#pawstet

[mutemouth-blog1]

pawstet replied to your post: “ＫＩＮＧ　ＯＦ　ＨＥＲ　ＴＨＵＭＰＥＲ.”:

A THRONE FUR MEW! :33c

ＴＷＡＳ　ＡＮ　ＯＦＦＥＲ　ＴＯ　ＢＥ　ＴＨＹ　ＳＥＡＴ，

ＢＵＴ　Ｉ　ＳＨＡＬＬ　ＳＩＴ　ＵＰＯＮ　ＴＨＥＥ　 ＡＬＬ　ＴＨＥ　ＦＵＣＫＩＮ　ＳＡＭＥ

[dreamgill-blog]

@kldemonas @cho2ii2 @zazzerpan @immortalisvita @theokrates @pawstet @catacombcrawler @femmesombre @2a22oniic I sea my finbase is already growing!! 38) I’m pretty seaprised I was able to tag all of you. )(ee)(ee. Anywaves, w)(alecome!! Feferi Peixes, but you call call me Isla, just to differentiate me from my alts. Glub glub. I pike taking naps on t)(e beac)(, playing wit)( sea creatures, and drawing summoning circles. 38) )(ow are you all.

[nepihileni-blog]

someone call me a kittybitch too holy shit theyre havvin some supreme petnames there

[cyberneticlagomorph]

meulin is a good purrfriend... im gonna make her a sweater

[flutterfix-blog]

@yourg0d | @moegidos | @vwhitemagic | @pawstet | @terrisonant | @voideez | @havensbarrier | @sugarsvweet 

ØK,, tHAT’S A LØT ØF P3ØPL3,,, hI i’M tAVRØS p3IX3S, i’M DYING B3CAUS3 i HAD PSIØNICS PRACTIC3 TØDAY,,,,

[mutemouth-blog1]

(✿ =  º  ∇ ＾=)  ♡ ( º +++ º ✿)

[mutemouth-blog1]

==> She seems ready, so you finally leave the kitchen after a day’s work and make your way to her. For some reason, she believes that she’s no longer able to receive them, but you’re not going to settle on it so quickly. The library may not be ideal, but who were you to let location get in the way of a goal? When you find her comfortable with a gardening book, you support yourself with both hands on the chair’s arms and lean down to kiss her cheek, lips, and neck. Then you lower yourself to your knees and kiss her hand, then her right thigh, and finally her left.

==> If she wants the seventh, she’ll have to either get another ask or ask for it herself. You cross your arms over her lap and rest your chin as you glance up to her with a wink.

[mutemouth-blog1]

==> Having told you to hold off on your actions, you settle back down in the block with your phone charging. Not that you need it for any sort of communication since you’ve never been known for keeping consistent with it, but this whole alternate-in-the-hive business is unsettling, to say the least. You’re not one for strangers, and you especially do not care for alternates of your matesprit lingering around and giving her ideas that should be left to double die elsewhere. 

==> However, hearing her voice call for you after an obvious sound of collision below, you tug your phone from its chord and practically glide in your quick steps down the hall and to the stairs where you descend and follow the screaming until you’re met with two Meulins attributed with cosmic hair and olive bloodstains. Suddenly, you’re realizing this isn’t a case of some typical alternate version of your matesprit but a direct imitation of her. You’re not sure what to make of it as you stare down at their carnage.

==> Text could copy anyone, and you should have known better. Seeing them like this, you wouldn’t be able to guarantee destroying the right one. But something about the shock of it all shuts down your emotional response to any of it and instead makes you wonder what any of you did to call a cliché like this on the day of your namesake.