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[primebussy]

A true inspiration ✨️ 👏 ✨️

Chomp

[pancakefrisbee6279]

This was my best friend’s cat Tigger. We just recently found out that his picture got around and that he became a bit of a meme.

He’s no longer with us, so thanks everyone for letting his goofy lil self live on.

Enjoy the extra pictures:)

[drearydroplet]

For all of the puppy girls out there who don’t have an owner or accepting friends to tell you this, then…

*Ahem

Who’s a good girl?! Who’s a good girl? Yeah, it’s you, it’s you!

*ear scritches

Awww, such a good puppy. Asgdgdfs, such a good girl! Aww, you like scritches? Aww good girl, good puppy! Aww look at that tail wag! Such a good puppy!

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Number 2 of the Close Encounters Collection, "Green Eyes"!

[statementlives]

chester and norris potentially communicating through case files will be the death of me i fear.

[spookie-bunny]

The masseur is accepting new clients.

[jesus-----christ]

Ridiculous creature.

That is all.

[shadowisabean]

Nada 😂🐶🤪

[graboidmilk]

POV: You're Leland Coyle

Implied-Suggestive art of Spot and Chalcanthite under the cut 🔞

Do NOT give them a treat !!! They've been acting up all day !!!!!

(Spot belongs to Tumblr User @wendigoruble)

[hypnoness]

old one that never got posted, glowy and pretty entranced woman 💕✨

(coms are still open <3)

[drearydroplet]

Puppy tried eating from a puppy bowl for the first time!

It was so fun and validating!

I got to listen to Nintendogs music and was praised the whole time for being such a good girl!

I’ve never felt so puppy before!

If you’re a puppy, you should try eating from a bowl too!

It might be the most validated you ever feel!

Arrf arrf

U^ェ^U

[driftingpast1999]

Pettin’ the Kalymos ♡

[letmetakecare]

The General’s Command

The cold, sterile walls of General Aldric Vale’s office felt as though they were closing in around me, their grey surfaces reflecting his unyielding presence. I stood at attention, my body rigid and focused. I had been here countless times before, but each encounter left me feeling both the weight of his authority and the subtle, unrelenting pull of his control.

General Vale was a figure to be respected, not just for his rank, but for the quiet power he exuded. Dressed in his signature dark leather uniform, each piece perfectly tailored, he seemed as immovable as the walls themselves. His gaze swept over me, sharp, calculating.

"You’ve come a long way, Lieutenant," he said, his voice low but commanding. "You’ve been trained well, but there's still much for you to understand."

I felt my heart rate quicken. There was always more with him, always another level of control to be reached. His words weren’t just about physical endurance—they were about submission, trust, and unwavering obedience.

"You remember the simulations, don’t you?" he asked suddenly, his voice almost a whisper, but every word sliced through my thoughts like a blade. I nodded, the memories flooding back.

The simulations had been grueling—designed to test not just our physical limits, but our mental resilience. But they were more than that. The real challenge had been the subtle commands woven through them. The sessions blurred the line between reality and suggestion, where every instruction had been designed to embed obedience deeper within us. Those moments where I had felt my mind slip, the heavy weight of his voice wrapping around my thoughts until I no longer questioned his authority.

“Those simulations were never just about action,” he continued, his voice steady as ever. “They were about you learning how to listen—really listen. To trust me. To surrender, willingly. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper. I could feel the pressure of his gaze on me, each word drawing me further into a state of calm, quiet obedience. The power he had over me wasn’t just physical—it was psychological, deep in my mind where his commands lingered long after the simulations had ended.

“Good,” he said, his tone like a gentle affirmation, but the underlying command was unmistakable. “Now, I want you to stand.”

Without hesitation, I obeyed, my body moving as if it were no longer entirely mine. It wasn’t just obedience; it was instinct. His voice, his presence, had conditioned me to act without thought, without questioning.

“Remove your uniform,” he ordered, his voice now steady, as though this were simply another instruction—another step in the process.

I stood still for a moment, his words echoing in my mind. It wasn’t the first time I’d been asked to do this, but this time felt different. His eyes remained locked onto mine, piercing through me, and I could feel the weight of his expectations pressing down. This wasn’t just about the physical action—it was about reinforcing my submission, reaffirming my role as his soldier.

The actions were automatic now, as if my body knew the drill before my mind did. Slowly, I reached for the buttons of my uniform, unfastening them with deliberate precision. My hands, though steady, felt the weight of his command with each movement. The air around me seemed to grow heavier as I stripped away the outer layers, leaving myself standing there naked.

"Every time you follow my command, you grow stronger," General Vale’s voice cut through the silence. “It’s not about the uniform you wear—it’s about the mind beneath it. And you’ve learned, haven’t you? The more you let go, the more control I gain over you.”

I stood there naked before him, exposed not just in body, but in mind. My thoughts had been trained to obey, and each action reinforced my role under his influence.

“Do you feel it?” General Vale asked, his voice gentle but carrying an undeniable weight. “The surrender? The freedom in obedience? You don’t need to think anymore. You just need to obey.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, my voice distant, as though the words were no longer entirely my own.

His gaze softened, but only slightly. “You are a good soldier, Lieutenant. The best I’ve ever trained. And you’re ready to go further.”

I couldn’t think of any response except to nod, my body still at attention, but my mind already retreating deeper into the space where his commands ruled. The simulations had been the first step, a slow process of breaking down my resistance, allowing me to surrender my will to him bit by bit. Now, it wasn’t just a matter of obedience—it was the very essence of who I had become under his control.

“Good,” he said again, his voice almost a purr of satisfaction. “You’re exactly where you need to be.”

Then, without another word, he stepped back slightly and issued his next command: "Kneel."

The word was simple, yet the power behind it was undeniable. I felt my body respond without hesitation. Slowly, deliberately, I dropped to my knees in front of him, my eyes lowered in respect. There was no room for defiance. His authority was absolute, and I had learned to accept that.

I knelt there, completely still, waiting for the next command, my mind already sinking deeper into a state of readiness and obedience. Every movement, every gesture, had been trained into me. And in this moment, I was his soldier, completely attuned to his will.

General Vale shifted his focus, sitting at his desk. His leather-clad hands effortlessly moved through a stack of paperwork, the sound of pages turning in the otherwise silent room. I remained on my knees, lost in the stillness, my thoughts drifting far away. His presence loomed over me, a constant weight, and I found my mind sinking deeper, as it always did in his presence. The paperwork, the mundane tasks he attended to, became distant in my consciousness.

Occasionally, I felt his eyes flicker over me, assessing, observing, and, at times, giving me the smallest of gestures—his fingers brushing lightly over my hair, a slow, deliberate touch as though I were an object to be maintained, a pet to be handled with care. Each gesture, subtle but unmistakable, reminded me of my place. He was always in control.

"Good soldier," he muttered under his breath, though I knew he wasn’t expecting an answer. He didn’t need one. His words alone were enough to send a wave of satisfaction through me, reinforcing the control he had over me.

I could feel his attention shift back to his papers, but it was as though I was no longer fully aware of the room. My thoughts began to fade into the background, my mind sinking deeper into the space where only his presence and his commands mattered. The weight of his authority was the only thing that filled the air now. His occasional glances, his light touches, and the soft cadence of his voice reminded me of my place in his world.

And as he continued his work, I remained there, kneeling, mind wandering in the depths of submission and obedience, lost in my thoughts. There was nothing else—just him, his authority, and my unwavering devotion to his control.

[baksuz-art]

saw this screenshot, and this cat is 100% certified baksuz, it had to be done

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 🖤🤍

[shadowisabean]

Still waiting for my turn with the communal brain cell 🤪🐶😂

[p3ach-d0ll]

I'm so tired of thinking! I need someone to use me like a doll and just make all the decisions for me.... I don't care if he takes advantage of it, just let me be dumb💗💗💗💗