#he deserves all the pets

[l1lmab3ans]

When you have a cat, they force you to simultaneously pet them and work at the same time, and I feel like people don’t talk about that enough.

It’s a price you have to be willing to pay.

[thateldritchhorror]

@vashbooks I told you I'd make art for The Moon, At Rest! This fic had me kicking my feet, giggling! So very cute!!!

[icy-hot-0111]

I’ve been reading this and it’s so good! The glow of the Shadow Crystal???? The lighting???? The atmosphere??? Omaaaaa, you’ve done it again!

Fan Joy July - Day 32

The Cat's Out of the Bag by @skyward-floored is SO CUTE!!

Kitty Wind. Need I really say more?

I don't need to but I WILL haha. Ok the premise is just so cute and getting to see how Wind gets accustomed to being a cat is just so well written? And the mystery that's is Sky's disappearance is so interesting and then there's DRAMA?!

Anyways please read this!! ❤️❤️

[basedjamil]

anyone done this yet

[slushy-sash]

im kinda late but happy birthday your grace!

[omaano]

Echo with his tooka best buddy (and an extra) for @phantasm-echo 's DTIYS 🩵💙❤️

[ghost-proofbaby]

telling myself to continue on like normal and write like normal but how am i supposed to do that when i know my world is ending in 24 hours?

tw for tags: i accidentally rambled on and aired out all my grief for my dog

[majorrager86]

are there any scenes in saw where adam doesn’t look like a sad kicked puppy ?

[innerxsanctum]

Happy birthday to the reason I became a Pethead in the first place. There aren't enough words to express everything you mean to me, so I won't even try. But you've changed my life in ways I never thought possible. Thank you for being unapologetically yourself, and most of all, for being the driving force behind Pet Shop Boys.

“Writing new stuff and doing new projects and everything is really what I live for.”

[xochimillilili]

Yeah yeah I do like fucking while borderline breaking them and making us hurt, but I also just above all love and want to have gentle time with him, a sweet loving time where we have some fun before bed in our own home we've made together

I want to cuddle and have our sweet little everyday evening of cooking and resting, maybe taking a walk, before being all snug and comfy like little pigeons in a cacoon or nest of all our plushies and softest blankets in bed. Slowly flirt and kiss before eventually halfway through watching a movie, my hands are under his shirt as we kiss and lick and bite at each other softly.

Both of us a fucking needy mess of love yous and moaning each others names and cute petnames, before I have him whimpering under me, taking my cock, hugging each other as we both make each other feel as good as possible. Cumming at the same time before cuddling and praising each other, knowing we have the rest of our night and life to take our time and take it softly

[puppetmaster13u]

Y'know what would really increase the demon-child rumors about Damian in @phoenixcatch7 's Possessed Doll Au? His pet demon bat Goliath

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Actually don’t fucking talk to me... @ziipzeepzop-eez

[science-lings]

I have never felt cuteness aggression to the level I feel whenever I see Damian (WFA) Wayne. That is a tiny guy, that is a feral kitten, he fits the same amount of terrifying aura that batman has in his 6'4 creature of darkness body in a tiny baby form, he's still learning to be a child and not a weapon, he's kind of an asshole but in that kinda sad way when you remember that he's like 10 and has blood on his hands.

no talk him he angy

[cullen-rutherford-wifey]

Aracne logic

Hands a former police state dictator a happy sapphic ending on a silver platter

Ekko, the objectively most morally good person loses everyone by the end of the story and isn’t even allowed a proper conclusion

[mcybree]

“why do i miss gem and the scotts suddenly theyre barely even real”

LITERALLY!! like. that team was held together with scott tape and the sheer force of gem’s personality. i don’t think scott and impulse ever actually even talked the entire time. it only worked because for the first time scott was faced with someone who was bossier than he was. they were awesome i should rewatch secret life

they were actually so fucking funny. All three of them promising to remain loyal and stick together until the very end (bc together they can win this!!) only for gem to hunt scott for sport an episode later was literally so based… their dynamic will always be funnier in my head i think but god it was awesome

[hrefna-the-raven]

Another friendly one?

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Words: 1215

Summary: Eskel learns the difference between an unusual and friendly mount and a beast

Notes: after ignoring this WIP for almost a year, I finally finished it 😅 while writing this, I had Netflix!Eskel in mind, because 🥵🔥 but he has the soft personality of Game!Eskel, because let's be fair here, Netflix did our witcher dirty in their show

Eskel had been on the road for days, Scorpio carrying him through the vast meadows. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm golden hue across the landscape. Just as he was about to end his search for the perfect place to set up a camp for the night, he saw something unexpected, a huge griffin landing gracefully on the meadow next to his path, ruffling its majestic raven feathers and mane. Intrigued and cautious by how careless and relaxed it seemed to be, Eskel dismounted from his horse, his silver sword drawn, gleaming in the fading sunlight. He knew he had to be prepared for anything, so he slowly crept closer to the beast, trying to steady his breath and relying on his heightened witcher senses. With each step, he mentally prepared himself to unleash his magic as a last resort. Ten meters away, Eskel steadied himself, his sword poised to strike, held firmly in his grip. In one swift motion, he sprinted towards the creature, his eyes fixed on its powerful wings and razor-sharp claws. But just as he was about to launch his attack, a sudden surge of a potent spell struck him, sending him sprawling backward through the air.

Confused and disoriented, Eskel struggled to regain his bearings. And then, a commanding voice pierced through the air, demanding attention.

"No!" a female voice shouted, "Talon is my mount, not a monster!"

Eskel looked up to find you standing beside the griffin. Your bright amber eyes were filled with concern and frustration as you defended your companion, your hand holding your own sword tight, ready to draw it if needed. Talon, seemingly intrigued by the commotion, looked from Eskel to you and back again, its eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion before finally slumping down in a curled up position and closed its eyes.

The witcher's initial confusion turned into a mix of awe and admiration. He had encountered countless beasts but this encounter was unlike any other. The usual ferocity he had expected was replaced by a surprising harmony between the griffin and you. Silent questions swirled within Eskel's mind. Who were you and why in the name of Melitele's tits did you ride upon a creature typically feared and hunted? What kind of bond did you share that enabled such a display of trust and friendship? Eskel rose from his position, sheathing his silver sword and calling for Scorpio while cautiously approaching you, his palms raised.

"I mean you no harm", he stated calmly, "I just sought to protect, I'm-"

"A witcher", you interrupted him, earning a chuckle from Eskel.

"Is it that obvious?"

You affectionately stroked the griffin's head before continuing to unpack, preparing to establish a small camp for the night.

"You tried to attack a grown griffin so there are only two options", you smirked, glancing at him, "you're either an idiot or a witcher."

"Well I suppose I should be grateful that I don't look like an idiot", Eskel laughed, "I'm Eskel."

You playfully curtsied before the witcher, theatrically announcing your name with an air of mock elegance.

"Formidable huntress, whether with a blade or through magic", you chuckled as you conjured some firewood and ignited it, "care to join me for the night?", you offered.

Eskel felt the heat rising in his cheeks, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as his hand anxiously rubbed at his neck.

"I meant set up camp here together", you said with a playful grin, finding amusement in his understanding, "it's safer that way."

The witcher let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't deny your beauty but he knew better than to take chances, especially after he'd gotten his ugly scars in the face. He had learned from painful experience that passionate encounters, if not paid for, often led to feelings of disappointment and sadness the following morning. As he was about to remove his swords from his back and set up his sleeping bag next to the fire, the griffin suddenly perked up, its head lifting in agitation as it peered into the surrounding darkness. A piercing cry shattered the stillness of the night, growing louder and closer as another griffin, larger and more imposing, descended onto the meadow.

"Another friendly one?", Eskel asked hesitantly.

"Oh no no no", you exclaimed, raising your hand and tracing a symbol before releasing a blazing fireball towards the ferocious creature, "not friendly, not friendly!", you shouted as you swiftly darted towards the left, signalling Talon to stand back.

Eskel stumbled backwards, unsheathing his sword and sprinting towards the right, attempting to outmaneuver the menacing beast. With swift reflexes, he leaped aside, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp claws. The griffin, with its magnificent wingspan and piercing eyes, had clearly marked Eskel as its prey. The witcher's piercing blue eyes locked with the griffin's fierce stare, a silent challenge between predator and prey. He conjured a swirling vortex of fire, hurling it towards the griffin with a thunderous scream.

Sensing an opportunity, you charged from the opposite side. Distracted by Eskel's attacks, you managed to clash your sword into the griffin's side, digging it deep into its flesh as it screamed in pain. The creature fought back with unmatched strength, lashing out with its beak and talons that you barely managed to dodge by casting a protective spell.

Eskel and you fought valiantly, blow after blow, spell after spell, the battle raged on until the beast's once-mighty wings faltered and it let out a final, guttural cry. The creature, exhausted and defeated, collapsed onto the grass, its life force fading away. Exhausted from the ordeal, you made your way back to the warmth of the crackling fire. As you glanced over at the witcher, a silent understanding passed between you, assuring each other that neither of you had been harmed. In response, he offered you a reassuring smile, prompting you to truly take in his appearance for the first time. There he stood, tall, his ripped and bloodstained tunic clinging to his chest as he breathed slowly, the flickering flames danced across his scarred face, casting a soft glow. His wavy brown hair was haphazardly tied at the back of his head, while his piercing blue eyes seemed to radiate with an inner light. Despite the deep scars that marred his face, he possessed an undeniable beauty that remained untouched and you quickly averted your gaze back to your backpack. After searching around, your hands eventually located the object of your desire. 

"Let's share", you offered, presenting a bottle of exquisite wine to the weary witcher. 

"Talk about impeccable timing after an intense battle," he laughed, taking a generous swig from the bottle before returning it.

"You know," you said, giving him a quick glance and a warm smile forming at the edges of your lips, "I can't help but wonder if the tales I heared about witchers were entirely accurate."

"About us being mutants, monsters, snatching children away, and never being satisfied?" Eskel inquired, attempting to mask a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Yes, although," you playfully nudged his arm, "I must admit, I'm not entirely convinced about the last one. Perhaps that particular rumour could benefit from a more thorough examination."