𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒏 "𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄" 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔
@ticktockcroc.bsky.social
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲, 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
//: she is allowed to. I give her permission
August 19, 2025 at 1:48 PM
//: she is allowed to. I give her permission
//: kissing cats or kissing your cat specifically
August 19, 2025 at 1:26 PM
//: kissing cats or kissing your cat specifically
//: you have no evidence
August 19, 2025 at 12:46 PM
//: you have no evidence
“Watch where you step,” the voice rumbles, only boosted by the echo of the sewer. “Next time, I might not be full.” Waylon retracted the hand into the shadows, the eye shine still watching the figure.
The scent of the man was familiar, but one Waylon couldn’t place.
The scent of the man was familiar, but one Waylon couldn’t place.
August 19, 2025 at 3:02 AM
“Watch where you step,” the voice rumbles, only boosted by the echo of the sewer. “Next time, I might not be full.” Waylon retracted the hand into the shadows, the eye shine still watching the figure.
The scent of the man was familiar, but one Waylon couldn’t place.
The scent of the man was familiar, but one Waylon couldn’t place.
//: me coming to get you for calling me curse words smh
a man and a cow are running down a dirt road in a field .
ALT: a man and a cow are running down a dirt road in a field .
media.tenor.com
August 19, 2025 at 2:53 AM
//: me coming to get you for calling me curse words smh
//: /joking
August 19, 2025 at 2:51 AM
//: /joking
//: you don’t gotta call me names :(
August 19, 2025 at 2:51 AM
//: you don’t gotta call me names :(
//: why Otis got a dumpy
August 19, 2025 at 2:48 AM
//: why Otis got a dumpy
The darkness below is oppressive, the light from the sun barely making a dent into the shadows below.
Then, a glimmer. No, eye shine.
The Croc, teeth glistening and dripping with saliva, rose into the light, standing at full height.
Then… the planner, offered in the massive, clawed hand.
Then, a glimmer. No, eye shine.
The Croc, teeth glistening and dripping with saliva, rose into the light, standing at full height.
Then… the planner, offered in the massive, clawed hand.
August 19, 2025 at 2:48 AM
The darkness below is oppressive, the light from the sun barely making a dent into the shadows below.
Then, a glimmer. No, eye shine.
The Croc, teeth glistening and dripping with saliva, rose into the light, standing at full height.
Then… the planner, offered in the massive, clawed hand.
Then, a glimmer. No, eye shine.
The Croc, teeth glistening and dripping with saliva, rose into the light, standing at full height.
Then… the planner, offered in the massive, clawed hand.
Mmm, Boba.
August 18, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Mmm, Boba.
Your actions have consequences.
Suffer.
Suffer.
August 18, 2025 at 5:50 PM
Your actions have consequences.
Suffer.
Suffer.