#whiskered

[creepyscritches]

Making a weighted velvet baikal seal plushie :3

Head and tail end are stuffed w ultra plush fiber fill and the bulk of the body is packed full of weighted pellets that have a nice crunchy sound when you squeeze it. Not weighed yet, but it feels between 1.5 - 2lbs?

[such-a-daydreamer]

Rip the streak... 😔

[mevil]

[pusheen]

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi - Female Dwarf beards

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

ethan animals... so many to choose from i chose them all!

speedpaint

[thecatcrew]

Little Egypt just chilling around 😎🖤

[queruloustea]

sketched some more maskless quirrels, since i wasn't all too fond of what i had :]

[eggnogtoast]

get a load of this guy.

[jerich0two]

Here's a Husk to prove I'm not dead! I just have barely any time for personal drawing at the moment 💔

[delusionalarts]

Miya kitty!!

forgot to post here!! Bday gift for @accelldraws!!

[thatsbelievable]

[celesse]

Working on my Halloween shirt design 🌿🍵🐈‍⬛

[karda]

erm. um. . .forzen kitty? uh

[kyletogaz]

sergeant whiskers pairing: simon riley x gn!reader summary: simon brings home a stray. part two

“simon?”

“yeah, sweetheart?”

your eyes must be playing tricks on you, because you know good and damn well that’s not— “what is that?” you ask calmly.

simon looks up to see you pointing at the ball of fur in his arms with a frown on your pretty face. “it’s a cat,” he replies.

you scowl at him. “i know that. why do you have it?” and where the hell did he get a cat from.

“she,” simon grunts, while he strokes the sleeping feline he’s cradling in his arms.

the sight of your husband and a cat would have made you melt, if you weren’t thinking he’s lost his mind.

“i thought we said no pets, simon.”

it was one of several house rules you both agreed on when you first moved in together. you and simon were both too busy for a pet.

you almost roll your eyes when simon just shrugs. “i know, lovie, but i couldn’t just leave her,” he insists, his voice firm.

“you could have taken her to a shelter or gave her to one of your friends,” you mutter before sighing at the look on his face.

deep down inside, you know you’re going to lose the battle before it even starts. simon is just as stubborn as you are, and sometimes he could be more determined than you. you’re not even sure if you can convince him to give the cat to a friend. you’re afraid he’s already gotten attached.

“please tell me you haven’t given her a name.”

simon doesn’t even bother hiding the guilty look on his face as he watches you purse your lips before you demand to know what what the cat’s name is.

sergeant whiskers.

he’d named the damn cat sergeant whiskers. when you’re done giggling at the cat’s name, you ask him how’d he find her.

“under my car. the little beast swiped at me when i tried to get her from under there the first couple of times. took me a minute, but i got her.” simon sounds fond when he says it.

“i see,” you murmur softly as you watch your behemoth of a man cuddle the kitten in his arms.

the black ball of fur in simon’s arms unfurls and two big green sleepy eyes look up at you. the cat blinks then shifts her focus to simon, your eyes going comically wide when she mewls and your husband coos at her.

fuckin’ hell.

you let out a groan. there was no way in hell you’d be able to convince simon to get rid of the cat now.

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a/n: idk this was a shower thought

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