most beautiful face in the world

I feel like I ought to mention

When I was filling out my uni application, it asked to write about a work of art that personally affected you. I wrote about Gatsby. However, upon getting called in for a scholarship interview, the interviewers were like “we know that’s not your favorite thing. What’s your actual favorite work of art?”

And i then proceeded to sell the Skulduggery Pleasant series as the most beautiful, creative tale of overcoming ones inner darkness and never giving up in the face of destruction, all the while linking it to my desires to save the planet from environmental destruction despite an ignorant administration for 5-10 minutes.

I got the scholarship.

So idk if this series is actually that deep or if I need to go into advertising because I made a series about a fire throwing skeleton sound like the deepest shit in the literature world.

You’ll get to a point in your life when you realize it’s been months, years, decades… and you forgot to live. Life is not Instagram. Life is not Facebook., Life is not texting. Life is forgetting your phone at home, going on an adventure with people that mean the most to you, feeling, sensing, actually looking around at the world and it’s beauty instead of your screen, and coming home with a huge smile on your face and a story to tell your grandkids. I’d challenge anyone to stop picking up his or her phone, stop walking around the city looking down at it, and try to remember what you experienced when you were a child. The universe is so much more interesting than any Instagram or text will ever be.
—  Sonya Esman: “What advice would you give to girls influenced by social media?” on Bloggersissue.com
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“I’m actually here to see uh, Maia.” aka, Luke chuckling because he knows Simon is in wayyyyyy over his head. Hahahahahahahahaha. 

sapphic animated lady date nights

Korra and Asami: Mountain date, hike up a mountain with a giant dog, tease each other about ‘getting tired’ and have a kiss tax if one of you stumbles, point out weird rocks that look like your boss, make everyone feel less sporty when you both race the rest of the way to the top and the winner swings the loser around in her arms

Ruby and Sapphire: Embarrassing Mom date, giggle at all each other’s jokes, hold hands, take the family out to the fair and compliment your child when he does anything, win prizes for each other, practice cheesy pickup lines and have loud declarations of love in public when your wife so much as smiles

Bubblegum and Marceline: Meandering Date, serenade your workaholic gf with more and more obnoxious versions of ‘All Star’ until she agrees to go check out this cemetery with you. Accidentally upset some haunted tax collector headstones, destroy them, and then make out on a hilltop until dawn

Rose and Kanaya: Stay-in Date, stay at home and make mac-n-cheese with wine, quote Shakespeare/space alien Shakespeare, reenact famous movie scenes- except gay and you’re drinking wine and sometimes you fall over and kiss, pretend to be grownups and then play mario cart in your pjs for the rest of the night

Tsuyu and Ochako: Gal Pals School Night Date, high school girls go to a haunted house, scream, hold hands, tell each other they are the most beautiful thing in the entire world, make funny faces at each other and cuddle, get told by classmates you’d make a cute couple if one of you was a guy :), be gay 

Sailor Uranus and Neptune: Sophisticated Lesbian date, power couple goes to local high-end restaurant and are the most glamorous things in the room, show up in a sports car and make every girl in the vicinity 25% less straight, ballroom dance, get free cocktails, maybe fight a dude at the end of the night and make out up against an alley wall after they deck them 

No words will ever be able to describe how much this day meant to me. I spent the evening at my best friend’s house, dancing to reputation in her living room, watching her glow right in front of me, and grin at me from her armchair as we all sang along to 15 flawless songs, which surpass anything that has ever been created in this universe. Having Taylor’s face light up when she saw me run up to hug her, and say: “Are you Katy?????????????” and me replying “YAH ARE YOU TAYLOR?” (we both lolled) was the single most insanely beautiful moment of my life. I’ve never been so proud of you @taylorswift and I am dying DYING for the world to hear rep. I promise to always be there for you, the way you’ve ALWAYS been there for me. I miss you already 🐍 See you on tour, sis 🖤

Things Saitama Has to Deal With
  • Having a cyborg as an alarm clock
  • Random bursts of loud shouting by Genos
  • The inability to ever tell his disciple “No”
  • Sometimes being stuck underneath a blazing furnace when he wakes up in the morning
  • A weakness for golden eyes
  • Keeping Genos from killing a bitch whenever someone insults Caped Baldy 
  • The constant smell of sardines in the fridge
  • The sexualization of a pink apron
  • Having to continually remind Genos to tone it down by like a thousand
  • Being stared at. Like all the time. 
  • The oddity that is teenage angst
  • The ridiculous and near constant desire to kiss the cyborg senseless
  • Having someone tagging along everywhere he goes and secretly liking it
  • People being genuinely frightened by Demon Cyborg but not being able to understand why because all Saitama sees is a 19 year old that hates wet socks
  • Making sure Genos doesn’t die on a daily basis
  • Having a fucking gorgeous model as a roommate and disciple and boyfriend 
  • Having to manage damage control whenever Genos roasts someone’s entire existence 
  • Oil stains. Everywhere.
  • Low key freaking out whenever he finds Genos in pieces after a battle
  • His heart doing a stupid thing whenever Genos smiles at him
  • Having to endure the fact that Genos often takes jokes at face value
  • His shirts being stolen and subsequently ripped of their sleeves 
  • The occasional need to cheer up a disheartened and broken orphan 
  • Waking up next to the most beautiful thing in the world every single day   
Why does Black Hat keep the trio?

Alan, the creator of the show Villainous, did a Q and A recently on a live stream and one of the questions were.

Why does Black Hat keep Dr. Flug and the others and why won’t they escape?

Now, Alan didn’t reveal too much but he did gave us a hint which was, Black Hat keeps them there for a reason or purpose, it’s not random and it’s not that he wants to destroy them. (Which implies BH wants to, but won’t) because if there were other people, they would not stay with him. (Which also implies that he wants them, specifically, for a reason.

 and it also implies that the trio continues to stay with him after all the abuse he gives them, because for some 
“reason” they want to stay with him.

Alan also follows up by saying that BH keeping them with him, is not with good intentions, they have a purpose. Every single one of them. But what is that purpose?


Here is my own thoughts.

Flug: 


Flug gets most of the abuse from BH, but he continues to stick around. Most people believe that he is there against his will, but that is not true because Alan also revealed that Flug is actually “Working” with Black Hat! By Choice!

From this, we can assume that Flug had worked with Black Hat the longest and that he is getting paid. Perhaps a LOT. In an article that Alan was interviewed in, he gave out even more information on Flug’s “Role” in Black Hat inc. 

This translates to “Dr. Flug, is Black Hat’s right hand-” He is BH right hand man, which also proves that he had been there the longest to be by his side. Dr. Flug (described by Alan in the article) that he is the most Brilliant scientist in the world, but because he is so nervous it actually causes problems. Which brings me back to Black Hat’s purpose for Dr. Flug. 

Alan stated in a tweet, that Flug is actually a villain, but now as evil as Black Hat. 

I believe that Black Hat’s purpose for Flug is to mold him into a real villain and to also use his inventions for his own financial gain. Remember, Black Hat is EVIL, he is selfish, greedy and a perfectionist. Alan stated that Black Hat is not keeping the trio there under “good” intentions. BH sees Flug potential and also sees his brain and inventions as financial gain. 

Now as for Flug, I believe it has something to do with why he wears the paper bag, this is my own thoughts by using some of the evidence provided for us.  Flug is actually a beautiful man underneath his paper bag. Think about the Misadventures of Flapjack and “the most beautiful man in the world” episode.

Taking this example, there was a man that wanted people to recognize him through his combs (because he sold them) because he knows if he takes off the bag, they won’t care about his creations they will busy gawking at his face. I believe something similar happened to Dr. Flug. He is a scientist and inventor. He wanted to be recognized for his works but because of his face, people didn’t care about any of that which led him down the path of villainy. We also know from Alan that Flug is an aviator and is also fascinated in “planes and plane-crashes”. From what I believe is that Flug, possible, hijacked a plane and accidentally crashed it into BH’s house. Where the Demon found him, learned about him and decided to use him. Flug is more than happy to join him because he knows that with BH’s help, he could actually make something out of himself. 

Dementia-

Dementia is kinda still up there because we are not entirely sure as to what she is. Is she human? an escaped mental patient? a cyborg created by Dr. Flug?

maybe. In a tweet by Alan someone asked him about the metal band around Dementia’s ankle and got this. 

Dementia is under house arrest and it seems that she is bound to the house and bound to BH. She loves him unconditionally. But he does not love her, but in the same article that I explained before, Dementia is the destructive and impulsive “assistant” of Black Hat. In the poster art of the show, we can actually see her holding a mace. 

This is what I believe is Dementia’s purpose for Black Hat. She is his body guard. A body guard? what? Can’t Black Hat take care of himself? Yes! so think of it this way. She is his guard dog. She is a force that will destroy everything in her wake, BH just have to give the word and she will obey unconditionally due to her love for Black Hat. He knows that no one will be able to handle her, expect for him. Why not use her as an attack dog? 

Black Hat does not want to waste his power of inferior beings unless he has too, when Dementia came along, she would do whatever he says so he will let her do what she wants in the name of BH. Including destroying anyone he finds annoying. 

Dementia stays with Black Hat because, well, she loves him. All she wants is for Black Hat to notice her. Which means she is happy to stay by his side as long as Black Hat needs her. 

5.0.5-

In the article, 5.0.5 is an experiment gone wrong and created by Dr. Flug. He was suppose to be super evil but became everything opposite of that. Black Hat tried to get rid of him but Flug managed to convince him to keep him as a pet. 5.0.5 is a little mysterious and we don’t know a lot about him but in the article, 5.0.5 is based on childhood Alan and Black Hat is based on Alan’s father. In the live stream, 5.0.5 wants to be useful for Black Hat which is why he cleans the mansion and does chores because all he wants is Black Hat’s love. Which he will, sadly, never get. 5.0.5 will never leave because Flug (who created him) is his friend and he sees Black Hat, as a father figure. 

My own thoughts from his creation is when he was created. He saw Black Hat first and immediately thought of as parent, even though Flug takes care of and protects him from BH’s wrath.

Black Hat keeps 5.0.5 around as a pet and as a personal maid. He’s not going to be the one to clean. Why not let the bear do it? He also uses 5.0.5 as a guinea pig to test Flug’s experiment’s on and also to torment every now and than. 

Well that’s all I have, if anyone of you want to offer your own headcanons as to the reasons why BH keeps them there, go ahead and comment below. Also another interesting fact. 

I was looking around in Alan’s twitter account and I found how evil each villain is from bad to worst, in villainous. 

so it goes from

5.0.5, Dr. Flug, Dementia and Black Hat (as being the worst)

All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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Bravery is more powerful than perfection
Is this something you sense?
Your tangled thoughts being silenced
Is worth not taking a chance?


Bravery is more difficult than perfection
Is this something you find?
Painting the entire canvas
Is harder than colouring between the lines


Bravery is more honest than perfection
Is this something you rejoice?
While the world demands perfection
Being brave frees your voice


Bravery is more creative than perfection
Is this something you know?
The fear of failure stilling your pen
Keeps your inner world from being shown


Bravery is more beautiful than perfection 
Is this something you see?
Facing the world as your flawed self
Is the most beautiful you can be

—  Bravery > Perfection
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  Happy Birthday to The Love of My Life  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Happy Birthday to the most wonderful person in the world and the owner of my heart! I hope you’ll always be as happy as you make me and I wish to always see that beautiful smile on your face! You are such an amazing leader and don’t ever doubt yourself, you can always rely on us because we’ll always have your back and will always protect you. I love you sosososo much and I don’t know what else to say but thank you for being born and for making life better with your everlasting presence! Once again Happy Birthday and I love you 💕💕💕💕  #HAPPYIRENEDAY

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

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Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!


Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

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‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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Because I saw the S13 stills

They don’t talk about it, but Dean knows Sam knows he keeps the coat. He knows because Sam frowned a little after digging Cas’s grave, climbing out of the six-foot deep hole only to find his big brother still cradling the lifeless form of an angel wearing a white shirt and a blue tie in his arms—no coat. But Dean had tears dripping from his nose, and his hand shook as he murmured and pleaded and pushed dark hair away from Cas’s brow, and he asked his brother for “ten more minutes, Sammy. He’s gonna come back, you’ll see. Just give him ten more minutes.” Cas smelled like ozone and books.

Twenty minutes later, Sam Winchester coaxed his brother into burying an Angel of the Lord. (“No Hunter’s funeral. If he’s gonna come back, he needs a body.”) 

So Dean knows that Sam knows. But he’s pretty sure Sam doesn’t know the rest of it. He’s pretty sure that Sam doesn’t know he hasn’t washed the thing, and never will. That when things get really bad, he slips on the coat and buries himself under the covers and imagines Cas spooned up against him like they never got to do but had unspoken agreement of both wanting. He keeps it under his pillow, otherwise. It smells like ozone and books. When they’re on hunts, he packs it in the bottom of his duffle just in case they get a call and need to bring it to a resurrected angel.

After a while, the coat no longer smells like ozone and books.

The first time Dean realizes that, he tosses and turns until it’s four am and he’s wearing the damn thing, sitting on his bed with a half-empty bottle of Jack and praying like Cas is gonna flap down at any moment: “Please, just come back…”

He doesn’t come back.

Not when Dean asks nicely, not when he rages, not when he begs. Nothing happens. And, eventually, Dean Winchester hangs up Castiel’s coat in his closet—a little worse for the wear, now—and only touches it occasionally; when he’s getting clothes, or thinks of something Cas would’ve liked. Eventually, it becomes less about not wanting to live without Castiel, and more about enjoying his memory. Still, he vows never to forget the smell of ozone and books.

Dean is the one who opens the door months later. He’s the one whose knees almost buckle when he sees blue eyes. He’s the one who stumbles forward and practically tackles the other to the ground because he can’t believe it. Who smiles, and cries, and laughs, and buries his face in ozonebookscas. He’s the one who vows to never anything happen to the angel ever again.

“I have your coat,” is the first thing he says.

Castiel’s hands hold tight to where they’re gripping Dean’s plaid over-shirt. He nods, and sniffles, and presses a kiss to light hair. His chest moves in staccato, overwhelmed breaths. Dean thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

“Thank you,” Cas eventually answers.

Throne of Glass characters and their cakes

1.       AELIN

NOT ONLY DOES SHE CLAIM ROWAN WHITETHORN, SHE TOO CLAIMS ALL THE FUCKING CAKES IN THE WORLD. CHOCOLATE HAZELNUT CAKE? Check. CHOCOLATE CAKE? Check. CHOCOLATE? Check. CAKE? Check.

2.       ROWAN

“CAKE IS NOT GOOD FOR YOUR BODY AND YOUR MUSCLE, CHILDREN.” says Rowan while eating these cute cakes.

3.       LYSANDRA

MATCHA AND OREO CAKE SUITS HER. BESIDES, IT IS A GORGEOUS CAKE.

But don’t be fooled, she secretly has this gargantuan cake in her bedroom. BECAUSE WHY NOT??

4.       AEDION

HE’S NOT AMUSED WITH HIS CAKE. (Look at the wolf’s expression, it’s similar to a FUCKING MIECZYSLAW FUCKING STILES STILINSKI in Motel California in the bus when he’s about to make his friend puke)

5.       DORIAN

HE IS THE PUREST THING IN THE WORLD SO HE DOES NOT EAT HIS CAKE WITH HIS OWN HAND. PHANTOM HANDS, PREFERABLY. WITH CERTAIN WITCH, PREFERABLY.

6.       MANON

BECAUSE SHE LOVES HER BABY ABRAXOS SO SHE HAS A WYVERN IN HER CAKE. And if you so much look at her cake, the wyvern will spit a fire down your face.

7.       GAVRIEL

BECAUSE HE IS THE UNCLE KITTY CAT, HE HAS TO WATCH ALL THESE IRRESPONSIBLE CHILDREN AROUND HIM.

8.       CHAOL

YO, WHAT IS THE MOST EFFICIENT WAY TO PROTECT YOURSELF WHILE EATING CAKE? Yup, have a fucking sword on the cake. HANDY.

9.       NESRYN

DELICIOUS CAKE, BEAUTIFUL ARROW. EASY TO EAT, EASY TO USE.

10.   LORCAN

“I am death, I am destruction, I am blessed by Hella himself, my cake is bitter and as dark as my soul, HERE ELIDE TAKE MY CAKE”

11.   ELIDE

HONESTLY, SHE ONLY WANTS TO ENJOY HER CAKE. ISN’T IT PRETTY?

12.   FENRYS AND CONNAL

WHAT IS CUTER THAN THESE 2 BABIES? LET THEM HAVE THE CAKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

13.   MAEVE

LET HER EATING A FUCKING MOSS, DISGUISED IN A CAKE. WE DON’T CARE.

14.   ERAWAN

ERAWAN WHO? Oh that lil MONSTER bitch


BONUS CAKE FOR FREE


15.   ABRAXOS

CAUSE HE’S THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD, AND DESERVES THIS CAKE FOR HIS OWN.

Tagging these cuties: @arya-drottning @illyrian-high-lord @fiery-feyre @iamthebonecarver @highladyofshadowhunters @dasai-h @littlehoneyybee @tog-trash

ALSO, ACOTAR CHARACTERS AND THEIR CAKE HERE!

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“..and he fell into an enchantment; for L ú t h i e n was the most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light.”

how can we even think for a second that round face girls arent beautiful when the most beautiful creature in the world, kirby, has a round face?