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Q:i didnt know you were in to PDA ;)
theres a lot u dont know about me bby ;)))
Q:would you like me to ask it again so you can show off you dirty whore
oh seeth dont talk to me like that where my adoring fans can see
I swear if anyone I’m following tries to ship, in any way, shape or form, Criken & anyone from ABF or anyone from Roosterteeth.
I will hunt you down and murder you.
No one ruins my fandoms for me, ever.
i forgot this existed for a while
Apparently some fangirls have made gay fanfiction of my brother and his gaming friends.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
OH GOOD GOD
we aim 2 please
Q:Also the character bios h cdudlfidivboduv
Q:The about section is perfect
i found a site where u can put in words and itll make a story! so i made fanfic hope u liek it n___n
On a sensual and vivacious morning, Criken sat at his computer desk. It was Valentine’s Day and he was all alone. His right leg ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Oats to love someone with a passionate upper thigh?
Loosely, he began to recite a poem he had composed. “Ah, my love is like a delectable naughty bagpipe, all on a summer’s day. I wish my Oats would stroke me, in his own alluring way…”
“Do you?” Oats sat down beside Criken and put his hand on Criken’s left big toe. “I think that could be arranged.”
Criken gasped magically. “But what about my passionate upper thigh?”
“I like it,” Oats said lustfully. “I think it’s dreamy.”
They came together and their kiss was like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
“I love you,” Criken said gratefully.
“I love you too,” Oats replied and stroked him.
They bought a unicorn, moved in together, and lived touchingly ever after.
thank u kind patron dis is beatiful <3