#Dog Hair Remover Roller

[stickyrootsblog]

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[peperona199]

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[dognonsense]

Question...how do you make your patches? They seem so fuckin cool. I'm working on a vest and a jacket atm, and I'd like for them to be done by the time a pride fest rolls around next month.

Main technique I use for making patches nowadays is linocut. Its best suited for mass production of patches.

Make sure to remember your carving the mirror image so you have to flip all the text. Using tracing paper to flip the design is a good trick, as well as leaving graphite marks on side, then pressing that to the lino to leave the marks in the same spot. Another trick with pencil is to view what ur carving in negative space quickly, put a paper over your design and shade over it with pencil, darker marks will be where you haven't carved yet.

I use speedball fabric ink, it takes 1 week to set then will be fine to be washed. I have magenta, violet, turqouise, and white. They have a limited range of fabric colors at the store. I have seen gold and silver fabric paint for sale and I will investigate it one day.

I use a speedball roller, i find the smaller one to be better than the big one as I can be more precise and waste less ink.

I got a fancy handle for $40 but the screws fallen out so its broken now so just get some heavy books. I used to use a mug. Whats important is pushing your whole body weight into it.

I got a speedball carving tool with different heads I can swap out so I can cut into the lino at different deepness and widths. The heads are stored inside the tool since its hollow and has a screwable removable bottom. I use linocut or dollar store erasers for my carvings. Make sure to wash the ink off your linocuts after your done using them.

A thing to increase the lifespan of you're linocuts is to use wood glue, some cork or wood pieces, and glued the lino stamps onto them. I dont do that yet so my stamps fall appart from overuse sometime and because I cut way too deep into the lino since I hate chatter.

Chatter is the term for in linocutting when theres little messy lines and stuff. It makes the art more recognisably to be linocut. My work is very clean with no chatter which is why people don't notice its linocut usually. This is a stylistic choice, with diy styles having a lot of chatter can look really cool so experiment with leaving bits of extra uncarvered lino sticking out in ur stamp. I need to experiment and buy some more lino.

You can also use multiple linocut stamps together to make a patch. Some patches ive made have like 8 different stamps. Ive made a dog nonsense patch where each letter was their own eraser stamp. You can also use different colors between the different lino stamps on the same patch to add more color. An effect I like to do is first stamp it in color, then the next day I stamp it in white over the same spot but shifted to the right and down slightly. It makes the text have a cool border 3D effect I love doing.

If making a more detailed picture with colors, i reccomend hand painting patches. I use white fabric paint mixed with acrylics for color to get all the shades i need. Acrylic paint mixed with fabric softener works too.

If doing words and you dont want a unique font reccomend using letter stamps. If you want a unique font for that i recommend hand paint for individual or linocut for mass produce.

The positive of letter stamps is the font is neat and can be done quickly. I know from lending them to my roommate that they are very helpful if you have dyslexia and have trouble getting letters right.

A visual effect of the letter stamps is that have a nice boxy edge effect, its an imperfection that adds a personally touch to it. I have both lower and upper case stamps that I got from michaels. You can use a hair band or elastic to hold a bunch of letter stamps together to make a word stamp.

You can use other stamps than letters that you find at craft stores for example my racoon print is a craftstore stamp.

You can also find big plastic letter stencils at the dollar store that you can use to do lettering by filling in gaps with a sponge or or paintbrush. They make special paintbrushes just for using stencils.

You can also get plastic stencils in the shapes of things, i got some for children and use a horse stencil for my horse smoking weed patch. Easier than drawing a horse myself.

Another technique I use for more unique clean patches is gel plating. I haven't tried printing laserprint images with it as ive seen online a lot but I will try one day. What i personally do is use it to make imprints with chains and physical objects.

Another thing i use with gelplates are any stamps or linocuts that dont have words, or words ones that i fucked up with and forgot to mirror when carving. It flips mirror image twice with the gel plate so it goes back to being right again on the patch.

Another patch making technique is using foamboard cut into shapes glued onto cardboard. This is good for a quick test of a design and is very cheap to make. It will not hold under water so is more difficult to clean.

[tf2incorrectquotes]

Guard Dog headcanon 5#:

Guard Dog: *is sitting there innocently*

Spy: *clinging to the ceiling as he glares at her viciously* Mon Dieu, no! Keep that filthy animal away from me! I swear if that thing gets any hair on my suit, I will personally-

*one week later*

Guard Dog: *is snuggled on the couch with Spy*

Spy: *is drinking from a wine glass with one hand while the other absentmindedly scritches behind Guard Dog’s ears. There is a hair removal roller on the table next to him*

[whumpsoda]

Could you write Adrastus finally feeding/bathing Malak after forgetting to do so for awhile?

I’d assume they’d genuinely feel guilty, like you would hushing your cat/dog only to later find it was because you forgot to fill their food bowl

WOHEO Masterlist

Adrastus, just having stepped away from their vanity - hair done up in rollers, and makeup freshly applied - pursed their lips, taking in a sharp wiff of air.

Something stunk, something particularly pungent, and surely it wasn’t them. They took their hygiene much too seriously for a silly mistake such as that.

Carefully, ever so gently as the realization dawned on them, their gaze fluttered to their beloved pet, sprawled out on his puppy mattress at the edge of their bed. His eyelids were near to a close, drool dribbling from his chin and down his throat. The headphones they’d given him were working wonders to keep him occupied - the only issue being their lack of rememberance on how long he’d been occupied.

“Malak? Malak, my baby?” They called, the smell only becoming ever present as they gracefully sank to their knees beside him. “Malak, dear, are you alright?”

He managed to regain at least a bit of conciousness once they slipped the bulky, big headphones off of his susceptible ears, making little grunts and groans as he blinked in confusion. “Mmngh… Masterrr…,”

“Yes, it’s me, darling.” Hoisting his upper half into their lap, they made the effort to ignore his sweat stained skin ruminating with grease. Out loud they thought, “How long has it been since you’ve had a bath?” He whimpered, clawing at his hair and belly with a sense of watered down desperation that made their gut churn. “Mass… terrrr…!” His tummy rumbled in anticipation, only furthering their thought to how long has it been since they’d fed him?

What a terrible thrall owner they were, neglecting their prize possession! Curling him into the biggest of hugs despite his stench, Adrastus scratched lovingly at his scalp.

Cupping his face, smooshing his acne riddled cheeks with their fingers, they traced his tense frown with their vision. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, why don’t we, baby?” Pinching the corners of his mouth, they upturned the corners of Malak’s lips.

Soon enough the water was running fast, filling up the tub as Malak sat and watched in awe, with Adrastus almost finished up in the kitchen preparing him an absolute feast of a meal.

“Get on in, baby, it’s all warm and cozy for you,” they sang, leading him into the tub with the promise of a full, deliciously red strawberry that they plopped between his teeth, stealing it before he could manage to eat the leaves as well.

Eagerly they began rinsing the grease and grime from every inch of him, carefully lathering soap with their plush hands, circular motions Malak welcomed fully. “Aw, you like that?” They cooed, booping him right on the nose above his wide, beaming smile.

“Y- yeshhh…” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek on their palm the same way a cat would, making Adrastus’ heart melt at the sight.

“Oh, you cutie pie, you!” They showered him with kisses, each peck sending him reeling with a blissful touch. “I will never forget about you again! Never ever!”

With drooping, drowsy eyes and gummed up cheeks, Malak nodded, sticking out his tongue for another bite of food that Adrastus was glad to supply.

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[marlinbluezzz]

*cracks knuckles*

Here’s some food eat up guys 🍽️🍽️

I’m really tired but also really bored and I need to solve the boredom before I go to sleep 💪

soooooo have some quick little stories I guess :3 they’re just short kinda.

Martin seems like the kind of guy who’d like having his hair touched, brushed or played with but he’s NOT gonna tell anyone. He’s giving me dog vibes idk why. Like. Golden retriever.

ALSO THESE ARE THE FIRST FANFICS IVE WRITTEN IN LITERAL YEARS IM SORRY THEYRE SO TRASH!!!

Also sorry for any typos this is a new device and it hasn’t gotten used to me using certain words yet :/

1: Leaves (Maviva ish)

Chris and Martin stepped into the tortuga, still laughing wildly from a situation that had happened almost 15 minutes ago, where Martin had found a pinecone, and it lead into an all out pinecone throwing battle. Their faces were covered in slight scratches and red marks, and Martin had leaves in his hair, but he didn’t seem to mind.

the two were still in their squirrel power suits as the entrance to the tortuga shut behind them, and they dusted themselves off.

“de- deactivate!” Chris's words were broken up by chuckles.

“There you boys are,” Aviva said, approaching them with a wrench in hand. “You two are going to clean that mess up later- not me, not koki, and not Jimmy!”

“Sorry, Aviva!” Chris exclaimed almost jokingly, plucking a burr off of his power vest. “There you go,” he said almost silently as he threw it to the floor. Martin and Aviva shared a look as Chris trotted away to put his belongings down.

“You guys are so messy sometimes,” said Aviva, her voice a little quieter, directing her full attention to Martin. A goofy smile made its way to his face.

“it’s mostly Chris,” he said innocently. She roller her eyes.

Martin deactivated his suit, slipping the disc into the pocket of his shorts. “MK’s always got his life together! See?”

Aviva huffed. “Sure he does.”

the two locked eyes for a moment, Aviva's teasing smile fading into soft concern. Martin tried to ignore the butterflies starting to flutter in his stomach.

“you have so many leaf fragments in your hair, Martin!” She began to laugh lightly. “It looks like a bird tried to build a nest in there!”

Martin sighed, and vigorously shook his head like some kind of dog. He probably rattled his brain around. “I’ll wash my hair tonight.” He began to walk past her, but she caught him by his sleeve, causing him to stumble slightly. “No, Martin, you need to get that out now.” Her tone was stern, but soft in its own kind of way. A light blush rose to Martins cheeks as she grabbed his sleeve, and koki muttered something to Jimmy on the other side of the room.

Aviva lead him to Jimmy’s unoccupied chair- a rare site indeed. He was currently sitting beside koki on the floor eating a sandwich. Typical Jimmy.

“this is the tortuga, not a salon!” Martin was laughing, but it was only to suffocate the nervousness welling up in him as Aviva stood in front of him, examining the condition of his hair. He hated prolonged eye contact, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from hers. He hated that he got like this sometimes- Aviva was his friend. He couldn't…

he wanted to flick himself because of his thought process.

“Ok, hold still, MK.” Aviva began to gently remove the leaf fragments from his hair, and he tried not to lean into the light tingle of her hands in his hair, but to no avail. He allowed his eyes to shut, accompanied by an even goofier smile than before. Hopefully, she didn’t notice it, but with the way Jimmy and Koki were probably seeing him, it was obvious.

after about a minute, Aviva was done with him, ruffling his hair back into its natural position.

“I’m still gonna wash my hair. It’s been a while,” he giggled, wanting to see Aviva's reaction to that unnecessary information.

“Ew! Nasty kratt!” She teased, walking back over to where she was tinkering with the miniaturizer.

Their interaction faded at that point as Martin went off to find Chris wherever he had skedaddled off to in the tortuga- but he knew that while the interaction was insignificant to Aviva, it would linger in his mind for weeks to come.

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wooo that was ass. Time to ruin two more of my favorite characters. Hopefully I’m better at writing Zach than I am Martin

2: wolf fur coat. (Zanita kind of tee hee…)

“So what do I have to do with this?” Zach hissed, crossing his arms. He felt like this entire day had been a waste, and he was so tempted to get his zachbot that was waiting outside to take him back to the jet already.

Donita had called him over about a possible offer, a mutually beneficial deal. But she had spent the entire time talking about possible new fashion items to sell and display- nothing that would interest Zach.

“Zach, darling, I’m getting there,” she said as she showed him more sketches of animal “inspired” outfits, some of the most set designs Zach had ever seen. Sometimes he could barely put up wit( the others, but he had to admit that Donita had a great mind. Especially with the crappy doodle of gourmand in a poodle themed dress in the corner.

”Well, get there! I don’t have forever, you know. I am a busy man!”

“Busy doing what, Zach? Stalking the kratts? Zachary, dear, wouldn’t you like a little more publicity? Some… promotion?”

Zach was now slightly intrigued, dropping his sharp tone by a little out of curiosity. “What kind of publicity and promotion are we talking about?

Donita chuckled darkly, flipping to the next sketch in her book. It was a loose drawing of Zach himself, sporting a lavish fur coat over his usual black turtleneck, accompanied by pants that matched the shade of a color in the coats pattern, and black boots. Zach raised his eyebrows as he studied it, but then started to become a little outraged.

“You-“ he stumbled over his words, not sure whether to be offended by the fact that she believed he would wear such an outfit, or flattered by the fact she would use him as a subject.

“I would like for you to model this outfit for me in my next line,” she purred, closing her sketchbook.

she fluidly reached out to him, grabbing the sides of the neck of his sweater, tugging lightly, but hard enough to get him slightly flustered. “You would look awfully dashing in a wolf fur coat.”

Zach sighed, dropping his defensive attitude at the compliment, but not letting her know that it had any effect on him. “We'll see, Donita. But I’m an inventor, not a dress up… princess… varmit wearer!” His voice held no malice, somehow.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “We WILL see… see you in that fur coat, that is.”

Zach rolled his eyes.

“Well, would 2 million dollars be enough to lure you in? You seem to forget I’m just as clever as you when it comes to business.”

Zach’s eyes widened, a smile creeping to his face. He then lowered to a smirk as he prepared to speak, eyes narrowing.

“We might have ourselves a deal, Donita Donata.”

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ok that one wasn’t really THAT shipyard but boy do I like writing those two… (that’s the first time I’ve ever done that)

but yeah I hope that these aren’t too bad and that someone out there likes them! :) I spent way longer on that than I wanted to lol. I wish the Zach and Donita one had been more shippy but it’s SO LATE AUGH

[angelina-g]

AU where Will has inherited mage bloodline and can change people into dogs (no one knows about it)

That’s how he adopted his dogs, some of them are real strays that he adopted for himself, others are sinners that evaded the legal system and he just couldn’t turn a blind eye on them.

So in S2 after he’s acquitted he made plans to turn Hannibal into dog and adopted him. He puts on a tight leash in case Hannibal’s got smart ideas. He still calls the dog Hannibal, because no one would have believed Hannibal is now a dog.

Then when Hannibal is officially declared missing Will was marked at the primary suspect, Jack came to interview him but they couldn’t find evidence so Will is counted as innocent. Will even showed dognnibal to Jack and called his name Hannibal in front of Jack, but Jack just thought it weird and that the dog does behave somewhat like Lecter and didn’t think too much about it (except that he’s somewhat worried about Will’s mental status in adopting dog and name it as his psychiatrist who he claims to have framed him).

Hannibal, contrary to many’s expectation, was not that opposed to being raised by Will. He has expected some level of payback with Will acquitted. While this does blow his mind a bit, living with Will 24/7 isn’t that bad after all.

However, what dog Hannibal hates most is that he sheds hair. Yes, he hates it especially when he himself is shedding so the hairs just follow him EVERYWHERE.

Needless to say, dog Hannibal has been sulking about his hair shedding since day 1 of his dog life.

Will noticed Hannibal being unhappy, but he thought that’s normal when you lost all your power and put on a leash and put through dog training by someone you saw as a plaything. He has no idea about the real reason behind Hannibal’s sulking.

That is, until, one day, Hannibal can no longer stand his fur EVERYWHERE even in his dog bed (he tried jumping up Will’s bed to sleep and got caged as punishment so he’s staying put with his dog bed, for now), that he went to grab Will’s lint roller for his bed. Apparently he has overestimated his dog self. The roller ended up sticking on his body and it just DOESN’T GET OFF.

It wasn’t until Will is back at home and saw the roller on Hannibal did he realize why Hannibal has been sulking all along. He bursted out laughing (his first genuine laugh in a long while) and took quite a few photos before he helped removing it. Hannibal was, of course, staring at him accusingly the whole time. However, despite the indignity he suffered, he’s secretly glad to bear witness to Will’s genuine smile and being the cause of it.

[mylarena]

iiiim. still thinking about @natelia-aldelliz's werewolf-cat au. im so sorry. this is very short and stupid but i wrote it and dont want to just. delete it,

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here he was again.

covered in fucking dog hair.

soap thinks its bullshit that shifting forms doesnt mystically remove all the wolf fur that sticks to him whenever he escapes that damned pile. the cat fur doesnt fucking stay, why should the rest? sure the cat fur is a part of him, but it- nevermind. it doesnt matter.

what does matter is that he needs to get rid of it before he leaves his room, lest the hounds figure out that its not a cute little pup that theyve been doting on, and that it is instead their 5'10" scottish teammate in the form of a 10" scottish fold.

god, theres dog hair in his fucking mouth.

he hopes that when ghost shifts back he has cat hair in his own mouth. would serve the fucker right for messing up his neatly-groomed coat with his stupid dog tongue.

he goes to grab a lint roller.

[stickyrootsblog]

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[come1nalone]

Adult children of neglect- this is how you should clean your bed.

This post is for adult people, who were not taught how to clean and maintain hygiene. This is only what I’ve learned and my personal experience so feel free to add things and correct any mistakes I’ve made.

When I was a teenager, I dealt with very bad mental health issues. I was very depressed, anxious, had eating disorders=low energy, abused substances and felt terrible all around. As a consequence, I would never clean my room. My parents scolded me a lot, but just closed the door to my room remarking it made them sad. I was forced to clean every now and then, but often I just slept in pretty bad conditions. I didn’t change the sheets for months on end, sometimes there was cat feces on the blankets and I just kinda flipped it to the other side. It was cold at night, my room was a fucking mess, and I just felt pretty bad in my bed. These are the things I learned as a semi-adult, that I believe are good information.

First and foremost; remove any objects that do not belong in the bed. Anything like food, notebooks, laptop, laundry, etc. you should have *only* your blankets, pillows, stuffed animals if you like them, things you need for your sleep. Really just take those things out. This is good, because some things might end up injuring you in your sleep, and secondly, it can distract you from noticing how clean your bed is. It could also prevent any Hygiene issues. I’m not sure why it’s good to do this, but I believe it’s good practice.

Secondly, you may want to clean things up. Anything that you’re uncertain of, Google. Google and YouTube are your best friends. Make sure you dust around the bed frame, clean the bed and the sheets of animal hair or your hairs before you put the dirty sheets in the laundry, because animal hair doesn’t come off in the laundry, you’ll just get more cat/dog hairs on other clothes that way. You can use tape or a special roller to clean those.

If you notice any stains- make sure you clean them up. Check the materials you have available, and purchase new ones if you need them. Things like period stains and whatnot, any organic-biological stains may need to be sanitized with special wipes. These are available for cheap at most supermarkets, so don’t worry. Just make sure things will be clean.

The sheets. Oh lord. I’ve learned that you must change sheets every 1-2 weeks. It’s hard keeping up, but it’s important to know the standard at the very least. So make sure you change those up.

Temperature. Are there enough blankets to keep you warm at night? You should have the bed be at a comfortable temperature. Alternatively, do you have too many blankets? You do not need to sleep wearing a coat at night. Even if you did as a kid. You deserve a warm comfortable bed, so add blankets, or remove some, if they make you uncomfortable.

If you sleep with fluffy pillows, or stuffed animals, I believe they need to be put in the laundry every now and then as well. Stuffed animals and fluffy pillows- I looked it up online and it said a month. As for actual pillows- twice a year, or every 3 month if you have pets. Remember that these are all assuming the pillow or stuffed animal did not get stained. In that case, you should wash it immediately. Check online on ways to clean things.

Remember to clean under the bed, remove any objects that do not belong under the bed, dust and then mop the floor with water every now and then.

This list isn’t exhaustive- but it’s what I know and I hope that can help you. If you’re a spoonie, there are way better posts out there that give you tips on how to do these things with greater ease.

Remember that it is ok to fuck up, and it’s ok to not know. Cleaning your bed will not make your life magically better. You will not wake up to be this new person who is delighted with joy. But it’s something you need to take care of.

For me personally, it was hard to understand why I need to “fix” bad living conditions if I’m doing “ok”. Because I’m still in survival mode, yk. But I think it’s a good habit to make sure you’re taking care of these things. You deserve a clean bed, and a warm bed, and to feel safe and comfortable, not just to have a bed. Not just to have a room. But for it to be clean and well, so you could enjoy it and be safe in it.

Wishing y’all the best in recovery and feel free to add your own prompts ❤️

[makibeni]

Ch. 53- Free to Be With You

Makima dragged the lint roller across her clothes, removing stray dog hair from her work attire before donning her coat. Her morning had gone by as any other in this new routine she'd settled in, she'd woken up, took her dogs for their morning walk, returned home and enjoyed breakfast with her girlfriend, then readied herself for work. She turned again to look at her, one final slice of comfort to hold onto for the long day ahead when she noticed the girl seemed taken by an anxious fidget. Kobeni sat with words dancing on her tongue, eager to say something but without the moment to speak, staring at her with pleading eyes to wait until she was able. Makima indulged her, taking a stroll back to the couch and leaning down, pressing her lips to the girl's cheek and pulling her hand with her as she stood.

"I'm... going out today"

A look of faint surprise danced across her face to the girl's words, dissipating as contemplation set in.

"Oh? Do you need some money?"

She had no objections she could think of, Kobeni had been cooped up in the apartment for a while now and a small excursion sounded like something that might brighten her mood. The look she bore suggested this was something of at least some importance to her, enough so that the prospect of a 'no' caused her some level of grief.

"N-no! That's okay... t-thank you..."

It seemed as though she had more to say but without the means to do so she resigned herself to feigning a gracious smile, one which Makima reluctantly accepted. She danced her thumb across the back of Kobeni's hand in one last gesture of longing before slipping it from her grasp and heading back for the door.

"I'll probably be home late again today, want me to grab anything on my way back?"

Her cadence returned, a measured composure she was use to putting on for the girl's sake, although it may as well have been for her own.

"Um... W-whatever you want is fine"

With a nod she left, draining the emotion from her expression with every step, slowly donning her mask for the day as she made her way to the train station.

Kobeni waited what felt like an appropriate amount of time, sitting on the couch and clutching a pillow while staring at the clock as the minutes crept by with leisurely sloth. She wasn't sure exactly what she was waiting for, only that now seemed the wrong time, and she had to sit in agonizing limbo doing absolutely nothing until the time felt right. To say she'd planned out her day was a stretch, though in part it was by design. She'd resolved to exercise the boundless freedom she'd been given, and in accordance with that, freedom from her own self imposed rules. She had some familiarity with the area around Makima's apartment, enough not to get lost but she'd done little more than walk around, never really exploring much of it. Today that would change, with a stored up reserve of confidence the world was hers to do with as she pleased, she'd finally shed the phantoms of shackles that had already been broken.

Her outing began with budding excitement, strolling past shops with curious eyes darting around in search of sparking desire. She craved the things she'd always denied herself, or been denied by others, but as she strolled around it slowly dawned on her that nothing was really calling out to her. Rows and piles of clothes strewn around in inviting arrangements across a dozen stores failed to grab her, each provoking the same stifling indifference as the last. That was okay, the day was still young and even if clothes weren't her forte there was still plenty to take in. The scent of street food drew her in, a veritable bouquet of inviting smells each vying for her attention, and each she desired to address in kind. She partook in a dozen plates, taking inquisitive bites from each before discarding the rest and moving on to another stand, getting lost along the way and stopping only when her stomach threatened to reject the food she'd put in there. With time still left to waste the girl found herself pressed, the mounting pressure to play the role of unrestricted hedonism demanded more, but inexperience quenched her fire, struggling to find what to even do with herself. She sought refuge before her thoughts began to question her, ducking her head into a local bar to waste away the rest of her money on drinks like her coworkers so often did.

She ordered a drink, then two, then three, the alcohol taking hold and ordering the rest for her as her money and sense quickly dried up. The girl finally making her way out with the sunset. Her body conceding to the nausea that had been building inside of her as she desperately tried to stumble somewhere out of the way. She grabbed onto a stone pillar with one arm, the other clutching at her abdomen, as her hedonistic escapades departed her body in a ruinous reminder of all the day's events, narrowly missing her shoes. Heavy breaths and teary eyes followed, a final few lurches then stillness. She stayed there for a while, her gasps relaxing as she mustered the energy to wipe the tears from her eyes, the girl made her way over to a nearby bench.

The clouds had parted to a deep blue blanket of stars as a cool breeze washed over her face. She closed her eyes, the sound of ocean waves gently crashing against the rocks below like a soothing lullaby inviting her to sleep. She leaned forward, catching her face in her arms, knowing as much as she wanted to sleeping here wasn't an option. Again she staggered, her body aching for rest and pleading to shut down, but she persisted. With some effort she lifted herself up and began to stagger back home as best she could remember her way.

Kobeni made her way home, avoiding the stairs and making her way to the elevator her eyes dizzily following the number as it slowly made it's way down to one. She nearly collapsed into it, catching herself after a quick stumble and trying to press her finger to the button before sliding down into a heap in the corner. Regret clawed at her throat, flashing memories of unfulfilled ideals dragging her down as she crawled her way towards the door, but on her mind remained one unchanging thought, for all the freedom in the world, in the end all she really wanted was to be back in her embrace.

"Oh my god... Kobeni are you alri-"

The girl fell into her arms, exhausted and trembling but strangely content, having finally found a place she could rest. Makima gently wrapped her arms around her, pushing down her panic and anxiety as she'd so often done to give the girl the warmth her body craved. She carried her to bed, undressing her and cleaning the remaining grime with a damp cloth as she lay near catatonic with her eyes barely strained open. She tried to eek out thanks through a raspy whisper, deafened by a gentle press of Makima's finger to her lips. The woman bid her shush, wiping the last bits of tears from her eyes and planting a kiss on her forehead.

[dragonhollowknits]

We've added another series of items to our shop this week, our hand-knit washcloths! These are made with 100% cotton, are great for bathing or washing dishes, and come in six different color variants.

I used a few of these daily last year when I was having a terrible allergic reaction to a medication that made my face swell and peel and burn and generally be disgusting and miserable for weeks. These were gentle enough to allow me to remove the dead skin without damaging the sensitive new skin underneath.

Also, we've started adding an allergen warning to our listings. We have two dogs and a cat, and everything is made by hand in our home. Everything gets washed in a dye- and fragrance-free detergent with no fabric softener after being completed, then stored in plastic tubs with lids, and then carefully gone over with a lint roller before being shipped out to buyers. However, anyone who has ever had a dog or cat knows that sometimes that hair just gets by you, no matter what you do. So far, it's just a quick note saying "Allergen Alert: Made in a house with cats and dogs." in each listing at the end of the description. However, we're very interested in any suggestions or recommendations for making sure anyone who has concerns has the information they need to make an informed purchase. Please drop us a line to let us know how we can improve!

[munsonmuses]

Cavities

Part Two to Sweet-tooth, This is an ANGSTY one folks

Synopsis: Eddie and the reader have been going at this for a few months, and poor boy is head over heels in love. Unfortunately, commitment isn’t something you’re after, but he wants it so bad. So he attempts to prove it to you. Being your guest at one of your charity events.

Warnings: Angst, coke usage, alcohol usage, shouting, reader is legitimately mean to Eddie. 

Eddie frowned deeply to himself as he was pressed against your plush bed, the silk sheets under him that melded to his body and sweaty flesh. And there you were, doing a line of coke off his thigh and shooting up to sitting with an eager smile as he scowled. 

He had to ask...he would never forgive himself if he didn’t even try. Even if he had tried the past three months.

“I uh, I wanted to ask you again about maybe, being a little more exclusive, or even like...just us actually dating? I mean, I love you...”

And once more, you broke his poor little heart. 

“I know you do honey but,” he stopped listening after that. It was always but or I can’t and other words that carried the same semblance. That all boiled down to “I can’t date you Eddie”, and it truthfully ripped him to shreds every time. God he should’ve just walked out, listened to Gareth and Steve’s concerns. About how the privilege and elitism of your lifestyle would suck the soul out of him, and you’d leave him to die. 

Yet if it were to be at your hand, to be drained and starved and left to die would be the greatest privilege in his eyes. 

 He watched as you plopped yourself onto your plush vanity chair and immediately followed, his well practiced fingers immediately helping remove your rollers as you hummed up at him. 

“Such a good boy Eddie...” and in that moment, you chose to humor him a bit, maybe out of pity. 

“Then you know what Eddie, you can come with me to one of my little soiree’s okay? You can be my precious guest, my arm candy, my date”

Date 

His eyes blew wide as he nodded eagerly to himself. Laughing softly as he helped comb through your thick curls that had formed with assistance from the foam rollers you basically swore by. 

“But you have to wear a suit. I’ll let you leave your hair down. It’s sexy that way. So we’re gonna put you in the nicest suit. I’m thinking a long tie...” you insisted softly as he ran to go get your keys from the key-dish, earning an amused laugh from you as you dressed yourself carefully.

Eddie didn’t care if he had to stuff himself into a suit he’d hate, and mingle with people who saw him as the scum under their shoes. Because he got to dote on you in front of your social class. Take up space in their lounges, and their kitchens. He was going to fit in right beside you. Slot himself into this spot in your life. 

You carefully padded down in the nicest blouse and some matching high-waisted clasped pants. Clothes he’d learned are your version of casual wear as he gently helped you get your pumps on, and then lifted his own jeans from the entryway floor, sliding them on and yanking on his well worn reeboks. Opening the door as you trotted out, he watched as you practically floated on air.

You were beauty and grace, the slivers of gray hairs that were coming in, that glinted a silvery sheen in the light. The way your face never wrinkled except for when you smiled at him. How you were so perfect, the air of classic feminine beauty followed you. Eddie felt so blessed that it was him you picked.

But Gareth and Steve had regularly given him shit about it, the words they’d said flooding his ears as he clambered into your car. 

“She’s leading you around like a dog man”

“Why don’t you date literally anybody else? There are men and women in Hawkins who’d kill to date you Munson.”

But he didn’t want anybody else. Nobody else excited him, enraptured him like you did. His eyes focused on the racing by trees outside as he listened to the music that preened the old and grizzly voices out of the radio. He was gladly quiet, listening to the sound of your breathing was enough noise to occupy his unsteady mind.

Occupied it so much he hadn’t even fully realized you’d pulled into a nearby shop with an onsite tailor, and stumbled out of the car as you hummed softly to him. “Go on ahead of me, hold the door honey...” you insisted which he did, the smell of pressed fabrics wafting past as he sneered. Reminded him of going to church as a little one, how his button down was always too snug around his neck and his pants were too long.

He tailed inside after you rapidly, eyes wide as he stared at all the suits and fabric, swallowing the cotton-tight lump in his throat. God it was so stuffy in here, and everything looked so expensive. He watched as you carefully felt each suit before swallowing. 

Maybe if he took initiative it would make him more attractive, more obtainable, like he’d fit his way into your pristine little lifestyle. So he swallowed, carefully trotted over to a suit on a mannequin. 

Simple, sleek, a mice dark navy color. Before looking at you. “This one...” he insisted softly as you turned towards him, not your eyes though, they were predatory, assessing the suit before smiling softly. 

“Good pick, good boy..” you insisted before getting him measured. It was going to be a good night.

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Eddie swallowed hard as he was enveloped by the smell of champagne, the taste of cold whiskey and the feeling of cashmere. His hair down, the longest in the building as he tried to make smalltalk with others. He’d lost you an hour into this damn party, and was suffocated by class and grace that he’d only seen in movies. 

Then your voice cut through the air. 

“He’s such a sweet thing! You know, like a pathetic dog! Follows me on hand and foot, but to be honest he’s a placeholder till I get myself married-” you cackled, mildly tipsy but not drunk. And even if you didn’t mean it, it hurt.

You turned, eyes locking on his face full of contempt and rage. Rapidly turning towards you as he charged through the crowd, hands stiff as he got close. Eyes watery and rage filled. 

“Fix your own car, fix your own damn life, do coke off some other whore! God I have given you half a year of my life! A life that could’ve been spent pursuing my music, pursuing someone who loved me!” he started as you swallowed hard, guests murmuring about the outright confession of your poor drug habits. Opening your mouth, his eyes widening as he sneered. 

“I’m not finished! God everything is about you, you looking good, you pushing and pulling everyone every which way. So what if you’re some stupid fucking sugar heiress, or flour heiress or whatever! You are fake, like fucking aspartame, like the fucking wax apples and the fake curls in your hair! The way you are like this mannequin! You are cold, plastic, and perfect looking on the outside, but empty. Hollow! You feel nothing! You love nobody!” his voice was combined with whines and cries that tore at his throat, eyes watering as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your guests filed out of the large parlor, eyes wandering and words cutting like knives. But that didn’t matter. Eddie had never yelled, never flinched, never been upset at your quips and remarks. You’d never told him “I love you” back, you’d never made it seem like it was more.

But it was the fact you’d chosen to humiliate him, just like any other spoiled and rich asshole who snubbed him, and his trailer, and everything he’d worked so hard for. Like A Harrington, or a Carver..like yourself. You’d diminished him to his poverty, and how he could benefit you. 

He looked so handsome in his suit, shoved himself into it. He’d shoved himself into the cracks in your life you’d allow, like slivers of love and light and hate. And he took each and every last sliver and slip like it was gold. He took every little thing he could with grace and adoration. Like a devote disciple at the foot of his god. He worshiped you, and you’d treated him like dirt.

“Eddie I-”

He turned on his heel. 

“You are a bad person, I hope you can hear me past all that fancy wine and disgusting fucking scotch. Because you’ll wake up tomorrow, you’ll realize your bed is empty again. And you’ll know I’m done-” he hissed and stormed out harshly.

You were dressed to the nines, hair done up, crystal champagne flute in hand...and you’d never felt more raggedy and undone in your life. 

The life of an heiress is cold and lonely, if she chooses to climb on the backs of others without regard...

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[woofwise]

Do Long-Haired Dachshunds Shed?

Long-haired dachshunds are adored for their flowing, silky coats and charming personalities. However, if you're considering adding one to your family, you might wonder, "Do long-haired dachshunds shed?" The answer is yes, but the shedding is moderate compared to some other breeds. Here's everything you need to know about their shedding habits and how to manage them effectively.

Understanding Long-Haired Dachshund Shedding

All dogs shed to some extent, and long-haired dachshunds are no exception. Shedding is a natural process that allows old or damaged hair to be replaced with new growth. While they aren't considered heavy shedders, you can expect a consistent, moderate amount of hair loss throughout the year.

Factors influencing shedding include:

Seasonal Changes: Dachshunds may shed more heavily during spring and fall when they adjust their coats for temperature changes.

Health Conditions: Poor diet, stress, or skin issues can increase shedding. Regular vet checkups are crucial to rule out underlying health problems.

How to Manage Shedding in Long-Haired Dachshunds

Managing shedding is essential to keep your home clean and your dog’s coat healthy. Here are some tips to reduce and control shedding:

Regular Brushing: Brush your dachshund at least 2-3 times a week. A slicker brush or a grooming comb designed for long-haired dogs works best. Regular brushing helps remove loose hair and prevents mats and tangles.

Balanced Diet: A diet rich in omega-3 fatty acids, proteins, and essential vitamins can improve coat health and minimize shedding. Consult your veterinarian to ensure your dachshund’s diet meets its nutritional needs.

Bathing Schedule: Bathe your long-haired dachshund every 4-6 weeks using a gentle dog shampoo. Overbathing can dry out the skin, leading to increased shedding.

Vacuum Regularly: If shedding becomes noticeable around your home, vacuuming and using lint rollers can keep surfaces clean and hair-free.

Are Long-Haired Dachshunds Hypoallergenic?

No, long-haired dachshunds are not hypoallergenic. While their shedding is moderate, they still produce dander, which can trigger allergies in sensitive individuals. If you have allergies, spend time with the breed before deciding to bring one into your home.

Conclusion

Yes, long-haired dachshunds shed, but their shedding is manageable with regular grooming and care. By understanding their needs and maintaining a consistent grooming routine, you can enjoy the companionship of this delightful breed without being overwhelmed by shedding. With their affectionate nature and stunning appearance, long-haired dachshunds make excellent pets for those prepared to meet their grooming requirements.