Request- “LOOK AT MY BICEPS.”
WHY THE FUCKING HELL WOULD YOU SHIP PRATNISS THOUGH AS A ROMANTIC PAIRING.
Request- I tried drawing a hand….I tried.
Request- Tsk tsk no milk for you.
Request- Bless the heavens.
Request- Face it the girl wouldn’t be able to kill an army of paralyzed sheep.
aww let me give you a hug and feed you love and rainicorns.
Request- I hear it works wonders on your T-zone.
aw but it’s time to let that one go, it was a bit too cluttered in the first place.
stop it you’re making me blUSH