#hi bri

[pollyanoid]

@moonsidesong's normal human girl

[brifdi-daily]

day 381 - globey jr the hater

see im a follower. not a leader. Hi globey jr.

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[gooberthed]

Weird girl. Stay with me weird girl. I’m Nice <- Clover probably

happy fucking birthday @moonsidesong u should give bri $1000 dollars NOW or the Boars will come 🐗🐗🐗🐗🐗🐗🐗

[noxingtonthethird]

WHO THE FUCK DID YOUR PFP WHAT THE HELL

I DID NOT SEE THIS IN THE SERVER ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥

SAME PERSON LMAAAOOO

CHECK ART PINS

[theseusmcalt]

i’m having the time of my LIFE watching a close friend listen to jrwi for the first time. they just met oliver and were like ‘haha silly half elf!’ and i was simply loosing my fucking mind. OLIVERRRRR. AUGHHHHHHH

[drakyns]

@madestars ; plotted starter for percy. ♡

ㅤ“you’re really testing the endurance of my inventions, huh?”

ㅤthere were a few spoons of judgment in how håkan spoke with a sigh at the end, but nothing that a son of poseidon couldn’t take. i mean, it was frustrating: he ground-tested those shields and pieces of armour with angry cyclops and high voltages! yet, somehow, somewhere, that guy found new ways to ruin and break his so-called perfect engineering and mathematics. if hiccup was any more prideful, maybe he would take it as a sort of divine challenge. that, and if he wasn’t so dumbfounded every damn time it happened. håkan sized him up from head to toe, registering the dirt and bruises on his frame as if he were a deer learning to walk. he stank like sweat and awful nights. what a mess. another sigh—if out of worry or defeat was unclear to even the smith himself. it was exhilarating to know there was room for improvement in his creations still; stagnation never seemed to be an issue around that camp or in any of their lives. at the same time, if he had made even the slightest miscalculation… the blown-off top part of that shield was already an answer. with heavier eyes, hiccup’s expression softened as he patted his companion’s shoulder, waving for percy to get into his forge. “well, come on then. let’s check the damages.”

ㅤalthough not conventionally inviting, the forge’s warmth seemed to encapsulate them while they entered. as if nightfall nested inside, the only light spots were moulting metal and creative sparkles, hammers heavy against chest plates, and chisels tinkering on steel and hardened glass. in the very centre was hiccup’s station: he removed the broken pieces from percy’s arms and sprayed them across the table, writing down notes with far too unreadable handwriting. his notes were ciphered. it didn’t take him long to notice, though: jackson was staring. “what is it?” a snicker, teasing. “oh-ho-ho, could it be that you wanna learn a trick or two?”

[carmenpeach]

[nicolilylucy]

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