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kvotheunkvothe · 2 years

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when two of my cats are done getting pet or aren't interested, they'll turn away or walk off

but when Medusa is not interested in scritches

she'll hook the skin of my hand lightly with her paw, and push it down. like "no, you're done."

I love this lil goober

#cats #cat tax #medusa #story time #russian blue mix

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grugposting · 1 year

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KITTY BEAM ACTIVATE

#tf2 #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #medic is a seal point siamese + random long haired cat mix #heavy is a very large russian blue. maybe a bit of maine coon in there #cats #theres probably other cat breeds that i could make medic #but the aspca profile described siameses as outgoing leaning towards melodramatic very talkative and craving attention so.#grug art

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night-for-night · 7 months

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svetlana kopystiansky @ zimmerli art museum, rutgers

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littlebluedragonspetz · 2 years

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The Male Catz Kennel

BigWingz the SNEO (Adult)

Cobalt the Russian Blue (Adult)

Creamer the [Tabby] (Kitten) Adopted from LisDraconis22 (on Discord)

Drahma the [Alley Cat] (Kitten) Adopted from silverfish

Feisty the Sophisto Meezer (Teen) Named after my previous Feisty boy

Linebeck the Orange Shorthair (Kitten)

Marzipan the [B+W Shorthair] (Kitten) Adopted from Mythic Silence

Shadow the B+W Shorthair (Kitten)

Tundra the [Persian] (Kitten)

Spamton Catz from Waddigator. Spamton NEO Catz from Dib. Sophisto Meezer from Gyiyg. Mutating Spots Alley from Black Mist Crittery.

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waugh-bao · 1 year

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@thedookieshooter and @charlesandkeef tagged me to share my instafest lineup (I’ve only had Spotify for a week, because I finally gave up on Amazon Music, so the results might not be super holistic):

Tagging: @charliesmydarling and @aiaiawar

#I like Noel Coward #but I definitely do not regularly listen to That much Noel Coward #also just because I know they’re a bit less well known #Arik Einstein and Shalom Hanoch are super old school Israeli/Hebrew language rock and folk guys #and Jordi Savall does early modern-classical world music #pretty much everyone else there is jazz #with some blues and a bit of rock mixed in #(I don’t actually like Frank Sinatra that much. I prefer Dean Martin. but I like his last album ‘She Shot Me Down.’#it’s basically the soundtrack to a depressed middle aged man’s divorce).#instafest #ask game #tag game #thanks!#the rolling stones #I will admit to a deep and abiding love for Tom Waits #because I’m a pretentious Kerouac/Tom Wolfe/beat poetry girl like that #which is also why my stupid nerdy username references a Russian poet #Joseph Brodsky #I listen to a ton of baroque music and opera (love Corelli and Lully and Marais) but those have lots of different groups and musicians

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beastboost · 1 year

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might be getting a cat soon im so excited

#he's a russian blue mix #and so so pretty

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trans-ghostboi · 2 months

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Might be getting another cat tomorrow!!

#i’m so excited #!!!#he’s literally adorable #his profile says he’s a DSH but he looks like a Russian blue so maybe he’s a mix??#anyways #I might post a pic of him later #cats #catblr #cats of tumblr #domestic shorthair

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charliekilo903 · 4 months

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#kittens #grey #Russian Blue #mix #cute

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petportraitsbyheatherlovelace · 6 months

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A commissioned Christmas portrait of their Russian Blue cat named Figaro, Norwegian Forest cat named Mr. Boo and a Shih Tzu/Schnauzer/Pomeranian mix named Snickers. Polychromos and Luminance colored pencils used on 11"X14" Strathmore paper.

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ebbakalin · 6 months

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These perfectly summarise my cat

#cat #cute cat #funny cat #grey cat #russian blue #mixed breed cat #cat video #cosy #cute

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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18+ Dark winter soldier NON CON SMUT, forced breeding (for both reader and Bucky?), a lil fucked up for both because Bucky is still brainwashed by hydra, he’s actually still a poor sweet bb on the inside. angst

“Don’t run from me bunny” His voice was muffled by his mask, his Russian accent carrying through the dark woods you ran through, not another soul in sight. You cried out feeling his hand grab your hair, tugging it back, turning you around to face him. Your back hit the rough bark of a tree, whimpering when he pulled your hair harder, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“P-please” You squeezed your thighs together when he trailed his hand down your body to the hem of your skirt, bunching it up around your waist, pulling your panties off.

“We have no need for these” He sounded irritated at the offending material, shoving them into his pocket before rubbing his fingers through your folds, humming contently at your warmth.

“My sweet кролик“ You could feel his erection pressed against your side as he rubbed you, groaning against your neck. “So soft” He pushed his fingers into your pussy, his cock growing harder in his pants when he felt little resistance, your mouth telling him to let you go but your body giving into him.

“So wet” He almost sounded amused, shoving his fingers in further, curling them, growling at the slick sound of your cunt, his lips curving into a smirk at the way you tried to bit back moans of pleasure. “Such a needy little thing, pretending you don’t want it”

“I-

“Shhh, I know you want it bunny”

“I don’t, I-” You gasped hearing the metal of his belt buckle clink and he unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He grabbed your leg, wrapping it around his waist, pressing you further against the tree, making it impossible for you to move or escape. You chewed your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his swollen silky tip rubbing against your folds, catching at your entrance. You bit down onto his shoulder as he started to push inside, his thick length stretching you as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips up, feral groans leaving his lips at the way your squeezed his cock.

“That’s it, look at you, taking it so well” He grunted with each thrust, pleasure and determination surging through his body with just one goal in mind. He fucked with you abandon while you gripped onto his body, taking every inch without a choice, whimpering when you felt his cock swell further, the sound of your mixed arousal squelching out of you.

“Tell me you want it” He snarled against your neck while your eyes shot open, a confused whine leaving your lips. He yanked your hair to look at him, his blue eyes wild and feral, almost pleading with you.

“C’mon bunny, say you want it” He sounded desperate, begging, thrusting into you harder but his face growing needier. His brows were knitted together in concentration, panting against your skin. “Tell me you want to carry my babies”

“Solider, I-

“Tell-tell me, just tell me, say it, please bunny, say you want it, to carry the winter soliders child, just say it once”

Your mind fought with yourself, the man behind the mask sounding broken and desperate, pleading, begging with you while he pulled pleasure from your body that you tried to hold back. He began to let his hands roam the soft skin of your body, the sweet scent of your perfume evading his senses, this was wrong, this was not how he was supposed to make love-

No.

Focus.

“Bunny, please, tell me you’ll carry my child, that you’ll let me fill you with my seed, it has to be you” He couldn’t help but beg, he had to hear it once, just once, just once and he’d be able to release.

“Have my baby, please, say you want to have a baby with me, just once my sweet bunny”

“I want it” You whispered, giving into the pleasure of his cock, the feeling of his firm hands holding you up, moaning as your orgasm washed over you, holding onto him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you close to his body, his pace growing sloppy.

“Thank you doll”

Doll?

He let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his seed into you, keeping his softening cock in your for minutes after making sure nothing spilled out. You could have sworn you saw his blue eyes soften, the distant image of the man he was before desperately trying to escape before vanishing again. His eyes were dark and cold again, grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder, spanking your ass raw till you were quiet as he took you back.

He dragged you back to the hydra base over his shoulder, your thighs still dripping with his cum, your cunt soaking wet from his load.

“Mission status soldat?”

“Complete”

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yawnderu · 7 months

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Infatuation — Nikto x Reader

Cold, icy blue eyes stared at her from afar, examining her every single move as if he could read each atom that made her who she is. Nikto could feel his palms starting to sweat, the scarred skin on his face itching, yet he stayed still, not even daring to blink in fear of missing anything important.

His obsession was irrational, yet his mental state didn't help much when it came to her. He wanted to keep her safe from the horrors of the world, horrors he lived firsthand, horrors that had him clawing at his skin, horrors that completely fucked his head up, that keep him awake every single night, unable to sleep without his heavy medication.

She was a breath of fresh air; a sight for sore eyes, something new from the big and hairy men he was always working with. Can he really be blamed for his disgusting obsession when she treated him with so much kindness? When she gave herself up to him every single night, coming undone under his rough grasp? When she allowed Nikto to possess her body and soul? When she kept his head on his shoulders, letting him seek shelter all the way inside her willing cunt whenever he was losing himself?

How can he be blamed when she's his safe haven? When she allows him to use her body for relief without protesting? Always willing to please, always willing to give, and he takes and takes greedily, sometimes he even gives back! His scarred lips latched onto her cunt as his gloved hand keeps her eyes closed, never ready to let her see just how disgusting his disfigured face is. He's sure once she sees it, she'll scream and never talk to him again. Hell, he wouldn't blame her, yet she's the one thing he can't afford to lose.

"ангел." He called out, the grit and gravel of his voice traveling all the way around the room, bouncing off the walls, announcing his presence before his imposing behemoth body rested on the doorframe, taking up all the space.

"Nikto!" She exclaimed happily, the tone of her voice slowly healing him, though he will never be a regular man. No, Nikto is a monster. One who doesn't have claws or sharp teeth, but a face so disfigured it doesn't even look human anymore. He keeps himself disguised with his face cover, never taking it off, silently praying she will never see the pathetic scarred and mangled skin he doesn't dare call a face.

Her hands come up to hold his, fingers intertwined as he looks down at her. Her loving gaze is met with nothing but pure coldess just like mother Russia, yet he knows she can see the fire starting to burn within. A flame ignited by nothing but pure, unconditional love, love that Nikto knows they don't deserve, yet he will continue to take and take, giving it back so that she's never empty.

He frees his hands, removing his gloves hesitantly before preparing himself, hands already going up to hold her cheeks with the same care people have when restoring ancient paintings. He can see the tears dotting her eyelashes, beautiful parted lips slowly forming a proud smile at his first attempt on skinship.

"моя радость дорогая." He whispered softly to himself, finding comfort in the fact that she couldn't understand him. His rough, calloused hands kept softly caressing her soft skin, his sweat mixing in with the tears falling down her cheeks non-stop, yet Nikto is in a trance that is broken only by a choked sob, looking down at her with the slightest shift in his mask as his arms wrap around her, whispering sweet nothings in a thick Russian accent.

We would kill for her, die for her.

#cod nikto #nikto x reader #nikto #mwii nikto #self indulgent #cod mwii #mw2 #cod mw2

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ririkon · 3 months

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I came for a reason, It's a collab with Lebedek. She doesn't have a tumbler, but she does have Twitter.

https://twitter.com/Lebedek_Vika?s=09

There is a little background to this art, but it is translated from Russian, and everything can be a little complicated and unclear.

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For travelers, the Multiverse was like an entrance, where even the walls had ears, which is why, due to carelessness, rumors could spread instantly. What Error and Inkoi immediately took into account, since there were threats in this regard from all sides: that the bad guys, that the star ones foreshadowed certain difficulties; other travelers; and the universes themselves even more so. Sooner or later, of course, everything will be revealed, but no matter how hopeless it may sound, they decided to continue playing for outsiders until the last, fighting for the universes for show, remaining on their usual sides.

The snow, which once lay calmly among tall dark spruce trees, was stirred up by red bones, stained by caustic ink, and branches broke under blue threads.

The frosty air was now and then cut through by the dangerous crack of blasters. An ardent battle was going on for one of the universes, which Error had designated for destruction and, no matter what the universe was, the experienced guardians of the version usually spared no effort in battles, remembering the past, turning the matter into sparring, not giving in to the opponent, but also trying to do without any or serious injury. Everything usually ended with someone’s loss, by which the fate of the universe was already determined. But time for this decision was not always allocated immediately.

Blood sprinkled the snow and Glyuche gave a strangled hiss, clutching his ribs, and the brush was instantly thrown to the ground.Error looked at his hand and there was a burgundy mark left on it due to the mixing of blood with ink. I didn’t have time to properly defend myself from the deceptive maneuver, so I exposed myself to attack.

Ink looked around, not noticing anyone nearby, quickly jumped up to Glyucha and helped him move a little further into the thicket, away from the empty space and random extra eyes, which he really didn’t need right now.

The artist fussily examined Error’s overall appearance and shrank all over, fixing his gaze on the dangerously deep wound. He touched the bloody, torn edge of his clothing, where cracked bright ribs were visible, and from under them the light of a glitchy blue soul was breaking through. It was dangerously close to the wound.

-“I’m sorry, I didn’t calculate the strength, I didn’t want it to happen like this, it seemed that you would dodge, as you always did,”- Ink rattled anxiously. “Please forgive me, let’s go home soon, I’ll heal everything,” he continued to worry, darting his gaze from the wound to his face. Glitchy.

But he no longer cared about the pain, he was more amazed at the reaction of his opponent - they had stopped trying to kill each other too long ago, so such fuss about his health made him embarrassed. Even during the times of enmity, there were similar cases when he was treated by an artist after battles to the point of death, but now it felt different after they became closer and stopped competing in the number of broken bones.This care on the part of the artist... he gently put his hand on top of the artist's hand and looked at him with tenderness. There was not a drop of anger or resentment in his gaze.

-"Wait, let's stand a little longer... like this, next to each other."

Ink looked up in surprise at Glyuche and chuckled quietly, calming down a little.

-“Only if it’s a little, then I’ll drag you home, I won’t let you bleed,” - he took Error by the hand.

Also a bit of work process~

#art #undertale #ink sans #error sans #errorink #artists on tumblr

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