a bright pink pair that Penelope had gotten him for Secret Santa at work–so that his feet didn’t get cold on the tiled staircase, and headed towards the stairs. Making sure to miss the one step that creaked no matter how little weight you put onto it, he crept down the stairs and through the house until he got to the lounge door. 

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon outside that shone brightly into the room, but Spencer could still see his son crouched on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, inspecting the gifts that lay there. Spencer had only been in bed after playing the role of Santa for ten minutes before he heard movement, a record in the Reid household. Once, when his son was only very little, he’d been caught red handed slipping presents under the tree. Thankfully the little one was too young to remember, much to Spencer's relief. 

Spencer watched silently as his son lifted one of the smaller gifts from the front of the tree and shook it close to his ear. His tongue poked out from between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed the same way that Spencer’s did when he was trying to decipher something at work. For all of the genetics his son had gotten from his mother, his brain and facial expressions came directly from Dr Reid. 

Spencer could tell that the young boy was trying to calculate which of the gifts he’d put on his letter to Santa was in the box in his hands. Whatever was inside the box rattled and confused the boy to no end. He shook the box again and again, trying to figure it out. However, he had asked for so much–he was the kind of child to see something and decide that instead of asking for it there and then, he would ask Santa to bring it for Christmas–that he couldn’t remember what he had asked for. 

Watching the young boy reminded Spencer of his younger self. When he was a child, he would often try to sneak down the stairs on Christmas Eve to see what gifts were under the tree. Until he was at the age where he would try to find the hiding spot where Diana kept all of the gifts until Christmas. When one year he was successful in finding them, Diana had to find a new spot, and she would wrap everything as soon as it was in the house so Spencer couldn’t look. 

The young boy looked at all of the gifts in awe, completely unaware that his father was behind him, watching him pick up multiple gifts and shake them to try and deduce their contents. If a gift had his name on, he would pick it up, turn it over in his hands to try and see if he could feel what it was. If he couldn’t feel anything, he would shake it before trying to put it back exactly where it was to start with, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up and find that Santa had been to take them all away again. 

The second his eyes landed on the big gift at the back of them all, they grew three times as wide as normal. In big letters, on the front, was his name. Spencer watched as he tried to reach over the rest of the gifts, knees threatening to give out on him, before he cleared his throat quietly. It was so quiet that Spencer was sure he’d have to do it again. 

But within a nanosecond his son turned to him, guilt ridden and sheepish as he sank back down onto his knees and sighed softly, his eyes not meeting Spencer’s at all. 

‘What are you doing down here, Little Mouse?’ Spencer asked through a breathy chuckle. ‘You’re supposed to be in bed asleep. It’s way past your bedtime.’ 

‘I really tried to sleep, Daddy. I promise I did. I was in bed with my eyes closed and I counted the elves like you told me to but I just couldn’t sleep. I was too excited. Then I heard footsteps and I heard  something downstairs so I hid under my blankets with my teddy bear and tried super hard to sleep. Then the noises stopped and I thought it might have been Santa and look, Daddy, it was! Santa came and he brought presents for me. He brought some for you and mommy too but that big one is mine! I just wanted to look at them all. I promise I wasn’t going to open any.’ 

The corners of Spencer’s lips turned up as he listened to his son. He took after his dad in all of the best ways. He was smart, and he loved with his entire heart. And he rambled just like Spencer, unable to control it. Unlike Spencer, however, his little one got involved in things at school, he had a large group of friends and he loved playing baseball and soccer too. But deep down, he was so much like Spencer. 

When the little boy finally looked up at his dad and saw the smile, the same one made its way to his lips. Spencer motioned for him to walk over to him, and he did, slowly standing up so that he didn’t crush any presents before he walked the length of the lounge. As soon as he was within reaching distance, Spencer scooped him up and spun him around, eliciting the most infectious giggles there ever was. 

Spencer laughed with his son before he held him firmly against his hip. At almost six years old, his son was getting far too big to be carried up the stairs still but Spencer had promised to do it for as long as he could, which meant that even though his son was perfectly capable of walking up the stairs himself, he was carried. 

‘Come on, it’s time for bed. We can get up early and open presents with Mommy. But if you don’t go to sleep now-’ 

‘Santa will come and take them all away!’ 

Spencer chuckled. ‘He won’t take them all away, I promise. But if you don’t go to sleep you’re going to be super tired tomorrow and you’re not going to want to open presents.’ 

‘I am!’ 

‘We’ll see about that.’ 

Before Spencer even got to his son’s room, the boy was asleep in his arms, cheek squished against Spencer’s shoulder and mouth slightly agape. Spencer pushed the door open with his free hip and quietly crept through the room, hoping to not stand on any toy that would make a noise and wake everyone in the house up. 

Laying the boy down in his bed and pulling the covers up to his shoulders, Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. 

‘Merry Christmas, Little Mouse.’ 

From underneath him, he heard the tiniest, ‘Merry Christmas, Daddy,’ which made his insides turn to mush. 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Spencer’s Little Mouse.

[cumulo-ghoulll]

guys. the first one is so swissalps coded and the second one is definitely dewaether. you know full well the smaller ghouls like to climb up the bigger ones to annoy them and/or flirt with them >:]

[elvendoodles]

@upsettimyspagetthi this one's for you.

Original Clip

[breezy-skyler]

@smallbigminivans HEHEEHHEHE

(Drawn by yours truly but edited by stupid sister)

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

what about wildfire

I think Wildfires are supposed to be engineers... or something.

I can't decide if Daphne Dreadnaught is Wildfire or Seraphim.

[hotchnerbau]

heheheheheheh

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

I hope you received many kitten pictures

[12archetypes]

day 1; fave oc

cumulonimbus and ciela my loves

[avis-writeshq]

Hey can I just say that it is *bonkers* to me that your Australian- like in my head you were either like East Asian or like,,, Canadian

idk that's jsut ur vibes

omg no i'm definitely asian !! i'm technically south-east asian (indo-chinese slay) but i am a citizen of australia !! >:D

[geastherat]

🎤🔮 for the ask game!! I'm curious mwuahah >:]

hi Cumulo! thanks for the ask!

🎤- what album or song is currently on repeat for you right now?

not. technically an album or a song but for the past few years (since just before the "the horror and the wild" album came out i think) ive been listening to all of The Amazing Devil songs on repeat- then a couple months ago i found Ghost and added them to my hyperfixation playlist and honestly since then its just been those two bands on repeat non stop

🔮- how would your younger self react if they met current you?

hahaha, he wouldnt be happy. he'd probably be like "tf happened to our hands??? what did you do to your hair??? omg is that a tattoo ma's gonna freak out!!" but I'd show him that we still love playing instruments and he'd go oh okay 👍

[alovesongtheywrote]

i was so excited for two seconds, how could you do this to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[strawbeerossi]

ahhhh 50k!!! I'm so happy for you ma biche <333

me rn:

Thank you, my honey bunny 😭🫶🏻

[cumulo-ghoulll]

my flags =]

art by @marrieartz on Instagram!!!

[elvendoodles]

Aira's family keeps it fun with their unique brand of brilliance. BIOs under the cut

Cumulo Rayrider: A quiet man with a knack for the mechanical. His airshuttle is always the most pristine in the fleet.

Estella Windwhistler: Not a book out of place, no study left cluttered. As Athelney's head librarian, she keeps the operation running smoothly.

Aira Windwhistler: Aira may be ditzy and forgetful, but she is aggressively sincere. She takes great interest in her parents' professions and has become the best of both of them.

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