#big red guy

[edgarhazard]

surprise joke gift for a friend

[aeaeaexxzd]

at first i was like...theres no way a weird looking duck and a big red mop creature could be gay for each other...you guys on tumblr are just reaching..... but then i was like.... yeah... they are reaching but like not that far...

[glitchm41trix]

yes i am very idiotic but blame a conversation about tim hortons

[sycoraxophone]

his eyes are weezer blue

[ds-wynne]

big-guy-red replied to your post:((7 uvu))

((PERSONA. >8O *loves the series*))

[[Baka: Fellow Persona fans, UNITE!!]]

[ds-wynne]

Awaken, Beast ((>:B Hehe))

The emergence of the shadowy man caused the brunette to turn about. The sight of his…unique heritage sent a bone-chilling shudder racing up her spine. Green eyes shrunk to pinpricks as the crofter’s scream stuck in her throat. Hairs on her neck and arms stood on end, terror pulling in her gut. Memories flashed by her mind’s eye at break neck speed.

 Bones crunching, unbridled horror. A liquid shadow with cold, cruel cunning. One that hungered for her flesh.

 Something seemed to snap inside, that horror teetering over into something far more sinister. The crofter backed away further, her quaking hand reaching for her belt. An axe hung there… “N-Nae…N-Nae a-again” she uttered, pale as a sheet. A cold sweat had formed across her brow, contrasting greatly with the slowly bubbling blood under her skin. There were no voices this time, no Wynnie to take control and rid her of this menace. She was on her own…

 S-she was i-in control…s-she was…s-she…

An image of a pale child, dark hair…green eyes. A stormy fishing village, a close nit community. A face so similar to her own, one she’d grown to despise. A family. Her family…

 ‘Ya winna get it…you winna get it back…nae if ya dinna fight…fight, girl…’r die tryin’…’

The metal scraped loudly against her belt buckle as she slid it free, expression hardening. Her grip tightened until her knuckles grew white, bones creaking from the pressure. Wynne glowered, eyes full of hate at the beast she saw before her. Her vision swum at the edges, shadows dancing tauntingly…

 ‘…Clackerty’s kain nae fear…’

 The crofter took a deep, shuddering breath…

 She would survive, she wouldn’t die again. She would get home, by any means possible…

[angeliusdekarmen-blog]

Food for Santa

Whoever said one more sleep till Christmas lied. I ain't sleeping on Christmas eve, rather, waiting to countdown Christmas.. As you do. If you believed in Santa, then I have a question for you. Here in New Zealand, the traditional foods that we leave out for santa when he does his rounds are mince pies and beer. Yes, I am for real. So here's the question, in your part of the world, what traditional foods do people usually leave out for Santa when he makes his present delivery rounds?