they sell items at tjmaxx that even God is not aware of
cow triangles
Powerglide x Astoria 🛩👗💛
First date
I wanted to draw something that reminded me of an actual picture. Sabrina and Lane have been on my mind since I first drew them MHUAHAHAH 😋💖
BRO ITS BEAUTIFUL THE WAY LANEY LOOKS AT HER😏😏😏😏
yandere duke x witch reader (PART 2)
Synopsis: What happens when a duke drinks one of your fake love potions and blames whatever he feels for you on it? Presuming you cursed him instead, he drags you back to his mansion and refuses to let you leave until you reverse the spell.
You’ve now been working for four months to cure a curse that doesn’t exist, and the duke has somehow become even more obsessed with you.
…At least you’re finally getting paid.
The duke has gotten moodier.
Like he wasn’t moody enough, he was now as annoying as a pesky fly. Always hovering around.
And it’s unfortunately interfering with your ability to work. (You’ve become a workaholic ever since you stepped foot on his mansion, just so you could leave sooner.)
He’d sit by your table, head propped lazily on his hand, and with the other he’d play with your hair.
“Your hair is weird.” He’d comment casually, pointing out your hair type. It doesn’t matter if other people also had straight, wavy or curly hair. Yours was still somehow the weird one.
It’s become a routine for him to nitpick something about your appearance, habits, or personality whenever he could.
“It’s just hair, Your Grace.” You say with gritted teeth, his hand still stroking your hair distractingly.
“Hm.” He’d simply hum, and go to another strand, feeling the texture between his fingertips.
“Is it because you’re a witch you look like this?”
You pause the work in your hands, glancing up at him with squinting eyes. Is he saying that because of the rumors calling witches ugly?
“Like what?” You ask, trying to see where this was going.
“Pretty.”
yandere duke x witch reader (PART 2)
Synopsis: What happens when a duke drinks one of your fake love potions and blames whatever he feels for you on it? Presuming you cursed him instead, he drags you back to his mansion and refuses to let you leave until you reverse the spell.
You’ve now been working for four months to cure a curse that doesn’t exist, and the duke has somehow become even more obsessed with you.
…At least you’re finally getting paid.
The duke has gotten moodier.
Like he wasn’t moody enough, he was now as annoying as a pesky fly. Always hovering around.
And it’s unfortunately interfering with your ability to work. (You’ve become a workaholic ever since you stepped foot on his mansion, just so you could leave sooner.)
He’d sit by your table, head propped lazily on his hand, and with the other he’d play with your hair.
“Your hair is weird.” He’d comment casually, pointing out your hair type. It doesn’t matter if other people also had straight, wavy or curly hair. Yours was still somehow the weird one.
It’s become a routine for him to nitpick something about your appearance, habits, or personality whenever he could.
“It’s just hair, Your Grace.” You say with gritted teeth, his hand still stroking your hair distractingly.
“Hm.” He’d simply hum, and go to another strand, feeling the texture between his fingertips.
“Is it because you’re a witch you look like this?”
You pause the work in your hands, glancing up at him with squinting eyes. Is he saying that because of the rumors calling witches ugly?
“Like what?” You ask, trying to see where this was going.
“Pretty.”
