Micefamilies a dit :

:I
vv thanks

Thank's doll <3

LateE~ I own this page and this thread now. Mwahah

Yunowears a dit :

•Do you need/want me to do all the items?:Yes xDDDD
•What's your favorite colour?: Red
•Title: no
•Name:Yuno
•Extra: (Whatever you want) ----
•Background or background colour: light red
•Human or Mouse?: mouse
•Do you want me to do my regular style or try a new one? hum..regular

Thank you!

I'm doing yours right now (;

#Doublepost

Yunowears a dit :

•Do you need/want me to do all the items?:Yes xDDDD
•What's your favorite colour?: Red
•Title: no
•Name:Yuno
•Extra: (Whatever you want) ----
•Background or background colour: light red
•Human or Mouse?: mouse
•Do you want me to do my regular style or try a new one? hum..regular

Thank you!

I forgot the background (again) and did it at the last minute o.o

Nekoava a dit :

I forgot the background (again) and did it at the last minute o.o

upside down bewb arms!

Micefamilies a dit :

upside down bewb arms!

Lol <3

(50th poster gets freeeeeeee request even if RQ are closed)

Nekoava a dit :

Lol &lt;3

(50th poster gets freeeeeeee request even if RQ are closed)

Okay. I'll stalk this thread then.

Just something I wrote for my lil bro since he wanted a scary story for his bday. I'm not done with it...

In the town of Timber lived two types of people, Blackordians and White-custards. The Blackordians hated the White-custards and the White-custards thought the Blackordians were rude. Except one group of White-custards and Blackordians. That group was called The Wickerys and the leader was Ricky Miller. Ricky Miller was the poorest person in all of Timber. All she owned were four shirts, three pairs of jeans, two pairs of socks, 1 hat, and a half full sack of food. Even though she was poor her heart was pure kind. Every White-custard loved Ricky for who she was and Ricky was glad for that. Blackordians were filthy rich and lived East of Timber while White-custards lived North of Timber and were completely poor. But one day Ricky had an idea to make the Blackordians jealous. She would throw a sleepover for The Wickerys! She gathered everyone in The Wickerys and told them the plan. Almost everyone agreed, only two disagreed. But soon everyone was excited for the sleepover party.

When Ricky’s sleepover was getting near, she told every single White-custard about the sleepover, and told them to gossip about it. Sure enough, rumors about Ricky’s sleepover began flying everywhere. And luckily, a Blackordian heard a few rumors about the sleepover, and told every Blackordian in Timber. Before she knew it, Ricky’s sleepover was known by every single person in Timber.
“What shall we do now, Ricky? Blackordians know about the sleepover!” many people whispered to her.
“Shush,” she’d say calmly, “everything is going as planned.” she would often reply.
After a meeting about the sleepover, an army of Blackordians entered White-custard territory.
“Go away, or we’ll blast your heads off like the headless horseman!” a man snarled at the army.
“Yes! We’ll tear you to shreds! Now go weaklings!” a woman with a British accent threatened.
“Hahaha, us weaklings?” a man in a black suit scoffed. “We’re Blackordians, we’re not even close to what you call a weakling. We’re a highly trained army and we heard you were throwing a sleepover?” the man barked.
“Yes, we are Troy.” Ricky said firmly.
“I don’t think so Ricky,” Troy pulled out a long scroll. “It clearly states here that you can’t throw any sort of party without inviting the whole town.”
“I talked to Mr. Rosh this morning, I don’t need to invite the whole town.” Ricky pointed out.
“And who is this ‘Mr. Rosh’ you speak of?” Troy asked.
“He’s the mayor of Timber.” Ricky replied.
“Oh, well prove it!” Troy barked once again.
“Prove that I talked to the mayor?” Ricky asked. Troy nodded yes.
“I don’t need to prove anything. All I need to prove is that White-custards are just as good as Blackordians.” Ricky said bravely.
“In your dreams! I’ll talk to Mr. Rosh, and if he says anything about him saying no then we will begin a war,” Troy held up his fist and whacked his horse. “Yah! Go Dingo!” Troy yelled and he galloped off on his big mighty black horse just like the red torch man, a story of a bloody man that rides on a black horse looking for his body. The scary part is, his head is on his horse. The legend says that the red torch man sliced off his body when he was young, and soon regretted it after he died. His ghost still remains, and he sliced off his own horse’s head and replaced it with his, for it was the only part of his body he could find. He would hold a torch in his mouth and ride around Timber looking for his body. He only came out at exactly 11:59 pm though. He would disappear if his dropped his torch, or when the clock rang 1:00am.

^^^
really cool. nothing to say, I like this c:

Is it me or. . .
Why do I feel hungry after reading that?

Satash a dit :

Is it me or. . .
Why do I feel hungry after reading that?

I noticed that too. O_o

My brother went to go eat a corndog after I read him this. It's weird. e.e

i can't eat and now you made me hungry, if i eat i'll throw up
thanks :(

Satash a dit :

i can't eat and now you made me hungry, if i eat i'll throw up
thanks :(

-Goes to cry my head off cuz imma asshole-

Nekoava a dit :

I forgot the background (again) and did it at the last minute o.o

Awww thank you so much so cute! <3

Nekoava a dit :

-Goes to cry my head off cuz imma asshole-

>-< NU UR NOT er

Yunowears a dit :

Awww thank you so much so cute! &lt;3

You're welcome <3

Cuitdashie a dit :

>-< NU UR NOT er

Thankyouuuu
But I still feel bad. ;-;

:OO Nooby neko c; shexy nooby neko :P


-leaves ref incase she wans to art trade c;

Mygem a dit :

:OO Nooby neko c; shexy nooby neko :P


-leaves ref incase she wans to art trade c;

Omg lol x3

And sure I'll art trade with you. I'll get it done hopefully by Friday k? <3

this beautiful thread needs a bump :3

Supastarx a dit :

this beautiful thread needs a bump :3

This beautiful poster needs a cookie.

-Hands cookie-

http://prntscr.com/219zdx GIMME GIMME I LOVE THEM &lt;3