#petting her petting her petting her pettin

[kodirox]

the best gag in dungeon meshi is marcille slowly spiraling into insanity while everyone just kind of pretends that she's fine. it's like they think that as long as they pretend they do not see it then they can manifest her returning to normalcy. but then she devolves even further and is diagnosed aiab (assigned italian at birth) and becomes evil for a little bit and they're like "ah fuck. how did this happen" as if they have not actively been driving her increasingly manic this entire time. and then even when she's evil she's somehow even more pathetic. like one of those kittens that just kind of wobbles around and then is given a bath and instantly looks 10x worse. and she's wearing a fucking jester's outfit but no one is calling her on it for some reason. tits and shoulders fully out with the eye bags to match, looking like she's constantly on the verge of throwing up. then while her friends are panicking and trying to snap her out of it literally the entire fucking town is standing there watching her warily but entirely unsurprised like this is exactly the kind of character development they expected from her. and that's when you realize it was all foreshadowing from the start and wasn't just her autistic girl swag

#monologue #dungeon meshi #hehe. shes crazy insane. i love her #petting her petting her petting her pettin #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers

[whitedragoncoranth]

Rocket Secretly Likes Being Petted I

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For a moment, Nebula wasn't sure what to think. Then, "You hacked your Cyberbrain?" she exclaimed with a mixture of anger and concern. "Why?!"

Rocket's expression wilted. "Shouldn'a said nothin'... Knew this was a bad idea..." he mumbled. Then, bracing himself as if for retaliation, he answered, "Y-Yeah. It's a bit of code I worked up that I can run whenever I want - it works on a timer - thirty minutes to an hour - and it sorta shuts 'me' down slowly, leaves enough-a me there so's I can control the instincts of... the--the racc--it... so it don't get scared... so it trusts."

Nebula puzzled through the jumbled rambling explanation, then, exasperated, asked "What if this piece of code fails?! What if this 'timer' stops working?! You'd never surface again, Rocket! Why would you make such a thing?!"

"BECAUSE WHEN DRAX PETTED ME, I LIKED IT, OKAY, AND I WANTED TO BE PETTED AGAIN!" Rocket suddenly shouted, eyes tearing up. "Because... because I wanted to know what all it was like without me gettin' in the way; all'a my thoughts. "'Touch only brings pain, Rocket! Petting is demeaning, Rocket. It's only for animals, pets, Rocket, and you ain't no animal or someone's pet!' All these awful thoughts, me gettin' in the way. B-But... I saw Quill layin' on the couch in the Milano Commons an' he was 'pettin'' Gamora, he was strokin' her hair an' she looked nearly asleep. I... I wanted ta feel that, ta know what it was like, this pettin' thing. An' I can, now--the timer code lets me stop bein' me for a while, then slowly brings me back, so's I can... get used to it... to being touched..."

Nebula nodded; she thought she kind of understood? "Just..." she huffed, "when you do this, please make sure someone is with you, just in case..."

Wiping his eyes with his paws, Rocket looked up at her. "Yeah... The other day, when Quill and I were arguing? It was all staged so's I could get him away from you all. I... I got him back to my room, apologized an' then we hashed out a deal..."

#rocket raccoon #gotg #petting #roquil hint #ooc-rocket

[naamahdarling]

This is Cinder. She was very brave. A bit too brave - an escape artist! She was very avid about hunting fluttery crawlies, and the Mad Cow Disease mousie toys. She had strong opinions on who was worthy to give her belly skritchers. She was tiny and mighty.

She would wander from the bedroom around 4am to lament LOUDLY that no one was awake to play with her, even if I had literally just been petting her. But she would immediately return to me for pettins if I called her back? 🤷

Oh, and she liked sitting on office chairs and being spun around. 😂

We know her job was Colony Keeper, the Lady of the House while alive. She is transitioning to a new job now, no doubt, having left us last month. 😔

Oh, bless. Bless her and you and the space she inhabited, forever full of her presence.

She is a very, very specific kind of heroine. I don't know how to define it. Portal fantasy heroine, I think. Of our world but transferred to another to adventure there and return, many times, as many as needed. Unlike so many portal fantasy protagonists, the plot does not force her to choose between them, dooming her to a life forever mourning one of her homes. She is fully capable of carrying the weight of a plot, or the fate of a world. You know the kind of character I mean -- the ones written so well they came off the page to live in your heart, making you a bit of who you are today. Not a perfect person, but a flawless character. Her story will live on.

[writtengalaxies]

Date Night

Characters: Yancy x GN!Reader

Word Count: 962

Spicy Rating: A mention of a fear of heights

As one of the very first things that you did after Yancy's parole was done, and he was finally fully free, was take him to the local county fair.

Autumn, you insisted, was a better time for fairs and festivals than the summer. It made the hot drinks and sugary snacks found around every corner feel satisfying and taste all that much better, and less like you were going to be sick from eating that many sugary foods. You wouldn't be sweaty, there weren't biting bugs, and there was less of a chance of half the fair closing simply because a surprising summer thunderstorm.

"Have you ever been to one?"

Yancy tucked his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as you stood in the grassy parking lot, bundling up into your favorite sweater.  "Youse know? I don't think I've ever been."

"Never?"

"Yeah, it just ain't...I, uh. I's been locked up for a long time, sweetheart. Woulda remembered somethin' like this."

You hook your arm into his, pulling him along gently. You were going to make this a date to remember.

You had planned everything carefully, arriving during the afternoon. The families with the smallest of children were more likely to leave before dinner, so it would be less crowded, better for him to adjust to the bustle of more people. It also meant that you could take the few short hours before dark doing all the fun festival things that would close around sundown, leaving the evening and night for the fair's midway. You walked through the competitions, watching as he marveled at the utter size of pumpkins submitted for the largest contest. You made it through the building housing the various horses, trying to hold back a laugh as he stare in awe (and a little bit of terror) at one of the draft horses.

"Those ain't supposed to get that big. That seems like that's a crime against nature," he muttered, making you laugh louder before you pulled him away. One of the other buildings had a long line when you had come in, that was dwindling now.

"Ever had an apple cider donut?"

"No? How in the hell do youse make a drink into a donut?" You pulled him into the line, letting him stare in wonder at the frying system as you buy a half-dozen donuts. The still warm, sugar dusted donut was a sweet treat for you, and after his first bite making his eyes light up with the sweet, Yancy polished off the other five with ease.

"What's a pettin' zoo?"

"It's where you get to pet a couple different kinds of farm animals, usually."

"Youse can do that?"

You knew what you had to do. He seemed nervous and unsure, among the few older children lurking around, until one of the farmhands keeping an eye on everything offered him a bottle to feed one of the goats. You knew you weren't getting him out of there any time soon, and more so once you followed him towards the calves. Sure, watching a full-grown man with slicked back hair, tattoos, and a leather jacket nearly cry at a petting zoo was probably unsettling to the stereotypical looking soccer mom trying to convince her children to stay away from him, but it didn't matter to you. Yancy was too busy being taken by the sweet cow who kept nudging her head into his hands, wanting another round of scritches.

The afternoon slid into evening, and as the first lights came on for the rides, you turned to watch Yancy's eyes light up in unison. It was time to bring him to the other half of the fair, the part you were looking forward to the most. You weren't sure if he'd like the rides nearly so much as the games, so you knew you had to bring him through the games part of the midway first.

As you approached the ring toss, his brow furrowed for a split moment before he took off running towards the game with a big smile and a shouted hello. You discovered, as he won round after round at game after game, that many of the people here were former fellow inmates of his from Happy Trails Penitentiary. Everyone was just as surprised and happy to see him, turning the games into a good meet and greet of people he had lost contact with after they had gotten out. As you made your way through the games thoroughfare, more often than not you would stand off to the side as he exchanged numbers with the person running the booth. With how many wins he also racked up, you ended up handing off most of your prizes to the few kids still left at the fair as the hours slipped away.

Finally, you convinced Yancy to give the rides a try, barely holding back a yawn.

"How's about this, doll? We do one ride, then head home?"

"Alright. You pick, then."

"What's that one? The big light-up wheel?"

You felt yourself get nervous, your fear of heights threatening you. Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, you convinced yourself silently that this was the one thing he got to choose today, after you dragged him around. You could do this.

"Alright."

It wasn't as bad as you thought, so long as you could continue to steadfastly stare straight out over the horizon, rather than looking down. It was easier to ignore the swooping weightlessness in your stomach, the way you felt dizzy and sweaty. Yancy wrapped an arm easily around your shoulders, holding you tightly. At the top of the ferris wheel, he gently took your chin, guiding you to look at him for a moment before he gave you a soft kiss, romantic through-and-through, before whispering against your lips.

"Thanks for the wonderful date, babe."

You'd face your fears a thousand times for him.

#musical jailbreak #my writing #markiplier yancy #yancy x reader #awhm yancy #yancy x gn!reader #gn!reader #markiplier egos #heist with markiplier #yancy markiplier #yancy x y/n #ahwm yancy

[twoheartswrites]

Could you write a hank x reader fic where the reader is afraid of dogs and hank helps him get over his fear with sumo (aka the best dog in the world) please and thank you ❤️

Who's A Good Boy?

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

(FTM Friendly) Male reader x Hank

Fluff/Short Fic

"It really is nice out today, huh" Hank mutters, his hand tightly holding mine as we made our way to the shopping central. The sun was shining as we walked through the park, hearing the kids laughing at the park and people and androids simply enjoying their time outside.

Until I noticed someone walking their dog, about to make their way past us. I can't help but tense up, and Hank notices.

"You okay?" He asks, but the dog and its owner were nearing- I couldn't help but try walking a little further away even if it meant pressing myself a little closer to Hank's side.

At this point, he's noticed the root of the problem

"Are you scared of dogs?" He asks, seeming concerned

The dog owner gave me a strange look before walking away, thinking I must've been a weirdo considering how scared I looked at them. I sighed and nodded, "I know you have a dog and all that so.."

"Is that why you avoid going to my house?" He asks, moments now clicking in his head as to why I would always make up excuses to not go to his house.

I shrugged, looking over at him "Yeah, that's why. I thought that maybe if I practiced being near a dog before going to your house, I could get over it or something, but the moment I entered a rescues shelter and got one glimpse, I just panicked! I didn't know what to do at that rate so I just.. kept making up excuses I guess. I don't know how long I could've kept it up, but it was worth a shot" I huffed in defeat.

I heard Hank let out a light chuckle before squeezing my hand,

"That's the most romantic and ridiculous thing I've ever heard, you know" He admits with a wide smile on his face, "if you want, I can show you to Sumo and we'll go slow. You won't have to pet him or anything if you don't want to, let's just think of this as-- exposure therapy but it's free"

I turn to Hank, a little surprised about how he's taken this so far

"Really? You're okay with that?"

"I mean, yeah. I'm in no place to judge you for your fears, and I know Sumo's a good boy, so, I have trust in this process" Hank explained.

Though I'm not sure if my sped-up heart rate is caused by the thought of seeing Sumo or because I just fell a little more in love with Hank, but either way I'll take it.

---

2 days slip by as Hank wanted to give me emotional preparation time. There I was with Hank, late at night. We had dinner and watched a movie, and now it was time to meet Sumo.

My heart races as Hank's keys jingle while he opens the doors. I could hear Sumo bark and the tapping of his nails on the wood floor. I was ready to book it, but the way Hank looked so excited for me to meet Sumo? I couldn't break his heart.

Hank finally opens the door and Sumo's already jumping for him. The Saint Bernard was huge, and I froze at how loud and big he was.

Thankfully Hank was able to hold Sumo's body tightly, almost like a big hug, and Sumo happily stayed still but with his eyes still stuck on me.

"I'll make sure he doesn't trample you. If you think you're able to touch him, then go ahead. Just tell me the plan" He says, looking at me with proud eyes.

I feel the fluttering in my stomach as I'm scared of this big dog but also touched by how patient Hank is being with me.

Trusting Hank, I slowly and timidly step into his house, getting closer to the dog. Hank's hold on Sumo doesn't budge, even if Sumo isn't showing any signs of wanting to escape or even movie.

Slowly and lightly, I place my hand on Sumo's head, expecting Sumo to move away or even bite me-

but he doesn't.

Sumo stays still, his tail wagging wildly and hitting Hank's side.

Hank hums to himself and coos out some "Good boy"s to Sumo.

"He's really soft" I state, running my hand through Sumo's hair. Hank nods petting Sumo lightly, "Yeah we gave him a shower a week ago" He informs, "do you need me to stay like this or do you want me to do something else?"

I stand silently, thinking over my options. I trust Hank, and I might trust Sumo. Maybe it's because it's Hank's dog that I don't feel like I'm in much danger, but Sumo is still a dog, and my years of fearing dogs since I was a kid aren't just gonna go away- not unless if I at least try to bond with Sumo.

"You can let go of Sumo, but I just need you to stick by me, and maybe move him away if he gets too close, please?"

Hank, without hesitation, does what I say. He lets go of Sumo and walks over to me, giving me a light kiss on the forehead.

"You can adventure through the house, Sumo won't do much" he says.

I take a deep breath, my eyes still on Sumo as I walk to kitchen as if there's still a chance he'll attack.

But he doesn't.

Sumo at first watches Hank and I walk away, wanders around the house a bit before he simply lets us be, laying down and closing his eyes in peace while Hank and I head into his kitchen.

Hank looks up/down at me with a face that just screams 'you did it'. Rewarded, Hank takes my hand and lightly pressing his lips over my knuckles, his eyes looking into mine as I practically swoon.

---

A week passes and I've been making daily check ins into Hank's house after his work.

Sumo's gotten used to me and doesn't get too close, but enough for me to pet and walk away with ease. At times I still get shaky, or need to seperate myself from Sumo, but Hank is there every step of the way.

Plus, Hank always seems so excited and calm at the same time when I'm able to pet Sumo, and I'm proud of myself for the progress I've done as well.

#dbh hank #hank dbh #hank anderson #hank #x male reader #male reader #x m reader #m reader #gay #ftm reader #ftm #trans male reader #trans male #dbh #Detroit become human

[yukikorogashi]

lifting her up by her stupid lil hood to have her at eye level and poking her chest with every other jabbing word. "look, kid. i ain't no babysitter - i don't know what ya think you're doin' but hands off the pig. and go find ya parents or somethin' i'm busy!" :')

RIPPED AWAY from what should have been a rare moment of respite, Itsuki should have known that something as harmless as petting a little piggy demon on the head would still get her in trouble with someone.

For with a yelp and flail of her little arms, being LIFTED SO VERY HIGH off her feet was more certainly not appreciated then! With the little demoness so clearly outmatched then-- if not OUTLIMBED by this very bro. Her wide eyes would squeeze themselves close with each poke of warning to her chest, before her baffled gaze would soon shift itself back down to the little piggy demon in question. Who had now just sweetly settled himself down beside the tall, spider-like demon.

"Ah... ah was jus' pettin' the lil' guy! H-He's jus' so cute, an'..."

Trailing off at the end, Itsuki would swallow quietly after when she was simply met with an unimpressed glare from him. Hoping that he would just set her back down onto her feet, Itsuki didn't really see a need to answer the rest of that (While she had heard it many times before from so many others (Who were either concerned or just as annoyed and spurned as this bro was), back when she was still alive-- it was NIGH IMPOSSIBLE now to find either of her parents down here).

Knowing that all that mattered then was that she scampered out of sight, and left him and his pet pig alone.

"Okie, okie-- j-jus'... put me down already, bro!"

@slvttyspider ❤️💕

#(Awww but who could resist petting Fat Nuggets? TAT) #(Tysm for this fun ask Moniiii <333 I squealed when I got the notification yesterday!!!) #❄️ asks ❄️ #slvttyspider #// hazbin hotel #❄️ HELL IS FOR CHILDREN ;; HAZBIN HOTEL VERSE ❄️ #❄️ queue ❄️

[gwydionmisha]

Cat Shenanigans

Sunday some Millenials were over for chat and lasagne making. (Goth Millenial makes exellent lasagne). Tavy was already low key worn out from the night before and he loves when he has multiple visitors he likes. He crashed hard a couple hours before they went home, curled up in a crinkle paper cave.

So I go in to pet Livia right after they went and she didn't know Tavy was in there. Odds are sghe thought he was asleep in his Desk Bed where he often is that time of night, since she hadn't seen or heard him in a couple hours, during which she left the room on personal business for a while.

She's rolling around like she does when she's having a pet on bed, completely relaxed, purring up a storm until suddenly, "crinkle." Livia is instantly alert. She is eying both ends of that large paper burritto. It's dim lighting and he's a dark brown cat in the center of a tunnel with a long overhang. Her angle is bad anyway. She relaxes back into her pettin.

Crinkle. Pause. Crinkle. It looked to me like he's done a little stretch, then curled back up. I see him do this multiple times a night. Livia was looking right at the crinkle paper burrito that time and she saw it for sure, though her angle wasn't nearly as good as mine.

Up she got to investigate, clearly hoping that there was live prey in there. (Livia is always hoping for live prey, her favorite thing). She looks in the big end, but clearly can't see properly. I looked in right after and I'm pretty sure we were looking at the curl of his back end from the tube shape and the lack of eye reflection. She goes back to her pettin spot, but is on high alert even as I was scritching her about the head and she was purring.

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle. From my vantatage it looked like he got up and turned around, judging from how the paper moved. Being no dummy she peered in the small end. I know she was looking at his rear spine again, because I peered in the other end and got blinky eye shine which I returned. From here perspective, she knows something's in there and it has to be in a certain size range. Is it a rat? A bunny? (She's hunted mice before successfully and gets extrenmely excited by the porch bunnies and spends hours in porch bunny season staring out there in hopes they will come.) My bet is it never occurred to her it was Tavy, because if he'd been in the bed he'd have normally turned up at this point either for his scare of pets or to bother her.

Her whole body is telegraphy curiousity an excitement at this point. Live Prey! In her bed! So she starts kicking at the crinkle paper, first with a hind leg, then batting at it etc., settling in for what she clearly hopes will be hours of fun.

Tavy and I have this game we've played since he was a kitten called "cat in bag." First it was a medium pharmacy bag, then a large one, then a grocervy bag. He is in the bah. I poke it from various angles until he demolishes the bag from with in. We play a similar game with crinkle paper and usually a fly swatter I can slide under him or rattle papers without risking my had.

My bet is Tavy, who had just exchanged blinky eyes with me thought I had just initiated this game with him.

She think she is batting at cover to get live prey to run; he thinks i'm out there with a fly sqatter or silenced ingle stick trying to start one of his favorate games. He suddenly darts out the small end ready to grab the toy that is actually a massive Livia paw and their faces are about three inches apart and they startle the shit out of each other. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Run away! Run away!

Poor puddings.

#My Cats #Livia #Tavy

[pokebonkus]

OKAY SO

pokebonkus' pokemon time,

thisll be a long ass post so buckle in babes

First off is Cirus, my lucario, male. hes my absolute baby, my unit of a man, hes about 4' something and hes an absolute dumbass <3 he likes to snuggle and if i dont give him enough attention hell shove his snoot under my arm to get pettins. hes my first pokemon and i got him as a riolu

Sylveon, male - who im slowly giving the new nickname Snorple! - is a little bastard, but i adore him to no end. sometimes hell stand over my chest and stare down at me like hes plotting my ultimate demise. he also occasionally just palps people with his ribbons and its kinda funny cuz ill be minding my own business and suddenly my face is palped by soft fuzzy tentacles. Did you know theyre carnivores?

Manchester, a little male wooper i got from my brother (he got him from a random pokemon trade), is just a funky little dude. he sometimes just. gums on my hand. which is really weird but also cute. they have small teeth so his chompins dont hurt *too* much unless he gets too excited

Theres FEESH, who's a male clodsire (also from my brother). hes basically bonded with manchester and parents him. its super cute because hell let manchester bite on his little stumpy leggies and its so sweet, theyre also almost always cuddling

Geebole, my female garchomp, is basically my #1 pokemon, her and cirus come with me everywhere, and were working on getting both of them registered as service pokemon! theyre wonderful, and thankfully geebole has sand veil instead of rough skin so shes easier to pet! i got her as a baby gibble too <3 hence her name lol

Psybeam, male dusk lycanroc. i caught him as a regular ol'e rockruff, and as he got older he got a bit more aggresive and bitey. i was expecting him to end up evolving one night, but no! he evolved at like. 5pm on a tuesday and now hes my lovely orange baby! hes named after the move he apparently knows, psybeam, which i didnt know rockruffs could learn!

Hydreigon, they dont respond to any gendered term so i call them Big Bastard. still unnamed other than that, lol. took a lot of training and a lot of repairs to my parents house to get them to not be so bitey and destructive as a hydreigon, but thats why i started working with them early as a deino! honestly at this point theyre fairly sweet, despite the species reputation. theyre a bit tempermental though, and i have to make sure i have PLENTY of chew toys and things they can tear appart else they'll use my matress or something instead. i dont want to have to replace the tv again 😔

skeeby, female arcanine. fun fact, her tera is rock, which is kinda cool! i dont remember how i learned this, lmao. but anyway, when i caught her, she was a growlithe and she deadass attacked me the second i made eye contact. immediately ran and full blown tackled me before i could react lmao, but hey now shes my big ole warm ass cuddlebug! shes a fucking space heater and i love cuddling her on cold winters

Beef Jerky, female volcarona. not a whole lot to say about her, she has -3 braincells but keeps me nice and toasty :) shes also very good at scaring the shit out of me because she learned how to play dead (thank my brother...) and so shell occasionally just Do That with minimal prompting and ill walk out of my room and have a heart attack cause shes on the floor upside down. fucking bastard bug (beloved)

Minior!! Literally JUST got them (as of editing the post), they are so ROUND and shaped and YELLOW!!!!!! god my little beloved right here. not much is known about them yet, but i got them from @teambloodmoonofficial :)

These are just my non-shinies so far! and ill be sure to update with the other non shinies i inevitably get. ill reblog with my shinies, cause i dont *really* want this to drag on forever in just one basic post lmao

#pokebonkus info #bonkus mons #pkmn irl #pokemon #pokemon irl #pokémon

[monmuses]

Reaches over and gently rubs her head. "Soft kitty..." [ for Juniper ] - Unprompted

UNPROMPTED ASKS - Always Accepted!

     A soft grumble was heard from her, ears flicking to the side as the stranger reached to pet her head. It wouldn’t be the first time she received headpats because of her lioness appearance, tail swaying behind her. She was slightly annoyed, but she should’ve seen this coming.

     “Be glad you’re pettin’ me on the one day I’m not feelin’ too bad,” she said with her paws on her hips. “I’m only here doing my job. So don’t stick here too long. I got a job to do to keep an eye on this place.”

#flwrcrowns #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔰𝔦 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝔲ñ𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔢𝔡𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔞ñ𝔞𝔯; (𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔶) #// *shes a lil grump but pet her bc she loves it

[tfyouthinkiam505]

i went to my dads yesterday n my stepmom told me that my neighbor told her that he dont like my dog cause he barks at him when hes outside

an then told her that hed kill my dog if it ever got off his lead and ran up to him

like my guy, , ,

youre saying you have no balls?

absolutely zero?

like a whole ass vagina up there?

scared of a dog cause he barkin at you

bitch, have you never walked by your other neighbors house?? they got 3 dogs chained uo out there that all try to lunge and bark at you when you walk by

and idk how long you been actively payin attention to your surroundings, but their dogs ALWAYS get loose and try to start shit with the other neighborhood dogs and/or the people

so why tf MY dog a problem?

least i keep my dog on a fuckin lead lmao

least my dog stfu and comes back in the house soon as i call him

he got 2 little dogs he lets run around outside without supervision and without a lead

theyre both little ass chihuahuas and one of them is white

its fucking winter

that dogs gonna get hit, runnin out in the road

worry about your own damn dogs first before you try n worry about someone elses

i was walkin my dog one time n was walkin past this old couple. n he starts barkin n growlin at them n tryina drag me so he can get closer to them.

this old ass lady looks at my dog n goes "oh, hes such a sweet boy" n starts fuckin pettin my dog

obvi my dog dont do nothin n just lets her pet him cause he all bark, no bite

but how tf this 30 sum yo MAN (if he can even be considered as such) got less balls than a +70 yo fuckin lady

crazy

stg if mans ever tried to pull somethin on my dog, id steal his two dogs n if he try n ask me about em, imma just tell him i let my dog tear em to shreds since he believes my dog is such a "monster" (my dog l o v e s other dogs and animals in general. he dont care how big or small they are or what they look like)

like cmon

youre scared of t h i s ???????

hes just a lil guy

[legovasavouchi]

Beatrice’s beard game is still going strong

#my chickens #beatrice #her beard was EXTRA fluffy when i was takin these pics #lookin good girl. #what's really funny is when its rained and her poor beard is all scraggly #oh hey guess what. abigail squatted for me today #eggs are sure to follow! #she seemed like she was mellowing out a little. being less skittish and more curious #most hens get pretty chill and sociable when they start laying #my guess is beatrice will be after abby. b/c she's gotten more sociable too #but marcy will be the last. she used to be very cuddley!! #but in her adolescence she decided she didn't want to be pet at all #and she still holds to it #but she's so big and fat i always wanna be pettin her!! hopefully she'll come around soon #so excited for all these eggs... #abby's eggs have the potential to have speckles #and beatrice's eggs will be blue #:)))) #goblin critters

[caroldantops]

science pls explain why demon!nat makes me so soft like....,,,,

imagine demon!nat gently pushing her horns into your hands when she wants to be pet???and you stroking them and her purring and her tail just twitching and being happy. or when she is angry on your behalf or jealous and petting them to calm her down.

fun fact: when u feel like being a brat u will sometimes nip at her ears and horns to get her a little stirred up. or maybe like, u meet demon!carol and you play w her hair as a ~tease~ and its close to her horns and jealous demon!nat LOSES IT and takes u home to 1. raw u and 2. make puppy eyes to get her horns pet after

also her knowing u pettin her horns means like, love or something unspeakable like that. god im so soft for this concept its gross sorry about all the horn horniness

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR HORN HORNINESS this is exactly the content i want like the horns are just so hhhfhfhfjkffklgvk

nat absolutely bonks u like a goat when she’s sleepy and wants ur attention or if you’re concentrating on something and you just laugh at her and scratch her horns like she obviously wants

and omg okay idea maybe touching horns is like considered very intimate act like it’s reserved for only people you love basically and so even the thought of u touching someone else’s (even tho you would never after nat told you how sacred it is) drives her insane

#demon!nat #c: natasha #soft stuff #AAAAA!!!!!!! #I LITERALLY CWNT STOP THINKING ABOUT HER OK GOODNIGHT #demon au

[custom-emojis]

This is my other car Avi she yells whenever you stop petting her

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Look at her she’s SCREAMING she’s so fuckin angry I love her. She’s so good. Don’t ever pettin her. -Raz

#Nice submissions #submission

[thelittlebunnypawsthing]

Soft boy. Sweet boy.

#thelittlebunnypawsthing #bunblr #shelter buns #adopt don't shop #pettins #:I got him adopted that day #:the mom and daughter were so sweet and loved Twitch #:even after putting him on the girls lap startled her and she started bawling #:and mom had to comfort her and explain again that he's not going to be a lap bunny #:and ask the little girl if she wanted to come by another day and see if we had any lap buns then #:the girl still wanted Twitch #:which was great because the mom was completely sold long before #:the mom had done research beforehand and knew buns aren't animated plushies and that children need to behave gently #:the mom was hoping to get a bun they could maybe watch tv with and pet on the couch #:and Twitch just turns into a puddle when petting happens #:he's a curious boy and explorer when there aren't pets #:but he's happy to be interrupted with head pets #:so anyway I really do hope it all is working out for them #story time

[pinktatertots99]

And also for the Misc Prompts - 5. Can I pet your dog? Do I know you? Fooooor I don't know? Maybe the Padpa Troll Marvus, was it?

AIGHT i can do this, iiii can do this. -blugh first time writin hiveswap shit that isnt au stuffs-

human au time!

Sentence Starters

5. “Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

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your name is marvus xoloto, world renowned slammin poet for the masses and you have found the goodest of all the holy spirits creatures in your sites.

your currently covered up in a plain purple hoodie, black baggy pants spray painted commissioned sneakers and a fanciful insignia'd purple mask. granted you just needed to hide your luxurious mane and keep your show paint off and most people wouldn't recognize you except for your super fans and stalkers.

your sitting in a seat on the subway, decidin to take some time off and enjoy the sites of this city before you'd have to go back and work on getting your shows ready and rehearsing but right now you will not do either that unless you pet dat dog a couple seats away from you.

nobody else is sitting in them so you have clear view of dog in sight. a usual lookin brown and white collie you think? them lassie lookin dogs yknow the one. attatched to it's leash is its owner who looks like she stepped out of a lesbian cowgirl romcom in faded jeans, button up brown shirt, cowboy boots that're definietly for work then fashion, matching brown gloves and her hair chocolate brown hair cascading over her sunkissed skin.

you look around, barely anyone else is around your sitting area or on the left side of the train while they all be on the right side as you move to slide over; she doesn't notice. you slide to the next and she takes her phone out. you decide to stay like this cause sittin side to side ain't your thing.

her dog notices as their tail wags. you put on your best extroverted personality but tone it down enough to not be noticable if she knows you as you speak up.

"ayuh, min' if pet ya doge?" she looks up at you confused. "wha?"

"c'n i pet ya dog?" you ask more bluntly as she looks between you and her dog. "ohh yah shure thin'." she replies her accent thick and country as the dog gets into your sight and yo go pettin em. "her name's lady."

"niiiiice lil lady." you respond petting under her chin and side of her cheek as she nuzzles into it, melting like butter on a kitchen counter when it's ninety-nine degrees in california. your heart is melting at the sight that you don't notice cowgirl giving you an eyebrow arch.

"...do i, know ya?" she asks as the subway stops, you smirk under your mask. "dun th'nk so." you respond taking out your bejeweled phone cased phone in purple, gold and pink. "is it aigh't if i snap a flash?"

"pardon?"

"take a pic."

"oh! yah shure shure." she responds moving the dog to calm down. "i uh, got myself a blog a' pics a' her, if ya wan-" your already bringing up your phone's notes as the other passangers go first as you take down her site's account and both of you wave eachother off once you leave.

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your name is skylla koriga and your currently sitting on your couch, lady in your lap as your in your shorts and tank topped pajamas with a towel over your hair. your currently checking out your social media accounts, looking at one of your new followers with the name name 'MX:O)"

you decide to click it, and proceed for the rest of the evening nearly rolled over and almost knocking your head on the small table you have when you screamed and realized THE marvus xoloto long renowned slam poet is following your silly dog blog and wondering how!?

#hiveswap #hive swap #hs #home stuck #homestuck #fanfiction #marvus xoloto #skylla koriga #i made this #michi!

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: Consequences? For Me?

So Tavy was scheduled for a medicine finger. In these situations, I wait until he's hassling Livia to administer his meds because he hates it and if I'm going to do something he hates I might as well use it to discourage something I don't want him to do.

Livia, who is no fool, has noticed the pattern of she complains loudly about harassment from the bedroom and one of us comes and glares at him so he stops. If it's me or squirrel, we generally come give her a little pet. She has recently started weaponizing this by now and then crying wolf to get the pet.

Wednesday night, this strategy bit her in the ass. I heard her do her "stop it! I mean it!" yell, and quickly prepped meds and went in there to dose the emperor. Problem was the Emperor was not trying to colonize her spot on the bed, he was innocently just up from a nap. It was too late not to dose him, so I gave him a little pet and then betrayed him by slipping him cat laxative.

Livia was already in one of her favorite pettin spots waiting for the love. She generally only gets a dose 4-6 times a year, rather than weekly, so she no longer reacts when he gets dosed and ignores medicine smell on my non-pettin hand. So I gave her a little pettin and then to her horror, gave her a half dose!!!

In other news I broke the fragile toe again. Squirrel taped it up so it should be fine.

#Personal #My Cats