#bean the bengal

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

So this seems like a good time to show y'all the tiniest toebeans since I forgot to do it after the kittens were born but I SPECIFICALLY took pictures of my NEWBORN STILL DAMP kitten's paws to show off their teeny tiny toebeans:

tiny toebeans for the tiniest boops

#kittens #bengal kittens #boop #toe beans #tiny things #the tiniest toe beans you will ever see #shhhh I know the quality's not great #YOU try taking a picture of a NEWBORN KITTEN'S TOEBEANS and get it to come out high quality ajklghdasdaf

[blizzardstarx]

old (2022) oc art dump

halfmask, blizzardstar, and gingerstar v

eclipse and gingerstar my lesbian cats <3 v

aura and i forgot her name the silver bengal

and paw anatomy

#blizz's art #warrior cats oc #ocs #Blizzardstar!!! #Gingerstar!!! #Halfmask!!! #not gonna make a tag for eclipse cause i only came up with her two years ago and then proceeded to abandon all my ocs 😭 #they all got some trauma lmao #except that silver bengal i forgot why i created her #halfmask is a war hero and spy with ptsd #blizzardstar…. poor poor baby #explained in another post but he witnessed his parents and one of his siblings being killed in front of his eyes in a coup detat #basically had to be on the run for most of his childhood too #gingerstar got run over by a twoleg monster (car) #when she was a warrior #i love her sm i was gonna write a book for her but stopped to do blizzardstars #i created a whole new warrior cats role for her too as ambassador #i should redraw halfmask and gingerstar sometime #also toe beans <333 #the reason why the first beans look blurry is cause the stupid website i used glitched and i had to restore the drawing and redo the lines #fuck you sketchpad #and eclipses parents were homophobic 😭 so she escaped and found gingerstars clan #aura!!! #aura haha..... #very complicated story

[mamaestapa]

omg should i buy a bengals collar for my sisters dog (aka joes number one fan)??

i feel like bean needs a bengals collar

#bean is joes number one fan #she watches edits of him all the time #she needs a bengals collar bahah

[srijagannathenterprise]

#Exporters of Soyabean Oil in India #Soya bean Oil Manufacturer in Kolkata #West Bengal

[petrapalerno]

Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #4

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, breath play, and violence.

MASTER POST

PREVIOUS

You reach for him, but find nothing but a fistful of purple fur. Maybe he’s finally gone back to the orgy and found something else to rut. 

You blink, trying to clear your crusted eyes of sleep. Could you even find your way back to the spawning pits on your own? You weren’t really paying attention to what direction he walked when you were slung over his shoulder. 

He couldn’t have walked that far, could he?  

With a deep breath, you push your body up to sit; every muscle feels overworked and stiff as you move. Bringing your hands down to your pussy, you wince. 

Being overworked is an understatement. You’re ninety-nine percent sure that you’ve torn something. 

Sure, you like it rough, but everyone’s got a limit. You could stay here one more night and soldier back to the pits for more fun before you’re taken to the Volkroth nesting grounds. 

The actual giving birth part of the breeding program isn’t really the thing that excites you, but it’s kind of package deal. Luckily, you’ve been assured that the gestation time is short and birth is much easier than for normal humans. The Volkroth deliver very undeveloped young and are brought to term outside the body at the nesting grounds. 

When it was being described to you, they made it seem like they reproduced similarly to pandas or kangaroos— but no pouch was required. The tiny baby bean goes into some kind of pod, and you can go about getting fucked roughly for the rest of the spawning season. They raise the young communally too, so there’s no expectation of parenting for you either. 

Looking at the sheer size of the Volkroth, the whole idea of a tiny bean of a baby seems ludicrous. But then again, you’re no expert on alien reproduction. 

You’re just here to be ripped apart, and you’ve still got three months left until the spawning season ends. One rest day won’t put that big a damper on your orgy fun, will it? 

The fire you slept next to is low, and you nudge a puck of the fuel you saw Drohako stoke it with last night into the flames. They instantaneously spark and the fire greedily engulfs the puck of dried vegetation and mud. 

You’re just about to lie back down when you hear grunting and the hide that covers the cave’s entrance flies open. 

The sun blasts into the cave, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the alien sun’s intensity. Slowly, two forms begin to block out the light. 

Drohako stands, one arm up, holding the lead to some huge alien animal. As he guides it through the opening, it limps on one of its four legs. 

“Stupid Grasyi, I hope the run was worth it.” He barks at the beast that looks like a cross between a Bengal tiger and a moose. As he ties the animal up, you see its legs are far too tall to belong to a big cat, but its blocky head is feline. A set of large and branching black antlers curl around his head. Its striped yellow fur is thick and fluffy, but you can tell it masks how vicious the beast is. The animal’s almond eyes flick over to you as it licks its lips lazily, revealing a viciously sharp set of teeth, it's incisors lengthening out like a snakes fangs. 

“Drohako?” 

“Who else would it be?” He turns to me, annoyed and scowling. 

“I don’t know. I figured you headed back to the spawning pits. Don’t get pissy with me.” I stand slowly and with a great deal of shaking effort. 

“And now you’re hurt, too? You, little human, might have eyes bigger than your cunt.” He gestures down to his crotch. His massive cocks are covered with some kind of loincloth. It does little to hide his thunder, so to speak. 

You scoff, but he’s probably not wrong. Taking a step forward, your knees unexpectedly give out. Closing your eyes, you expect to fall face first into the fire. 

You feel the heat on your cheeks, but not the licking sting of the flames. Bringing your hand up to your chest, you feel Drohako’s brawny forearm. It grips your chest tightly, holding you just above the fire. 

“You move pretty fast for a big guy,” you chirp, still woozy. 

“You are injured,” he tells you earnestly. 

“No shit, Sherlock,” you mutter under your breath, and he pulls you into his arms. 

“You will tell me next time you’re injured. You won’t be stupid like this again,” He scolds as we walk further into the cave. 

My stomach grumbles and clenches uncomfortably. “Maybe I’m just hungry.” 

Drohako groans, “You are both, and you’ve informed me of neither.” 

“Sorry, I thought you hit it and quit it,” I laugh. “I’m sure I would have figured it out once I made it back to the spawning pits—“

Drohako wraps his hand around your hair and tugs your head back hard. 

“You are not going back to the spawning pits. In fact, you will not leave the home cave,” he seethes. 

“What? Were you serious last night? Isn’t that the point of me being here?” He steps over some kind of ledge, and you realize he’s lowering you both into the hot spring you saw last night.

Drohako tucks his legs under him, sitting over his crossed ankles, and cradles you as he slowly brings your body under the water’s surface. Now that you’re actually in it, you don’t think it’s water. It’s not sticky, but it is thick like syrup. It clings to your body and displaces in ways that water wouldn’t.  As you lay across his lap, he looks at you with a sour scowl and tugs your hair back into the pool, “Hold your breath.” 

You don’t do it fast enough, and some water gets into your nose and lungs. You choke when he lets you up, gasping for air and forcing the warm water out of your chest. 

“What the fuck? You’re mad that I’m injured, so you try to drown me?” You sputter at him. 

“The frustrating fact that you have no self-preservation skills, and also can’t follow instructions, isn’t my fault…now is it? Quit complaining before I gag you again. The planet’s blood is healing.” He acts like he would rather do anything other than caring for you…but does it all the same. 

“Planet’s blood? Healing?” You ask, but realize that he’s right. Your muscles are relaxing, and even your crotch isn’t as sore. 

“How injured is your cunt?” He asks as if you’re talking about the weather. 

“It’s sore,” you say, trying to mitigate how painful it actually is. 

With a sigh and an eye roll, he spins you so that your head rests just below his pecs. You feel pint-sized when he’s manhandling you. 

You don’t resist when he pulls your knees apart wide enough so that your feet fall on the outside of his own legs. You watch him with curiosity as he slides a big purple hand between your legs. He rubs broadly over your mound and lips, working the healing water over your pussy. 

You ease into him as some of the stinging is instantly soothed. 

Your mouth parts as his hand dips lower, and two of his thick fingers run up and down the lips of my pussy before pressing into you entrance. You flinch slightly as he touches your torn skin. 

“I should fuck you even rawer for not telling me you were hurt,” he says through gritted teeth. 

You wonder if maybe he actually did scrambled something in your brain when slammed it into the ground. A cord tightens inside you as your arousal grows. It would fucking hurt, but in a way, you feel you would like. 

You buck your hips a little, maybe giving him the gentle nudge he needs to fucking wreck you again. 

His other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides hard. You bite your lip, unable to help the warmth spreading over your body.

“You are an insolent thing who will only get fucked once she listens. You’re going to have to earn these cocks.” 

You expect him to move his hands a little faster, perhaps slipping at least one of his cocks up into you. 

But he doesn’t. He rubs your torn pussy slowly, and you can almost feel it mending itself, thanks to the weird alien liquid. The new skin that grows is more sensitive than what was there before, and it doesn’t help you lessen your arousal. 

“Do you want this seed filling your belly, growing my spawn?” He breathes into your ear, and all the while, his hands move torturously slowly on your no longer painful pussy. 

“Yes,” you sigh as he squeezes your neck all the harder. 

“Do you want your tight little human cunt to milk these cocks?” He rasps, letting his fingers find your clit. Because the liquid your in, the planet’s blood, is thick and viscous, it lets him glide over the sensitive spot at your pussy’s apex with ease. 

Your legs shake as he runs circles around the bundle of nerves, your muscles clasping, begging to be filled up with his thick cocks. You want to feel the delicious swell of his knotting dicks again. 

“Please Drohako,” you moan, arching up. 

“Do you want to come, little human?” He bites your ear lobe hard. 

“Fuck yes,” you say, so close to the edge of no return. 

“Then you will fucking listen to me from now on,” his tone changes from sensual to angry in the span of a heartbeat. 

You’re surprised when he stops petting your pussy and pushes your knees shut. You're still throbbing with need when he pushes you forward into the pool so he can leave it. 

“Did you really just do that?” You pant as you watch him walk back toward the front of the cave, pushing your own hand between your thighs. If you don’t find your release, you feel like you’ll explode and your fingers work furiously, trying to expedite your own ecstasy. 

“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself,” his voice booms as he snarls at you. You jump almost as much as the strange creature tied up by the cave’s entrance. “You will come only when I allow it, and right now, you don’t deserve it.” 

Oh. This is a thing, a thing you like. Do you get off on withholding? 

“You will let your body heal, you will eat the food I’m about to bring you, and you will stop talking about returning to the spawning pits. You took my knot, you are my mate.” He balls his fists up. “I will teach you some gods’ damn discipline if it’s the last fucking thing I do,” His purple face is flushed near blue as he points an accusatory finger at you. 

“Your mate?” You ask, bewildered.

NEXT

#monster fucker #monster fuqqer #monster smut #monsterfuqqer #monster romance #monster lover #smut #terato #aliens #i love aliens #alien romance #alien x reader #alien x human #alien #Petra palerno #STTABshort

[0sincerelyella]

Her Knights In Shining Armor - J.B

Summary: y/n and joe run into the end of the beginning to their exciting new journey, and the boys are happier than they ever could be.

Warnings: i don’t capitalize on purpose this isn’t a school essay. these are just for funzies for me and you, hope you enjoy!!

(mason is six, ollie is four)

As a 9 month pregnant woman, it was difficult for y/n to get up and down the stairs to the stadium at this point. Sadly, that is the boys favorite place to watch the games. At this point in y/ns pregnancy she couldn’t risk sitting in the stands, in fear of not having a way to get out. she didn’t want to ruin the boys fun at the games so they sat with Joes dad in the stands while y/n sat in the VIP box with joes mom.

Todays game is the biggest of the season. it’s the AFC championship game against none other than Kansas city for the third year in a row. It was in the beginning of the fourth quarter, the bengals were up one touchdown and Kansas city had the ball.

Y/n sat in the VIP box with Robin, on the edge of her seat. she’s screaming and yelling at the plays and the flags, she’s standing and pacing back and forth. “Y/n maybe you should sit down, you don’t wanna stress bean out” y/n sighed, angry at the distance between kansas city and the end zone

She obliged and sat down, holding her stomach, feeling an odd sensation she didn’t enjoy much.

looking back to the game she quickly stood in anger, watching as the chiefs scored a touch down. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE-“ a sharp gasp stopped the yelling.

a pool of water flooded the ground, and y/n held her stomach as tight as she could. “Y/n? oh my goodness!” Robin stood as fast as she could. “It’s time no it can’t be time” her breathing became heavy as everyone in the box began to help her out of it as Robin called staff on the side to inform Zac. Quickly, the staff gave zac the phone.

“Zac i know it isn’t the time but y/n is going into labor” Y/n was groaning angrily as she tried to get herself down the stairs. “Oh no, i’m gonna have to pull joe” “NO! do not let him leave!” “y/n he’s going to want to be at the hospital.” “i know but this game is important to him- AH- and me, and it’s almost ove- CRAP just DONT LET HIM LEAVE”

Zac sent security up to get them and drive the two to the hospital.

on the feild, the fourth quarter had 5 minutes left as y/n began to make her way to the hospital.

Joe was throwing the ball and jamar ran it into the end zone, putting them up a touchdown. joe celebrated with his teammates as he heard zac’s voice through his helmet. “Joe, don’t freak but your wife’s going into labor” joe froze for a second, then ran towards the sideline “coach you gotta pull me” zac explained what y/n requested but joe was not having it. “i’m not missing my child’s birth!” “Joe y/n wants you to win the game, it’s almost over just push through and we will get you to the hospital as quickly as possible”

joe was not happy about it but he agreed, staying the rest of the game.

Jim, joes dad, had been told to let the boys finish the game and then take them to the hospital. so that’s what he did.

after the game, which the bengals had won, sending them to the super bowl. but joe had no time to celebrate. He rushed to the hospital as quick as possible in pads and all. He ran as fast as he could into the hospital, being directed to the room y/n was in. when he saw her laying in the hospital bed he completely broke down. “i thought i missed it” he was about to cry.

“Enough of that- OW- did we win?” she was wincing and screaming, but cared about nothing but the game. “Yes baby, we won, now come on let’s deliver this baby”

——————————

as quickly as he could, joe ran out into the waiting room, only to be faced with his whole team, his mom, his dad, but not his two sons

“What are all you guys doing here? you should be celebrating” the big grin on his face never left. “We couldn’t celebrate without our QB and our new D1 athlete” Jamar said. “So tell us joe, How is my new baby?” his mom asked

“She’s beautiful” that’s when the tears fell. the entire lobby filled with yells of joy, yelling about this beautiful new baby girl.

“her name is Bailey Eleanor Burrow” Robin began to cry as she hugged her son. “can i see her?” “i wanted the boys to meet her first, where are they?” just as he said that, Oliver and mason ran into the room playing tag.

“Daddy! Daddy! how’s bean?” joe smiled, grabbing his boys, taking them to the room.

when the boys poured into the room, y/n was holding bailey to her chest. “boys” she smiled, as oliver climbed into the bed. “oli stop it!” “no joey he’s okay” joe took his daughter as the boys hugged their mother close. “boys, i want you to meet your baby sister, bailey”

the first night they took bailey home, she cried all night, as babies do. not only keeping joe and y/n awake but also mason and oliver.

specifically, one night, mason and oliver crept out of there room before their sister woke up to cry. they layed infront of her door and closed there eyes.

when bailey began to cry, joe got out of bed to tend to the new light of his life. when he walked into the room, he hadn’t noticed the crying stop. he looked at her crib, and low and behold the two boys had stood on chairs to bend down and help their sister sleep.

“boys? what’s going on?” the boys looked up. “hi daddy” ollie said, smiling brightly. “Sorry you woke up daddy, we wanted to keep bails safe tonight don’t worry” mason smiled, standing tall and bright.

“joey? what’s happe- boys what are you doing awake?” y/n walked into the room, smiling at her boys. “you should be sleeping”

“they wanted to protect bails” the smile widened.

“oh boys” y/n tiredly picked up oliver, and joe picked up mason, walking towards his girlfriend with a kiss on the forehead.

“you boys are her nights in shining armor”

#joe burrow #cincinnati bengals #nfl imagine #cincinnati bengals joe burrow #joey burrow

[felinefractious]

Boop!

Not looking for breed or color IDs (one's a black moggie, other's a tortoiseshell marbled Bengal) just here to share some beans!

Boop! I need to see the tortie Bengal.

#mngwa #asks #boopathon

[najia-cooks]

[ID: A large, shallow bowl filled with soup with orange broth, noodles, mushrooms, and bell peppers, garnished with green onion and cilantro. A plate of dumplings and a bowl of sauce are visible in the background. End ID.]

Thukpa /  थुक्पा (Nepali noodle soup)

Thukpa is a Himalayan noodle soup that originated in Tibet before becoming popular in Nepal, Butan, and northeast India, where many different varieties of it are eaten in the home and as a street food. This Nepali-style version is flavored with green chilis, cumin, coriander, and ginger, and brightened with the addition of fresh herbs and lime juice. This is a warming, filling, one-pot meal, perfect for winter!

Recipe under the cut.

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Serves 8-10.

Ingredients:

1/2 each green, yellow, and red bell pepper, sliced

1 green hot chili pepper, slit

4 green onions, cut into 2-inch pieces

2-inch chunk ginger, minced

4 cloves garlic, minced

1 Tbsp cumin seeds, toasted and ground

1 Tbsp coriander seeds, toasted and ground

1 large or 2 small roma tomatoes, diced (150g)

250g dried thukpa noodles or Chinese wheat noodles

1/2 cup shredded cabbage

1 cup quartered button mushrooms

1 large carrot, julienned

8 cups (2L) water

1 Tbsp vegetarian chicken stock from concentrate, or 2 vegetarian chicken-flavored stock cubes (optional)

Juice of 1 lemon or lime

Bunch of garlic greens, or fresh cilantro, chopped

1 Tbsp soy sauce (optional)

Salt to taste (about 2 tsp, less if you used a stock cube containing salt)

1/2 tsp chaat masala or garam masala (optional)

Mustard oil is typically used for this soup, but you can also use any neutral oil.

Nepali thukpa noodles may be found at an Asian grocery store or purchased online. They may be labeled "Thukpa noodles" or "Himalayan noodles." Any thin wheat noodle may be used as a substitute.

Thukpa also commonly includes chicken. I have omitted it and focused on the veggies in this recipe (a lot of Nepali thukpa recipes are vegetarian!), but if you have a chicken substitute onhand you can cook it in the oil at the beginning of step 2, then remove it from the pot; return it to the soup when ready to serve.

Chickpeas, split bengal gram, or other beans are sometimes added to vegetarian versions of Nepali thukpa for protein. Add in cooked beans or grams at step 7.

Chicken stock is not usually used in this soup. I like to use a vegetarian chicken stock cube in my version to simulate the effect of boiling chicken in the soup water along with the vegetables; I think it adds a nice savor.

Instructions:

1. Boil noodles according to package directions, until they are al dente (use salted water if the noodles themselves do not contain salt). Drain noodles and rinse with cold water to halt cooking.

2. In a large pot, heat oil on medium until shimmering. Add onion and saute, agitating occasionally, 3-5 minutes until translucent. Add ginger, garlic, and green chili and fry for 30 seconds until fragrant and no longer raw-smelling.

3. Meanwhile, add half of ground coriander and cumin to a small bowl and add just enough water to form a thick paste. When garlic and ginger are fragrant, add the spice paste to the pot and cook, stirring often, until the water has evaporated to bloom the spices.

4. Add tomatoes and cook, covered, for 2 minutes until soft. Mash with the flat of a ladle.

5. Add mushrooms, carrots, cabbage, and bell peppers. Cook, uncovered, on medium low for 3 minutes, then cover and cook for another 3 minutes.

6. Add the rest of the ground coriander and cumin and stir to combine.

7. Add water (and chicken stock concentrate or cubes, if using) and bring to a boil. Cook for a few minutes until vegetables are tender and cooked through.

8. Add chaat masala or garam masala and simmer another minute.

9. Reduce heat to low. Add green onion, garlic greens, lime juice, and soy sauce and simmer for another minute.

10. Add cooked noodles (and chicken, if using) and heat until warmed through. Taste and add salt if necessary. Serve hot.

#one pot #vegetarian recipes #recipe #one pot recipes #Nepali #cooking #under an hour #bell peppers #mushrooms #green onion #tomatoes #noodles #cabbage #carrots

[creonininkwell]

I was curious... what would Creon look like in the world of Cuphead? I mean, not human but a caricature, object, something anthropomorphic... What would she be?

Sorry it took so long. Life stuff happened.

If not a human, I had a few ideas cuz I couldn't really choose. Also I genuinely had fun with these. Some I didn't bother to draw.

If she were an animal, it would either be a white Bengal tiger or a Vampire bat. Didn't think I'd make a knock-off "Rouge the Bat" haha.

If she were anthropomorphic food, her head would be red-bean bun with a soft dough-like body. Or a pork bun.

If she were an object or some form of dishware, that's where I was torn. It's kind of boring, but she'd probably be a standard white teacup filled with matcha latte.

Or one of those teapots used in Korean/Japenese tea ceremonies. There's also the bowl that has holes to keep chopsticks in place. And cute bowls with lids to keep your food hot.

#creon in inkwell #creon gilead #cuphead show #asks and replies #white tiger #vampire bat #red bean bun #anthropomorphic #dishware #character design

[ravendruid]

Food, Friendship and Comfort

This fic is part of the @critter-genfic-events Bingo to fulfill the Comfort and Cooking slots. [Check my bingo card and other works here.] Set post-Campaign 2 and Mighty Nein Reunited. Read on AO3

Beauregard Lionett’s days as a Cobalt Soul Expositor are either dreary and dull with endless paperwork or exhausting with back-and-forth trips to Rexxentrum to track the Cerberus Assembly. Today is one of the latter days where she trades a warm, sunny Zadash for a gloomy and cold Rexxentrum. 

Beauregard scheduled to meet her friend Caleb for breakfast this morning, so as soon as she steps out of the teleportation circle connecting the Rexxentrum and Zadash archives, she speeds past the guardians and archivists without a word and exits the dimly lit library onto the bustling street of the capital of the Dwendalian Empire. The feeling is immediate as the cold hits her uncovered skin and makes her curse between her teeth. Beau doesn’t have time to linger, so she follows the familiar cobblestone streets, ignoring the people rushing to and from work, the colorful buildings, and the heavy presence of crown guards in the more seedy areas.

The cottage that appears when Beauregard turns on another crossroad is a sight that makes the corners of her lips curl and her skin tingle in anticipation of warmth. She should have known better by now and brought a warm jacket along. The two small planter boxes out front are still full of tall, green plants, possibly kept alive in the cold by some arcane means from the owner of the cottage, and as Beau approaches, she notices that it either has recently been harvested or is yet to produce green beans. 

Beau knocks at the rustic door, and where the motion would usually be followed by the sound of a chair scraping the wooden floor, it is now followed by silence. Weird. Caleb knew she was coming. Even if he is still in his arcane tower, he would have certainly set up alarms that would have triggered by now. Beau knocks again, louder this time, but still, no answer comes from the other side. She tries to peek in the side window through the small gap in the curtain but can’t see anything out of the ordinary. The house is intact, with no signs of a struggle (or worse, an attack). Beauregard doesn’t want to expend the single use of her sending stone yet, lest it be needed later. However, the cold is bothering her right now, so she does what any good friend would do if they suspected their friend might be up to something or in a difficult situation: she picks Caleb’s lock. What are the chances that he has arcane wards against thieves? Highly, Beau tells herself as the lockpick clicks. Too late now. However, the door opens with a creak, but nothing explodes in her face. Beau sighs in relief as she steps into the musty interior and relocks the door behind her.

“Caleb?” She calls out to the empty house. It’s cold inside. The hearth is full of ash, and there is a layer of dust on every surface as if someone hasn’t cleaned in weeks. Beau inspects every room, each darker and emptier than the one before until she finally reaches the back room where she knows Caleb often tutors children who didn’t get accepted to the academy. This room, too, is empty and dark. Dust covers the desks and chairs, a few pieces of old parchment are spread out, and empty and dry bottles of ink sit forgotten. At first glance, this would be an average room. Messy, yes, but ordinary. But Beauregard knows better. She knows what to look for and finds it in a corner, slightly obscured by a tall bookshelf, a shimmering door that leads into Caleb’s tower. 

Beau is welcomed by a lit fireplace in the study, a spectral Bengal cat rubbing at her legs, and a mess of Caleb lying on the soft, plush couch by the fire, reading a book about Dunemancy. He is alive but looks almost as bad as he did when they first met. Caleb’s shiny red hair is full of knots, although still in a ponytail, his beard is shaggy and unkempt, his clothes are wrinkly, and there are a few coffee stains on his shirt. Caleb is indeed a mess, which can only mean one thing.

“How long?” Beauregard asks in a harsh tone that means she will take no bullshit. Caleb lifts an eye from his book, finally acknowledging his friend’s presence, but he doesn’t reply. “Caleb, how long has it been?” Beau presses on. She strides confidently to where the man lies on the couch and effortlessly removes the book from his hold, closing it with a thud. Caleb stares at her for a moment, then finally greets her with the hoarse voice of someone who hasn’t spoken in days, “Hello to you too, Beauregard.”

Beau does quick math in her head. It hasn’t been that long since they last saw each other, perhaps two months, not even that long. She remembers Caleb saying then that he was waiting for a visit from Essek, but those were usually short and never resulted in a depressive mood like this. Something must have happened during their Xorhasian friend’s stay, and if the empty look in Caleb’s eyes is any indication of it, then Beau is determined to help and comfort him in any way she can.

“Clean up before I message Jester to tell her you smell and look like a hobo again. Just when she was starting to let it go away…” Beau threatens, scrunching her nose at him. Caleb nods and rises from his nest of pillows and blankets with the groan of someone whose joints are stiff from being in the same position for a long time. Beau shakes her head in displeasure and stares at the back of the man’s head as he lifts through the arcane elevator and disappears above the central iris.

Caleb meets Beauregard an hour later, freshly clean and bear-trimmed, in the dining room, where they plan their day over eggs, pancakes, and pocket bacon. Caleb doesn’t mention Essek, and Beau doesn’t ask questions about the state she found her Empire friend, so the only names said aloud are those of the Cerberus Assembly, particularly Ludinus Da’leth, who is up to no good. Caleb shares with Beau the detailed information he gathered since their last time together, information that cannot fit the 25 words of the sending spell they use for their daily reports. Beau is glad he took the official position at the Soltryce Academy, not for his proximity to the Assembly members, but for how much happier Caleb has been since he was allowed to teach and shape young minds.

When they separate hours later at the gates that lead up to the school, Caleb’s shoulders are lighter, and his smile brighter. Beau knows whatever happened is still lurking in the shadows, but she won’t pull unless he wants to push. So, before she turns her back to him and returns to the archives to fill out report after report, Beau throws her friend an invitation, “Why don’t you stop by later to have dinner with Yasha and me? She would love to see you.” 

“I’ll think about it,” Caleb says, but from the look in his eyes, Beau knows he will knock at her door with a bottle of wine and apple tarts. So be it. She waves him goodbye and leaves.

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Caleb is happy to find that Zadash isn’t as cold tonight as Rexxentrum. The smaller city’s lights are already sparkling against the dusky sky, and the aromas of food and burning wood fill the residential area around him. He knows he could have teleported directly to Beauregard and Yasha’s house, but he would hate to intrude on them, so Caleb teleported into a narrow alleyway not far from the center of town and strolled to their friends’ abode. The house is just as he remembers it. Not large, but cozy. The garden that Caduceus has been teaching Yasha how to care for is dormant as the first signs of winter approach, but the ivy growing up the front of the house is still there, larger and taller than the last time Caleb saw it. He stops at the iron gate, peering through the open curtains to see Yasha stirring a pot on the stove. He knows she has been learning how to cook from a neighbor, not always successful, according to Beau’s reviews in the few words they share about their day. Meanwhile, the tall Aasimar’s wife is just finishing setting the table for three people. How Beau knew Caleb would show up, he doesn’t know. Maybe she hoped? Perhaps she just… knew. Either way, Caleb is here now, crossing the iron gate, walking down the pebbled path towards the ivy-framed door, and knocking twice.

Beauregard opens the door with a smirk. She is wearing different clothes than Caleb saw her wear in the morning—more casual, comfortable clothes—her hair is still up in her signature bun, and she is still wearing some of her golden jewelry. The woman in front of him is not an Expositor of the Cobalt Soul anymore, but his friend from adventures that have been almost forgotten in time.

“Hello, Beauregard,” Caleb greets her sheepishly. Beau’s smirk gives room to a bright grin as she greets him back and steps away to let him in the house.

It’s a cozy, lived-in house (although a bit too messy for Caleb’s tastes) that smells of stew and sweets, where a small fireplace crackles in front of a comfy couch and a shaggy rug. The walls are adorned with art, paintings done by their tiefling friend of the Mighty Nein and their allies. Caleb’s favorite piece is definitely the large painting above the mantelpiece of their group of misfits, one that includes Mollymauk at one end, Kingsley at the other, and Essek smiling next to Caleb. Caleb has the same painting in his office in his small cottage (Jester painted one for everyone so they wouldn’t forget about them. So they could look upon it and smile, remember the memories of what they have been through, and soothe the sorrow of missing their friends).

“I’m glad you could join us, Caleb,” Yasha greets him, bending to give the man a bear hug. Beauregard must have told her wife the situation she found him in that morning because he sees compassion and comfort in Yasha’s eyes. Caleb merely nods and drapes his coat over the back of the couch. He produces a bottle of wine and a plate of apple tarts—not homemade today, though—that he kept in his private pocket dimension and hands it to Beau, who tuts at the wine label reprovingly but promptly uncorks it nonetheless. 

Dinner doesn’t take long to be served, and it’s not half-bad (a vegetable stew with harvests from Beau and Yasha’s garden with a side of rustic bread also made by the latter). The conversation flows nicely between the three, sometimes pausing to sip on wine or to change the subject. Caleb listens attentively to Yasha’s tales about their neighbor, Martina, who has been teaching her new recipes to use their produce (she was, apparently, the one who taught Yasha the stew recipe they are eating). The conversation changes again to Beau and Caleb’s work tracking the Assembly, and the three discuss and share theories about Ludinus’s plans. Through it all, no one mentions the name of their drow friend, the war criminal who has been running from both the Empire and the Dynasty, which makes Caleb relax. 

Essek doesn’t get the opportunity to visit often, and when he does, it’s in disguise, so Caleb has learned to cherish those fleeting moments. However, things seemed to have calmed down for a while, and Essek’s stay was extended to over a fortnight before chatter began, and the man departed again under the light of the moon. He hasn’t heard from his Xorhasian friend in weeks, which is not uncommon, but this separation has taken a harder hit on him. Beau clearly saw it that morning. She guessed from the state she found Caleb’s house in but didn’t ask, and neither did Yasha. Caleb knows the women will wait until he’s ready to share, and he’s thankful for that. He makes sure to give them a smile to convey his gratitude, and, in response, he is offered a place to stay overnight so he doesn’t have to return to his empty house and empty cold bed. Here, surrounded by two of his dearest friends, chatting happily about vegetables, fertilizer, and power-hungry mages, Caleb is still far from healed but on the mend, and the dark loneliness in his starts to vanish.

#critical role #cr fic #mighty nein #caleb widogast #critter genfic bingo #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #shadowgast #<- mentioned #beauyasha #<- background relationship #Post-Campaign 2 #Post-Mighty Nein Reunited

[isthatapuppydog]

Yesterday we had to put Scorch to sleep.

We had him for a little over a year and a half, and it feels like it was so much longer. Our sweet little toasted cinnamon roll was the naughtest boy I've ever had, but he was also the sweetest.

When we would get home from the grocery, we figured out he loved bags. So we would let them float down to his pile and he would bat them down and scrunch them beneath him for as many bags as we had.

He would chase his own tail in silly little circles.

He had a play tunnel that he would run through and he would slide it around the hallways, and flip it upsidedown while he was inside.

Every single hoodie with strings was a target. He would come and nibble the aglets anytime any where.

When we would come home, Smoke and Scorch would both be waiting at the door to say hello.

Unless he was napping, Scorch would follow me around the house with the dogs during the day.

He loved sleeping under the christmas tree. The second it came out he was on the blanket beneath. He would sometimes ambush the dogs if they walked by.

He would chase Ryker out of his food bowl if I didn't supervise the dogs eating.

I had to watch doors because even if I let the dogs out he would want to run out there with them every single time. He wasn't ever too terrible thrilled out his harness but he did enjoy being outside with them on some lazy afternoons.

He would maow at the door when the dogs were outside, and if we let him out without his harness for just a minute he would maow at us like he knew he wasn't supposed to be out there and needed to come back on.

Every morning when I would come down with the dogs he would fuss at me until I gave him some love. I would usually pick him up, scritch his cheeks and kiss him a bunch of times and set him down. He would usually ask for more.

He was already unfortunately declawed front and back before he got to us, but when we made coffee or tea he would come over beneath us and rub his beans on the cabinet doors and make it smack a couple times before maowing at us.

Everytime I sat on the couch, no matter where he was in the house, he would come running to come sit next to me or in my lap.

He would smack the water bowl so loud you could hear it anywhere in the house.

My father, who is highly allergic to cats, loved Scorch. He, who has sworn off cats for years, would hold and pet and play with Scorch the entire time he was over at the house. Every time he was over, dad would say that Scorch was the coolest cat ever.

We ended up feeding him multiple times a day with an automatic feeder, and he would sprint to it when it went off. Five minutes on the dot after he would yell for more.

Because his diet was strict we had to figure out how to keep him out of the bags of dog and cat food. Several times I found the door open, and his little back legs sticking straight out while he dived for more.

When we caught him doing something naughty, like being on the counter trying to get raw chicken or something, he had the cutest little scamper. He only ran like that when he knew he was caught. It was like a little bounce in his step.

I know its bengal typical, but he had such a vocal range. The sweet soft murrs when he woke up to the chirping of play or excitement and the loudest maows demanding love.

He was so persistant. He wanted to be loved all the time. He wanted to be held and cooed at and loved 24/7. He just wanted to purr purr purr all day long.

His many nicknames included our toasty cinnamon roll, when he was naughty he was Shittens, and the silly meme of he's just a little guy.

Scorch was the most loving cat I have ever had. I know deep down we were the best retirement home he could have had. I'm so glad we could offer him a warm, loving, safe place to live out the last of his years, no matter what it was before.

He was such a noisy little guy. Noise I didn't quite realize I would miss so much. Our house, still filled with two people and two very energetic dogs, is so incredibly quiet without our littlest ten pound boy telling us he wanted love and he wanted it now. My heart hurts so much, but I'm glad he is comfortable now. Safe, and warm, and still so loved.

#my heart hurts #i miss him so much #scorch #bengal #pet loss

[cat-identifier]

loving your blog and learning so much. i think its funny how many people think their lovely kitty is a ragdoll. and now i know for certain that the guy who worked st the rescue i got my cat [bean] from was wholesale lying about her being "part bengal" because its pretty clear shes a rusted mackerel tabby with some white. shes a standard issue cat and i adore her and her orange tummy and her weird raccoon tail

Thank you very much!

Your identification looks pretty much correct to me, though I might describe her as more of a broken mackerel or maybe spotted. She's almost certainly not part Bengal, yeah- shelters sometimes talk up cats as some breed or other to help get them adopted, it's understandable, but still incorrect.

Positivity for standard issue cats! No need to be purebred to be awesome <3

#not cat id #asks answered

[angrelysimpping]

as kitties 🐈

Alex is an orange tabby with eyes that make them look like they never get a turn with the single brain cell that all orange tabbies share. Silly kitty is very strong. Breaks toys by accident all the time.

Avery is a tuxedo cat. Slender and slinky. Sleeps in the weirdest looking positions. Hisses a lot, will stop mid purr to hiss.

Bailey is either a mostly black cat or a Sphinx cat. Either way, they have golden eyes; a pink nose and toe beans; and a notch in one of their ears. Sleeps in adorable positions. Talkative as hell because they're swearing. Has a heart shape on their body somewhere by law.

Eden is a Main Coon cat. Huge. So goddamn fluffy. Has knocked you down before jumping on you unexpectedly. Will do it again. Purr is near deafening.

Kylar is just this teeny tiny black cat that you think wasn't fed right because of how small they are. Little tiny meows. Starts to purr every time they see you. Their tail does that little happy, excited vibration every time they see you as well.

Leighton as some fat grey cat. Maybe a British Shorthair, but not necessarily. Default smug look. Really long, scratchy sounding meows.

Remy is a Calico. I have no reasoning for this, but they are. It's the vibes. Feel like their tail is crooked. Their claws always stick out a little, you can hear them tip taping on hard surfaces.

Robin is just a little sweetheart. Short hair but fuzzy. No discernible breed. Constantly looks like their smiling. Purrs easy. Love being held.

Sydney as a flame point Siamese cat. The sweetest meow in town. Almost constantly making biscuits.

I really wanna say Whitney is a Ragdoll just cause it's funny, they'd be the exact antithesis of a Ragdoll cat. Maybe a Bengal, if they're any discernable breed at all. Nibbles on fingers in what is probably a display of affection. Very loud meow.

Maybe a Scottish Fold for Wren. Though Wren's way more vocal than most Scottish Folds. Sneaky kitty. Has a horde somewhere of random things: hair ties, pens, coins, the odd sock. Half of it isn't even yours.

#:3c #alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #bailey the caretaker #leighton the headteacher #remy the farmer #wren the smuggler

[mamaestapa]

Epilogue: Nine Months

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Instagram posts and stories from the past nine months of yours and Joe's life. A great way to wrap up the end of this series❤️

•word count: 1k

•warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, lots of fluff. Witney Carson, Lindsay Arnold, and Sadie Robertson are the face claims for these posts :)

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November 2023-May 2024

November 20, 2023

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tagged: @yourusername @joeyb_9

yourusername and joeyb_9- Unexpected, but so, so loved. Baby girl coming April 2024🩷

comments:

bengals- A BABY BENGAL!!!

burrowsbae- I am SOBBING

nfl- Congratulations!

joeyb_9- 🩷🩷

robinburrow- SO excited to meet her!!!!❤️❤️❤️

itsmemacee- Can't wait to spoil this sweet babe🥰

joeburrowfan- NOOOO. That's enough social media for me today.

erinandrews- This is so exciting!! Cannot wait to meet her😍

y/njoestan- I CALLED IT. SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS😭❤️

shiestysbae-i need like four margs and five business days to recover from this news

traviskelce- Congrats y'all!

lahjay10_- Welcome to the daddy club Joey B

jblova- @lahjay10_ Joe's always been in the daddy club wym

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December 12, 2023

@yourusername instagram story

story replies:

itsmemacee reposted second slide:

itsmemacee- cant wait to see baby girl in those outfits!!🥹

y/njoestan reposted first slide:

y/njoestan- omg the bump😭

jb9lover reposted first slide:

jb9lover- I CANT. this is too cute.

January 10, 2024

@yourusername instagram story

story replies:

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb_9- I’ve yet to feel her kick

bengalsbabe reposted story

joebrrr reposted story

joebrrr- this is so cute wtf

yourinstagram reposted joeyb_9 story

yourinstagram- she’s just a lil shy

February 14, 2024

liked by samhubbard, yourusername, and 500,009 others

tagged: @yourusername

joeyb_9- Best Valentine's Day yet.

comments:

yourusername- The perfect day. I love you sooo much❤️

burrowsbae- Joe posting on V-day? Y/n must feel so special rn

bengals- Happy Valentine's Dey!

samhubbard- Enjoy your day with the girls, Joe!

shiestysbae- sometimes i forget she's pregnant lol

body_by_hollyyy- Joe🥹 This is SO CUTE😭🩷

joeyb-9- @yourusername ❤️

robinburrow- Miss you three!❤️❤️❤️ (and Bean)

yourmomsusername- Y/n/n, you are glowing!! Miss you sweetie. Happy Valentine's Day to you and Y/n!❤️

alisonkuch- I've haven't been this excited for a baby to be born since ours. Our babies will be besties🤍

teehiggins- Counting down the days...

loganwilsonlb- @teehiggins We all are. So impatient to meet her

emhubbard- @yourusername I think these guys are more excited to meet this baby than you and Joe😂🩷

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February 22, 2024

@yourusername instagram story

story replies:

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb_9- ❤️

y/nandjoeupdates reposted story

y/nandjoeupdates- Joe and Y/n saw their girl today!🥰

labjay10_ reposted story

lahjay10_- @joeyb_9 girl already looks like you

March 10, 2024

liked by emhubbard, body_by_hollyyy and 204,119 others

yourusername- My heart is so full. Had the best day celebrating Baby Burrow with the best people. She is already so loved!🩷

comments:

emhubbard- Such a fun day!

itsmemacee- So fun celebrating you and the little lady🩷 You’re going to be the best mama!

robinburrow- We’re ready for you baby girl!!!!❤️

burrow.updates- Looks like a fun day, Y/n! Where’s Joe?

body_by_hollyyy- Literally the BEST day!!! Can’t wait to meet the sweet little lady!!🥹🩷

joeyb_9- She’s already so spoiled.

cincystyles- Beautiful baby shower, Y/n! Hope you enjoyed the clothes we sent for your sweet girl🩷

brittwill- So cute!!

samhubbard- While y’all were having fun…the rest of us were putting a nursery together. She’s already got all of us wrapped around her finger!

yourusername- @samhubbard @loganwilsonlb @teehiggins @lahjay10_ thanks for helping Joe!😉

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April 17, 2024

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April 24, 2024

@joeyb_9 instagram story

story replies:

joeburrow9fan reposted story

joeburrow9fan- Baby Burrow is here AND Joe and Y/n are engaged!! Congratulations🎉

yourusername reposted first slide

yourusername- My little family❤️

bengals.updates reposted story

bengals.updates- Joe is a dad AND he’s engaged! So happy for these two.

April 28, 2024

liked by loganwilsonlb, nfl, and 900,000 others

tagged: @yourusername @joeyb_9

yourusername and joeyb_9- Josie Lee Burrow🤍 04/24/24

comments:

robinburrow- My beautiful granddaughter!! We love you Josie🩷

bengals- Welcome to the Jungle, Josie!🐯❤️

loganwilsonlb- Congrats guys! She’s beautiful.

itsmemacee- She is the sweetest!!! Congratulations you two!❤️

emhubbard- Josie girl! Cant wait to meet her❤️

shiestysbae- SHES SO CUTE

jb9lova- SOBBING. Congratulations!!!🥹

heykayadams- What a cutie!!

nbsmallerbear- Congrats Joe and Y/n!

lsufootball- Congrats! (and Geaux Tigers)🐯🩷

lahjay10_- I can't believe ur a daddy @joeyb_9

patrickmahomes- Congrats!❤️

body_by_hollyyy- JOSIE LEE!!😭🩷 She is TOO cute, congratulations guys!!🥹

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May 1, 2024

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story replies:

bengalsbabe reposted story

bengalsbabe- I just KNOW the tumblr girlies are losing it rn over this pic

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb_9- How I'm spending my off-season...❤️

May 4, 2024

liked by bengals, yourusername, and 455,090 others

tagged: @yourusername

joeyb_9- My girls (not pictured: Bean, who is also included in that).

comments:

yourusername- We love you so much Joe❤️

joeburrowfan- look at those little blue eyes🥹

susieevans- So sweet!

beanburrow- Mom and baby sister🥹

bengals- Best girl dad🩷

carolthelandlord- I remember when the two of you came to my office and begged for me to do something about your lease...you hated each other for a while LOL. It makes my heart so happy seeing the two of you together with a baby❤️ cray how much changes in a year!

robinburrow- Such beautiful girls! You are one lucky guy, Joe❤️

christenharper- My heart🤍

itsmemacee- I don't think I've ever been so happy for two people! You, Y/n, and Josie are the perfect little family🥰

bengalsbabe- I am so happy for them. Joe deserves this so much

joeyb_9- @yourusername and I love you and Josie

joeburrowupdates- And they lived happily ever after...😉

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hey loves!

i wanted to do this as an epilogue instead of a written chapter. i thought it would be sweet! plus, i had some anons ask for a couple more instagram posts before i finished the series :)

so, it’s official, welcome to the jungle is COMPLETE!!

if some people are interested, I may write some little imagines to go along with this series! like instagram posts, written imagines--from any timeline in this series. so if you have an idea for a little imagine post Josie or something for when Joe and Y/n were still roommates, i'll happily write it ;)

i already wrote the long thank you paragraph in the previous chapter, so i’ll save your time. but i just want to say thank you again. thank you so much for all of the love, support and encouragement you all have given me as i wrote this series. it was a blast and i’m so glad you all enjoyed it as much as i did!🤍🤍

tags: @jackharlow @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover @spooky-stoner @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kkrenae @hallecarey1 @jordyn14

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #welcome to the jungle #joe burrow series #joe burrow fic

[spookydarkwitch]

what would each poet prefer: coffee or tea?

okay- this are my hcs:

todd prefers coffe & would take it black with A LOT of sugar

meeks has no preference, likes both (i'm sure he has a caffeine addiction though)

neil has no preference neither, likes both of them

charlie definitely prefers coffee & would have it iced with milk & sugar

knox doesn't like coffee & his favourite tea would be english breakfast or some type of black tea

cameron HATES coffee (i rlly have this hc that he calls it "bean juice" or sth like that) & ofc prefers tea & would love some exclusive tea from mariage frères (i'm actually thinking of beaubreakfast tea - which is mellow black tea, bengal quince & hibiscus)

and little pittsie chooses cola cao bc doesn't like coffee or tea

#dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #charlie dalton #neil perry #richard cameron #todd anderson #dps hcs #dps fandom #knox overstreet #stephen meeks #gerard pitts

[vex-bittys]

Thanks and I would like an adoption scenario where I pick both the Russian blue undyne and the Bengal Alphys. Thank you so much.

*It can be very daunting to visit a Bittybones Adoption Center when you have anxiety, but the thought of having two cute and caring Felid bitties is just too tempting to pass up on. When you enter the shop, you're relieved to see that there are signs leading to the Felid area. No need to find someone to ask for help.

*When you arrive in the Felid area, it's a bit chaotic. Felids with the zoomies are running and pouncing on each other while more curious Felids watch. There's a few TVs with anime playing, and small groups of Felids are watching and cheering on their favorite characters. You're starting to feel overwhelmed, and you wonder if this was a bad decision.

*A Russyne turns away from one of the TVs, seeming to sense your growing anxiety. She pads slowly over, nudging a tussling Benphys to follow her. The two Felids approach you quietly and calmly with smiles on their faces.

*The Benphys takes over. "Focus on us," she instructs you, drawing your attention away from the noise and movement. "And check out these beans!" The Benphys rolls onto her back, showing you some very cute toe-beans. "Ya call those toe-beans, punk," the Russyne playfully responds, also rolling over to present her own beans for your perusal.

*It's hard to stay anxious with soft kitty toe-beans to stare at and tickle, and the two Felids are able to keep their energetic personalities reined in when you need it. Once you're feeling better, you complete the adoption paperwork and head home with your bitty bean farm.

#vexy answers #i am a dragon34 #felid bitty adoption #felid bitty #felid bittybones #benphys bitty #russyne bitty