#AHHH I LOVED IT SMMM

[uzi-x33]

GUYS OMG I FINSHED THE MD FINALE AHHHHHHH

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

i heard you were sad. i offer you hozier holding a puppy in these trying times.

Omg ur an angel 🥹 my heart is so happy thank youuuu. I am def feeling better ur the best 🤎🤎🤎

kisses xxx

[ishas-song]

MY GORGEOUS WIFE

*gives you kiths*/p

AND ITS MY DROP DEAD GORGEOUS WIFE

MY PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL WIFE ‼️‼️‼️

MWAH MWAHH!! <333

[glow-autumz]

okay so like Fanart Rocket Raccoon ideas anyone? (I'm having an art block moment) I wish to hear all of y'alls funny little requests

[starbittzzy]

Mini comic in regards to this poll

I did it folks, it's finally here. Sorry for the wait, i spent way too much time doing this. i don't regret it.

[scoobysnakz]

ok but imagine loser!Miguel finding out that the reader has been seeing someone (casually, nothing physical… yet) and he has to try to put a stop to it while also having to listen to her swoon over said man RAAAAHHHH

AHHH OMG YESSS!!! LOVE THIS IDEA SMMM OMG

loser miguel who can’t help but get frustrated about the way you ramble on about him with that dopey smile on your face. normally, he’d be over the moon to see you so happy but the fact that it’s because of someone else…

it’s bad enough he can’t bend you over the break room table and pound your sweet cunt with his nose buried in your hair, now he has to contain his jealousy as well.

loser miguel who realises he can’t take this anymore and decides to end whatever silly ‘situationship’ you have going on.

loser miguel who starts pointing out all of the flaws he has, whether or not they’re real aren’t important.

“when was the last time he texted you?” he pipes in one day, forcing himself into the conversation, not that you care, you’re just happy good friend miguel is finally interested in your love life.

“i’m not sure.” you shrug, finger idly tapping the side of your mug half full with the coffee miguel made you. “sometime yesterday, i think.”

he just raises his brow with a sharp breath before walking off, praying that you start to overthink this minor flaw. but he knows you, and he knows you’ll get dragged down an endless rabbit hole of doubt.

loser miguel who inserts himself into your life, hoping that you’ll realize how much more useful he is than him. he starts making you coffee in the morning and bringing in croissants from the café over the road.

he loves the little thank you’s that you coo with a kiss to his cheek when he slides on your coat on your way out and the pretty smile that graces your face when he ‘coincidentally’ bumps into you by your house.

loser miguel who wants to know what’s going on when the two of you have to stay behind to work on something. he slides over to your side of your desk, his hand moving over the top of yours to stop your endless scribbling.

you look up at him through heavy eyes, the lack of sleep obviously getting to you. he can tell you haven’t had a good nights rest in a while and he’ll be damned if it’s not because your staying up all night texting your special someone.

“hmm?”

that soft, quiet hum resonates throughout miguel, travelling up his arms and legs and settling in the pit of his stomach. the feebleness of it makes him want to melt right then and there, pull you into a tight embrace until you fall asleep in his arms because the mere sight of you too tired to even ask a proper question is more than enough to make his heart ache.

“your eyes are all scrunched up, mami,” he sighs, a calloused hand coming up to push some of your hair out of your face. “when was the last time you got a good eight hours?”

you shrug, not even bothering to lie to him like the last few times he’s asked. “dunno.”

the next thing you know, miguel has his big strong arms wrapped you as you bawl your eyes out about how sucky this guy is. he’s not as understanding and kind and other guys you’ve been with, he doesn’t soften from your love and he doesn’t stare at you with those lovestruck eyes.

and while you feel so vain and self absorbed for expecting this from some random guy, miguel is practically dancing with glee. he knows why you expect all this, why you crave the gentleness and love of this man. he’s put these standards in your head, he’s the one who has been treating you this way because he’s who’s best for you.

you just need to realize it.

loser miguel who has to leave you alone to finish of the assignment for the evening, as much as he hates leaving you on your own, but the fear of you feeling his hardened cock digging into your thigh is much stronger.

he spends the rest of the evening relentlessly fucking his fist, imagining that it’s your tight pussy that squeezing his cock and not his thick fingers.

loser miguel who comes into work sorely disappointed to see you with eye bags big enough to hold two baby elephants and a makeup less face, not like he’s bothered but he knows how you like to doll yourself up for work.

he thought he told you to get a good nights rest !! why on earth are you so tired ??

“did you get any sleep at all?” he scolds, thick arms crossed his chest.

you look up at him, blinking slowly as you try and process his words. “‘course, migs,” you mumble while waving a dismissive hand at him.

“por dios,” he chides.

sliding an arm around your waist, miguel slots himself into the chair next to yours. you let yourself relax against him, your head nuzzling into the warmth of his chest and eyes flickering shut.

“couldn’t sleep.”

how badly he wants to pull you into his lap and let you curl up like a little kitten as you fall asleep clinging onto him like your life depends on it.

he lifts a large hand to smooth the crinkles in your shirt, smiling smugly as you let out a content sigh. “was thinking ‘bout what you’d been saying, how he isn’t good enough because he isn’t nice and stuff,” you admit scornfully, “and started thinking ‘bout things i shouldn’t.”

miguel nods, trying to pay attention to what you’re saying while also attempting to suppress his erection. “mami, you shouldn’t have been thinking about silly things so late, you need your sleep.”

loser miguel who loves the way you cling to him, sleepy mumbling an abundance of apologies as you nuzzle your head into his chest and stare up at him with those fatigued doe eyes.

he’s so grateful that it’s too early for anyone else to be in the lab otherwise he’s be too nervous to be holding you so close. he’s still trying to handle the glares he gets when he holds the door open for you.

loser miguel who whispers sweet words of reassurance as you start to bawl your eyes out all over again. you’re a blabbering mess with reddened eyes and puffy lips that he just can’t resist.

he leans down, face inches away from yours, and breathes in the comfortingly sweet scent of your perfume that he’s grown so accustomed to.

“why won’t he do all the things you say he should? how am i so clueless that i didn’t even realise he should?” you sob helplessly, “you’re always so sweet to me, why can’t he?”

“awww, poor chica,” he coos huskily. the warmth of his voice soothes you slightly, it’s like warm honey trickling past his perfect lips and dripping into your ears until all you can hear is the low rumble of his accent.

loser miguel whose heart nearly stops when you kiss him. never in a million years did he expect you to make the first move. every time he’s fantasised about it, he’d always been the one to pull you in, press you against the wall, whatever it is he’s the bold one.

but now your soft lips are pressed against his and all he can think about is how sickly sweet they taste.

his hand cups the back of your head, feeling the shape of your scalp and the softness of your hair. greedily, he deepens the kiss, cock straining against the seam of his pants. his tongue pushes itself into your mouth, hastily taking in the flavour of you as his desire for you deepens.

loser miguel who is panting and bewildered when you pull away, fingers curling up into the muscle of his chest.

“i was trying to kiss your cheek.”

loser miguel master list

[queenpiranhadon]

𝕬/𝕹: AHHH I'M SO HAPPY THIS EVENT CAME TOGETHER BIG THANK YOU TO ALL THE WRITERS IN THIS EVENT I LOVE YOU ALL SMMM 🤍 In case you couldn't tell, this is set in the world of Wonderland- though I've never read the books so please bear with me 😭 Here's the event masterlist for those who want to read the rest in the collection!

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌(𝖘): Cursing, mentions of death and decapitation, starvation, mentions of vomit but no physical vomit, Bakugou kisses you w/o consent BUT it's not bad I promise, soft Bakugou (maybe a little ooc but just bear with me here), incomplete plot, reader has a cat and a big family, reader is gender neutral but is written with f!reader in mind, Bakugou calls reader idiot.

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Loneliness, you came to find out, was an enveloping emotion, overwhelming and suffocating with no way out- it was a feeling you’d come to hate. 

Growing up in a big family, you were used to the neglect and isolation to a certain extent, but you never minded it. Now- you wanted to scream. 

Though it wasn’t loneliness as the main issue so much as your impending death waiting for you outside of these cell bars. 

It was cold, metal stinging your skin- you were starving, so nauseous you wanted to throw up, but you couldn’t, in fear you’d lose the little amount of food you already had. 

How did you get here in the first place?!

It was a stupid question- you knew how you got here, but everything felt so…surreal. Like everything had happened, but not to you. 

You had been at home, reading, before your cat and escaped the house again, prompting you to chase it. Watching your cat run down the street, you sprint after it, terrified of what may happen if a car comes down the road. In your tunnel vision however, you don’t notice the open manhole below you, and you fall, down,

down

down

down 

Down a rabbit hole that seems endless, with the strangest assortment of objects and creatures floating around you, as if stuck in time. You reach the bottom, finding a hall of doors, your eye catching onto a small locked one whose key was on a nearby table - along with a bottle marked DRINK ME and a piece of cake labeled EAT ME. 

At first, you panic, wondering where you are, tears threatening to spill over until you force yourself to take a deep breath and calm down.

You unlock the small door, only to see a beautiful garden on the inside, wanting to go see it, but annoyingly, you couldn’t fit through the door. Pocketing the tiny key, you rose up to your normal height, looking for a way to find an entrance- there must’ve been a way.

Eyes trailing back to the bottle and cake, you wonder if that’s how you’d enter. You had nothing to lose- there was no way back up the hole you’d fallen through. 

But you didn’t feel like dying - on the off chance it was poison. 

What would happen, you wondered, if you mixed the cake with the liquid?

You weren’t sure what would happen, maybe everything would explode - but then again, you really had no other choice. And so, you break the cake apart, and drop the pieces into the bottle, shaking it thoroughly, before bolting to the other end of the hallway.

There’s a rumbling, before the bottle explodes, glass shards sent flying everywhere as the liquid in the vial starts flowing out like a tap, the concoction you had made started pooling at your ankles, and then kept rising, to the point where you had to tread to keep your head afloat. 

The waters slowly shift, the hall of mirrors and the landscape around you changing, until you find yourself swimming to a seashore. Everything made no sense, your reality warping and things that should happen were happening- you honestly just felt so dizzy.

You were traveling for days after that, looking for something to eat, until one day, you stumbled across some tarts, and in a moment of desperation, you ate them- as you were on the brink of dying from starvation. 

What you didn’t know, is that those tarts belonged to the queen, the Queen of Hearts, and now you were facing execution for your trials.

Which is why now, in your cell, you sit- awaiting the end of your life.

You wonder how your cat is doing. 

TIme was hard to keep track of, considering you had no window, and no interaction with anyone. They didn’t feed you, and you had no bed, leaving you to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling.

You just wanted to go home…

One day however, you hear a sharp knock at the door to your cell and you jump abruptly, turning your head to find the source of the sound. 

A man, with blonde hair and piercing red eyes stood at your door, his locks spiked and you could see the urgency in his expression. 

“Oi, take this.” he whispers harshly, shoving a loaf of bread between the rungs of the cell’s gated wall and you take it gratefully, staring at him in shock. 

“Who-” you start, but he’s already gone. 

It went on like that for almost months, the strange man visiting you to bring you food every now and then, whether it be fresh bread, fruit, he even brought you cake once. 

It was strange, you knew, but you greatly appreciated his kindness, you only wished he stuck around- you longed for some company.

And then one day, everything came crashing down. 

The day of your execution. 

A hooded figure came to your cell that morning with a sack for your head and ropes to bind you with. And at his side was the ax that you knew would be the one cutting through your neck.

You felt sick.

Was this all just some twisted, horrible nightmare?

The figure unlocks your cell door, and you curl up into a ball in the corner, knowing what was going to come. But the figure doesn’t leave from the door, instead, they lift a gloved hand to take down their hood- to reveal those same vermillion eyes that had provided you with food.

“Wha- it’s you?!” you blurt out, your eyes widening when you realize. “Y-You’re supposed to kill me, aren’t you…?”

The man doesn’t say anything, turning his head to the side, but his eyes end up trailing back to you, raking over your form and taking in your state. 

“C’mon. We’re going.” the executioner says, holding out his hand - an offering, a chance. 

You stare at it, unbelieving. Was this some cruel trick? Would he turn you in? But the look in his eyes was genuine, a man who was capable of kindness, but thrown into a world that he couldn’t show it.

That hand, the one he was extending to you, had been used to take the lives of people, living beings. You wondered if it ever got any easier. 

You put your hand in his, and he pulls you up- but your malnourished body couldn’t support your weight immediately, and so you stumble, directly into the blonde’s arms.

“Ah, I’m so sorry I-” you fret, but he sighs, and adjusts your arms to lean on him. 

“Just shut up idiot, yer gonna get us both caught.” he grumbles, and you wince at his harsh words, but know he’s right.

You both slip out of the cell, shutting the door quietly before sneaking down the hallway, where the man said there was a secret stairwell that led to the yard, where the both of you could hide until the coast was clear. 

You reach it at the end of the hallway, only for you to hear footsteps at the end of the corridor. 

Shit!

The man grabs you and bolts for a nearby room- but your feet can’t keep up - moment your enveloped by darkness, you lose your footing- about to fall over and let out a yelp before a pair of warm lips comes in contact with yours, keeping you quiet.

You couldn’t see- but you knew that if you did, your face would be bright red right now- put off by the fact that you weren’t disturbed by the stranger kissing you, and more the fact that you… liked it?

His strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, preventing your fall, and you can’t help but melt into his touch. 

Outside you hear voices. 

“Hey- have you seen Bakugou? He was supposed to come to the throne room with the prisoner a while ago.” one asks.

“No… maybe we should check the prisoner’s cell.” the other one replies, and you hear the two men retreat.

The man, who you now know as Bakugou, pulls away, and wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you out of the room and up the stairwell. 

“Hurry.” he gruffly says, and you comply, dazed - still a hot mess from the kiss you shared. 

The two of you ran up the stairwell, to freedom, trying to keep from your steps echoing throughout the castle. 

Deciding to save both of your from the awkwardness, you don’t address the elephant in the room. Instead you ask something else. 

“Why…why are you helping me?” your voice barely above a whisper. 

Bakugou doesn’t stop running up the stairs though, only halting when he sees the top. 

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I…I don’t know.” he admits, looking away, giving you the opportunity to admire his side profile, taking notices of his ears which were tinged red. 

“Are you- are you blushing?” you tease, and he glares at you. 

“Shut up- idiot- is this how ya repay me?! I was supposed ta kill ya for heaven’s sake.” he glowered and you smile sheepishly in return. 

“Sorry… I just…” you trail off, unsure of what to say. “Thank you.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen and he scoffs, his face becoming slightly redder as he wraps your arm around him, giving you more support. 

“Whatever idiot- it’s not like I’m doing ya some charity here. I know ya don’t deserve this and frankly- the queen’s an old hag.”

His insult to the Queen of Hearts catches you off guard, bursting into quiet giggles -  not noticing the small smile that forms on Bakugou’s face, though it disappears as quickly as it comes. 

“We should probably get goin’ - they’ll be lookin’ for us soon.” he mutters, and you nod in assent stepping out into the yard, one step closer to freedom. 

Hopefully your cat hasn’t run out of food yet.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @cashmoneyyysstuff @starieq @lovelyiida @lady-ashfade @angels-fantasy

@seonne @sweetnans @vexis-world @2melamoo2 @tootiecakes234

@4evapika

[lyshasgf]

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THEM!!

COOPER AND PRINCE D IS SO CUTIE!!

COOPER'S TOP HAT AND BOW TIE OMGG

PRINCE D'S SUNGLASSES AND TIE(?) AHHH

THE BROBERS EVER

I LOVE THEM SMMM

MY SONS FR

I AM WATCHING THIS MOVIE AS SOON AS IT COMES OUT I SWEAR

THEY NEED TO HAVE A SONG TOGETHER IN ATLEAST 1 MOVIE OR SCENE I SWEAR (if they're making any other movies, cuz they're probably not gonna have a song in TBT since it's focused on Branch and his brothers)

Anyway is anyone confused on why Trolls keeps using the Long Lost sibling trope lol

Cooper found his brothers in TWT

Branch has brothers that left him (They better have a whole scene of them apologising to Branch or i will fully believe that they do not deserve to be forgiven)

And Poppy has a sister too(They're cute ig. Dunno why Viva didn't live with her tho. Idk if it's King Peppy or js Viva)

Just needed to talk about Prince D and Coopers outfits :3

Remember to eat, drink and that people love you!!

Til next post<3

-Dina♡

[censoredhysteria]

IONNA MENTIONED

Art dump

Ionna belongs to @censoredhysteria

[peetaslefttoe]

peeta smut where he's like OBSESSED with the readers boobs? (ur writing is really good btw keep it up 🫶🏽🫶🏽)

warnings: smutty 🤭 slight sub dom dynamic

summary: request above

author’s notes: ahhh thank you smmm you’re so sweet 🫶 i love this idea i hope i did it some justice 🫣

Masterlist pinned xx

You sat at the dinner table with Haymitch, Peeta and Effie. You ate quietly, listening to Haymitch’s winding stories unfold. You noticed Peeta’s eyes flicking down to your cleavage every so often. You looked at him, making eye contact before smirking when he realized you’d caught on. He grew increasingly restless, shuffling in his seat and adjusting his pants. Finally you pushed back your chair and stood.

“Thank you for dinner, we should probably get some rest,” Haymitch nodded at you before turning back to Effie and continuing his story.

You walked back to your room, Peeta trailing behind. You layed onto your bed and he flopped down beside you with a sigh. You rolled and straddled his laying form.

“Do you like my dress?” you asked, pushing your boobs together slightly. He gasped quietly before running his hands up your waist.

“Y-yes,” he breathed.

“Really? I could see you looking at dinner…” you trailed off, looking down at him. You felt him grow beneath you.

“Please, I need them, I need you,” he whined, pawing at the zipper on your dress.

“That desperate?” you teased, slowly unzipping your gown. He nodded furiously, rutting up into you in search of contact. You lifted your dress over your head and almost immediately Peeta was cupping your exposed boobs. He squeezed them gently, placing kisses along your collarbone. He rolled you onto your back and leant down to suck on your nipples while his hands stroked your soft skin.

“Please, let me fuck you,” he whimpered against your chest, still grinding on you. You smiled down at his puppy eyes and nodded. You lifted your hips as he pulled down your panties freeing his hard cock from his suit trousers. He lined up with your wet entrance.

“Fuckkk just like that,” you moaned throwing your head back as his thick length stretched you.

“Please, needa suck,” Peeta whimpered, barely able to string together a sentence. You ran a hand through his hair pulling his head down to your tits. He whined at your touch and latched onto your nipple. One hand held you firmly as he continued to stroke you deeply, the other squeezed your boob.

“Fuck I love your tits,” he said breathily between sucks. You grew wetter at his words, rutting up to meet his thrusts.

“Peeta, I’m gonna-,” you moaned, tension building in your stomach. He rammed into your harder, nibbling at your nipple softly. His biting drove you crazy, you shook under his weight, his dick thrusting into your wet, sore hole. Your walls fluttered around his cock, he brought his other hand up and pushed your tits together, shoving his face between them and letting out a whine. He emptied his seed deep into you, wildly thrusting as he tried to steady himself.

You lay beside Peeta in the darkness, the blanket soft and warm around you both. He held your waist tightly, your boobs covered in lovebites. You ran your fingers through his blonde hair, kissing him softly.

“Goodnight Peeta,” you whispered into the night.

“Goodnight beautiful girl,” he said softly, planting a passionate kiss to your collar and then lower.

[z0mbiekisses]

Another request QUEEN!! I loved loved loved the Josh fic it was amazing and has me coming back for more! First of all though, how are you? I realised we haven't talked much before lol. Anyways, my amazing spectacular request!!

RAB Tyler who is best friends/hiding his feelings with the reader. She's someone who works super hard, gets good grades and almost drives herself insane with all the extra curriculars she does yet still doesn't feel good enough. After having a stressful day she stops by his house feeling worthless and he comforts her, refusing to let her believe she's not amazing.

Thanks bestie!

AHHH THANK YOU BFF!!!🤗🤗 thank you so much for requesting more, you’re always welcomed i LOVE your ideas . i did kind of write this in a highschool setting 😣��.

i’m okayy, very tiredd BUT we’ll push on through (hehe)💪 TYSM FOR ASKING, how are you??😁 it’s always nice to hear from you 🫶

thank you guys so much for ur recent support!! it means smmm, sorry this took so long and it’s short, i have some more things in the drafts that hopefully make up for it 🫶 requests are opened !!🩶

THIS IS ME TRYING !

i always did my best. in school, life, everything. i needed to get into college, i NEEDED to get out of my house. however, college isn’t cheap. and i don’t exactly have the best support system, so it’s up to me. i’m in film club, national honors society and student council. i spend whatever free time studying or at my best friend, tyler’s house. it’s overwhelming, but i didn’t have many options. if i wanted to get into a good school and start living my life the way I want to, this had to be done. but today was rough, i spent all of last night finishing my college essay just to go to school bright and early the next day. i was so exhausted, but what else was new. except i had a test in my first two classes, a presentation for national honors society. and i had to stay late for a student council meeting.

i was used to the stress, however today was just awful. every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. i was late to school because my car broke down, which meant i missed taking the test. i tried to beg my teacher to still let me take it but he only said he'll think about letting me make it up. i NEEDED to take this test, it was a huge part of my grade. it wasn't fair. i gave my presentation for NHS, which went fine. except everyone's presentations were WAY better than mine was. it was obvious the amount of effort and time they spent on it, sure i put effort into mines. i was just missing the time, since i stayed up all night wednesday putting it together. i felt like an idiot. i sat alone at lunch, i only shared my lunch period with one of my friends. but she was busy hanging with her boyfriend. i ended up skipping and just spending the time volunteering at the library. the more hours the better. the day seemed to drag on, especially since i had to stay later. like most if not all the other kids who did student council, we were only doing it for our college applications. i didn't get along well with the other kids. not in the way where we would fight or anything. they were all just so pretentious and snobby. they would always undermind me, as if i could never be an intellectual individual like them. i spent the whole 4 hours i had to stay there wanting to stick my face in a hot pan of oil. when it was all FINALLY over, i sat in my car for a minute. i felt so.. worthless. everything i did didn't feel like enough, maybe it wasn't enough. what's the point of doing all these things if i wasn't even good at any of it? it wasn't long before tears filled my eyes. but i watched as the other kids from student council walked over to their fancy cars. and i realized the last thing i needed was for them to see me crying in car that probably should've been in a junkyard AGES ago. i didn't want to go home, my parents would only make me feel worse. i called tyler and asked if i could come over. he said yes and with that i drove over to his house in silence. my thoughts racing through my head were the only things i could hear. i will never be good enough. for anyone, for anything. what is the point in even trying?

eventually i knocked on tyler's door. to which he answered with a smile. it was a struggle for me to return one back. i didn't say anything at first, tyler was telling me about some story about him and josh. i couldn't focus though, my head was spinning. tyler noticed, he reached out and touched my shoulder lightly. "what's going on y/n?", tyler spoke softly. i tried to shrug it off, but tyler was more stubborn than i was.

"i know you're not okay, what's up?", tyler looked over at me softly. i wanted to tell him not to worry about it. my problems were stupid anyways. but i knew tyler wasn't one to let these kind of things go.

"what is the point of trying if i'll never be good enough.."

"trying to do what?"

"everything.", i let out a sigh.

"all i do is try, try, try. and yet i always fall short every single time i mean- it's exhausting.", as much as i tried to fight it tears fell from my eyes.

"i'm not good enough i-"

"y/n please.", tyler reached out and held my hand.

"you are more than amazing. you are the most hard working, driven person i know."

"you have to say that-"

"i mean it.", my cloudy eyes met tyler's brown ones.

"i think you're more than enough, you have such amazing things ahead of you. and that's all because of your dedication. i'm so proud of you.", i practically fell into tyler's arms. he rubbed my back as he spoke over my muffled sobs.

"you're so perfect to me y/n, i admire you.", those word silenced the negative thoughts pounding in my head. tyler's arms made me feel safe. i finally felt okay. i always knew tyler had a way with words thanks to his music. but this was so much better than that. i finally felt like i was enough.

“look at me y/n.”, i hesitated for a moment before i lifted my head up. this was the closest we’ve ever been, our inches only inches away from each other.

“i think you’re so lovely.”, my cheeks flushed a little bit. tyler’s compliment making my heart skip a beat.

“as long as you think so.”

[pupp0ccino]

CAN I DRAW YOU??/nf

AHHH IM STILL SO HAPPYYY

OFCCCC I LOVE FANART SMMM ‹𝟹

[lunatheartist22446]

kicking my feet

@knifecatss sona!! >u< really bad doodlesss-!! But they where funnnn

[dogzrcuteee]

Trixie and Starlight 💙💜✨

I love them smmm AHHH

[imbeingtauntedbyachild]

Ahhh he's so pretty!!! I love him smmm....wait. spades...blue...oh no

[rafestify]

AHHH I LOVE THIS SMMM I WAS A HUGEEE MAN UTD FAN BACK THEN AND I STOPPED WATCHING FOOTBALL FOR NO ABSOLUTE REASON, SO I LOVEE THIS REQUEST SMM AND I CANT WAIT TO WRITE THIS, however anon do u mind if i write this for rafe instead of drew because idk i just feel like writing this for rafe 😞😞😞