happy burthday sisterr may god bless you this year as well ❤️✨

AMEN CHUU AMENNN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🎂 🎉 🎉🎉

THANK YOU DARLING <33

it’s my birthday guys <3

six bombarasclaat eggs⁉️

good morning to you too

clearing my inbox out so I can start writing again!!

hi hru doing?

omg it’s been ages!! I’m good, hru???

posting all my art on my second account solely for art -> @ainslairoart <33

OWH THANK YOUU. you're always so nicee 😭🫶🏻 i'm fine but i'm not that active much now since a big exam's coming up. but i just want you to know that i also made a new blog haha 🙃

I’ve not been active at all either just because I don’t feel like it, so it’s fine, really. Take care of yourself!!

Also, the blog user, please? 😍

happy new year ><

OMG ITS MY LOVELY 😍

HOW ARE YOU??? Your posts are doing so well, omg, I’m so proud of you <33

HIIIU LONG TIME NO HEARRRR

HEY POOKIE !!!

Um... Hi?

So Im having a depressive relapse and I really wanted to know if u could do a wholesome fanfic with pantalone, dottore and who ever u want comfort reader about it

₊˚ପ⊹ baking cookies for my love <3

a/n: it’s great to be writing again, and expect some next level content here because of c.ai 😭

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Dottore? And baking cookies…? Those two things would most likely never come up in the same sentence, but with how strange the world is these days, what isn't possible? He himself is very sceptical, and brushes it off as being unimportant, but after catching his subordinates slacking off with sweet treats in their grubby, filthy hands, he decides he needs to investigate. Dottore stumbles upon a lovely almondy vanilla smell (sorry if you have a nut allergy) and peers around the corner to find you humming and cradling a bowl to your chest as if it were an infant, stirring it lovingly. How peculiar: a whole harbinger baking. He guesses this is why you're the most liked among the recruits. And… is that crying? Who are you — Columbina? Seems you're using your salty tears to flavour the batter. Bodily fluids already pique the Doctor’s interest, but them in food? Oh, he's thrilled. But, hey, even he thinks that's enough salt. No more tears: he injects you with some weird serotonin and dopamine-like liquid chemical and walks away, satisfied, but not without pinching your cheek to make sure it's working, and maybe he'll take a cookie.

Cookies sound delightful to Pantalone — he’ll take two and be on his way. Something that sounds even more delightful to him is the thought of baking them with you. Hm… just don't get his gloves dirty. He hovers over you as you do most of the dirty work — folding the batter and adding in the chocolate chips — but doesn’t hesitate to sneak a taste of the mix when your back is turned. There was a time where you very nearly caught him but he turned around with a pen in his hand, smiling with a mischievous glint in his eye, and brushed you off as being childish and paranoid. “It’s just cookies”, he says. “No need to get all worked up.” Eventually the cookies are done (with fewer chocolate chips than originally intended, somehow) and he takes them to his office to have with his unnecessarily expensive tea. How delicious!

OMG HI POOKIE

HEY DOLLFACE 😍

He's blind 😭

Boop boopbe doop

Go to sleep

🗣DONT BREAK MAH HEART😨

🗣MAH ACHY BREAKY HEART😍😋

Real

DAWG 💀

I miss writing on my Samsung why are my old posts formatted so shittily