#my precious pet

[princey-talks]

Hhhhhh gods the sudden need to have my mouth on pups cunt again, just. Yeah. Need it. No more words just my face between your thighs please.

[tagerrkix]

Eden was their ✨disney princess era✨

[explodingstarlight]

doodling teetles

And here are some close-ups (might put them on their own backgrounds one day, but it's 5 AM and I'm tired so):

[florealegiardini]

Delicate little kitty meowing and being so darn precious

[smudgeandfrank]

Nux, the War Boy Prince, stares at you like this... What do you do? 🐱🩶

[canisalbus]

Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3

The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.

It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->

They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!

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I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.

"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!

"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.

"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.

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At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.

"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.

He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."

"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".

I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.

How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.

[casualbystander98]

what's a cute thing like you doing hiding in my notes instead of DMing me? don't be shy, rapebait. come say hi

[kakushigotofanclub]

The way Kaburamaru pokes his head down here is so funny and cute omg he looks so concerned

[sparklejumpropeheaven]

i adore making these little agere collages 🎠

[merry-andrews]

Johnny/Kenshi but there never was a Mortal Kombat, Johnny just met him at one of his travels to Japan and now they're married, on a honeymoon. Soft morning with Kenshi kissing top of his head and caressing his body when Johnny lifts his head to ask why Kenshi keeps him around only to be answered; "darling, I wanted to have you all for myself like a cute little pet from the first time we met."

[princey-talks]

Hhh just want to be leashed, on my knees for it, it's pleasure my only concern as it yanks me around by said leash, cubt thrombin but never touched, it is all I need

[seabeck]

Snuggle rooster

[strixhaven]

for thousands of years people have had little cats that sit in their laps and purr and beg for scritches and sleep happily beside them for parts of the night. an untold number of people have loved these little creatures and so many have loved them in return. nothing i mean nothing makes me as emotional as whenever my cat curls up onto my chest and i remember that so many of my ancestors and so many of his have done the exact same thing as we’re doing now. if there’s one thing that can be called love it is without a doubt this legacy of trust companionship and thousands of nights spent together, happy, safe, warm, and with the gentle sound of purring and the noise of skin stroking fur and the truest sense of contentment one could ever possibly know.

[amsmuch]

Anytime I see James and Disco, it warms my heart

It's just so cute

[smudgeandfrank]

On March 2nd, 2023, I adopted my precious baby war boy, Nux!! 🩶🐱🩶 (Named after Nux from Mad Max Fury Road) This handsome floof saved me when I was deep in grief after losing Ora, and I have no idea what I'd be doing without him! 🩶😭🩶

He is a 1.5 years old Gray Domestic Long Hair, was found as a stray, my friends and I found him at a local shelter, and he is the most amazing boy with so much love to give! Thought it was about time that I drew my sweet lil' bud!! 🩶🐱🩶🥹🩶

[realbeefman]

i just think that dennis should occasionally drag charlie out of the sewers and wrangle him into doing self care. i need dennis to brush charlie’s teeth for him and make him wear bubbly face masks and get annoyed with him when he starts eating the sugar scrub. i need charlie to be forcibly pampered and then dennis can reward him for his good behavior by sucking him off