#fallenclownbrokencrown

[beschvtzer]

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For every ✔ in my askbox, I’ll randomly pick a blog I’m following and tell you what I like about them. 

tfw you love @fallenclownbrokencrown​ so much that you just kind of start gushing and have to put it under a cut

Everyone should’ve seen this one coming, but let’s talk about the beautiful and heavenly goddess I get to call my sugar wife​. Because holy fucking shit is she amazing. Most gorgeous person I know—and yes, I mean both her stunning personality and how she looks, among other things, omg.

Like she is such an angel—super sweet. I one hundred percent know that if she ever says something remotely bad about someone, it’s one hundred percent honest because she is all sugar and no salt. Obviously. She’s the sugar wife, not the salt wife. She’s so strong and brave and oh my god, she does not give herself near as much credit as she should for some of the shit she’s had to put up with. And I love her so much; I have shed actual, literal tears because I am just in awe of how amazing she is.

And holy crap, this person is my friend.

Sometimes I lay in bed at night and just think wo w.

Because this complete ray of sunshine enjoys talking to me enough that it’s pretty much a daily and constant thing. I’m not even scratching the surface here. Has anyone heard her sing? I have. Holy shit does she have a cute voice. Sing me to sleep every night, I could 10000% live with that, omf g.

AND BOY HOWDY IS SHE BEAUTIFUL. AND I’M TALKING ABOUT HER APPEARANCE NOW BECAUSE OMFG. I’d say she could steal my heart any day of the week, but she already did that ages ago. I totally didn’t sell my soul to Satan to somehow end up talking to this marvelous human being. Obviously. ThAT WOULD BE BAD, HAHA HA. HA.

She even puts up with my terrible ideas, godawful jokes and she’s been a victim of my early morning, gibberish texting on at least one occasion. We talk about the most random shit half the time and it’s the best thing ever and I am barely scratching the surface here. I just love her so, so much.

So I guess I don’t like anything, so much as I love everything. Even the bad parts! I like those, too! I literally think of things that were like open wounds to her a couple of months ago, that are slowly getting better and I just fucking tear up because knowing it doesn’t hurt her near as much make s m e so ha p py. 

SOMETIMES I JUST TALK TO HER AND THINK HOLY CRAP. I NEED TO GO OUT AND DO THINGS, TRY A LITTLE HARDER, BE A LITTLE BETTER SO I CAN BE WOR T H Y OF THIS AMAZING WOMAN’S FRIENDSHIP. AND I’M NOT DOING HER JUSTICE AT ALL WITH THIS POST.

Just. Someone marry this amazing lady before I do because holy shit would I jump on that opportunity.

[blccdyfate-blog]

@fallenclownbrokencrown liked for a starter

She looks down at the male —the kid, really— with curious eyes, head tipped slightly to the side. “Y’know, I have to wonder why everyone here makes such a big deal out of you.”

It stings, in a way. Knowing that her mother’s reputation isn’t enough to get Sasume attention of her own — yes, he’s rather new to the Order, but she’s even newer.

[beschvtzer]

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He sees it from the corner of his eye and his head jerks up and away cupcakes he’s icing. When Allen suggested baking—or rather, Link baking and Allen eating—he’d been hesitant. It was less because his assistant was Allen and more because anyone working in the kitchen with him made him nervous, barring the actual kitchen staff that worked here.

“Allen, what did you just add in with the other ingredients?”

[stiliocrucisdaemon-blog]

@fallenclownbrokencrown

“Mind if I draw you, sir?” Willow asked the performer, not giving up a chance to draw someone who put on such a great show. She had just been passing through the town when she had noticed the white haired boy performing for a rather large crowd and it wasn’t every day she got to see a street performer so she wasn’t missing this opportunity. “I enjoyed your show by the way.”

[glissxndo]

🎶 ║ @fallenclownbrokencrown ┉

The find had been an odd one—and the fault of his dog, if they were to be honest—but the fluffy maine coon had looked more than a little lost and the collar with the cute little bell on it implied he had a home somewhere. The cat was quick to warm up to him, at least, letting him check the tag on his collar with little fuss.

What he wasn’t expecting in the slightest was how close the names were: Timcanpy and Timcampy. Of course, his dad had suggested the name and that man wasn’t smart enough to come up with something so original on his own, but it was still odd.

And things only got weirder from there.

He arrived at the address listed on the tag and when the cat’s owner opened the door, Alan’s eyes widened more than just a fraction. “What the fuck?!” Alan practically screams at the sight of him. White hair, gray eyes, a familiar red tattoo on the left side of his face. What the fuck?! We’re identical!

[himitsunochie]

"The only going down I'm doing is going down on you." ALLEN NO

“Yer not serious, are ya ‘Sprout?”

[himitsunochie]

️✍ ( cause yolo )

 “i’m rich and i’m not supposed to talk to servants but the person that scrubs my floor is really cute” au

All Lavi wanted to do was go to the library and read. That was it. But instead, he found himself staring at a white haired boy who was cleaning the floors. He had no idea when they’d hired him, but he knew it had to be recent because he definitely would have remembered seeing someone that adorable before.

[glissxndo]

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He’s been sleeping lighter lately and he’s sure it’s only worry that triggers that. Concern for Allen’s persistent nightmares keeps him from falling into a deep sleep, waking up at the slightest of sounds. He doesn’t let it show, refuses to look even remotely tired during the day, drinks more coffee to veil how sluggish he is.

So when Allen throws himself forward, gasping for breath, clutching his chest, Alan isn’t far behind him. He snaps awake and he’s throwing the covers off, practically racing to the bed just a few long strides away from his own. Reaches out to run his hand through sweat-slicked hair. “Allen, it’s okay,” he whispers, trying to soothe his twin.