Jamison Fawkes - Blog Posts
Jumping in on boombox and actually posting once and awhile
tiny dudes
❤️🩹⛓️💥late night sketch with some outlast vibe for Junkrat⛓️💥❤️🩹
And thank you so much for 800 subs!
I made this in grade... 8 I think? anyway, I like it, I think it's funny.
I'm had a period where I realllllyyyy liked boombox and this was a result of it. It's obviously a parody of Luka and Miku's Magnet (which i loooveee so much mm lesbian). I made it during class on paint.net using trackpad
He rat on my junk till I explode. He road on my hog till I need an inhaler. Need I say more
Messy doodle page of my mains
Trying out (another) new style with the rat im now obsessed with (for some reason)
Jamison Fawkes has infected me and now i am feral.
I don’t know what compelled me to draw this, but I felt like sketching junkrat stuck on a comically large rat glue trap
This was supposed to be a keychain design but then I kind of forgot about it and gave up
Junkrat turned BABYRAT
i just felt like drawing child Junkrat idk…. I don’t have access to my pc tablet right now so it low-key bad 💔
Here, have some quicky warm up with my second favorite junkrat ship, after roadrat.
Junkrat Krampus
"Agh, piece of junk!"
a junkrat sketch i made like a month ago. i think his voice line when he gets discorded is funny every time i hear it
I got a discord server now I guess 🤷♂️
🔥WE ARE BLOODTHIRSTY MALE LOVERS🔥
⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️:THIS IS NOT A DATING SERVER!!! AND WE ONLY SEXUALIZE FICTIONAL MEN AND CELEBRITIES!!!
Hello and thank you for reading this. This is a fresh as spring community with empty seats ready to be filled.
What is our purpose? To bring together male lovers who have the strangest "hear me outs", crippling father issues, or just want some people to hangout with.
What are your requirements? Please please please be +18, if we suspect otherwise we will privately request for verification. Sure all the signs read as gay male centered but if you enjoy this server if you are not gay or male. All respectful people are welcome, please keep in mind this is a public server and no disrespect will be tolerated.
All these sound appealing? Click the link button today!!!
I got a discord server now I guess 🤷♂️
🔥WE ARE BLOODTHIRSTY MALE LOVERS🔥
⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️:THIS IS NOT A DATING SERVER!!! AND WE ONLY SEXUALIZE FICTIONAL MEN AND CELEBRITIES!!!
Hello and thank you for reading this. This is a fresh as spring community with empty seats ready to be filled.
What is our purpose? To bring together male lovers who have the strangest "hear me outs", crippling father issues, or just want some people to hangout with.
What are your requirements? Please please please be +18, if we suspect otherwise we will privately request for verification. Sure all the signs read as gay male centered but if you enjoy this server if you are not gay or male. All respectful people are welcome, please keep in mind this is a public server and no disrespect will be tolerated.
All these sound appealing? Click the link button today!!!
My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 8
Preview
Running over as fast as possible, I slid just to the porch like how a race car drifts a corner, kicking up a cloud of dust behind me. Walking in I take off my shoes and just stand at the door awkwardly.
"Sit down Jamison, I'm just fixing you up a bowl"
The table is wide and tall with steep chairs to accommodate Mako’s big size. I’m practically a little kid who was finally allowed to sit at the adult table instead of the high chair.
"S-so um, Mako what's for grub?"
Pouring something into a bowl, his big hands handling everything with care. His expression focused, he must've put a shit ton of effort into this meal. When Mako is finished filling the bowl, he walks over to me and places the bowl down. With his big frame looming over me I can feel my mouth getting dry, my heart racing as he draws closer. My soul carnally craves every fiber of his being all over me.
"Want anything to drink?"
"U-uh yeah, water is fine."
I look into the bowl, stew? Swirling my finger into the mixture and taste it.
"O-oh fuck."
"What? Is something wrong?"
"THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"
Standing from my oversized chair to look inside the bowl, eyes fixated, unable to comprehend the hot soothing sensation in my mouth. Mako slides over my cup of water while placing a bun in the stew.
"WHAT IS THIS!?"
"Use your inside voice and sit down then I'll tell you. Also, your spoon is right there, use it."
Seated in my chair, desperately needing the knowledge on why this stew is so good!!!
"Want me to get you some pillows to sit on or something? You look quite small."
"Yeah, sure."
Before I could say anything, he already got 2 pillows. Rinsing only my butt to let him put the pillows down, the smell of Mako’s cologne overwhelms my senses. Next thing I know my hand on his head, running my fingers through his soft silver hair.
"J-Jamison…you’re um…"
“...Mako!!! I-i um, I’m sorry!!! I was in a haze then suddenly-”
“Pfft it’s fine, just caught me by surprise. A warning next time would be nice.”
"Well um, your hair is soft. What hair products do you use?"
He stands up and looks away blushing under his mask.
"Just… whatever is on clearance."
Sitting across from each other, the table and chairs don't affect Mako’s size. Looks like an average person, he must've got these custom or something.
"So what's in the stew?"
"I had some leftover tofu and I made some stew out of it. Threw in celery, carrots, peas, basil, brown sugar and simmered it on low heat for the day."
"Wait, you're vegan?"
"Not exactly, just went through a vegan phase. B-but I try to find meat that is ethically sourced but sometimes I get some fast food or buy a steak from the grocery store that's on sale."
"Hmmm."
The need to keep devouring my stew is overtaking me, it's so fucking amazing!!! It's like how in the movies, mothers make heartwarming meals. My entire body feels warmed, has Mako always been such a good cook?
"So Jamison, how do you see our relationship?"
With a dazed expression, I perk up from my dinner.
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Just realized it's Junkrat's birthday uhhh go read my fanfiction I just posted a new chapter on Wattpad
And it's on AO3 too but this version is incomplete and has no updates
Happy birthday Junkrat!!!
My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 7
Preview
Looking down the left hall, I see the familiar flow of dark brown hair and clacking heels echoing around the empty halls. Breaking my hand from Mako’s, I ran down to see who it could be.
“Jamison, what are you-”
When I saw who it was, I slid to a stop on the smooth marble floors. Smiling widely as I frantically wave at her.
"Oi!!! Symetra!!! It's me, the guy working on your car right now!!!"
Symetra’s eyes widened in shock, for a moment she was a deer in headlights. Relaxing my smile, I rest my hand on my neck as I walk over. But I’m instantly greeted with a clipboard to the face, knocking me to the ground.
“ARE YOU STALKING ME OR SOMETHING!?!! WHY ARE YOU AT MY PLACE OF WORK!?!!
"Uuuugghhh-"
Sluggishly I sit up, rubbing my throbbing cheek.
"No, don't bother, I'll call security to escort you immediately!!!"
Mako rushes to my side and helps me to my feet.
“Uuuugh, Jesus Christ, Mako.”
As I lean against him, he makes me stand on my own.
“Come on Jamison, you and I both know one strike isn’t enough to take you out. You’re just being dramatic so you can be cuddly.”
Rubbing my sore face, I pose dramatically.
“Oh, but my darling, Mako. Is it such a crime to fawn over you?”
“Mako…Mako Ruthledge? The on-hand mechanic that I hired?”
Both of us turn our attention to Symetra, Mako nodding yes in response.
“Sooooo you’re his…son?”
“SON!?!!”
We shout panicked.
“IS THAT WHAT STRANGERS SEE IN US!?!!”
I stand up straight to push distance from Mako, his eyes are wide and his forehead is popping a vein.
“I-i, I don’t know!?!! The only thing we have is white skin. Mine is a bit more tan but still…I…wha!?!! I’m way bigger than you a-and-”
Cocking her head to her side, Symetra’s brow furrows.
“Well, what are you guys!?!!”
“BOYFRIENDS!!!!!”
Dead silent, Symetra stands as stiff as a tree. The lack of sound in the room is almost deafening as everyone is posed standoffish, my insides are gonna explode if I don’t say anything.
“So um… Miss Vaswani, the repairs on your car are going swimmingly. Confidently I can say we are almost finished with the repairs, just waiting on a few or parts to come in. Your car has also been an example for teaching the new set of hands we recently hired.”
“Excuse me, you’ve been using my car to train new hires?”
Instantly, Mako takes my hand and drags me down the hall.
“Oi Mako, we were talking!!!”
Not responding, Mako pulls me far away from Symetra and down a hall. Finally when some distance is gained Mako stops, his body releasing some tension.
“Sorry Jamison…I wanted to leave that conversation. I was getting extremely uncomfortable.”
From behind I hug Mako, my hands resting on his chest. His big hand takes mine as Mako sinks into the embrace and melts into me.
“Jamison…”
Pulling me off his back, he turns me to face him. Mako’s expression is soft as his other hand reaches up to hold my face. Closing my eyes, I lean into his hand as I hold his arms.
“Really… no hesitation…at all?”
In his hand, I nod no while snuggling into his hand. My eyes open, looking into Mako’s sensual but worried expression. His brow furrowed and his eyes wandered from me to around the room.
“Why, did your boat get shaken? Insecure that people think I’m your son?”
“No, no, I…well…in a way yeah. Some say 23 years apart is a big age gap, that's like…could’ve been your dad kind of gap.”
The expression on my face turns annoyed, propping my head up from Mako’s hand.
“Tch, well they aren’t in our relationship. I don’t give a damn what people think, not even Holland. Fuck em’, fuck em’ all!!! Haha!!!”
Tightly, I hold his hands with a toothy grin. Pulling Mako closer to me, we rest our foreheads on each other as I hold his face.
“No one is ever gonna stop me from following my heart!!!”
Wide-eyed, it’s like something clicks in Mako’s head.
“Jamison…”
Comfortably, Mako’s arms wrap around me, his hands not holding onto anything in particular.
“...you really are something. You’ve always been so much braver than me.”
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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 6
Preview
Packing ourselves into the truck, Lúcio takes off his hood to reveal dreadlocks with the tips dyed green.
"Uuuuhh Lúcio, is your favorite color green?"
"Hm? How could you tell?"
Turning around to face him, my eyes scan like a machine up and down his appearance.
"Green sweater, green headphones, green hair, green suitcases, green sneakers. Next thing I find out you have green nickers and use green condoms."
"Pfft I guess so, didn't think it was so obvious.”
“What!?!! Come on, I expect you to recite all the shades of green the human eye can see.”
Holland taps my shoulder.
"Jamison, you can talk to Lúcio facing the front."
"Y-yes sir."
Lúcio giggles while covering his mouth making me turn in my seat to talk to him again.
"Oi!!! What's so funny, mate!!!"
"You're practically under my uncle's thumb, aren't you? I didn't mean to be rude if it comes off like that."
"W-well he's nice to me and stuff so-"
Again, Holland taps my shoulder, snapping me to face forward.
"Jamison, how would you like to sit in the back? Talking with Lúcio would be much easier."
"Haha, boy would I?"
We pull over and I switch into the back, bringing my bag.
"Damn dude, your bag is huge."
"Well, it has all my stuff just in case."
I start shuffling around in my bag bringing out stuff in it and putting it back in after I say what they are.
"It has my meds, my knife, extra tissues, money, phone, protein bars, small water bottles, gum in case my breath is too stinky, Bluetooth headphones -"
“Don’t worry, I get the idea, don’t need a bag tour."
"Well, why don't you give me a bag tour of your own?"
"No thanks, dude."
“Siiiigh, alright mate.”
Sinking into my seat, my eyes wander to the window. But I don’t roll it down since I’m not sure if Lúcio enjoys his dreadlocks in the wind. Driving by a group of buildings, I’m able to catch what displays of Lúcio’s phone.
“Moore Park Synthetic Field, Macedonian Soccer Field, Heffron Park Synthetic Soccer…”
“Hm?”
Baffled, Lúcio looks up from his phone at me. My attention then diverts from the window.
“U-um…Do you play soccer or something?"
"Huh!?"
"Sorry, your phone, you're looking for public soccer fields."
"O-oh yeah, wanna join? It's rather boring playing by yourself. I’m sure tio has some footballs in the garage, he’s probably bought some just for me."
Rashly I take his phone and find a field closer to our place.
"The field in Condell Park, that's a bit closer to home."
Handing Lúcio back his phone, he looks a bit taken aback then instantly snaps back to being bubbly.
"Hell yeah that sounds great, I’ll pick you up in tio’s truck."
“Naw, the skate ain’t tooooo far.”
Chatting for the rest of the drive, Lúcio and Holland drop me off at my apartment so they can have some uncle-nephew time. Leaving me with Lúcio’s number in my contacts.
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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 5
Preview
"Oh Junkenstein-"
“AH!!!”
Flinging my arms in the air, I accidentally spill punch on the grey carpet.
“Aw fuck, hey Witch, make a damn noise next time so I don’t end up staining the carpet.”
Leaning down to clean the carpet, Witch stops me.
“Doesn’t matter, there's someone I’m excited for you to meet.”
Gesturing behind herself, a black woman with glowing orange sunshine skin leans forward with her hands behind her back. We all stare in silence, unsure if anything is supposed to happen. Annoyed, Witch nudges the girl with her elbow.
“Come on Sunflower, introduce yourself.”
The girl sits up straight, her bright blue eyes wide.
“Oh, I thought you were introducing me.”
“Well you thought wrong, come on you’re a big girl. Can’t possibly be that challenging, roight?”
Chuckling as she covers her mouth, the girl shoves Witch’s head with ease as she’s about taller than Witch but shorter than me.
“Ayy alright, alright hahaha. My name is Sunflower, I’m from London and have been living with Witch for… a few months? Yeah.”
“Ohhh London Ohio or London Ontario?”
Everyone stares at me with their mouths agape. Except Mako, he has a mask on. Dumbfounded Sunflower pushes her long wavey hair back, dyed orange on the top of her head and changing to purple halfway down.
“U-um, London England?”
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK MATE!!!”
“Haha well, I guess that's an easy mistake to make.”
Slowly her eyes look at my costume up and down, as if to take her time pondering.
“Are you…a veterinarian?”
“Oh what, Mako here is my big green mutt?”
Pointing my thumb behind me to Mako, it catches him a bit off guard as he holds two plates of party snacks.
“Hm? What are you guys talking about?”
Mako focuses his attention on the conversation as he hands me a plate of food. The purple paper plate has a row of crackers along the edge with cheese and meat to complete the circle. In the center, there is a pile of pretzel sticks and a green vanilla cupcake. Instantly Mako takes the treat from my hand and sets it back down on the plate.
“Come on Jamison, you’re gonna be drinking your face off so eat smartly.”
“Siiiigh, ok mate. But only cause it’s you saying it.”
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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 4
Preview
“Yeah but uuuuuuggggghhhh gaaahhhh bleehhhh, such a fuckin pain to start.”
We enter the customer service area, which is also the main entrance but that doesn’t matter, and the lady who owns the Hyundai Sonata sits in the row of chairs set up along the entry doorway. Both Holland and I slouch against the front desk to spit her the news. With his arms crossed, Holland looks solemnly at the lady.
"Excuse me, ma'am, do you have anyone to pick you up?”
Petrified, the woman's eyes widen as she touches her hair, stroking it like a cat.
“W-why? What seems to be the problem, sir?
“Your car ran out of blinker fluid. Ow-”
My cocky smile was wiped off by Holland cocking me in the back of my noggin.
“Don’t mind him, ma’am, your car has traces of water mixed with your oil.
Halting her strokes, she tightly grasps her hair.
"O-oh gosh, that's terrible, I recently took my car to get an oil change. I had a bad feeling when I had to pay around 16000-"
Unslouching, my face twists in absolute horror as I grab my head.
"16000 DOLLARS!? FOR AN OIL CHANGE!?"
The lady looks at me annoyed, shooting daggers with her eyes.
"Rupees…"
Sliding my hands off my head, they still linger in the air as I stare at her concerned.
“Like the jewels from Legend of Zelda? No fuckin way they charged you the currency of Hyrule!!!”
Gritting her teeth, she’s pissed off.
“...the currency of India.”
Standing my whole body straight, I look away deeply embarrassed.
"Sorry..."
Holland takes control of the conversation and hands a clipboard to the lady.
"Here, just write your name and phone number at the bottom. This is going to be pocket gouging since we could be replacing a lot of rusted parts, if not the whole engine. So if you need any help paying, I can stick in a couple of dollars. By the way, you never answered if you have a ride or not."
Taking a deep breath, she takes a minute to answer while she writes her information on the clipboard.
"I can call an Uber driver so I have a ride. I also have the money to cover the parts so that’s no sweat."
A sigh of relief escapes me as I leave to start working on the car. She might think I’m some rude jerk off but I still give a damn about her.
Unsure of where to start, I take out a wrench set and try to decide which one to take while Holland strolls in. Lifting my head, I turn to face him.
"So what's her name sir?"
"Satya Vaswani."
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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 3
Preview
Riding my skateboard down to the skate park, wind flows through my hair as I start to put on my helmet. Clipping it on, I push my board faster as I’m already late.
Before I left home I changed my clothes into something more comfortable, a yellow muscle shirt, grey basketball shorts, and my pair of runners.
Pulling down my athletic gloves, I pull my board into the park.
“Ehhh more crowded than usual, some sort of birthday party or what?”
Flipping my board up into my hands, I walk to wear my friend, Witch, usually sits. Wearing a black, midthigh length dress with lace across her collar, she puffs clouds as she enjoys a blunt. Her short fluffy black hair rests on her shoulders while she looks out into the distance. Putting the blunt to her lips, she gets black lipstick on the end as she takes a drag. Sitting on those parking lot concrete blocks, her arm rests on her plus-sized stomach while she leans forward. Tattoos blanket her arm from the tips of her finger, covering her shoulder and wrapping around her breast and shoulder blade.
“Junkrat… JUNKRAT!!!!”
Noticing me, my body tenses up as her sneakers pound the pavement toward me. Grabbing me by the helmet strap, she pulls me down to her level.
“O-ow fuck, I feel like you don’t understand how short you are sometimes.”
Scoffing at me she shakes her head.
“I’m only 5’1” ya cunt, now where the fuck were you?”
“I-i slept over with my new boyfriend.”
Loosening her grip, I’m able to straighten myself out as she looks at me wide-eyed.
“What?”
“Nothing just didn’t know you were gay mate.”
“YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHEN ALL I TALK ABOUT IS MY COWORKER!?!!”
“I THOUGHT HE’S THE ONLY OTHER EMPLOYEE AT YOUR STUPID… JOB, THING!!!”
“I’M A GODDAMN MECHANIC!!!”
“LITERALLY NOT THE POINT, YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND…”
Checking side to side, like anyone cares, she steps to me closer and talks quietly.
“...so who is it?”
“Remember that coworker?”
“YOU PULLED HIM!?!!’
“Well, he pulled me but at least I got him.”
“Did you…”
Making an ‘ok’ sign, she sticks her finger in to symbolize sex.
“NO!!!! A-at least not yet, he did um… rub one outta me this morning.”
“Explains the marks on your neck.”
Instinctively I cover my neck where Mako kissed me.
“WHAT!?!!”
Smiling wide, Witch giggles at me.
“Hehehe, don’t worry it’s not too bad. Guarantee they’ll go away in a few days. I’m sure a couple of hickeys won’t debilitate you.”
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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 2
Preview
My sleep is disturbed by the noise of my apartment buzzer, I drowsily check my phone. 7:10 am, Jesus fuck, I was supposed to wake up an hour ago!!! Stumbling out of bed, I make my way to the speaker butt-naked!!!
"MAKO!!! Uhhh good morning, mate?"
"I've been trying to get you up for like 10 minutes, how heavy of a sleeper are you?"
"Damn, I didn't realize heh. Well, I'll buzz you up, but give me a minute to shower. Wanna look nice and sparkly for ya."
I gather my clothes and run into the shower. Cleaning every inch of my body I could as I simultaneously brush my teeth. Unfortunately, got soap in my mouth, so I tried to rinse my mouth with shower water. Spitting and coughing like a cigarette-addicted smoker. When I get out of the shower I don’t bother to brush my hair and start getting dressed. I wear a black long-sleeve that has Shadow the Hedgehog on the front, and a pair of baggy jeans shorts that cut off at the knee, I belt the shorts and put on some plain socks with a red stripe around the top.
Exiting the bathroom I see Mako sitting on the floor. Looking down at his outfit he has a black bomber jacket that has pins and patches, a pair of baggy pants, and some DC shoes. Glancing back at his face and his mask is the same as usual, with the cute pig face on the side. His dark eyes have some messy eyeliner and his silver hair is down. Fidgeting with the gold rings on his right hand, he also tugs his fingerless glove on the other hand to make sure it's on tight.
"Mako, why are you on the floor?"
"I didn't want to break your bed…”
Getting up, his eyes wander around.
“…your room is cleaner than I thought it would be and smaller too. You should do laundry though."
"Hey, I don't look like the type of guy to have a messy room right?"
Grumbling to myself, we crowd around the exit.
“Also the laundry mat is temporarily closed.”
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I put on my steel-toe shoes. It’s a brown exercise bag that I thrifted years ago that carries all my shit. Such as my knife, protein bars, pain medication so it doesn’t feel like my nerve endings are being ripped out in my arm and leg, my phone, headphones, and napkins. Anything the average Aussie bloke wouldn’t complain about.
"You kinda do, considering your workbench. Saw you clean that like five times yesterday. Expected a bomb would’ve gone off in your room."
Impulsively I kick Mako in the shin with my steel-toe shoes.
"JESUS, ARE THOSE THE ONLY FUCKIN SHOES YOU OWN!?!!"
Jumping up, he holds his shin.
"Yeah, what about them? Well, I got some runners but I don’t want to wear them."
Vengefully he kicks me in the shin back.
“OW, WHAT THE FUCK!?!!”
"Shall we get going?"
Holding the door open like a cocky fuckin cunt, we both stumble out holding our shins. When we make it out he opens the passenger car door like I'm a princess.
“Oh, Mako you shouldn’t have!!!”
Jokingly I sway my hips as I grip the strap of my bag like a girl, cheekily grinning. Without warning he cups my face into his hand, the surprise embrace causes my heart to skip a beat.
“M-my Mako, you’re becoming more out of pocket by the second.”
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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction
Chapter 1
Preview
I got out of bed as quickly as possible, rushed to put on my clothes, and didn't even stop for breakfast, running into the subway as fast as my limp can take me. When I get on the train, taking a seat and pulled out my phone. FUCK, today is the day, my right arm shakes from all these mixed-up feelings inside me, like a mixed-up-feeling soup. The subway cart stopped and I got off and hurried to work. I couldn't wait, I had to see him, I HAD TO SEE HIM NOW!!! I raced to the car shop, opened the front door, and shouted at the top of my lungs.
"MAKO, DON'T GO PLEASE!!!"
"Jamison, I'm just going into contract work, I'm not going to die"
My face wells up with tears as I clench my fists.
"But I'm going to miss you in the shop!!! I'm going to miss you so much and-"
"H-hey, please calm down"
Mako hands me a cloth and I wipe my tear-ridden face, chuckling, and reassure me that he's going to be ok. He is going to be working as a mechanic for construction vehicles like forklifts and cranes, even though he's the best car mechanic in the business. We’ve worked together for so long that his leaving is so strange, and we've practically become partners. If he leaves, what am I supposed to do?
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Hey everyone, made this account so I can look at roadrat stuff. And here I am making roadrat stuff. Please check out my fic (only if you want to, no pressure!!!) and for readers of my fic. Welcome, I'm here to discuss story ideas and topics as such. Please please please be respectful and have a lovely day!!! ❤️❤️❤️
did that one thing i've seen going around tumblr recently
Made em cats. will be making more because my friends like them
We got catsidy, meowra, junkcat and brigittnya
hope y'all like em :>]
my first few experiences with quickplay after not touching it since last season