#(and head skritches)

[helielune]

love deluxe 💘

[fareldogthing]

NEED a cute subby thing on my lap while I play my game,

[pregmothy]

Awwww. Poor puppy. *gives head scratches*

You’re working so hard. But you’re being so good right now. Such a good puppy.

🥺 THANK YOU💞❤️💞❤️

[box-architecture]

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

They hadn't skipped stones in a long time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Need anything?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[queen-mabs-revenge]

when the sun hits your drool just like pasta fasul

that's amore

[nekorinnie]

[fellstcr]

fishbait is her true no.1 he's never been mean to her except for when he gets grumpy and bites but OTHERWISE he never is mean to her

[pooksbedamned]

That moment when your coworker can’t get your attention and

PSPSPSPSs

you AND IT WORKS

[dragonknightcal]

Times that the chain forgot Wolfie is Twilight (Fluff for day 3 of Febuwhump)

Here's some fluff to soothe the soul.

Wind 

Was super tired that day 

Saw Wolfie laying down and flopped on top of the wolf

Sailor was asleep as soon as his head was resting on Wolfies side 

Twilight didn't mind, but he definitely doesn't prefer it 

It becomes a regular occurrence later, much to his chagrin 

(he doesn't really mind that much, he's just keeping up appearances)

 Warriors 

Wakes up from a nightmare 

Ends up cuddling with Wolfie 

Maybe cries a little bit 

Twilight politely doesn't bring it up the next morning 

He does keep a careful eye on Wars the next day and offers silent support 

Four 

He doesn't forget as often as the others might 

But every so often he finds himself idly scratching Wolfies ears 

Red does it most out of the colors 

But they all do it

Twilight doesn't mind 

He low-key enjoys it from time to time

Hyrule 

 Rulie sometimes forgets Twilight is Wolfie

And that Wolfie is a nice wolf 

He has startled in a sleepy state and drawn his sword on Wolfie before 

Twilight takes note to approach slower as Wolfie 

Or just transform back to his hylian form 

He would never hold it against Rulie, he understands that wolves are not the nicest  

Time 

He lives on a ranch

He for sure has been around farm dogs 

When he's super focused/distracted he’ll give Wolfie commands 

The one that got the most laughs was when Wolfie/Twi was trying to snap Time out of his own head

And Time on impulse told Wolfie “No bite.” 

Neither lived that down for a while 

Legend 

He also wakes from a nightmare 

Lege decides that he needs a walk and Wolfie goes with 

He ends up venting at some point 

Twilight never mentions the stuff Legend said that night

But makes sure that Wolfie is there to supervise more late night walks as they seem to help 

Sky

Completely forgets that Twilight is Wolfie 

Baby talk 

Skritches 

Treats 

Praise 

The whole nine yards

Twilight learns to appreciate it, despite the others teasing 

It's kind of nice to get praise just for existing sometime 

Wild 

Wild almost never forgets 

However, if injured or really out of it, he completely forgets 

Wolfie becomes like his companion in his era 

Subject to all the cuddles and silly questions and weepy venting 

Wild has admitted to Wolfie his fear of disappointing Twilight 

Twi always makes sure to reassure Wild when he's more aware of reality

[fareldogthing]

It's not talked ab a lot but Dom/dommes need subs just as much as subs need them!

[lazypanartist]

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

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

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

Hobie x Spider-Woman! Reader

Ft. Backpack Cat

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He was smitten with you at first sight

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

No

It was because of your companion

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

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

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

And loves toting the Beastie around in your backpack

You?

Well

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

Right?

No

He actually loves your company!

Even without the cat

But that doesn't happen often

Loves exploring with you!

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

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

If y'all visit Petco?

He's holding the leash

He won't let you say no

I'm sorry

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

He doesn't think it will, but hey

Better safe

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

His is covered in stickers and patches

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

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

He looks very stylish

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

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

But he mostly wants quality tims

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

Dotes on both of them until you get back

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

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

Honestly, 10/10 cat dad / spider boyfriend

[mochazai]

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 [𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟷] ♡₊˚⊹

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

Pairing: Writer!Dazai x Barista!Reader

Genre: yandere / fluff

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

*skritch scratch swoop*

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

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

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

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

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

But no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hmm,’ he thought to himself, ‘blood’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

such was the situation before him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Dating the Jackass Guys HC’s!

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

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

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

Steve-O

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny

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

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

“Are you really wearing that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re still here?”

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

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

Chris

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

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

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

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

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

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

(To nobody’s surprise)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bam

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, yeah- I’m workin’ on it!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I could really use a beer right now…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[beautifulhigh]

Woke up this morning and had a sense that today was not going to be a good day. Turns out I was underestimating how much of A Day today would be.

In other news, I am really missing my cat today so my plea to y'all is to reblog with pictures of your cats so I can give them virtual skritches and head bumps.

[suratan-zir]

first three photos - Syrnyk when I first got him 4 months ago, very sick and malnourished (likely due to illness, not because he was starved) VS. now

He actually looks younger now somehow.

a boring story about Syrnyk's ear under the cut

After a couple of months of Syrnyk living with Skritch (and Baton), I noticed one day that his ear was swelling up. It wasn't infected, just had a "balloon" of liquid inside. I'd never seen anything like it, but a quick search told me it was an ear hematoma. It's common in cats and dogs, but rare in rats. I figured the vet would probably tell me to drain it until it went away, but I took him to the clinic anyway. And, as expected, that's exactly what the vet said to do.

The pocket was filled with clear liquid, like you'd get from a blister caused by uncomfortable shoes. Skritch loves to pull on ears during play, not aggressively, he doesn't bite through the ear, but he twists and pulls. That's probably what happened to Syrnyk. It took over a week of draining his hematoma with a syringe, which didn't help with the bonding process at all, especially since Syrnyk was already very skittish and not used to being handled. But I think we're friends now.

The vet also told me that once healed, his ear would look "chewed up and ugly," and, well, yeah, that's accurate, lol. The hematoma got replaced with cartilaginous tissue, so it's no longer the thin, transparent rat ear. It also sits much closer to his head than his unaffected ear. But it doesn't bother him, and that's all that matters.

Just throwing it out there, if you ever notice something strange with his ear, that's why.

[astralnymphh]

⤹𓍢ִ໋aestra's footnotes✧ 🦢 I.

⤹𓍢ִ໋i am a firm believer that ellie loves head scratches. when you knead your fingertips in her scalp, it's like her own physical heaven. do it while she's talking, and her voice trails off into a pleased groan. her words enlongate like 'oooohhhh', and she rolls her pupils to the backwall of her head. she's a literal dog. lovesssss those little skritches. boyyyyy do not get me started on neck massages. she's so tense as it is. any strain melting off her muscles by the magic of your touch has her moaning and leg twitching. even just outside intimate moments. she'll even jokingly say ''oh yeah baby, that's the spot.. oof..'' cuz she's goofy like that. once you stop, she scoffs in a hoarse breath and goes ''you didn't even get to my back!'' voice pitching up with that witty smile. she knows she can persuade you. ⁶⁶⁶⛧