#miyaru

[snivysbiggestfan]

He's my favorite one so far from the three I've done. I really like Miya x Takeru, I need to draw them more. Look at her yapping her ass off while laying on her bf. So sweet 🥹

Thanks and love to my friend who made the designs for me 🥹💞💞

One of my favorite things about Patamon is how he gets inside of Takeru's hat. It's so precious and cute like awww look him <3

I am for sure adding a lot of those moments for my AU

[ellafan]

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#Miyaru Kandu #Vaavu Atoll #Maldives

[hpstud]

Tsubasa could only frown at the letter before he ripped it off his door and balled it up. Why on early would he *want* to go to a lake party? Just the thought made him grimace - being so fair skinned, he burns far too easily to be exposed... not to mention he never exactly learned how to swim when he was younger. Of course, he didn't want to find out the consequence for not arriving. A sigh passing through his parted lips, he wandered over to his bed, snatching his parasol up from beside it. If he *had* to go, he certainly wasn't going unprotected. Perhaps he should ask Miyaru if he were going before he strolled out... it couldn't hurt. He'd rather not be there completely alone, he could already feel a rather intense loathing from the majority of the camp as is.

The chef slung his parasol over his shoulder before he strolled back across the room and to his door, stepping out and toward Hoshi's room. From what he could tell, so far at least, Miyaru didn't completely hate him. Not yet at least, granted he was quite kind to the younger. And he, of course, had no reason to dislike the other aswell. He was quiet, well-mannered, even if it seemed like he was immensely shy. Well, as long as he didn't act like a bumbling fool, Tsubasa could tolerate it. Finding his way to Hoshi's room, he took his parasol, tapping on the door twice with the handle.