#im gonna eat them

[mochippyyy]

hehee rawr xD @bon3tea

[insomniacjellyfish]

They're the only thing in my mind recently if any of you got good davejade shit ols send it to me

[skitzoghosttt]

10 hours.......

I'm gona explode..... /silly

@thatsthat24

[millleti]

one day or

day one

[sw4mp-c0rp3s]

the sillies<33

guparmyguparmyguparmyguparmyguparmyguparmyguparmy-

[jadesnapart]

crying screaming etc

[starcapsuless]

Mlp oc redraw,, I've had them for over a year now and I'm still yet to think of a name!1!1 waaaahh!1!1

[vanoefucks]

im just a tiny bit insane abt them

[vashrisvirus]

r….ranpoe……….. they make me sick in the HEAD!!!!

[coolfunstrawberry]

I love prongsfoot so muchhhh 😭😭😭😭😭

[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

My pretty boys 🥺💖💕

[hanalovestwice]

😱😱

[nrdypaw]

[ingolds]

@indeath sent: ∗ 35. sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep. wolf :)

     his dreams are those of an animal’s - sprawling, open fields glittering in summer sun, a buck grazing by the riverbed turned away from him, antlers bent. the beast creeps quiet, paws skimming through billowing grass, and listens to the unbothered conversation of a group of crows in the treetops, the thunk of a woodpecker making its home. his body thrums with the hunt, hunkered low on all fours, and he pads carefully through jagged shade thrown by oaks and birch, avoiding brilliant afternoon light.

     the weather changes. gray clouds whorl in front of the sun, a bitter wind kicking up. it promises snow, ice forming on his nose, his hackles, and theo shifts in his sleep, ears twitching. the hares have hunkered down, pheasants fluttering away into hollowed-out trees long fallen, and the abrupt change leaves theo lost. the first snowflakes start to fall, melting down his spine, and when the storm kicks up hard enough to blanket their chest, it tugs at them enough that the fantasy landscape fades just slightly, cream-colored walls filtering through pine trees. there’s a long, cold line pressed to his front, like he’s reclined on an uncaring mountain’s peak, or tried to tuck himself into a snow bank.

     he grunts, half-awake, cracks a single gold eye open to see the top of nour’s head tucked into his chest, fingers curled into the long fur over their belly. his touch nips at their skin like the bright, cold morning after halloween, dead leaves skittering across a slate-gray sky. they nose at his hair, scent vanilla and the warmth of fresh-brewed coffee, and curl around him tighter, chasing that winter chill away.

nonverbal prompts / accepting

[reigobun]

early AT anniversary art

[temeyes]

been working all day, have some Bois!