#mired

[slime-imposter-syndrome]

reblog to get your mutuals & followers helplessly stuck in the bog, mire, peat, or mud in general

like to get yourself stuck in it :3

[mildaycoffee]

Movie night ✨❤️

ممتع .. التغيير في الفاشن ، ومن الصحف والمجالات إلى زمن المنصات التواصل ..الفلم عميق كفكره وَ كثيرة استمتعت بالحوارات خصوصاً امام لوحة دافنشي العشاء الأخير ❤️

[nunemi]

Tw:guns, red mist squidward story but altered into an oc version but the base is the same, blood

I love him. I definitely need to draw him more.

Hes got parts relating to mcm red mist squid, canon red mist squid and creepypasta red mist squid but with my own spin on it and design.

Fanart is welcomed.

[nintendogameboyadvance]

Goblins gf that didn't know you were into mud, this is just there normal skin care routine

oh this is adorable actually

[kamalkafir-blog]

Russia unleashes its summer offensive with an army mired in problems

[News] Russia’s army has vast manpower and equipment advantages over Ukraine but its progress has been slow and Russian military bloggers blame a culture of military corruption. [English News] Source link

[needleandstory]

❝ is it silly time? ❞ - Alice at Cat!Chester and Bog Sofi with Zoomies

Yes! Yes! Yes!!!

Excitement possessed Sofi from the tip of her nose to her tail, and she bounced in place, dropping into a crouch and digging her claws into the dirt. She could not, however, pounce Alice. Alice was a no; this was the most important lesson. Her skin was far too delicate for claw or teeth. Sofi pulled in all her paws, huddling into a crouch, to make sure she would Be Good.

She was, however, still excited. Her tail lashed behind her. Alice was off-limits, but she wasn't the only one here. Bouncing up, she turned and smacked Chester in the face before taking off into the bog at top speed.

[needleandstory]

❝ you ate cardboard? ❞ Chester, very judgementally at little Bog Sofi

Evidence of the crime lay all around the half feral thing: tattered shreds of cardboard still fluttered in the air. One was tangled in Sofi's growing curls. The desiccated wreck of the box was still caught in her back claws, completely punctured through.

She was supposed to be practicing using her words, but staring up at Chester with enormous eyes, she, frankly, could not be assed. She cared not for his judgement, and yowled her disapproval, rolling onto her back--there was something stuck on her foot. She flicked her leg, but it didn't free the cardboard. Merely, it undulated gently, motions light and breezy. In fact, to Sofi, pupils widening, it looked rather like a butterfly. Before she knew it, she was head over foot, biting, ripping, and tearing at the decimated cardboard.

[needleandstory]

❝ She brought me socks… ❞ - Quintessa about Bog Sofi.

'Brought' was a strong word for what had happened here. Perchance, Sofi may or may not have accidentally left a sock in the vicinity of Quintessa's bed once or even twice. But if you were to consult her on the matter, she would say a more appropriate word would be stashed.

Quintessa's room had so little else in it, after all, so who would ever think to look there for the, at this point, rather large collection of ill-begotten socks. So great had the collection become, in fact, that Sofi had become loathe to leave it alone. Which is why Quintessa's bed was currently uninhabitable. Blue and green eyes peered out from the darkness in the space underneath, and claws flexed into the floor.

Woe be to the ankles of passerby.