#skritches only

[nekorinnie]

[suratan-zir]

I got this drinking fountain for Skritch to cool off this summer. (well, I got it for all of them, but I knew only Skritch would use it, he's the only one who loves water.) As expected, he really likes it :)

[realmikedirnt]

i didnt woobify that garbage pile he did it himself

[box-architecture]

Sapnap kicked a stone into the water, watching it fall in with a satisfying plunk! it was flat enough to skip, but he was never good at that sort of thing. That was always George, or Dream when he insisted on being competitive about it.

They hadn't skipped stones in a long time.

It was a foggy morning, so it took a moment for Sapnap to spy Dreams approach, but he relaxed immediately when he did, not even bothering to hide his eagerness as he bounded over.

"Dream!" Sapnap greeted. His smile was hurting his face, but he didn't care. Dream smiled a little back, small and a bit fragile. It made Sapnap want to hug him until his ribs cracked, but he restrained himself. Instead, he offered an arm for Dream to take, entwining their fingers as best he could when Dream was short a few.

"Hi," Dream said softly. He allowed Sapnap to lead them both into the beach cottage, only pausing to check the wild roses outside. They had been growing pretty well, Sapnap thought, and he was proven right by the way Dreams smile gained a touch of satisfaction.

The inside had basic amenities, bathroom, kitchen, bedroom and fireplace, but it wasn't meant for long-term living. Sapnap hadn't thought too deeply when he first made it, and despite the little additions Dream had begun to make, it was still more than anything a safe-house, rather than some summer home.

Not that that was the worst thing, Sapnap thought as he waited for Dream to choose where he wanted to sit. He made it to protect Dream, and it protected Dream. It's not like it needed to be fancy about it.

Dream finally shook himself from his stillness and pulled Sapnap into the bedroom. He hooked his cloak on the wall, and sat down heavily on the mattress with the intent on unlacing his boots.

"Wait, I've got that, dude," Sapnap knelt down and pushed Dream's messed up fingers away to replace them with his own. Dream had been struggling with this kind of stuff, even if he refused to admit it.

Sapnap wasn't really sure what he could do about it, but for now he'd settle with making sure Dream didn't get frustrated trying to do shit when they were together. He wanted Dream to be happy when he was with him.

"I can do it myself" Dream grumbled, even as he rested his hands on the sheets.

"I know," Sapnap reassured him. He smiled mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows. "But I like looking at you like this."

Dream huffed and pretended like his cheeks weren't pink. "What is wrong with you?"

Sapnap giggled, but said nothing else, focused on getting Dream out of his shoes. He set each one to the side, next to Dreams cloak, and looked up to meet Dream's gaze. Dream's smile was bigger now, and Sapnap squeezed his ankle.

"Need anything?"

Dream pretended to think for a moment, before making grabby hands. Sapnap surged up and threw himself into Dreams arms, knocked them both over and onto the bed. There was a brief wrestle for who got to be on top, which Sapnap won easy, and he groaned in relief as Dream wrapped around him tightly like a backpack, the pressure relieving old aches in his bones.

"You've got knots in your back again." Dream murmured into his ear.

"They go away." Sapnap muttered. He wrapped his own arms around Dream until they were as close as he could get them.

"You stop noticing the ache." Dream corrected. Sapnap could feel his lips on his neck, frowning.

"Says you." Sapnap shot back, because it felt weird for Dream to fuss over his back pain when Dream had his… everything going on. And Dream would insist he could power through it, but the moment Sapnap tried he got an earful for his trouble.

"You're an idiot." Dream said into his skin. Sapnap could feel the words sink into him.

"Yeah, whatever." Sapnap bonked their foreheads together, not quite hiding the way he glanced down at Dreams lips. Dreams eyes crinkled with amusement, and their mouths brushed for the briefest of moments.

[crystallinestars]

If They Were Your Pet Cat (Part 2)

Headcanons for what Aventurine, Argenti, and Jing Yuan would be like as your pet cat.

This is a part 2 because I have a part 1 with Genshin characters here.

Part 3 (Gepard, Ratio, Dan Heng, Sampo)

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Aventurine:

🦚 Is a domestic shorthair.

🦚 You picked him up as a stray off the streets. Aventurine looked so pitiful in his dirty and starved state, that you didn’t have the heart to leave him like that, so you brought him home. Initially, he appeared nervous and quiet during the first few weeks. Once he became accustomed to living with you, you discovered that the little, scrawny feline has a big personality.

🦚 Aventurine loves to be pampered. He always purrs whenever you brush or pet him, give him belly rubs, or chin skritches. He simply adores your attention. When you coo that he’s such a pretty kitty? Aventurine looks as smug as a cat can possibly look and follows you around the house while affectionately rubbing against your legs.

🦚 He’s very loyal to you. Anyone that comes to your house and tries to coax him to come play or get pats, is promptly ignored by the feline. The ability to cuddle and pet him are luxuries he reserves only for you.

🦚 You’d think starving out on the streets would have made Aventurine eager to eat almost anything, but no. The little rascal only eats the most expensive cat food brands and turns his nose up at anything else. Either that, or he will steal your food off your plate when you’re not looking. He’s a spoiled cat.

🦚 Aventurine likes to sleep next to you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing—he will saunter up and lay down somewhere close to take a nap. It’s also a given that he sleeps cuddled up beside you in bed during bedtime. He simply likes feeling your presence since it makes him feel safe.

🦚 As such, Aventurine hates when you leave him home alone for extended periods. He’s surprisingly clingy and gets lonely easily. If you’re gone for most of the day, he’ll be very upset by the time you get home and might tear up a pillow or the curtains out of spite. If this this pattern continues for a long while, one day you’ll notice that your keys are gone. Aventurine is a smart cat and quickly figures out that when you leave the house, you always bring your keys with you. To make you stay, he’ll hide them in a spot that only he can reach with ease. Good luck getting your keys back…

🦚 That said, getting another cat or pet won’t cure his loneliness. If anything, Aventurine will become possessive and jealous because he hates having to share your attention with another cat. He’s a bit territorial of you. Similarly, he dislikes you coming home smelling like another animal, so expect him to rub against you to overwrite the scent of that other animal.

🦚 Most of all, Aventurine hates it when you get mad at him. He always looks guilty whenever you scold or yell at him, and immediately flops over onto his back to expose his furry belly to you. It’s his attempt to placate you and ask for your forgiveness. He anxiously follows you around the house and rubs his body against your legs until he’s sure you’re not mad at him anymore.

Argenti:

🌹 An Ocicat breed.

🌹 Argenti is the most photogenic cat you’ve ever encountered. He always looks graceful and dignified no matter what he’s doing or what angle you take photos of him from. Every picture comes out looking lovely. Anyone who sees your cat always says that he looks beautiful.

🌹 To keep such a gorgeous appearance, Argenti often grooms himself. He does a very good job of it, too, which is why you barely have to groom him yourself. The most you have to do is give him the occasional bath, brush out shedding fur during shedding season, and clip his claws.

🌹 As gorgeous as he is for a house cat, Argenti is a free spirit who doesn’t like to be cooped up at home for long periods of time. Whenever he wants to go out, he’ll paw at the door or windows to signal for you to open them. You were nervous about letting him out at first but soon learned that his desire for the great outdoors was unstoppable. He would venture outside one way or another, much to your befuddlement. He enjoys exploring the neighborhood but always makes sure to come home before dark. As much as he loves adventuring, he loves being in your loving arms more.

🌹 Argenti has the temperament of an angel. You could do whatever you wanted to him, and he would gracefully take it without complaining or struggling. It makes doing things like taking him to the vet, bathing, and grooming extremely easy. You could even make him wear different outfits, and he won’t mind at all. He might even like wearing some of them.

🌹 Is very friendly. Whenever you have guests over, Argenti greets them at the door and purrs while rubbing against their legs. He also readily engages in play and comes if they call him. He does this with everyone who comes through your door, so he’s pretty well-liked among your social circle. However, he doesn’t sit on your guests’ laps or cuddle with them since he’s too active to be a lap cat. Such privileges are available only to you.

🌹 His overly friendly and affectionate personality extends to more than just people. He can purr for other animals he finds during his little excursions outdoors, or even inanimate objects. You once caught him rubbing up against one of your potted plants…

🌹 If you’re scared of insects, then Argenti is the cat for you. Whenever he hears you shriek because you saw a bug, he runs over to your side and promptly fends off the heinous critter. He easily catches and kills any insects so that you, his owner, don’t have to be scared anymore. You can sic him on anything, and he’ll get rid of it for you.

🌹 Argenti is sensitive to your emotional state. Whenever you’re upset, Argenti brings a toy over to you to try and get you to play with him and take your mind off whatever is bothering you. If that doesn’t cheer you up, then he lays down on your chest and licks at your face with his rough tongue. It’s his way of soothing you. He’ll purr on your chest until you feel better.

Jing Yuan:

🦁 A Maine Coon.

🦁 Is a big and lazy cat. Jing Yuan will chase a toy around the house if you play with him, but he generally prefers to snooze by a window while catching some rays of warm sun. He can more often than not be found napping in some cozy and warm corner of the house. When you’re not home, he’ll also sleep in your bed under the blankets.

🦁 Jing Yuan has a calm temperament. He’s very well-behaved during grooming and handles bathing, drying, and brushing like a champ. He’s chill as a cucumber and doesn’t put up a fight while you do your thing in maintaining his long coat. In fact, he’s so laidback, that you could squeeze and rub him all over and he won’t lash out at you, instead tolerating everything with what you can only describe as a smile.

🦁 As accepting as he is of all your affections, he has boundaries. Jing Yuan is generally not fond of being squeezed and terrorized, especially by people who invade his personal space (like rambunctious children or people who bury their faces in his fur). If one such person is in your home, Jing Yuan will vanish without a trace as soon as he hears their footsteps. He only tolerates such treatment from you because you’re his beloved owner.

🦁 Jing Yuan likes being petted and praised but prefers it if these affections come from you. He especially enjoys being brushed by you, and purrs when you comb through his fur. He can even fall asleep on our lap during brushing since the process relaxes him so much.

🦁 He’s a very intelligent cat. Sometimes you talk to him as if you were talking to a friend or family member, and Jing Yuan would meow back in response at appropriate times during the conversation, as if he were replying to your comments. He also has this intelligent look in his golden eyes, as if he understands everything you’re saying. It can be a bit uncanny at times.

🦁 On top of his ability to respond appropriately to your speech, Jing Yuan also easily senses whenever you’re upset. If you feel down, he will stick to your side or lay on your chest and purr until you feel better. If you cry, he’ll lick your tears away. He remains by your side until you’re all better, and won’t leave you alone for anything.

🦁 Is very curious about everything that you do. When you cook, Jing Yuan sits somewhere in the kitchen and watches you busy yourself with whipping up a meal for yourself. He likes to sniff the ingredients you’re working with, either to identify them or discover a food he hasn’t encountered before. Rest assured that he won’t eat anything without you explicitly offering it to him. However, if you have something yummy like fish or chicken cooking, he expects you to share some of it with him once it comes time to eat. He wants to eat delicious things too, not only cat food.

🦁 Frequently sees you off when you leave the house. Likewise, he patiently waits for you at the door when it’s time for you to come home. He’s a bit like a dog in that way.

[lazypanartist]

Hello!! I would’ve like to request a Hobie brown x Spider woman reader hcs who has a cat backpack and she Carries her cat everywhere with her because she’s always out exploring?

Feel free to ignore this request! Keep doing your amazing work!! 🫶🫶

Ooh! I haven't thought about cat backpacks for a while.. thanks for the amazing reminder that they exist!

Hobie x Spider-Woman! Reader

Ft. Backpack Cat

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He was smitten with you at first sight

Not because of your incredible personality or the way you carried yourself, or even how great you were in the field

No

It was because of your companion

Personally HC that not only is he great with kids (Mayday, y'all), he's also an animal person!

He always dotes on him, giving chin skritches and making sure he's calm if Mayday wants to meet him

(He's a docile kitty, so no worries there)

And loves toting the Beastie around in your backpack

You?

Well

You came with the cat, so he guesses you're ok

Right?

No

He actually loves your company!

Even without the cat

But that doesn't happen often

Loves exploring with you!

You both take turns with the backpack while hiking, climbing, or window shopping

He likes walking behind you when you have the cat, smiling and responding to him whenever he meows

If y'all visit Petco?

He's holding the leash

He won't let you say no

I'm sorry

He'll climb buildings under you just in case something happens

He doesn't think it will, but hey

Better safe

Totally gets his own cat backpack in case you forget yours & just have beastie on a leash

His is covered in stickers and patches

The first time it gets used you can't help but laugh

Beastie's eyes line up nicely with a set of vinyl sunglasses on the clear dome

He looks very stylish

He'll catsit if you get called on a mission without him

Claims it's just because it's safer for Beastie

But he mostly wants quality tims

Times like this he kidnaps Mayday if she's available and just

Dotes on both of them until you get back

Peter B. finds them one day just chilling, Mayday in Hobie's lap while Beastie sits in front, head bowed to let her pet him

You get a photo of it as your coming back from your mission and can't help but swoon

Honestly, 10/10 cat dad / spider boyfriend

[msn-04iinightingale]

(Since our Star Colonel is busy, I thought we could for lack of better terms, kill some time and get to know folks who will soon be risking life and limb fighting zealots. Open to anyone who wants to get to know some of my people before the big drop)

Clustered around the docking berth to one of Barghest Company’s two dropships, but not in the way of the stream of crew, techs, and other personnel, Lt . Victoria Everheart watched the munitions and supply carts go by to be loaded not only into the Leopard Class dropship “Dando”, but also into her mech, an Axman dubbed “Queen of Hearts”. The 6 foot muscled Mechwarrior wouldn’t normally have stood out, we’re it not for the cat ears, tail and eyes she possessed, and tattoos on prominent display garbed as she was in tank top and compact pants and boots.

Around her sat or stood the two other members of her lance, as well as possibly the largest black German Shepard ever seen in the inner sphere.

Major Vance Strider, a gaunt, bald man sits on a crate beside her, seemingly mumbling or speaking at himself with closed eyes, in meditation or contemplation.

“This is gonna be one hell of a drop, huh?” Said Major Anya Corwin, a buxom woman on the shorter side with curly red hair. As if in response, the large dog she is petting and giving skritches to chuffs a bit.

Victoria snorts. “Thanks for the input, Loki.” She stretches, rolling well sculpted shoulders. “But yeah, looks that way…can’t say I’ve seen this many people in one place since well, the last war.”

“Hope it all goes well…or as well as can be expected…” Anya chips in.

“Yeah, same.” Victoria agrees.

As if in agreement once again, the dog Loki huffs again.

@starcommanderhannahlewis @the-clawtake @harwood-pmc-official @the-tired-merc @lt-chari @snords-sword @wolf-among-mechs @house-steiner-stays-winning @karriethemechtech @starcolonelkatrinamoon @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not

[hurgablurg]

so was i just supposed to only learn about how amazing skeevers looked before bethesda-brand laziness kicked in by googling the buggers?

This is the original concept and concept art by Ray Lederer

AND OH MY GOD IT LOOKS LIKE AN ACTUAL SPECULATIVE ANIMAL

A unique species of rodent unlike the ones we are familiar with, but which is still quite visibly of the order rodentia / skeevera family!

And it was originally supposed to have healthy and diseased states!

But all we got were the diseased ones that make them all look like fucked up giant grey rats??

Disappointing! They couldn’t put in the extra effort of making them 2 separate npcs, for how often skeevers show up in the game?

Like, even the retexture mods (and Skritch) claiming to make them healthier still give them bare legs, bare bellies, lesions, and a boring, dull grey coat!

[mochazai]

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 [𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟷] ♡₊˚⊹

Summary: An aspiring author with a dark past to overwrite , finds himself addicted to a different kind of poison

Pairing: Writer!Dazai x Barista!Reader

Genre: yandere / fluff

A/N: relaunching this blog with a little series, hope y’all like it!

*skritch scratch swoop*

The old fashioned ink pen dragged over the paper; a stark contrast to the modern cafe Dazai found himself in.

He found his lines growing fainter the longer he wrote and sighed before dipping it back into the pot of obsidian-black ink. He hurried to write down his thoughts before he forgot;he almost always forgot.

‘Maybe I should switch to carbon…’ he thought, looking at the nib of his pen, now having jotted down the line he’d wanted to, making sure it lived on forever in his writing.

Well, maybe not forever,more like as long as he kept it dry.

Another downside to using ink,as Dazai had come to realise, was that one drop of water,or in his case alcohol,could undo months or even years of work.perhaps the newer invention made sense after all?

But no.

“Odasaku preferred ink,and so I'm sticking to ink too.” He said matter-of-factly.

Dazai often wondered why he became a writer; and then he’d remember.

Maybe he did need to get his head looked at…no,that’d be expensive,and maybe he’d actually get put in jail this time if he willingly let someone look at the fucked up maze of thoughts he called his mind.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he thought he was? Yeah! He was actually oka-

Nope. One look at the musings in front of him and he knew he was not normal.

The lines were thickly written,with far too much pressure for a normal poem or love letter,which ended up in the ink leaving blood like splatters across the paper.

‘Hmm,’ he thought to himself, ‘blood’

Could it be used as ink? Perhaps? Yes! It should be possible!

He looked to his finger and thought about testing his hypothesis right then and there when-

“ One mocha, with a shot of espresso and whole milk, for Osamu Dazai!”

He heard his name and his order and practically floated over to where the voice had come from.

That angelic voice…its owner, the very person who plagued his dreams and nightmares, the person who inspired all of his latest pieces and whose absence in his life caused him to drink so much that he spilled sake all over his writings,causing them to fade away and become illegible ,but perhaps that was for the best…

“Thank you y/n,” he said with a smile as he took the drink in both his hands,”looking flawless as always~” he added with a wink.

You blushed,as you always did, and let out another on of your cute laughs,Dazai’s heart did a flip and he swore that he’d do anything to make sure no one ever wiped that smile off your face,he’d rip his heart from his chest if you’d ask, he’d drink cyanide if you’d put it in his coffee,because osamu dazai was obsessive. He knew not how to love like a ‘normal’ man,only to throw himself into something so fully that it drove him insane. Insane with desire, with love, and with lust.

such was the situation before him.

He needed you like he needed air. He needed to feel your skin against his if only for a moment. Yet all he did was smile at you and return to his seat.

You watched his retreating form and your intrusive thoughts got the better of you.

You walked over to his table,some paper napkins in hand to use as an excuse if you chickened out.

You tapped your finger on his shoulder and he turned around so fast that it made you trip.

You braced yourself for impact but then felt a bandaged arm wrap around your waist and catch you,the grip of said arm holding you firmly and its owner's face was mere inches away from yours.

“Careful bella,” he said, his coffee-scented breath fanning over your face, “coulda hurt yourself there” there was a long pause as you looked into his eyes and as he took in your features, studying them and committing them to memory,as if he hadn’t already,his gaze lingering on your lips a little longer than you though normal,but he didn’t notice and you didn’t care.gods, how you wanted to kiss him in that moment,but you calmed your nerves and blurted out your question.

“Are you free later tonight? My friends are having a party and i want you to be my plus one”

‘What the fuck??? You WANT him to be his plus one??? Way to sound desperate y/n!’ You mentally scolded yourself,and in the process missed how his expression shifted from shock to a smirk.

“Actually,” he began, drawing you out of your mini-pity party, “i’d love to~” and this time you didnt miss the smirk that was plastered on his face,nor did you miss how his eyes darkened,or even how his hold on your waist tightened just a little.

Your heart beat faster and your eyes involuntarily darted to his lips.

But just as you were about to make your move you heard a loud,

“Y/N!!!”

It was your co-worker calling you back to your station.

You begrudgingly stood up straight, scrawled out your number on one of the napkins,handed them to him and darted back to your station, apologising for nearly spilling his coffee and thanking him for catching you.

And all the while all he noticed was how adorable you looked when you were flustered and how you’d very nearly kissed him.

‘But no matter’ he’d thought as he sat down in his seat. You’d get your chance later that day…and so would he.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 ; 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲,𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Dating the Jackass Guys HC’s!

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, drug use, alcohol, injury, car sex, tending to wounds, make outs, kissing, sex on a beach, public sex, unsafe driving, posessiveness, unwanted flirting

An: I wanted to write some head cannons based off of what kinds of dates the Jackass guys would take their girlfriends on (and all the ways that could go wrong)! Bam’s part was inspired by these headcannons by @1800miserablethot I love his work please go check him out!! Thank you for reading and please keep sending requests!

Steve-O

Assuming you were his asshole landlord, your boyfriend didn’t seem too happy when he threw open the door, clad only in his boxers, “What?!”

See, even though Steve planned to go out with you a week ago, he still wasn’t up by the time you got at his place, leaving you to pound on his door for what felt like an eternity to try and get his lazy ass out of bed

“Oh shit…” Shocked awake, Steve’s face fell after you, very unamused, reminded him that yes, you did have a date today. “Yeah, yeah- come on in!”

You knew that this was par for the course for him when you started dating him. What you weren’t aware of, however, was the state his apartment was in-

So much filth covered every surface that you started mentally repeating, “Don’t touch anything, don’t touch anything…” to yourself like a mantra

Despite the way your skin itched, there was something endearing about watching your boyfriend crack open a beer at noon, which he quickly drained, before pulling on a pair of jeans he had lying around.

“So, where’re we heading?” Given the fact Steve didn’t own a car, your options were kind of limited

The two of you ended up heading to the park and grabbing some hot dogs from a cart before plopping down on the grass together.

Even if he wasn’t half broke, he was never one for grand dates, and you could admire how genuine that was

Instead of wowing you with fancy dinners and sports cars, he preferred his dates to be about having a nice time with his lady.

Something not many people would know about Steve is that animals love him.

Out of nowhere, your boyfriend was practically knocked off his feet by an overexcited golden retriever who jumped on him and covered his face in slobbery kisses

It was heartwarming really, the way he laughed and smiled in that sweet, boyish way while giving the dog some good skritches!

Ah, you always knew men being good with animals was a green flag…

When it’s owner ran over and apologized for her dog getting off the leash, he told her it was totally cool

“But if it isn’t a problem, you don’t happen to have a tennis ball on you, do you?”

She did- as did the many other dog owners, who were as impressed as you were at Steve’s impromptu juggling act he put on in the park

Okay, maybe he was trying to impress you a little. But showing off you clown skills isn’t the same as driving around in some hot shit Lamborghini, okay?

As the sun started going down, and Steve walked you to your car, he asked if you’d be interested in coming up to his place, maybe smoke a little- who knows…

But thinking back to the piles of empty beer cans and the questionable stains on the carpet, you politely declined, “Uh…Maybe next time?”

You made another mental note to lay down some blankets down in your trunk before you saw him next.

Johnny

“Howdy, ma’am!” Standing at your door to pick you up for your date to the rodeo was Knoxville, who tipped his cowboy hat at you while you giggled at his little country getup,

What with the boots and those tights jeans that made his ass looks great- not to mention that obnoxious pink shirt that let you know it was your boyfriend under all that

“Are you really wearing that?”

“Well, yes i am,” Taking your hand, he drawled in an exaggerated accent as he led you to the car before opening the door for you, “and I do think we should be gettin’ a move on…”

You had no clue there were even rodeos in LA before Johnny took you there, but there you were, sitting with these great seats

And there’s nothing more your boyfriend loved than seeing that look of wonder on your face as you ogled at the real deal bull riders, not like the kinda stuff he does on Jackass. Which, speaking of…

“Excuse me, ma’am- I gotta go hit the little boy’s room.”

However, Knoxville was not squeezing past your knees to go to the little boy’s room.

Unbeknownst to you, he actually was a friend of the man who owned the stadium and had a little surprise planned for you

Not five minutes later, after they corralled the bull to set up for the next rider, guess who you see walk out into the ring? That fucking pink shirt…

“Johnny- Johnny! Don’t-“ and there he went, ploughed clean over much to the joy of the crowd and your anguish

Not assured at all by the thumbs up he gave you as he staggered to his feet, you couldn’t help but wince a little when you saw your boyfriend limp back to his seat.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” With a crooked grin, Knoxville waved a dismissive hand at you, “Yeah, I’ll be fine- just a little bruised…” Still, he didn’t dissuade your worries,

Turns out he was more than just a little bruised, as you would find out when things started getting a little hot and heavy on the drive back and Johnny had to pull over to a dark, secluded area just off the beaten path

Moving to straddle his lap, you felt him groan against your lips as you reached down to undo his belt, “mmm…ow- fuck!”

So, glancing down at the swollen, purple mess of bruise tissue on his legs, you decided to take a rain check.

Instead of ending the night getting laid in your boyfriend’s ‘69 Challenger, you spent the night at his place, holding ice to his sore thighs while he cracked jokes to make you laugh despite the situation.

If that ain’t love, then you don’t know what love is…

Ryan

When Ryan told you that over the phone that, “If you want, you could just come hang out at Castle Bam.” you thought that would mean swimming in the backyard pool and going out for dinner at Antonio’s,

But he meant it very literally, because there you were, sitting next to your boyfriend on the couch, watching TV.

I mean, you were happy to be hanging out with him, but is this his idea of a date?

“Is this all we’re going to do?” “Yeah.”

It was Dunn’s greatest power and his worst fault- he was horribly, aggressively chill

There you sat for hours, so comfortable with each other that you didn’t feel the need to make small talk, watching The Simple Life, or Nick and Jessica, or whatever dreck MTV away airing that afternoon

Later, Ry went to the kitchen to grab a few more beers, which certainly were aiding in his aforementioned chillness, when you called out to him,

“You know, I really had this image in my mind- maybe you’d take me out for food or some drinks tonight? Maybe a little courtship here?”

Plopping down next to you, Dunn passed you a bag of chips he got for you from the kitchen before handing you one of the two bottles from the side table with a faux bow, “Milady?”

Smirking, you took it from him, because you could never be mad at him for too long

But as the afternoon wore on, with the rest of the guys out filming something, your boyfriend eventually passed out drunk on the couch

“Yeah, this is how I wanna spend my Saturday…” Grumbling to yourself, you snatched the remote and absentmindedly flicked through channels for a while before you got bored

So, wriggling in next to your boyfriend’s warm, unconscious body, you laid your head against Ryan’s chest and listened to his heartbeat as you drifted off to sleep.

God, if there was a better way to wake up than to him gently playing with your hair and looking down at you with that sweet, lovesick look in his eyes, you didn’t wanna know

Mind you, he was still drunk given the fact he was only out for a couple hours,

And whenever you were within arm’s reach, Dunn got sappy drunk,

“You’re still here?”

Of course you were still there, but once he got like this, it was to your benefit to let him get it out of his system.

Tilting your chin up, Ryan planted a sweet kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “God- I am so lucky to have a girlfriend like you…”

Chris

When you broke it to Pontius that you had no clue how to surf, he dedicated a chunk of your beach date to teaching you, “It’s pretty simple- you’ll pick up on it in no time!”

Well, that’s not all he told you- he also said you looked hot in your bikini, but that’s not as important

“It’s easier if you practice this kinda stuff on land…” Your boyfriend dragged his board to lay down on the sand, waving you over, “Hop on!”

And, very close behind you, Chris stood guiding you on how to shift you weight and when to stand up with his hands on whatever part of your body made it easiest to explain to you

You’re not going to lie- you did pull the, “Is this how you do it?” card a few times more than was needed just for an excuse to feel his wide palms on your body for a little while longer.

But time came for you to actually do the thing he was teaching you, you totally wiped out!

(To nobody’s surprise)

Still, Pontius was the painfully kind guy you fell in love with, swimming out to wherever you fell and scooping you up Baywatch style before encouraging you to give it another shot

“You know,” glancing at him up and down- looking all suave and perfect with way the salt water glistened on his tan skin and curled his hair, “I think I’d rather watch you…”

What kind of guy would say no when their girl asks to watch them while they do something they’re awesome at?

With your ass in the sand, you spent hours oggling Chris from afar and cheering him on

Until the sun began sinking beyond the horizon and you decided to hit up the bar for drinks and something to eat.

Later that evening, once most of the tourists have cleared off of the beaches of LA, the two of you snuck back

“This place is beautiful at night- you gotta check it out Y/N!”

Visiting the beach to see it turned into building a bonfire, and there’s something so rugged and masculine about watching your boyfriend lug 50lb pieces of driftwood without breaking a sweat.

And with that visual in your mind, there’s only a few places the evening can go…

First with the arm around your shoulder holding you close, because it gets cold there at night, then a little kissing because hell, kissing always feels nice,

Which then proceeded to straight up beach sex. The fantasy kind of beach sex, where sand doesn’t get anywhere and there no seagulls or wayward cops patrolling the shore.

That night, still naked, you fell asleep in eachother’s arms by the smoldering remains of your fire, enjoying the warmth you shared.

Bam

“So I was thinking maybe we could ride four wheelers, chill out and play some pool, go for a drive in the Lambo, hit up the bar tonight- anything else you wanna do?”

The house was empty for one day, and your boyfriend just wanted to do the same shit he does with his dumb little buddies every other time they’re over?

Most of the time, your dates were more about him having fun than treating you to some sweet, romantic shit, but you had to admit that a part of you kind of contributed to the chaos

Once you got bored with jumping cars and doing tricks on the ATVs and headed inside, guess who came knocking on the door?

Dico, who your boyfriend totally forgot he made plans to work on the film edit with

But Bam had no qualms about shutting the door in his face,

“Yeah, yeah- I’m workin’ on it!”

Listening for him to walk away, your boyfriend turned to you with a smirk, “So, how’s that ride sound?”

The thing about living in the backwoods of Pennsylvania is that you can drive pretty much as fast and as recklessly as you want, and there’s no cops around to give you a ticket

Bam knew this and used it to his every advantage. He paid for the whole speedometer, why the hell shouldn’t he use it?

Especially when he had his girl in the car, who looked so cute when he made her nervous…

You ended up at Rex’s, and you were practically hyperventilating by the time you stumbled out of the Lambo,

“I could really use a beer right now…”

And as soon as you walked through door, there goes Mr. Friendly, paling arround with everyone in the bar and leaving you to drink alone. What a man…

But if there was something you loved about Bam, it was that he shows up when it counts,

Like when he caught that creep hitting on you out of the corner of his eye.

Never have you seen your boyfriend whip around so fast, planting his fist in the asshole’s jaw hard enough to throw him against the bar top

Wrapping a possessive arm around your waist and tugging you close, he spat at the guy, “Yeah- flirt with my girl again, fucker…”

You got back to the castle late, everything serene and dark as you laid snuggled up in Bam’s tousled sheets,

Which very quickly evolved into lazily making out, all slow and soft and romantic

(Because your boyfriend didn’t jump to screwing at every chance you got- credit to his immaturity)

And that’s how you fell asleep, with him nuzzling his face into your hair and nodding off

[suratan-zir]

I don't have any good rat photos for you today, but I do have a few bad ones.

I'd like to post more of Syrnyk, but there are only two types of pictures I can take of him:

He's jumping like crazy and wrestling with Skritch pretty much all the time when he's not asleep.

He has the most chaotic energy for a male rat, even for a young one. To think that this ball of mischievous cheerfulness would have spent his life locked in a tiny cage, suffocating, scared, and lonely… I'm happy I got him. It's nice to see the massive transition.

Why does Skritch always look so confused? 🥹

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

Staggedduo. Punz, after the Egg, started smoking to cope. When Dream escapes prison they quit, both because Dream's newly fragile health can't take it and because Dream worries about them.

--

Punz trudged into their bedroom, inhaling deeply as they made one final push to the bed, before collapsing into a heap on top of it. The soft comforter smelled freshly washed, and he sent a small prayer of gratitude to Dream for making the effort, if only on Punz's behalf.

A four-fingered hand rested lightly on top of their head and began to skritch.

"Long day?" Dream murmured. Punz made a noise that was muffled by the bed. He knew Dream understood though. He always did.

He heard the sound of a book being set on the bedside table, before hands were gently tugging on their shoulders. Groaning, they pushed themselves up, letting Dream reposition them until they were sheltered in his arms. Surprisingly steady hands wrapped around him, and Punz buried their face into his shoulder to hide away from the light that seemed to hurt their eyes the longer they were exposed to it.

Dream rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Do you need anything?"

He needed to never move again. He needed the ache in his muscles to go away with a bone deep pressure. He needed people to stop being so fucking stupid and horrible to talk to, and he needed Dream to stay right here.

"I'm good." Punz mumbled. Fingers gently ran through his hair, picking out the blood.

They stayed like that for a while, Punz soaking in the quiet that had been denied to him all day. Dream seemed content to hold him in silence, and Punz let their mind drift until they began to doze, the knowledge of absolute safety loosening the tension that they'd been holding for so long.

Dream leaned in, and suddenly he sniffed.

"You smell like smoke."

It was a mild tone. It was a dangerous tone. Punz untangled themselves from Dream just enough to meet his eyes. "I didn't-"

Dream pulled at the fabric of his hood to bring it to his nose. He grimaced. "It's on your clothes, too. Punz?"

"I wasn't smoking." Punz shook his head, fighting the urge to get defensive. It made sense, it was just a question, but God did he want to just. Throw this entire shitty day further into the trash. "I ran into Wilbur. He was going through a pack."

Dream's expression turned sour, before smoothing out into something gentler. "Are you alright?"

No. He wasn't. Punz sagged into his arms.

"Yeah, it was fine. Just annoying." A moment passed. "He offered me one."

Dream sucked in a breath. Fingers gripped tightly into the back of his hoodie, and Punz could sense the murderous intent. It was nice, to be cared about so deeply. It felt good. Like maybe even if he could still feel the itch in his head, it was worth it to turn down the nicotine if it was because someone was actually giving a shit about his health. Giving a shit about him.

"I'm sorry." Dream said. There were fingers scratching at his scalp again. "We can kill him if you want."

Punz laughed tiredly. "I'm good. Just wasn't expecting it. Better to lay low, anyway."

Dream hummed. It was meaningless noise. Then it was a tune, something vaguely familar that made their eyes droop. They pressed their face into his shoulder again.

"Your eyes are blue, by the way." Dream whispered into their ear. He began to hum again. Punz let themselves drift again, safe. Always safe, with Dream.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Thinking about my Canine Handler! Stone x aggressive Dog Hybrid! Reader and I raise you (or myself, I guess) Canine Handler! Kali with aggressive Dog Hybrid! Reader. 🫧

Same concept, Kali is Reader’s last chance because he tore his last handler apart (the handler kinda deserved it though, he wasn’t very nice). Kali looking at his collection of feral children and thinking “eh, what’s one more?”

Reader immediately lunging at Kali and only being stopped by the fact that the too-tight collar is attached to a heavy metal post or the wall or something - if a person was holding it, they would have been dragged along. Kali being immediately angry but not at Reader, instead at the conditions they’re keeping him in.

Kali somehow calming down Reader enough that he can give him skritches behind the ear, Reader is confused because instead of lashing out at him for trying to kill him he’s just like “shh, it’s okay, Daddy’s here” while glaring down whoever is in charge of Reader right now because it’s pissing it down freezing rain and they have him tied to a post outside.

Canine Handler!Kali is so Daddy. He immediately unties you from the post and gets you inside, very carefully approaching you with slow movements when he needs to towel you off due to you being out in the rain. He's not scared you'll lash out at him, he just doesn't want to scare you.

His words are soft when he speaks to you, a stark contrast to the way his words are so clipped with whoever had tied you to the post. He's giving your scratches behind your ears, cooing at you.

Kali is so pissed when he finds out you haven't been fed your dinner yet, so he goes and gives you food, his heart breaking at the way you eat it so fast because your previous handlers took away your food when you were "bad". Don't you worry, Daddy Kali won't do that to you, he'll prove it to you too.

[pinkanonwrites]

I rather like your take on Megatron and the Fae, to share a thought for all the people who want him to have his own little fairy I think a really cute idea for him getting a fairy friend might be like.

There's a little fairy in the garden who was made? Born? there and hasn't known any place else, so hasn't left even after they've grown but because their particular family group moved in back when the castle was abandoned and completely in ruin they're still very much learning to live with all the noise and sudden influx of Knights now living there and wanting to get to know the very shy fairy.

Rodimus in particular they avoid like the plague because of his grabby hands and one day well running from said knight they end up taking shelter on a bigger knights shoulder they hadn't properly gotten a good look at and instead are using him basically like a big tree.

Megatron is stunned to be used as a sanctuary of all things, Rodimus is shocked to be avoided to this extent but decides he can use this to his advantage to try and 'save' the fairy who he expects to freak out as soon as they notice who they're hiding on.

But instead gets a tirade of little bell chimes from the fairy still really not liking being touched or held without express permission. This then prompts Megatron to shoo off and tell off Rodimus for grabbing at the fae AGAIN and that if he keeps this up he's going to end up with a nasty hex he can't just wait out or have Ratchet fix.

Rodimus leave pouty and Megatron expects the fairy to bolt if they haven't already but he finds them just sitting there cautious but curious before leaving him with a light blessing in thanks for the help before quickly flying off.

He'll see that fairy plenty more as it's the only one that ever stays within his visual range and eventually will get so confident it starts leaving him pretty little nature gifts like tiny flowers and snail shells until eventually he has a tiny desk buddy who keeps him company well he works.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH That's such a cute idea! Megatron protecting a fairy just by circumstance only for them to end up getting attached to him is so sweet.

"Careful now." Megatron's hand comes up to catch the fairy as they're pushing his inkwell across the table, closer to his hand. The pot teeters dangerously but doesn't spill as he scoops the small pixie out of harm's way. They pout, arms folded, face scrunched in frustration, and Megatron can't help the small smile that sneaks onto his face. "Thank you. Much easier to reach."

Immediately the fairy beams, shooting up from his hand to fly a few circles around his head before alighting on his shoulder, legs dangling as they start brushing their fingers through the hair tucked behind his ear. He can hear their absentminded humming in between the skritch-skritch of his quill against parchment, and for just a moment, Megatron feels at peace.

[favouritefi]

btw in the catboy au its considered normal for humans to pet cat/dogboys as a greeting or as praise and this was why sir john was so beloved by some of the younger boys bc he doled out pets pretty generously whereas fitzjames only pets his lieutenants and crozier pets no one unless he's forced to. dont worry tho touch-starved cat/dogboys (largely dogboys) can go to the doctors for pets and its equivalent to physiotherapy (which didn't really exist until late into the victorian era but ignore that) so here's my reviews of the medical staff based on their pet-prowess:

Goodsir - tender soft touch, favourite amongst the marines, very good at chin skritches and cheek rubs and knows exactly where to scratch behind the ears, sometimes will even hum to you if you're lucky or (gasp) call you a good boy

McDonald - firm fatherly touch, will say "there's a lad" if you purr or chuff at him, never pets you for as long as you want him to though because he's rather busy running the sick bay

Peddie - this is usually who you end up getting on terror, lil awkward since he's still learning the ropes but he's real earnest about it

Stanley - perfunctory, clinical, expedient, you will leave ruffled and feeling worse than when you came in

secret bonus contender:

Bridgens - seen petting peglar so often that soon other cat/dogboys started not-so-subtly asking him for pets too, big hands firm touch, will smile kindly at you and maybe even ask about your day, if you're lucky he'll use two hands to cup your face and for a moment all your troubles disappear, WARNING afterwards peglar will be colder towards you for a brief period of time

[gallusrostromegalus]

I suddenly desperately want to know if Komamura does The Kicky Leg when Scritched.

(I would also like you to know I blame you (affectionately) for why I have an Arcanine named after him!!!)

No, because he's plantigrade, and the kicky leg is a digigrade reflex. Instead he'll arch into the good skrtiches with enough force to knock whoever is giving them over and trap them into giving more.

The only person who currently has skritch privileges is Kaname, because he is the only person in the middle of the venn diagram of "people Komamura trusts to give skritches" and "people Komamura is reasonably sure he won't accidentally break". Even though he's seven inches taller and significantly more hale than his captain, Shuuhei suffers a lack of skritch privileges because Sajin still has him mentally classified as "baby". Iba had an extremely aloof cat growing up and cannot emotionally bring himself to skritch with the necessary enthusiasm. Yamamoto is mildly allergic to pet dander.