#GIRL MY PUBBY

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞

[vounoura]

try on your new jimjams! they're a present from Father - it would be rude not to.

[buggybuggs]

She's so smart

[tyvian-ore]

y'all I just took the most beautiful picture of my dog

[dwuerch-blog]

My Girl

She is an anomaly. Anomaly means something that deviates from what is standard, normal, or expected. She isn’t any of those nouns or adverbs! Whatever conundrum she faces – she figures out a way to jump over it or crawl under it, go through it or embrace it. God broke the mold when He made her. She is a holy mix of sugar and spice and everything nice, as well as snips and snails and puppy dog…

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH38

Rip to these promising mages. I assume they will not survive this massacre.

IS that where her lungs and kidneys are? Because like. She's huge. Her entire body is behind her. Do you really think she'd keep her vital organs in the little human bulb on the front?

I mean, he has a point. What are you going to do? Fight off more hoardes of dragons?

oh noooo, Kabru.... too bad. That's so unfortunate.... anyway.

It's curious that Laios only got knocked away. He was just as likely to have had his head squished like a grape.

Guys, this is absolutely not the time to be concerned for her privacy.

Yes, queen. Free the tiddy. Murder everyone in this dungeon. I support women's rights and women's wrongs.

.......that's. One way to do that. I guess.

.......what's that rock about.

Oh, I see. That's convenient.

This guy dungeons! Maybe he even dragons.

So we got north (tallmen? dwarves?) and then the easterners.... and now the elves of the west?

He's going to give her to the Americans?! ಠ_ಠ

To be fair, at least they HAD a plan. And they executed it. It's more than you did. I don't mean to point fingers but... at least they... ya know... did something.

Kabru's like 'no, no, hang on, I need to hear what batshit fucked up thing this dude is going to say next, this is important'

Laios is so stressed he broke character.

Then again, maybe it's healthy to let them slug it out a bit. Get it out of their system.

It's true. They wore fitbits and everything.

...hey, hold on a second.

Now hold on a minute.

Damn, this is. Kind of even worse because. I guess I could have guessed that Toshi was just pretending to be polite, like you do. Cultural differences.

But the painful thing is, Laios doesn't seem surprised. He just seems resigned. He's been told before that he's difficult to get along with. To the extent that he doesn't even consider Marcille and Chillchuck his friends? Even though they arguably both care about him? But because Toshiro didn't bother to be deadpan about him being a bit odd at times, Laios thought it meant that was fine.

And that kinda hurts. Like damn. Laios just wanted to make a true connection. And I can't really blame Toshiro either, he was just trying to keep the peace but. Damn.

Free her! Let her do her illegal magics! She deserves it! （︶^︶）

Thoughts:

Senshi just being annoyed about that one last harpy looking for scraps.... like "shoo, this ain't the time"

That gnome seems genuinely nice. I'm sorry Falin squished his pet undyne.

Kabru hugging his..... mage? Girlfriend???? Seems very...one sided. Kinda feel bad for her.

Laios and Toshiro still going at it, I see. Get it allout, boys.

Uhhhhhhhhhh ninja girls.

Aww, doggo.

Last question: Where did the cat go?

Senshi: I can fix that.

Are you all worried because he's finally making sense?!?!

Laios and he punched their singular braincells into several new ones, it seems.

F./....Falin... please give the caterpillar some privacy........

My man, maybe lead with that............

I can't believe Marcille was potentially more forward about her feelings.......

"his pupils are dilated" yes, thank you sherlock. You've finally realized what everyone else who meets Laios feels almost immediately. he's a monster freak club card carrying member. Welcome.

p.....pubby......

As long as he was also inside the dungeon with them.... yes.

The issue with Kabru isn't that he isn't trying his best. It's that Laios isn't trying at all.

On a scale of one to Kabru, how badly do you react to being offered a food you don't want to eat?

......oh no. He's so pathetic it's funny. He's growing on me.

Absolute morons, the pair of them. Immovable object meets unstoppable force. The funniest combination ever. Ghost type and normal type pokemon, forever throwing moves at each other that will never hit. Laios thinking he's made a friend. Kabru just barely stopping himself from killing Laios. Best comedy pair. Tom and Jerry in a can.

Anyway. What a great manga.

[joyinks]

Kickin off my give back drawings with a little fanart for @pirateprincessjess who has a real cute fursona… I was trying to decide whether to draw her sonic oc or this but pubby won out after considering my own girlfriends who are also puppy girls.

[encrucijada]

HAZE DOGS — a wip by ester cuervos

【 genre & categroy: horror, low fantasy, adult 】

【 pov: 2nd person retrospective 】

【 what if princess mononoke, the hunt from the magnus archives, and night in the woods had a baby. guy too scared for horror keeps writing it. great news for all the girls (gender neutral) who've ever wanted to go apeshit!! i'm technically catholic so i'm allowed to bastardise catholicism 】

【 cw: cults, blood and gore, religious blasphemy, cannibalism, harm to animals 】

【 tone & themes: feminine horror, corruption, bottled rage, divinity, unhinged, atmospheric, eerie, immortality/mortality 】

a b o u t : an isolated town is haunted by otherworldly canines incapable of dying. when connor hidalgo mejía comes back to life after being sacrificed by her old classmates, the town finds a temporary solution to their problem that will keep more people from dying: they offer connor and only connor to the animals. with her boyfriend's mother at the head, connor becomes the reluctant but not entirely unwilling idol of worship of a cult that begins to form around her. the people of her town really believe she can somehow free them of this haunting. but aurora vidal isn't the only one pulling the strings for power. everyone wants a piece of connor's divinity, a god is easy to manipulate when she's actually just a nineteen-year-old girl who up until last month only had two concerns: make it to tomorrow and get to know her estranged brother. the temporary solution starts to feel like a permanent one with connor soon not being able to find peace in life or in death.

another story about a girl in a white dress getting sacrificed... except she's wearing cool alternative clothes on top of that white dress. also the dark academia plot of "person we all hate died under mysterious circumstances" except this time the person keeps coming back to life, worse each time.

c h a r a c t e r s :

connor hidalgo mejía. she/they. embodies the energy of the "alt friend" from 00s teen movies. would have bitten you to win an argument even before things got freaky. what if jesus was a dog.

ángel quijada vidal. he/they. connor's boyfriend. dark academia protagonist who got lost and ended up in a horror movie. ignoring social cues on purpose because he thinks they're stupid.

delilah estévez herrera. she/her. connor's best friend. literally the prettiest person in the room at all times. not joining your cult bestie sick aesthetic tho. borrowing her from my buddy jude <3

acacia quijada vidal. she/her. connor's frenemy. would befriend you and then vaguepost about you online. ángel's sister. youngest sister syndrome. dead blue eyes.

aurora vidal ochoa. she/her. ángel's mum. gaslight gatekeep girlboss. woke up and decided to become a cult leader. marisa coulter energy (derogatory).

benjy hidalgo mejía. he/him. connor's brother, apparently. has the energy of the bum older brother with a shitty band and a warning sign of his door you'd find in a 90s movie.

zagreus. he/it. pubby :3 nothing weird going on here i prommy.

aesthetic: a foggy open field, coyote howls in the dead of night, wiping blood from your mouth, maximalist teen girl bedrooms, light reflecting off of animal eyes, an empty dilapidated church, bite marks on your shoulder, tall grass swaying in the breeze, an abandoned fountain filled with greenish water, broken statues, taxidermy animals, the rattle of a dog's chain, crackling television signal, cloudy weather and the smell of ozone before a storm, glitter makeup rolling down your cheeks, music so loud others hear it on your headphones, a lake with party trash floating on the surface, your fanciest clothes splattered with blood, the cold smoothness of fine jewellery, low quality camera footage, a trail of kisses down your spine, teeth that are too sharp, halos made with neon bracelets, cupping your cheeks with bloodied hands, curling up under the covers in bed when it's cold

snippet!!!

“Cool, right?” you asked your reflection, answered yourself with a smile that cut your purple mouth in two with white teeth.

You grabbed your keys.

Benjy was in the living room. He still occupied space like he was a guest instead of a resident, you looked at him and tried to find yourself on his face, on his shoulders, his hair, his hands. But other than the brown of your skin and his skin, you couldn’t, the only thing you shared that your mum had too were the freckles, but what did that prove? If that was proof of kin then Ángel would be your brother, Dafne a quarter of something with the smattered speckles on the bridge of their nose.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

He was your brother enough to talk like he’d known all nineteen years of your life.

You stopped in front of the television, a horror movie screaming behind you, blood and guts and bad sound effects of tearing skin, someone’s burbly wail from a cut throat.

“Vidal party.”

“What’s a Vidal? Am I supposed to know what that is?”

“They own like half the town, huge house, can’t miss it.”

“And they invited the likes of you?”

[soup-mother]

I stand resolute in my belief that puppygirls are inferior to all other kinds of animal/machine/object girls btw. it is no coincidence the great lenin referred to them as "reddit".

i do not *hate* puppygirls, I merely find them annoying, and my tolerance for "bweh I'm pubby" is remarkably thin. it goes without saying that they cannot compare to the humble seaslug girl

[jackalopescruff]

oh fuck i never posted it here but i finally got a proper pubby girl fursona to go along with my dragon and bear fursona so hiiii art by my wifey @vonkarn of course

[catgirlwarrior]

LOOK AT ALL MY EEPY BABIES!!! With a bonus appearance of SmoochBoy

And another bonus:

Pubby!!

White cat: Popcorn!! He falls asleep everywhere so I have the most pics of him

Black cat: New Guy!! Elusive little bastard <3

Grey cat: Sweet Pea!! My prettiest kittiest girl!! She is currently purring very very VERY loudly right next to me as I type this

Doggo: Sam!! He's a lil stinky and rude but he's a good boy

[epic-and-kitty]

Introducing my fan Splat Band - Shine On, Sea Dogs!

The first pic are their first designs and the head shots are the updated ones.

The super colorful one is Sparkle (she prefers Sparky), a firefly squid with the same ink condition as Yoko (but with more control over the colors) and rainbow vitiligo.

The octoling is Pubby, who's more lovecore than scene. She's got multiple pins holding her afro up

And the Sharkling is Doug, a forty year old dogfish who's only in the band to keep the girls safe from weirdos. (His was design was too perfect to change, he's just a guy and I love him so much.)

Ask me about these goobers if you want, I love them 🥺

[elvisabutler]

💻 could i request smut prompts 5 and 6 with dove and austin please? 🐶

a little switching never hurt nobody

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 1892 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. austin is more of a sub in this, dove is a lil bit more dominant. talk of their past. talk about their character bleed re: elvis and priscilla. oral ( f receiving ). implied future sexual acts. brief moment of austin calling dove mama. author’s note: pubby anon! i know who you are! and want to thank you for this so much. i know i went a little weird with the prompt but i've missed them, didn't want to put this as set in the main timeline and figured nebulous future past the oscars i pretend went better for elvis than it did. this is for my 1k gala with the smut prompts of “i want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” and “oh, i love that sound you make.” kind of fudged the lines but basic bit is there to be honest. part of my little dove/dove series but can be read alone.

Austin- Austin is not used to this. Austin is not used to seeing you like this. Austin is not used to you being like this. Sure, you're a bit of a brat, sure you're one of the most dominant and domineering in general submissives he's ever met but seeing you like this is new. Is this what he had missed out on too wrapped up and damn near possessed by Elvis? Is this what he missed with his mind picturing you as his little doll, his little dove to mold how he wanted. Is this what you both had missed feeling so much like a man who was larger than life but a little boy at the same time and feeling like a girl- no a young woman who didn't know who she was?

Maybe. Maybe that's what you two had missed and Austin wants to kick himself for it, wants to curse himself for missing how his good little girl, his Dove was so much more than the girl he met and then lost to the movie. It's given you both Oscars and accolades that will propel both your careers in whatever direction you want to take them and after everything- after the therapy and you still being able to call him daddy and a wedding you two did so spur of the moment everyone thought you were drunk out of your mind- he meets this woman. He meets the mix of his Little Dove, his sweet Dove who's blossomed and is so charming you have your costars eating out of your hand and his sweet Dove who is still the woman who just wants him to call her a good girl.

He thinks this is the woman that his mama really did send to him. This is the woman Elvis sent to him. He's the man your dad sent to you. This is the woman he's going to build the best of lives with. This is the woman he is building the best of lives with and he can't help but bend to your will just a little.

"Dove? What are you-" He mumbles against your hair, knowing that the cameras on the red carpet are eating this up. He knows that there will be the slew of compliments and insults when these pictures hit the internet. You're wearing heels but he's wearing his own heeled boots so your height difference doesn't change much to your chagrin. Still, the good bonus to it is that you are just about at Austin's neck, and can use your perch to plant a kiss or several in between flashes of cameras. The two of you are professionals as you'll always remind Austin when he gets a little too handsy at events and as he'll always remind you when you get a little needy, playing with your ring as if your life depended on it. But this time- this one time you can't help but ignore that voice in your head that tells you to be professional because here's your husband in front of you. Here's your husband in front of you and he's all yours, he's going to always be yours until the day one of you dies because after everything- you're it for each other. The Joanne to his Paul, the Bacall to his Bogie, the Dove to his Austin.

"Giving my husband kisses." You answer as if it's the most obvious and normal thing for you to do. "Come to think of it. I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you. Maybe more than one."

You stand a bit on your toes to reach up the exposed part of his neck and marvel at the way he shivers just slightly at your breath on him. It's heady, watching Austin react the way you normally do. A weight that had been on your lower back moves to your ass and squeezes a warning even as his voice inches toward a growl. "Dove."

"Hm?" A small little hum as you nip at the skin, determined to make this hickey making quick as possible lest you really do get in trouble for making a scene on the carpet. "Daddy?"

Normally that would make him snap out of how he's feeling, how you attempting to take charge is making him feel. This time it only serves to make him sneak a little lower in to giving you the reins just a little. "Aus, not- not daddy. Don't- don't start something you can't finish."

"Have I ever told you that I love it when you growl? I love that little sound you make doing it." Your smirk keeps growing as you look at Austin becoming slowly undone. It's subtle but you know better, you've seen him more intimately than any human being alive. Vanessa has one thing on you but other than that- oh, Austin's face, so open when he wants it to be- has shown you so many things. You know he wants to make a scene and do something on this carpet you'll both regret. A little eyelash flutter is all you do for a second before placing your hand on his chest. "Aus. Inside. Act normal and I think there's a present for you under my dress."

The way he straightens up and looks out at the camera is almost comical and has you biting your lip to try and not laugh even as you can feel your shoulders shaking. Once you've managed to school your face into something resembling normal you turn to face the camera, giving them smiles they're looking for all while sneaking glances at Austin's slightly dazed look. They can't tell but you can. They can't tell there's a bulge pressing up against his slacks that makes you both thankful for compression underwear. if you both cut things a little short on the red carpet- well, that's to be expected. You're professionals but sometimes you're known for doing this, known for playing up the angle of the young couple in so much love you can barely stand it.

It makes people forgive the two of you more. It makes them wonder when you'll have a little birdie to carry around, but it makes them forgive you more. There's a bathroom no one uses when you first walk into the building and you Austin pulling you in there with a speed that makes you almost double over laughing before you're in the bathroom, shutting the door with your foot and locking it behind you. Austin should wait, should take it easy on his knees- on the suit he's wearing but you hear the thump of his knees hitting the ground and feel the cold rush of air that comes with him lifting up the skirt of your dress in record time.

"Aus- slow down. Your Dove is-" Your words are cut off with a nip your thigh and a nuzzle of his nose against your clit. "Daddy."

His words are muffled, mumbled against your skin as his fingers slide in between your folds, playing with the arousal that's been there since the car. You hear a growl from him and a word or two. "Christ, Mama, so wet because of me. Always so needy. Always ready."

The words shouldn't have you clenching your thighs, shouldn't have you grinding against his face, wanting to cover his facial hair in your cum but you can't help it. In other situations you're at his beck and call, you're his sub, you hold the power but he controls the movement, he controls the orgasms- he controls. But here? In this moment? It's you who has the control, it's you who can tell him you want to come. It's you who can ride his face so much he can't breathe. It's you who get to have him taste like you and smell like you for the rest of the night. So you let yourself grind, you let yourself take this control.

Austin eats you out like he's never done it before. Like he's worried this will be the last time he ever can. His tongue glides across your clit, teasing it, making you whine above him, cursing him and calling him a mix of Daddy and Butler and Austin. You plead as his fingers curl next to a tongue that licks inside you, licks around your cunt that wants everything he can give you. His growls normally delight you and even more in this moment where the vibrations send little shockwaves to your clit. They send little shockwaves through your body- little tremors of delight and pleasure that have you gripping his fingers with your cunt. They have you grinding against that tongue and yelping as he uses a bit of teeth just a tiny nip but enough to have you sobbing.

"Aus- Daddy, please. I'm-" Words escape you as his onslaught intensifies and you find yourself biting your fist to try and keep from screaming out as your orgasm hits you. As you hear Austin's mouth making these slurping noises that should be discussing but have your clit pulsing even more. You try and catch your breath leaning against the door as Austin untangles himself from your dress and stands up. He looks like he's ran a marathon, his hair a mess and his face glistening with your juices. A thought crosses your mind to fuck him in this bathroom, especially as you look down and see his cock pressing even farther against its confines. You reach out to touch it before he shakes his head.

"Later. It'll- It'll go down. We gotta- Professionals, Dove." His voice is shaky and you know this is just Austin, maybe Aus, but not Daddy. He takes your hand and places it on his cheek. "Did good, yeah? You happy?"

"Always." You joke before nodding and stroking his cheek. "Best Daddy. Best Austin. My Satnin. My Cali Sunshine."

Something that had been in his shoulders loosens a tension you hadn't quite notices dissipates the more you praise him and you stare just for a moment before speaking. "Let me brush your hair? Make us look presentable again?"

Your only answer is a hum before he lets you run your fingers through his hair, trying to settle it into something manageable. His body feels relaxed and you feel your chest warm at the notion, at the knowledge. "That's enough, baby girl. We-"

"I know. Professionals." You roll your eyes at him using the line against you once again before you pull him into a gentle kiss. "Love you, Austin. Thank you for this."

For everything, for letting her be who she is, for letting her blossom, for letting her be her even if it's not what he signed up for back in 2020.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows what you mean but you see a glint in them that has you opening up your mouth before he places a finger on it to shush you. "My face smells like you, it's all the thanks I need. Now I get to taste you all night."

If you playfully hit him as your both exiting the bathroom, completely ruining whatever allure of professionalism you two had? Well. That's between you, him, and whoever claims they saw it.

[doberbutts]

Did a training session with the pubby and Sushi was so adamant that she could do it too so I did like 5 reps with her and she was SO happy. And I remembered just how hard we worked on this while I was recovering from the blow of breaking up with my ex and just how great she is to work.

I haven't needed her as a service dog in over a year but god damn if she's not fun to train. She's not a doberman and she never will be, but she's still my squishiest girl who does her best and is just happy to be included.

[pink-amphibian]

Doing hw is shhoooo harddd >~< I wish a Daddy would help encourage mai pubby brain to finish my assign.. assign.. the hard stuff for skewl so that I can have my brain all played with and emptied so I can be his good puppy or even his stupid bimbo girl boy!! I just dun wanna think anymores!!!

[das-a-kirby-blog]

this pubby is tryign to get my hot dog girl that's cannibalism stop