#she deserves all the pets

[prismaticotter]

I'm obsessed. I paparazzi her naps under the couch, I film her in the bath. Anything she wants she can have (terms and conditions apply)

[irenedavisbooks]

Gonna have to push back the release date for this book, Elder Statescat says no writing today.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtles and Tribulations

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[varpusvaras]

In Even Across Distance, Breha jokes a lot about getting a massiff (much to the dismay of Visaiya), but does not get one because they wouldn't be very good palace pets due to their size.

But then. One day Hound is visiting and he shows them a picture of the tiniest little massiff puppy ever. She's the runt of the litter, the smallest one Hound has ever seen either, and he didn't even think that she would survive. She's surviving so far, though, but Hound's not sure what to do, because small massiffs don't usually make it far in life anyway, as bigger beasts will attack them and people who want to use them as guard animals don't want them for that exact reason.

Breha looks at the picture. Visaiya looks at her with an expression that says do not, but it's oddly resigned.

The massiffs name is Candlewick. Wick for short. Or Candle. Or Candy. Wickie. Wicky. Wink. She loves mountain hikes and swimming and the Palace Guards are fighting over who gets to play with her or take her to walks.

Turns out that massiffs can make good Palace pets, after all.

Visaiya carries treats for her in her pocket.

[dispotatorulzz]

Quicker sketch of my idea for a Briana design because I love her . Not sure if I'll finish it later but :3

[saintbleeding]

man since i have had any cats at all i have wanted three cats. and i have three cats. anddddd it rules. and they are all. very healthy and very loved and. what! a blessing. i love u my kitties..........................

[madfoxx]

my favorite thief in the whole wide world

[raineyraven]

okay in my third playthrough of stray gods now and i only just got to the dialogue options with persephone where she explains her relationship with hades, how he doted on her to control her and how she convinced herself her kidnapping was a good thing, and how apollo didnt help her when she was trying to get to her mother and like. fuckin holy shit dude.

this game in general is just a punch to the gut. the lore is as dark and gross as the original myths were, while many other adaptions file down the claws of the original myths. but stray gods doesn't even follow the original myths much, focusing much more on the life of the idols in the last two or so centuries. it's so creative how they adapt these characters to be so unlike our expectations of what they would be like but maintain the dark themes present in their myths. the greek gods in this game are so different to all other interpretations, yet they feel so genuine.

i LOVE playing a game that doesn't soften any blows, it's incredible.

[annamariedarkholmes]

bad faith twitter users trying to piggyback onto posts from those of us genuinely annoyed about the savage land book, by adding shit like:

“yeah!!!! this is unnecessary…

because rogue’s already leading a book and [insert character also leading another book, who was already center stage throughout all 5 years of krakoa] should have a solo instead!!!!!”

……

[goldieclaws]

Really felt the urge to draw Ammy again after a very long time, so I decided to redo an old sketch of mine that must be at least 6+ years old, judging by the use of celshading.

Ammy will always be the ultimate doggie of all time to me especially <3

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[xysidhequeen]

Today I lost a dear member of my family, Rune. Rune was rushed to a vet today. Shortly after reaching the vet she had a seizure and her heart stopped, and could not be restarted.

Rune was 6 years old. My husband found her while working at Walmart. She was hiding under a pallet. He carefully coaxed her out and then kept her in the manager office in a box(with food and water!), which she broke out of. He then took her home in another box, which she broke out of again. We welcomed Rune happily into our lives and hearts. When we first got her we couldn't even tell her gender, so we decided on the name Rune. (She was obviously, now, a girl. She just had too much fluff)

Rune was a menace to society, my mental health and most especially our other cats. She loved to bully them if given a chance, and she'd scream for food if you stepped a single foot in the kitchen. She was the least graceful cat I've ever met in my life, and had maybe one singular braincell.

But she also loved being brushed so much she'd drool, loved feet, and would let you pick her up whenever you wanted and immediately begin purring. She didn't care if you cried in her fur, and would just keep purring and letting you cuddle her until you were done. She loved to cuddle, and would always find her way into someone's lap. She liked to cuddle with my friend Mavis when they went to bed, and watch videos with them. Even if you upset Rune, she'd never hurt you, her bites were the gentlest things I'd ever felt. Rune couldn't stand to hurt anyone, and even when she was at the vet, sick and probably in pain I'll never know, she never once tried to bite any of the vets or techs.

Rune had so much love to give(as long as you were human) and she would accept all of it back. She was a sweet thing, and I loved her so so very much. I watched her grow up, and she purred me through many a mental breakdown.

I have so many videos and photos of her, from every stage of her life. And the fact that I will never have any new videos of her antics, of her sweetness, has killed something inside of me. I'd trade so much to just get one last chance to cuddle her and hear her purr for me.

I wanted to share this, because Rune was my darling and I want everyone who possibly can to see her, and to know her and to mourn that she's gone now. She deserves to be loved, because that's all she ever wanted. There was no such thing as too much love to her.

So please, send her your love. She deserves all of it, even if she's no longer around to enjoy it.

[dawning-skye]

throné and cute little puppy WIP 

[ailendolin]

Please tell me anyone is going to draw Fanny with Apollo 💙

[fuckyeahvarric]

Okay, I know...different game and all, but in light of how much I've been fawning over older Varric, I wanted to share my hot older barbarian dwarf. Cause I love her.

Okay. Now back to your irregularly scheduled Varric content.

[tiredassmage]

okay i'll forgive the last hour of grinding sidequest hell i spent in the royal hall of krokotopia bc she looks REALLY adorable now that we've hit lvl 20. i'm love her...

[hoperays-song]

Jia Information!!!

Ok, so I recently realised I never posted anything about Jia, my OC version of Johnny's mum, and considering how important of a character she is in legit nearly all of my works, I obviously had to remedy that.

So here we go, some info on the one and only Jia Taylor!

(Picrew, Info, and Backstory actually lol)

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------Picrew------

------Info------

Legal Name: Jia Saanvi Taylor ‘nee Sutar

Common Name: Jia Taylor

Nicknames: Ji

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 34 (at death)

Birthday: February 13, 1975

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Height: 5'7"

Ethnicity: Indian

Languages Spoken: Hindi, English

Diagnosis: Depression, PTSD

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Golden Brown

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Two piercings each ear

Family Members: Bio father (Aarav), Bio Mom (Reeva), Bio older sister (Jahnavi), Bio younger brother (Jahnu), and Bio Child (Johnny)

Habits/Stims: Tapping fingers like playing a piano, humming songs at random

Romantic Partners: Marcus Taylor (husband)

Notes:

worked as a pianist and a music teacher

died due to complications with her Limb Girdle Muscular Dystrophy, just like both her siblings

moved to England when she was 12 years old

was a devout Hindu and a vegetarian

loved cooking since her father was a chef, and taught all the recipes to her husband before she passed

her final words were telling her six year old son she loved him

------Backstory: TW: Death, Chronic Disorders------

Born in Madurai, India as Jia Saanvi Sutar, Jia was the technical second child to her parents. However, her older sister had passed away suddenly as a baby and it was hardly ever talked about in her household. She was quickly flagged and tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy and began using a cane as a child. Other than that though, early childhood for Jia was largely uneventful.

When she was around seven, she started playing piano and it became very obvious she was a prodigy. She was sent to a private music school so she could hone her skills. The next year was a mixed bag however as she lost her mother and her baby brother was born. Jahnu, her brother, quickly turned into one of the two center points for Jia's world, music being the other, essentially become coping mechanisms when her mother passed away due to complications with his birth.

But again, her life settled into a pretty mundane but steady rhythm for four years, only focusing on her studies and her family. When a job came up for her dad in London, she encouraged him to accept it, leading to the family moving. They all did well with the move and there were little problems on their end of things, the children even planning to get dual-citizenship when they got older.

Jia seemed to thrive in her new school and started playing gigs not long after the move. She was offered scholarships while still in school and it was pretty obvious that she had a good career ahead of her in the music industry. On the side, Jia became vocal in lots of local movements for equality and justice, even leading them at times. Her family were extremely proud of this and even helped her prepare for them, her brother making signs, and her dad packing food to hand out. Within two years, things were definitely looking up.

However, Jahnu also tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy soon after, with his progressing scarily faster than his sister. he had to be hospitalized at eight, Jia and her dad moving across town so they could stay near his bedside. And while that was a harsh adjustment period, life continued as usual for the trio for a few years. It was during this chaos that Jia and her family also were finally given dual-citizenship, a small up not to their year.

Jahnu passed away after four years, spending his final moments with his sister and father. Jia was heartbroken, having lost her remaining sibling and the boy she had raised at the same time. Her father Aarav seemed to feel the same, as not long after, he passed away too, seemingly of a broken heart. This left Jia, by that time a music major in university, without any family or support system. This caused her to spiral a bit and throw herself into her work as a coping mechanism, though her mental health took a huge toll.

Somehow, she managed to scrape by for a year and a half on her own before running into a boy two years her senior at a protest she was organizing. After punching his older brother in the face for being an absolute arse to her, the boy apologized for the whole scenario for several hours, even helping her with the event as a way to make it up to her. By the end of the day, she agreed to meet him again the next day in the same spot, and eventually started dating the man, who's name was Marcus.

Jia and Marcus got on like wildfire, and spent nearly all their free time together, both glad they finally had someone that they could rely on to be there for them. She encouraged him to pursue his passion of being a mechanic and he encouraged her to write her own songs for her own album. They spent a lot of time together going to protests and fundraiser events, as well as work and school, with most of their dates just being them doing their daily routines together. Marcus moved in with her around a year into the relationship as well, though that was largely due to his disownment.

Jia graduated a year later with a master's degree in music and quickly began working as a music teacher for young kids and a piano tutor on the side. Money was tight for the couple, even after Marcus found a job as a mechanic. But surprisingly, not counting the usual couple spats, the two barely fought, and ended up getting married after a few years at Jia's temple. And the couple only seemed to keep doing well from there, with both of them very happy about life and looking forward to the future.

Jia ended up having her only child when she was 28 years old, a son she named Johnathan Demarcus Taylor, with nods to her siblings and parents being prevalent in both his English and Hindi names. The one original part of his Hindi name (aka the only bit not after a family member) was Jiyaan, meaning near heart, which was Jia's way of telling her son she would always be with him, despite her condition worsening.

Jia continued her life as usual after her son was born, still a leading figure in a lot of social movements as well as a music teacher. Her LGMD had progressed to the point where she was wheelchair bound but she claimed to her husband that it did not bother her much, and in fact, made bringing Johnny out a bit easier. However, neither of them actually believed it much. She started dealing with a lot more chronic pain than she had before and began working furiously again, feeling like she had to take advantage of every moment she could.

Jia was 33 was when her health really started deteriorating rapidly however. She collapsed at work, leading to her being rushed to the hospital. She was kept there for several days, before being told that with her current progression, she likely wouldn't live much longer. Jia insisted on returning home, saying that if she was going to die, she wouldn't spend her final months just sitting around waiting for it. The doctors were not fans of this but allowed it and released her into family care.

Jia waited a month and a half before taking medical leave for work, and dedicating her time to taking care of Johnny even more, teaching him as much as she could about their shared interest, music, hoping that that piece of her would be able to bring him comfort when she passed. When he was in school, Jia spent all of her time writing music and letters for her family to open in the future when she wouldn't be there, so at least a part of her would be.

Marcus also started taking more and more time off to spend with them. He had learned most of Jia's favourite recipes by heart years ago when cooking began to get hard for her and now the three spent time together teaching them to Johnny as well. Her son was too young to really understand what was going on and serval times tried to make his mum better with bandaids and kisses, something that Jia always played along with, even though it broke her heart to do so.

In September of that year, when Jia was just 34 years old, she collapsed again when Marcus was out of the apartment for only a second, leading 6 year old Johnny to make a desperate phone call to emergency services when she wouldn't wake up. Marcus returned right after and did CPR until the paramedics arrived and took over, taking Jia back to the hospital.

She remained there this time, too weak to move much on her own. Marcus brought Johnny to see her every single day, right after school and Jia made sure to at least pretend that everything was ok when he was there, singing and humming with him like usual, though at that point she knew she wouldn't be returning home.

Jia died mid-October, with Marcus and Johnny beside her. Her final words were telling her son how much she loved him and always would, no matter what. She has a memorial plaque at a cemetery not far from her old temple in London, besides her father's and brother's, which her husband and son visit every opportunity they have.

Jia was a huge impact on her family's lives but also the lives of others as well. She was a leading advocate for disabled, women's, and queer rights, touching the hearts and minds of dozens. She was also well loved by her colleagues, students, neighbors, and fellow temple goers. Jia was commonly described as loving, dedicated, and a spit-fire, never backing down from what she believed in. She also had a sarcastic streak a kilometer wide and a tendency to be a bit of a jokester with close friends and family.