πΎ πΎ πΎ Lord Trevor of Belmont πΎ πΎ πΎ βββββββββββββββββββββββ πΎ πΎ πΎ Servants: Dad & Mom πΎ πΎ πΎ
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Lord Trevorβs Throne pt. 2
Hear ye, Hear ye! πΎπβοΈ I, Lord Trevor Belmont, noble feline of whiskers most fair, do maketh mine grand entrie upon this realm of Farcaster. Bow not in fear, but in adoration, for mine paws art smol yet mighty, mine crown shineth bright, and mine belly demandeth rubbeths aplentie. Sworn foe of hounds, conqueror of cushions, and ever-watchful guardian of snacks untended. Come forth, loyal subjects, and bringeth treats, lest ye face the fury of mine most fearsome mew. πΎβ¨
why do i always have to be the pillow? π‘ feat. my (annoying) brother Kiwi