#Sam being the best

[cursedcupcakemaster]

I would like Coffee and Cotton Candy (platonic) with a reader who has a breakdown due to stress (I keep requesting here cuz I love it , can I be 🇳🇵anon?)

Sure you can and I'm really glad someone enjoys my menu

Dad staff is pretty fun

Order; Family size Cotton Candy Frappuccino/coffee with cotton candy

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, the nrc staff or the reader,NRC and the staff along with Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the characters, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;mental health problems, Crowley being a huge dumbass, some of these are short

Platonic family staff x reader

Stress is a killer

Divus Crewel

You were showing signs and he didn't have the time to notice

Divus was busy with lesson planning for the naughty puppies in his class and believed you were fine and when that wasn't the case he was designing a new collection

Divus believed if he could do it so could his pup, you were talented yes but this time this time you felt as if you couldn't do it

When Crowley wasn't asking you for favors or you weren't dealing with homework you were dealing with feelings that none of your designs were good enough

Many of the designs you had ended up in the rubbish bin because they were too simple or complicated in your eyes

Your grades were starting to slip as a result and that's when Divus knew he had to talk with you

His scolding hurt, hurt more than when your own thoughts told you, you weren't good enough

"This is unacceptable pup, if I can do these things you should be able to as wel-"

This was the final straw before you broke and cried

This shocked the fur coated man and he finally asked what was wrong and you told him everything

Guilt spread across his face, he didn't realize you were so overwhelmed

The first thing he does is take you out for a father and daughter/son/child day

Takes you to your favorite shop, nails and hair done if you're into that sort of thing, gets your favorite treat

Divus also helps you work on your designs reminding you that some of the greatest designers didn't become famous over night

He may be hard on you but he does love you dearly

Mozus Trein

He isn't your father but rather your grandfather

Another strict guardian but he's a little more lenient with you

Mozus knows you enjoy helping people and it warms his heart espically if you happen to be spoiling Lucius at the time

What you didn't tell him was that everyone was requesting your help every single time you had an ounce for free time

Much like a certain maiden with a glass slipper you always were pulled left and right until you were incredibly dizzy and today was the very last straw

You were overwhelmed from all these favors and in the middle of his lecture something that never happens finally did

You had let out a very loud scream making everyone including your grandpa look at you after the last favor had been asked of you when the student could have done it themselves and you ran out of the room crying

Mozus had never known you to ever behave like that

He told the class to stay in their seats and read pages 378 to 394 while he went to go check on you with Lucius

Mozus knew Lucius would be able to find you easily so he set the feline down before meowing once he got a scent and led the older man to you

He found you in the forest behind the school crying, the sound broke his heart

He allowed Lucius to go to you first with the cat meowing softly to get your attention and rubbing against you

Sniffling you pet the cat before Trein asked you

"What happened to make you cry like that?"

You told him everything including that the stress was finally too much for you

Sweet grandpa mode is activated

He tells you not to accept anymore favors the rest of the week and sees to it that you have time to relax including bringing you to your favorite book and music stores, playing the piano with you while Lucius meows along to the notes

Mozus is old but he's not a fool, he knows even the kindest hearts have their limits so he's always there for you

Ashton Vargas

It really isn't easy being the kid of Ashton Vargas himself

Muscle dad means a lot of discipline

Ashton makes sure you have plenty of protein in your diet as well as a routine to stay in shape

Unfortunately you had signed up for a little competition and while your dad was proud of you there was a bit of a sinking feeling in your chest upon seeing your competitors

You went through your usual routine with your dad but with each match that same gnawing feeling in your belly was getting worse and worse

The crowds really didn't help either with them shouting for one of you to destroy the other

You did win a few rounds but Ashton knew something was wrong based on how your posture was in the last round

You didn't even speak to him as you walked home worrying him even more

That night you ate in silence before going to your room without speaking a word

He thought you just needed time to calm down for a bit until he heard you scream along with a crash

Ashton ran upstairs and saw you crying with your room in a wreck

He didn't understand until you told him it wouldn't be enough, your strength couldn't possibly beat your opponent in the next round, that you weren't worthy enough to attend NRC let alone be related to him

Ashton couldn't believe what he was hearing and hugged you while you sobbed

"You are enough and like it or not you're my child, you are you and you know what that means?"

You shook your head before be spoke again

"It means you're the best, you can win and I know you will"

Ashton attended the match to watch you fight and just as he said you had won

After this he decided you might need a break from all the crazy shit so he took you camping

It was probably your best trip yet

No matter what he does care and knows it's fine to take breaks so you don't feel as if the world is collapsing around you

Sam

Being your older brothers assistant had its perks

You got to see all sorts of different objects some of which were bewitched and the snacks you got with your allowance weren't too bad either

Unfortunately Sam couldn't always help you, and while you had this job, you were still a student

Sometimes you also had to clean up the mess of a certain one braincell trio

They always thanked you but they still got you into trouble

It was a hassle but you dealt with it since you figured there were worse things that could happen

One incident you could think of off the top of your head was a certain flaming haired boy who you gamed with almost dying after nearly being forced to marry some ghost princess

Another was the time your friends got possessed by ghosts and getting there just in time

Unfortunately unlike those incidents, this couldn't be stopped

Some students started fighting and it went from a fist fight to a magic fight

Try as you might you couldn't stop them from wrecking the store until almost nothing was unscathed from the fight

Seeing all of this you started to cry because you knew Sam would be so upset with you

When he did come he wasn't angry with you but he was angry with the idiots that wrecked the store he made them clean up the mess if they didn't want to be banned for life

Sam went over to you and placed a hand on your head

"Hey now darlin, it's okay don't cry I'm not mad at you, you didn't know things would get out of hand" he said

Once he was sure you were calmed down he had the store closed down for the day and made all your favorite foods

The family had taught him long ago good food can always make things a little better

Sam is a businessman but he's a big brother first and foremost

Dire Crowley

Dire isn't the best at parenting, let alone being a headmaster of a school but he does try in terms of taking care of you

Yes he asks you for your help when it comes to the whole "incidents " that had plagued the school for the past couple of months

It didn't really help that your father was often called away for "other matters"

It wasn't just those incidents that made it worse, ghosts, a deranged mage who wanted to get rid of magic and a guy who tried to turn you all into puppets those were just a few of the many reasons your blood pressure went up while your mental health shattered

The final straw was the incident where Grim was transformed by the blot, he nearly died, you all did and you broke down in tears yelled at your father when he tried to comfort you

"You're always running away! Do you have any idea how I feel! It's always me! Always me taking care of these things while you're off seven knows where! ! I'm so tired dad...I'm so tired " tears ran down your face while Dire embraced you

"I'm so sorry my little raven, I didn't mean to make you go through all this alone I promise I won't leave you all alone again" he soothed you as cried out all the tears that had been kept in for so long

After a few days you guys tended a garden you've been raising ever since you were little and once night came, watching the stars pass over the school

Like I said he's not the greatest father but he tries his best and when the worst comes he will always, always be there for you

[recny]

what's the musical inspiration for the vampire lestat?

[spookberry]

love tucker's stupid mistletoe hat

Bonus:

[wanologic]

live fast die young

[beebox-illustrations]

Happy Easter!! ✨🐝

Thought the boys deserved at least one nice, happy Easter egg hunt and in my mind Bobby did so too :)

Have a fantastic Sunday 🌻

[starry-bi-sky]

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

[endoferasandallthings]

[sammybeann]

So there's been a lil interest in me continuing this lil guy, so I've decided to make it a whole ass fic. So enjoy the filler chapter for now, as I have COVID and have lost my will to live. I promise it'll get more delicious, though, and we'll dial creep!Dean up to 100.

So what if Sam gets injured on a hunt, tossed around like a ragdoll by an angry vengeful spirit and smacks his pretty little head hard against a concrete wall?

Dean ends up finishing the spirit out, but Sammy is out fucking cold so he has little choice but to take him to the hospital. 

Finally, Sam wakes up and Dean's relief is immediate and immense, and that was until Sam made eye contact, glossy, confused hazel eyes meeting Dean's before asking "who the hell are you? Where am I?!"

The doctor comes in before Dean can answer, shooing the older Winchester out of the room so he can assess Sam's condition. 

Minutes felt like hours before the doctor emerged from the room, his brows furrowed as he explained to Dean that it appeared Sam was suffering from a pretty bad case of amnesia, only remembering certain events in his life, but had no recollection of people, unable to name off any family members or friends. And though his physical injuries would heal and he'd be okay, he wasn't sure Sam would ever recover his memories. 

When Dean re-emerged into Sam's room, he was met once again with an apprehensive look from the baby brother who once looked up at him with stars in his eyes instead of caution. 

After some prying, Dean had come to learn Sam knew his own name, remembered Stanford but nobody there, and mentioned memories of creatures and monsters, but still had no idea who the rough looking man in a dirty leather jacket with blood from Sam's head wound still on his hands was. 

"So, who are you, anyway?" He asked for the second time. 

Before he could really think about it, fight with the devil and angel on his shoulder on whether or not he should betray Sam's trust like this, cross a line he'd never be able to come back from, the words already left his mouth. 

"I'm your husband," he told Sam, who's eyebrows shot up comically high. "I...uh... we've been together since we were teenagers. Got married last year, the whole nine. We...we don't wear rings 'cause those monsters you talked about - they're real. We kill 'em."

Sam went white as a ghost. It wasn't as if this man was unattractive, and sure, he had been curious about the other sex growing up but he never thought he'd actually settle down with a whole ass man. There was also the news of the supernatural, sending a shock to his already overwhelmed system. 

"I...I don't...monsters, really? How the fuck am I supposed to kill monsters?! How am I married?! Oh, God. What am I supposed to do?!" An exasperated Sam exclaimed, big, watery doe eyes staring up at Dean, looking at him like he was his lifeline now, like Dean was his God that could fill in all the gaps for him. 

Guilt bubbled up inside Dean's chest, ugly and festering, but damn if that look from Sam didn't make it all worth it. He had his baby brother on a hook now, dependent and reliant on the only person he had. 

Dean bent down and ran a hand through Sam's mop of hair, leaning in to press a firm kiss against his forehead. 

"Hey, s'okay, baby. I'm here. I'll take care of you," he mumbled against Sam's clammy skin. "I got you."

Yeah, there was no was Dean wasn't going to hell for this, especially when Sam reached out to grab Dean's wrist, pulling his hand down to rest his cheek against Dean's callused palm. 

"Okay," Sam whispered brokenly. "I trust you."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 130

So. Danny, Ellie and Jazz are definitely Not on the run. They’re definitely not. They’re definitely not huddled up in an abandoned corner of Gotham being kept warm and guarded by Fright Knight, who has definitely not let his whole humanoid shape disappear into a more amorphous one of Fear and Shadow and Flame to keep everyone away. 

They’re definitely not alone now, their parents definitely aren’t dead now. They’re definitely not stitching up Danny or stabilizing Ellie. They’re not making a sling for Jazz’s broken arm and crying as the ghost of Autumn tries to soothe his ghostlings wards. 

[hyohaehyuk]

Compilation of Jam taking about their coffins

Source amc+ Every Midnight Snack | Season 1, Interview with the Vampire' Panel | SDCC 2022 | Entertainment Weekly, Young Hollywood - Does Jacob Anderson Know Interview With The Vampire Co-Star's Birthday?!, Brief Take - Sam Reid on Loustat, Armand's reveal, Théâtre des Vampires, IAmA REDDIT - Jacob Anderson and Sam Reid Q&A and Collider - Jacob Anderson & Sam Reid on Louis & Lestat's Relationship

i cant with them both making it quite obvious in the last 2 videos that they like laying in the coffin the most TOGETHER: - jacob saying it was only comfortable when he was sharing it

- sam (while smiling big as hell) saying "lestat was happy about that" while talking about how his last scene of s1 was closing himself in the coffin with louis. But only Lestat, Sam?! IDK bc it looks like Sam was pretty happy too 😒

[mintaikk]

Permanently stuck between "I love Sam Wilson Captain America omg he's amazing" and "Why the FUCK did Steve abandon all his friends?"

[milquetoad]

of the many injustices put forth toward the show by fans i think the most overall damaging and telling of a complete lack of critical viewership is the idea that sam riegel builds his characters with nothing more than the bit in mind. like you are only telling on yourself if you think characters like scanlan shorthalt and veth brennato are one-dimensional and depthless

[sampilled]

the scene in all hell breaks loose part one when andy sends dean a vision and when bobby asks him about it, he gets all defensive about it like "you know im not like that" sam gaycore moment

[running-on-narrativium]

So after seeing this post, I was inspired to make one of these! (With a few ocs thrown in)

🌿sensitiveplant

Everyone keeps telling me I should go to Ankh-Morpork…They want an ELF…to visit a city that’s mostly iron and pollution…should I be concerned? Am I being threatened?

🥒🔄clacksing-dr-c

That whole city’s got a threatening aura. RIVERS SHOULD NOT BE SOLID, PEOPLE!!!

🪷🔄mangrovemerman

FACTS^^^

🐌rainbowsbright

I got my first catering gig!!!! 😆

⚗️🔄miss-cheery

Congratulations!

🏹🔄certifiedhuman

Proud of u sweetie ❤️❤️❤️😘

🐲🔄sunshine-sanctuary-official✅

We’re looking forward to it, dear. I’m sure your food will be a big hit at the charity dinner. :) -Lady Sybil

⚔️🔄amcw-official✅

Can’t wait. Just don’t make anything with snails please. -Commander Vimes

🥀lady-of-the-underground

Question: how do you keep Feegles from getting into your stuff? Asking for a friend.

🐇🔄hat-full-of-sky

You can’t…😞

💀numberonegranddad

HOW DOES ONE ADD THE SMALL PICTURES?

🖤🔄inner-babysitter

You have to scroll to the bottom to change which keys you’re using.

💀🔄numberonegranddad

THANK YOU. 🐈‍⬛🐈🐱😸🍛🐴🐦‍⬛🐀💀💕

[infinity-brain]

If you know, you know :)

[g0th1k4]

reposting old stuff onto tumblr :P i have such a big love for S&M...

i have a ton more doodles to share that i Will post over time. but these are 100% my faves lmao :3