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#my sweet little baby boy
kowtownart · 5 months
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I missed drawing this little guy, he's such a sweetie-pie
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dollypartonswig · 1 month
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my poor baby boy has to have his eye removed
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llithiumstars · 10 months
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have i talked abt my new kitten at all here,,
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Yesterday I lost my sweet baby Ronin. He was sixteen and a half years old. He was a weird cat. First of all, he was part Maine Coon, so he was massive. Eighteen pounds at his heaviest point, and all muscle, but he was so sweet and gentle that he tolerated baths without any more protest than just loudly meowing in the most plaintive way. He was so big that it made him clumsy. He would try to get into places that he just couldn't fit and when he fell on the floor, or got stuck some place, he would just pretend that this was his plan all along. He knocked over every trash can he ever saw, especially when he wanted food. When I would go upstairs to bed at night he used to come up after I was asleep and yowl at the door, according to my husband. He loved anything that had milk in it: ice cream, yogurt, sour cream. His ears were so soft they felt like velvet. He was a black cat, but as he got older, he got little random specks of white in his fur, so he looked like the night sky. His whiskers were all white on one side and all black on the other. He used to let me carry him around on my shoulders, and would purr like a madman every time I picked him up. He loved attention, and I've never met a cat who begged for pets the way he did. He figured out how to tunnel under blankets and he'd do it whenever the weather got cold. He loved getting little kisses right on the top of his head, and if you paused partway to kissing him, he'd push his head up toward you to get the kiss. He had a special meow he'd do when he got the zoomies, and we called it his "trouble noise" because it usually meant that he was about to do something stupid. He always took my seat when I got up, and when he was in our bedroom, he always laid on my side of the bed. We never called him by his name. We called him Buddy, or Friend, or Mister. He was a wedding present from my husband to me, and when he came to live with us, he was so small he could fit in one of my hands. Every time someone came to visit us, he would go up to them and sniff all around them. So we referred to him as our home's customs inspector. He was such a good boy. I miss him so much.
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spaceraes · 2 years
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judai yuki you are everything 2 me…
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annballofyarn · 2 years
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I would GIVE MY LIFE for Frenchie
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mydairpercabeth · 3 months
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There’s something extremely heartbreaking about Nicos cameo/first words in the show being him looking for Bianca. He’s always going to be the little boy looking for his big sister. Season three is going to be the end of me.
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stellarskull · 7 months
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put a pretty bandana on my cat and the fop hasn't shown the least bit of discomfort
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peppergh0st · 1 year
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Bruce is just a tired dad with his happy son :)
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Bonus doodle :D
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tonythepizzaguy · 7 months
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inktober and drawtober 8: toad and orange
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kikker-oma · 17 days
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art requests you say? may I request a sleepy Four?
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sweetest-honeybee · 1 year
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My favorite lil businessman 🥰
Mostly inspired bc of @mjlor-chan :)
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spellboundcities · 7 months
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Another bout of shenanigans from yours truly
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bat-luun · 3 months
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hes trying his best i swear!! hes just a little fucked up!!! :((
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chronicrabbit · 1 year
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Ok, but
Imagine Gareth getting ABSOLUTELY FED UP with watching Eddie and Steve moon over each other, convinced that it’s hopeless and completely oblivious that their feelings are, in fact, 100% mutual.
So he hatches a plan to, let’s say, hurry things along.
It’s a Hellfire Night. All are in attendance in the Wheeler’s basement, including- of course- Steve Harrington himself.
The ex-jock had finally quit pretending he’d rather be elsewhere, allowing himself to watch the session unfold with obvious interest.
It was hard not to be interested in Eddie’s narratives.
They were playing a one shot as Eddie’s larger campaign was still in the works.
Their party had just stopped off to rest in a tavern and stock up on supplies, the perfect place for Gareth to put his plan into action.
“I’d like to look for some company for the night,” he stated, fixing Eddie with a smirk.
As expected, Eddie didn’t so much as blink as the rest of the party burst into giggles, leaning over the table with a smirk of his own.
“Very well. Roll perception for me.”
Gareth does, proudly calling out a 17.
Eddie nods.
“You glance toward the mostly empty bar where the barkeep is pouring a glass of fine wine for a fair elven maiden. Her hair seems to glow a pale golden hue, and-“
“Tell me about the barkeep. What does he look like?”
Eddie’s eyebrows quirk, the first sign that he’s maybe catching on to Gareth’s intentions.
Still, he continues on.
“He’s… a half elf with dark hair and eyes, and a pale scar bisecting his face.”
“Is he handsome?” Gareth presses, earning a further raised brow from Eddie.
“He’s a half elf,” the DM replies dryly.
Gareth grins.
“I approach the barkeep with a charming smile, leaning on the bar and tossing down a couple gold pieces from the pouch on my belt.
“A flagon of mead, if you please.”
Gareth attempts to school his expression into something flirtatious.
Eddie snorts but pulls himself together fast, falling into character with the ease and practice of a master.
“That’s a rather bold display of wealth, hero. You should be cautious lest someone try to take that from you,” he says in a smooth tone.
Steve straightens in his seat, his interest very clearly piqued.
It’s almost too easy.
“Is that a threat?” Gareth says in a low voice, his smirk widening.
Eddie presses a hand to his heart, feigning very mild offense tinged with amusement.
“Not at all. Simply advice. This is a dangerous town after all.”
“Pity,” Gareth shrugs, leaning his elbow against the table and meeting Eddie’s gaze dead on.
“I wouldn’t have minded a threat from one as fair as you.”
“Roll charisma,” Eddie orders, eyes twinkling with mirth as Gareth snatches up his d20 and shakes it in his fist.
He can see Steve from the corner of his eye, doing his utmost to look unaffected, but Gareth could tell he was some sort of flustered if the way he was shifting restlessly in his seat was anything to go by.
Delightful.
Gareth takes in a breath before he looks down at his die.
“Nat 20, baby,” he announces much to the wild amusement of the party.
Eddie raises his hands to cease the excited chatter, leaning in on both elbows to meet Gareth’s gaze with a positively sultry look of his own, large eyes half lidded, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Would you not?” he questions with a mockingly innocent tone, tilting his head so his dark curls fall down over one shoulder.
“Threats are not typically well looked upon unless you have a- heh- preference toward punishment.”
As Mike and Lucas snicker, Gareth watches Steve.
His cheeks are tinged a noticeable pink, his eyes glued to the carpet beneath his shoes as if it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
Can’t have that.
Gareth decides to up the ante.
“And what if I do? What advice have you for that, fair one?”
Eddie eyes him up and down in character, leaning in even closer until he’s inches from Gareth’s face.
“The barkeep looks you up and down consideringly. He seems to like what he sees as he slams down your flagon of mead and pushes it and your gold over toward you.
“I would advise you finish your drink and head up to your room for the night,” Eddie finishes with a sly and salacious smirk, taking hold of Gareth’s chin with his calloused fingers.
“I’ll find you when I want you.”
And there it was.
Steve Harrington’s breaking point.
Steve stands quietly from his spot in the couch, muttering a quick excuse before rushing up the steps and out of the basement.
No one else seems to notice but Gareth.
It’s not long after Steve’s hasty retreat that Eddie calls for a break, everyone dispersing to seek out snacks and bladder relief.
Gareth makes his way upstairs after relieving himself, intent on rewarding his hard work with a slice of Mrs. Wheeler’s chocolate cake when a sound from outside catches his attention.
He approaches the window overlooking the backyard, slowly pulling the curtain aside to see…
Steve Harrington pinned against the side of the house with an armful of Eddie, their mouths connected in the most aggressive kiss Gareth has ever seen.
It looks like they’re trying their damnedest to eat each other, Eddie’s hands tangled in Steve’s hair, Steve’s shoved up the back of Eddie’s shirt.
Gareth holds back a snort at the loud thump that sounds as Eddie shoves his thigh between Steve’s legs, the ex-jock’s head smacking against the side of the house as he lets out a low groan.
With a self-satisfied grin, Gareth pulls the curtains closed once more, slices himself a nice big piece of cake, and trots back down the stairs to the rest of the party, pre-preparing an explanation for what exactly was keeping their DM.
The End 🖤
~Rabbit 🐇
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abblegum · 4 months
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Here take my dancing sasamiya doodles
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I may or may not clean it up later i just really needed to share them really badly…
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