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[sandra-hippologic]

How To Start Clicker Training my Horse? 5 Tips to Start Right

Welcome to a new world of training, communicating with your horse and cultivating friendship in training. When you want to become successful in a (any) new skill, this is what I recommend as being a coach for the last few decades. #1 Learning a new skills asks for a Teacher Find a coach. Preferably 1 (one) coach/approach! Why am I mentioning this? When you seek out multiple teachers/coaches…

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HEHEHHEE OPEN REQUESTS???

Hello koko! I was summoned by your open requests, and I just had an idea, how about headcanons/one shot for Alastor and Vox (separately) with a reader who has powers a bit like Toge Inumaki in JJK?( I saw that you were watching JJK so I assume you know how his powers works) like what do they think about it? how do they react when reader uses her powers? How they communicate with her?

THANKS FOR READING MY REQUEST DEAR KOKO! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

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Alastor | Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which your speech causes action, so you can't speak unless you wish to control others. Reader is female.

When you first came to the hotel, Alastor was not impressed

You were certainly a gorgeous sight, but it was ruined by the device in your hands that you had your nose buried in, screen lighting ruining your face

It took him quite a while when he heard strings of words emanating from the device to realize you were speaking through it, your fingers pressing on keys faster than he could follow

You introduced yourself to everyone that day, as a new hire for the hotel, and how you couldn't speak but hoped it wouldn't get in the way

He was certainly irked by the device in your hands, but it was funny to see someone so weak that they had to rely on a flimsy device made by an even flimsier overlord

Truly a shame

You learn the hard way not to get too close to him while using your device, or else it starts to act up and get damaged

Alastor still spoke to you; of course he did! Because he was amused knowing you couldn't retort

But eventually, without noticing, he would talk more and more, filling every aspect of the silence between you

You were the best listener, both since you had no choice and because you didn't give any shitty advice

The only thing that weirded him out was the weird clicking he started to hear around you

Something about it was so familiar

J-E-R-K-J-E-R-K-J-E-R

When he looked down at your hand and saw a clicker in your hand, he realized what you were doing

Of course he knew morse code by heart! He studied all sorts of things, but he wasn't sure why you'd do things that way when you had a much easier device

Unless you did it just for him?

R-K-J-E-R-K-J

" And who are we calling names, my voiceless companion? "

Y-O-U

Still, it's very touching to see you go from using your phone to putting it away when you come to him to talk

And not much changes since you can't get out too many words with your morse method

One evening, while on a walk together, Alastor was reciting to you how he'd come to work for Charlie and how she sang on the news for so many to see! When a group of assassins surrounded the two of you, angel steel weapons were on full display

Before Alastor handled them—which, let's be fair, would be no issue to him—you pulled quicker on the draw

" COMATOSE. "

You yelled it with your hands clamped over Alastors ears, and the instant the word came out, they all dropped, beyond unconcious

Alastor laughs, because wow, that was quite the display!

But he's already dragging you over them to continue talking, now teasing you for treating him like a helpless damsel

He was certainly glad that he hadn't made an enemy of you when he first saw you, because you may stand a chance against him with an ability like that

Most sinners had some kind of ability that grew with their power, often souls under contract or training enhancing them

Vox himself had plenty of tricks under his sleeves, and he'd seen the most pathetic of abilities to those worth cowering before

But he'd never heard of something like yours

Overlords loved showing off their resources, which could include people who became very useful in battle

You were a 'friend' of Zestial, though, while most jumped at the opportunity to introduce themselves to other overlords, you only waved

Of course you piqued his interest, because when he ran his servers over you, he found little to nothing beyond pictures

After several days of stalking video feeds, he caught you and Zestial together when—oh fuck! You sign!

While he could have just waited for the next opportunity, Vox was far too invested in your story and opted to pay Zestial a visit, if it meant he could see you

From what he could tell, you were using ASL, so once he bumped into you he began signing his typical introduction

Something about his heart sparked when he saw you smile, the way those curious eyes sparkled

He was immediately embarrassed when you revealed he didn't have to sign because you could hear

But he was all healed when you signed that you were very glad to have met someone else you could talk with

Vox is used to the overstimulation of noises from news, music, footage, all of it always beaming into his head so much that the silence around you is eerie and takes him awhile to get used to

Zestial certainly has an ace; one Vox is jealous of

Since you got along so well, you and Vox schedule meet-ups so you can interact, seeing as he and Zestial are almost exact opposites

The first time he witnesses your powers is when Alastor shows up at one of your meetings, and he was certainly trying to embarrass Vox in front of you

But Vox was your friend, and you had no tolerance for Alastors threats

" Silence. "

From your lips poured a thick fog, which whisped its way over Alastor's mouth, forming a seal that prevented him from speaking

The radio demon wasn't pleased, but he wasn't about to act up a scene right now, so he turned and left

Vox immediately fanboys because, oh my FUCKING GOD, you showed him!!!

Wait, you can talk? You sound like that?

YOUR POWERS DID THAT???

He is about to waste your evening asking all kinds of things, you probably can't sign as fast as he can ask, too

Author's Note - Conch anon gets only the BEST of the BEST!!! I did like writing these anyways though, because i adore Inumaki...thank you for requesting!

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee obediently sat off to the side of Whumper's feet while Whumper flipped through the TV channels.

"Nothing on TV today", Whumper sighed and glanced at Whumpee, "pet?"

Whumpee hurried to their knees and crawled to Whumper. They then laid their head on Whumper's lap to wait for head pats or a command.

Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheeks lovingly, "I am so bored, you got anything to entertain me, I don't care what."

Whumpee thought for a minute and had a thought. Would it be too much they questioned. 'I can test it', Whumpee thought to themself.

They crawled toward the coffee table and eyed a cup of water Whumper was sipping on. They eyed Whumper, who was watching them curiously. They raised a shaky hand towards it.

"No bad pet", Whumper stated, but still with a smile, "no making messes."

Whumpee laid their head on the coffee table and tried their best to make puppy dog eyes. They mustered a whine.

"Thanks for trying", Whumper smiled, "do you need to go outside?"

Whumpee jumped back and crawled towards the door excitedly; ready to go relieve themself. Whumper didn't pick up on their signs earlier.... they had to go bad now.

Whumper scrolled on their phone while Whumpee wandered around the yard.

"Hmm, things every pet should know how to do", Whumper spoke to themself as they started to read a post, "maybe we can work on a new trick."

"Muzzle training", Whumper snickered to themself. They had tried to do muzzle training a few months ago, but Whumpee had no interest at all. It ended in a horrible mess, and Whumper swore never again.

Whumper looked up at Whumpee for a few moments.

"I would like to have them muzzle trained, just to say they were. I would never cover their cute face", Whumper smiled.

"Use peanut butter or whip cream...", Whumper began to read.

Whumper dug through their closet until they found Whumpee's muzzle.

They tried it on themself first.

"Yep, that should still fit comfortably", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee was playing with a toy in the living room when Whumper came in carrying the muzzle, a training clicker, and a whipped cream can.

Whumpee nervously backed away until they bumped into the wall.

"Whumpee come", Whumper sat on the ground, "come on", they sounded cheerful.

Whumpee continued to stare at Whumper nervously. They tried to back even farther into the wall. There was no other exit, Whumper had trapped them. The only way out was trying to run past them or if the wall would move.

"Whumpee, come here", Whumper said a little sterner.

Whumpee shuddered at the stern voice and slowly started to crawl toward Whumper.

"You know better than to disobey", Whumper scolded, "are you a good Whumpee or not?"

"Good Whumpee", Whumpee whispered.

"Then prove it", Whumper held up the muzzle, "I would like you to be trained with this. It's not something permanent, I just want you to be able to do it."

Whumpee looked at the muzzle questioningly.

"I just washed it as well", Whumper patted Whumpee's head, "you'll be alright. I promise I won't let anything hurt you."

Whumpee whined lowly.

"Okay go ahead and give it a sniff", Whumper held it to Whumpee's face.

Whumpee sniffed over the torture device.

*Click... click*

Whumper clicked the clicker to tell Whumpee they did good.

Whumper smiled as they offered Whumpee a treat.

"And sniff again", Whumper held up the muzzle.

Whumpee did as they were told a little quicker this time.

*Click... click*

"Good job Whumpee", Whumper grinned, "I think you'll like this next part, though it's going to be a bit messy."

Whumper sprayed a dab of whipped cream into the muzzle and held it up to Whumpee.

"Clean it up", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee cautiously leaned into the muzzle and gave a small lick before they realized what it was. They lapped the rest up in seconds.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper made a command.

Whumpee looked up with concern. 'What?', they questioned to themself.

Whumper sprayed more whipped cream into the muzzle and held it up for Whumpee, "clean."

Whumpee quickly leaned into the muzzle and lapped up the sweet cream.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper commanded again.

Whumpee looked up with a questioning look and cocked their head to the side.

*Click... click*

Whumpee happily received another treat.

"You're doing so good", Whumper stood, "I'll be right back... stay."

Whumper reached for the whipped cream can and sprayed a tiny bit under Whumpee's nose.

They chuckled as they watched Whumpee work to lick the cream off.

Whumper came back with a cleaned muzzle.

"I thought this would be a little messier, but you are doing so good", Whumper sat down again.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper held up the muzzle.

Without thought, Whumpee leaned into the muzzle. They were disappointed when their was no more cream.

The muzzle suddenly tightened and was locked into place.

Whumpee quickly backed away from Whumper and started to frantically shake their head and paw at the muzzle. They rolled around the floor wildly.

Whumper watched them get their angst out, completely unbothered by Whumpee.

After a few minutes Whumpee made a tired huff and gasped for air.

"You done?", Whumper sighed, "if you come here I'll spray some whipped cream into your mouth."

Whumpee pawed at the muzzle again, before finally crawling to Whumper.

"Alright open your mouth" Whumper held up the can and stuck it into a slot and sprayed the cream into Whumpee's waiting mouth.

After a few minutes Whumper removed the muzzle and let Whumpee rub their face.

"Let's try again", Whumper held up the muzzle, "muzzle yourself."

Whumpee pawed at the clicker and whined.

"No, no clicks until you perform satisfactorily", Whumper shook their head, "muzzle yourself."

Whumpee leaned into the muzzle and shuddered as they felt it tighten and lock.

It took them everything not to try and shake it off again.

Whumper grinned as they sprayed more whipped cream into the muzzle.

Whumpee happily lapped it up again.

*Click... click*

Whumpee coveted that sound.

"Very good job Whumpee", Whumper happily removed the muzzle, "you did so good. I think you will have this down after a few more training sessions."

Whumpee happily rolled on the floor.

"Such a good Whumpee... are you my good Whumpee?", Whumper cooed.

Whumpee happily trotted to Whumper.

"Come here, such a good pet", Whumper praised as they hugged Whumpee tightly, "though you are absolutely sticky from the whipped cream."

"Let's give you one more spray before we get you cleaned up", Whumper held up the can and sprayed into Whumpee's mouth.

After giving Whumpee a bath, Whumper finally settled back on the couch.

Whumpee rested on the floor right under them.

"Let's see if there is anything good on TV now", Whumper reached for the remote, "if not, we might have to find another trick to learn.

Whumpee quietly pleaded that Whumper found something interesting to watch.

"Oh good... you're in luck Whumpee. The new season is out", Whumper chuckled, "I guess you get a break for the rest of today."

Whumpee happily rested their head on a pillow Whumper had given them earlier in the day.

'Thank goodness', Whumpee sighed in relief.

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[judeable-brainrot]

Challengerstober Day 23 | NSFW | Remote Vibrator

Art Donaldson who’s such a little masochist he loves giving you power over him. He’ll let you clicker train him, give him new associations to words, but most of all, he’ll let you fuck with his pleasure. And that’s especially prudent when it comes to the remote vibrator that you strap to the underside of his cock when you’re both out for a big event.

Talking to a big sponsor? Click! Sitting with a group of his peers? Click! Walking offstage after a speech? Click! And god, watching him squirm and try to keep his legs steady is the best thing you’ve ever seen. Near the end of the night it always gets too much for him, he’s nuzzling against your shoulder and begging for you to take him to the bathroom because it hurts so much. So you acquiesce of course and guide him into the stall, dragging his pants down along with his briefs. You turn the vibrator on and start jerking him off, a hand slapped over his mouth to keep him quiet as you go. He cums incredibly quick, moaning loud and high against your hand, hips bucking every which way as he shoots onto the floor. You guide him out and he’s stumbling back into the room like he’d had a bit too much to drink.

Patrick Zweig who lost a bet to you and this was the punishment. You’re smiling like the Cheshire Cat, remote in your pocket, giddy as you take him on your errands. He’s pouting, grumbling under his breath with his arms across his chest but that just won’t do.

Any time you catch wind of his sour attitude, click! He tenses and tries not to moan out loud, cheeks going red. By the time you get back to the car, he’s been a polite, smiley, shaky mess for the rest of the day and the moment that door shuts he’s whimpering for you to help him, to take it off because he’s been a good boy. Hasn’t he? And yeah, he has. So you quickly slide into the passenger seat, knee deep, and suck him off with the vibrator going at its highest level. He grips your hair tightly, hips bucking against your face as he cums in record time, rope after rope hitting your throat. You swallow it all before dragging the vibrator off with your teeth, giving him a shit-eating grin before hopping back into the drivers seat and starting home.

[homeofhousechickens]

How do you get the chickens to be so cuddly?

I raised Beeper from a young age and Sugar is from my breeding program where I select for a friendly disposition. Best way to a chickens heart is through food though they are very intelligent and can be trained just like a cat or dog. While it is easier to socialize and handle them when they are young but that doesnt mean its impossible for an older chicken to become just as cuddly as Beeper. Some things to keep in mind if you want lap chickens

Chicks that are shipped to you, or bought from a hatchery or farm store have experienced a lot of stress and trauma before entering your home. Hatching at a hatchery and getting shipped right after you hatch is not a great start for a young chicken's brain so they are going to be more prone to being skittish. Please treat them with kindness and be gentler with them, they are fresh to this world and just had a scary experience.

You want young chickens to see you as a mother figure or a member of their flock so you should treat them like a mother hen/flock member would. Keep them warm, cuddle them, show them how to be a chicken, and give them tasty treats. You dont want to cuddle them to much though, there is nothing bad that will happen to the chicken but imprinted chicks can be pretty incessant with wanting to be around you at this age lol, dont worry though they do usually grow out of constant crying for you.

With taming older chickens its important to remember that they are social animals and they love routine. Having a set schedule where you tend to your birds is a great way to establish a solid positive association. If you also bring some high priority treats with you every time even better. You then want to sit on the ground with them and offer them more treats, you will gradually bring your handful of treats closer to your body intill the birds have to touch you. At this time the birds who are more inclined to be your friend will start to be obvious as they will be the first to greet you and will be more comfortable touching you. Its important you dont suddenly grab at bird during bonding time as that can break their trust, you want to try gently and slowly stroking them and go from there. This also works for skittish younger chicks as well if you have a reason to be more hands off.

Even birds who will never like handling can still be trained with something like a clicker, i would say that most chickens find training to be enriching and positive as long as its a treat that they like.

[eff4freddie]

After She Left | Nine

Words: 5k

Joel leaves Shauna to race to the mess hall, trying to prevent an attack that will obliterate half of Jackson. You keep Ellie safe while Joel is out for blood. Tommy has his suspicions.

Chapter warnings: Angst, again. Slow burn. Joel continues to be bad at feelings.

A/N: Thank you again for your support of this series. It's putting the slow in slow burn, but these two idiots just refuse to give any ground. Joel is starting to soften, slowly, but will Teach let him in?

Eight | Series Masterlist | Ten

Joel’s legs were moving almost completely without volition. He didn’t even hesitate, taking off towards the mess hall screaming, bellowing, over his shoulder for Shauna to run to Tommy and tell him. There wasn’t any time, there wasn’t any knowing how much time there was, but there were families in that mess hall, there were some of the town’s best men and women and their children and he was going to make damn fuckin’ sure not you. Not Ellie. Not you.

He could feel his breath coming in hard and sharp, the comparatively warm night air doing absolutely nothing to stop his lungs feeling as though they were shredding right there in his chest. He was stumbling, must have looked completely mad, as he ran to the centre of town. Shauna had said the gas line ran over the street. In rebuilding Jackson with next to no equipment they wouldn’t have been able to pull up the concrete to bury it, not with the little tools they’d had. It would have made sense to install all the services above ground without a digger to get them under, but now they were just exposed. Jackson had been built on a fuckin’ fuse and he’d stood at the gates while the guys with the match marched right past him.

Jesus, he’d failed. Again, he had failed. If that mess hall went up before he got there he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to live with himself, knew in his heart he would have to take himself off to a mountain somewhere and let the elements have their way with him. Walk into a horde of clickers. It would be fair and it would be just in this lawless, gnashing world.

Breath coming in too fast to catch it, pulse too hard to hear anything else he rounded onto the main street, bellowing at the top of his lungs to clear the area, waving with his hands over his head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tommy running from the other direction, his eyes wild, raising his own hands over his head and bellowing a warning when he saw what Joel was doing. A few other men appeared on Joel’s periphery, confused but on alert regardless, and he screamed to them as he ran past ‘MESS HALL. GONNA GO UP. GET ‘EM OUT. GET ‘EM ALL OUT.’

He was dimly aware of people staring at him, gaping at him as he streamed past. He yelled in their faces to get clear, having to restrain himself from physically pushing them out of the way as he wrenched open the door to the mess hall just as Tommy appeared at the bottom of the steps.

It was all just pure instinct. He’d never been a fire warden, had done safety training for the job sites more than twenty years ago. Didn’t need instructions or a manual, just stood in the doorway as the hall fell silent around him, cupped his hands over his mouth and screamed ‘OUT OUT OUT’.

Tommy pulled him aside, gesturing people to the door now that Joel wasn’t obstructing it anymore, and later when Joel had the wherewithal he’d curse himself for being so stupid as to block the only exit he was screaming at people to use.

The place emptied in minutes. Town Council had a thing about practicing drills: clickers, raiders, fires and floods. Being the only safe haven at the end of the world a fair amount of effort went into preparing for disaster, and everyone was assembled at the muster point by the gate within minutes. Maria was busy doing her headcount.

Out the front of the mess hall Tommy held Joel by his trembling shoulder as he relayed to his younger brother everything that Shauna had said. Tommy sent a bunch of men under the floor to check the foundations, ran his own eye up the gas line because he didn’t trust any of the men, got Joel to do it too when he was done shaking. Whatever Steve and Wren had been planning they hadn’t pulled it off yet. There was still time. Joel felt himself exhale for the first time in an hour.

Over Tommy’s shoulder he saw the townsfolk of Jackson lined up along the street at a safe distance. Moms holding their babies to their chests, husbands with their arms over their wives’ shoulders. He saw you in the crowd, your hand held fast in Ellie’s, and he felt something settle in his chest as his girls watched him work. His girls.

Not his girls.

But in that first moment, before his legs had taken him in the direction of the mess hall, he’d fought a traitorous urge to turn around, head back to your place, pack you and Ellie up in blankets and hunker down with you in your bedroom, let the whole fuckin’ place burn to the ground around him so long as he had you both safe.

He blinked. There was fury bubbling in his belly, he could feel the fire rising up his sternum as he tried to swallow it down.

‘Where they at, Tommy?’ he grunted, his brother having already been anticipating that this would be Joel’s next move, once he was confident the town was safe.

‘Sent Guillaume and a few of the boys to round ‘em up,’ Tommy said, hoping this would be enough for Joel and knowing it wouldn’t be.

‘Gollum?’ Joel said, almost spitting the name in disdain. ‘That fuckhead’s the reason we in this mess. I bet you my life they were the ones skulkin’ around out there that time I saw the tracks, I bet you anythin’ they been planning this for months and I fuckin’ told Golllum…’

‘Ok, easy, easy,’ Tommy said, raising his hands, watching the heat blooming on his brother’s neck. ‘I know, Joel, but we got a proper process.’

Joel scoffed, rolling his eyes, clenching his fists. He was spitting acid now, the left-over adrenaline mixing with bile and misery. ‘We’re a civilisation, Joel,’ Tommy said, almost pleading with him to see some kind of reason. ‘That means we gotta be civil.’

‘I’ll be real civil with ‘em, brother,’ Joel said, his voice low and heavy and full of venom. ‘F’they behave themselves I might even make it quick.’

‘Joel, enough,’ Tommy said. ‘This ain’t…this is for Town Council-’

‘The HELL IT IS’ Joel bellowed, the people still milling around on the street flinching and glancing back at him. He cleared his throat and lowered his gaze.

‘You can’t cut me outta this, Tommy,’ he said, his turn to plead. ‘S’my family they messin’ with.’

‘All our families they messed with, Joel,’ Tommy said.

‘What you think they been doin’ to Shauna all this time?’ Joel said, and Tommy blanched a little. There wasn’t any evidence, Shauna had always implied more or less that she’d agreed to whatever it was they got up to on the side of cold mountains, but Joel knew how to push Tommy’s buttons, having spent the better half of his little brother’s youth installing them himself.

There was a shout over the hill leading down to the stables, a cry and a string of insults that, even though neither Tommy or Joel could make out the words, were nevertheless unkind.

Tommy pulled on Joel’s arm to try and hold him back, but Joel was already streaming over to the sound, his longer legs striding strong despite his older years, his eyes narrowing. Tommy knew this look. It was the look Joel got when he was ready to do anything to defend what was his. He stumbled after his brother, motioning for Maria in the hope that her cooler head might prevail.

Joel could see Wren being held between two of Guillaume’s men, his shoulder bent at what appeared to be a truly uncomfortable angle.

‘They’ve dislocated my shoulder!’ Wren screamed, looking a little green, Joel thought.

‘That’s the last of your worries,’ Tommy said, catching up to Joel and a little out of breath. ‘Wanna tell us about the mess hall?’

‘What about the mess hall?’ Wren asked, and Joel was ready, in that moment, to rip his dislocated shoulder clean from the rest of his body.

‘You fuckin’ sick piece of shit, going to blow it all up with all those kids in there, all those women. People’s fuckin’ families?’ Joel was aware he was spitting, that his face was red, that he was forcing his finger into Wren’s face, but the shock was wearing off now, and pure blind rage was seeping in where it had left, and he couldn’t stop thinking about pulling Ellie’s charred little body out of the wreckage, trying to figure if it was her by her shoes and her proximity to you.

He was going to vomit if he didn’t stop thinking about it. He steeled himself, let the world spin around his head for a moment longer before he pulled it all back into focus by sheer force of will.

‘You and Steve, you sick fucks, been planning this the whole time? When we fed and clothed ya, gave you fuckin’ jobs!’

‘Joel, easy,’ Tommy said, because he could see that Wren was near tears, that the younger man looked dumbfounded, and that dealing with 200 pounds of Miller in the form of a man-sized fist wasn’t going to get them to a resolution.

‘What are you…’ Wren was asking, but then there were more footsteps, and Steve was being dragged along the street to join the party by another of the patrol, and this time Shauna was trailing behind him, eyes wet and hands wringing in front of her. She moved straight to Maria, who wrapped her up in her arms.

‘Just fuckin’ confess to it so we can get down to the punishment,’ Joel was saying, even as Tommy was trying to pull him back so that the Council could form a proper impromptu trial.

‘We didn’t do fuckin’ nothing,’ Steve said, because he was quicker on the uptake it seemed. ‘Whatever she’s said to you it’s fucking bullshit.’

Joel looked at Shauna, who was starting to sob.

‘They said if I said anything they’d kill me,’ she said, eyes on the ground as Maria practically held her up. ‘They said I had to do it, I had to get the plans, I’m so sorry,’ she said.

Wren was shaking his head at her, panic on his features, but Joel was too far gone to notice or care, too interested instead in punching his features through to the other side of his skull.

‘But I couldn’t let them hurt the kids,’ she stuttered, turning her eyes to Joel now, who held her in his gaze. He could feel some of the fury ebbing away at the sight of her so distraught. Could feel a kind of inevitability settling in over his bones, a sadness and an understanding of what had to be done.

‘You fuckin’ lying whore!’ Steve screamed at her, his neck straining from the force of it. Shauna shuddered and took a step back and Joel found himself moving over to her, taking the other side from Maria to help hold her up, as Shauna transferred to his shoulder and buried her face into his neck.

‘You don’t talk about the women of Jackson that way,’ Tommy was saying as Maria nodded her head. Robert, who had been watching the proceedings and taking it all in, pulled Tommy, Maria and a few of the other Councillors aside.

In the silence, Shauna continued to whimper, reaching up to hold firm to the front of Joel’s shirt. He could feel his heartbeat settling, could feel the ache as he breathed over scorched lungs. ‘I’m so scared, Joel,’ Shauna whispered to him, and he rested his chin on the top of her head.

‘I know, I gotcha,’ he said, as he wrapped both arms around her shivering form. He cast a glance at Wren, who was staring at the ground unable to move with his shoulder sustaining what Joel now saw was likely a bad break, and then at Steve, who was watching Shauna with a cold intensity that set Joel’s teeth on edge.

‘Get your fuckin’ eyes off her,’ he hissed, and Steve, instead, raised his eyes to him.

He started to shake his head, slowly. ‘You cunt-struck fool,’ he said to Joel, almost with pity. If he hadn’t been holding Shauna up, Joel would have knocked him out then and there.

Robert cleared his throat, the conference apparently over.

‘For conspiring against the town of Jackson and its citizens, you are banished,’ he said, simply and quickly. Efficient and without fanfare.

‘That’s it?’ Joel said, sputtering. ‘They could still get back in here, the fuckers know the place like the back of their hands. They’ve got plans.’

Shauna whimpered again a little in his arms. No thanks to you, Joel thought, and then felt bad about it.

Robert continued to address the men. ‘Tomorrow morning you will be taken on horseback to a destination two and a half hours ride from here. You will be dropped off with no supplies or weapons. You will not return. Should you attempt to darken our gates again you will be shot on sight. Do you understand?’

‘Just shoot us now, you fuckin’ cowards,’ Steve said, the fight receding from him so that now he was just sort of swaying in the arms of the men. ‘Don’t just let a clicker do it.’

‘The Town Council’s decision is final. You will be placed in remand until the morning. We will ride out at dawn.’

Robert nodded to his councillors and to Joel and strode off. Joel was angry but he had to admire Robert’s composure. He considered, not for the first time, that Robert was exactly the man for the job he held.

Guillaume and his men dragged Steve and Wren away. Wren was gently weeping, his legs not working so well anymore now that he was almost bent double from the pain. Shauna didn’t lift her head from Joel’s chest to watch them go. She stayed, practically glued to his hip, until Joel had no other choice but to take her home.

--

You’d seen the look on Joel’s face, had ushered Ellie under your arm and away from the crowd before she had to see him rip those two men apart with his teeth. He was furious, like an adder poised to strike, while Tommy stood beside him and tried to keep a level head. Rumours were already swirling about what had happened at the mess hall by the time you turned up your street with Ellie behind you, and you blocked them out. The truth would become apparent whether you got caught up in the eddying flow of it.

Your main concern was just Ellie. You did the only thing you could think to do with a stressed-out teenager in your house: you fed her. Standing at the bench with her peeling potatoes the two of you discussed absolutely nothing at all – what air conditioning used to feel like, how loud planes were in the sky, what it was like to go to the mall and spend the whole afternoon just looking at clothes – knowing that Joel would come for her.

After a long silence, while you lay the potato slices down in a pan and poured cheese over the top to bake, Ellie finally spoke.

‘Was he a bad man?’ she asked you, and you sighed.

‘I don’t know, I didn’t know him all that well.’

Ellie looked at you sharply, surprise on her features.

‘What do you mean? You’ve spent nearly every day with us.’

You felt the thud of realisation in your chest. Joel. Was Joel a bad man.

‘Ellie, why do you ask that?’ you questioned, but she turned away from you, her shoulders rounding over. You watched as she tugged on her long sleeves, even in the heat of the kitchen.

‘He gets that look…’ she said, and you found yourself nodding.

‘He would never hurt you, or people he cared about. That looked to me like a man fighting to keep his family safe.’

‘Which family?’ she asked. You put the tray gently on the bench, to take a moment, to steady yourself.

‘Ellie…’ you started, but there was the sound of the front door opening, and heavy footfalls in the hall. Ellie was already moving towards him.

‘Ellie!’ he was calling, booming into the quiet of your house.

‘In here!’ she called back, and they met in the doorway, nearly toppling over with the force in which they collided into each other, Joel holding her fast to his chest.

‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’ he was saying, and she was shaking her head. He pulled her away from him, cradling her head in both of his hands as he studied her, from her scalp to her toes. ‘Nothin’? Nothin’?’ he asked again, and she stilled in his hands.

‘What was that, Joel?’ she asked, and you watched as his eyes slid closed, pulling her into his body again.

‘Nothin’ babygirl, it was nothin’.’ He muttered.

You swallowed harshly, something thick and hot in your throat suddenly making it hard to breathe. He finally noticed you, his brown eyes snapping to yours as you watched him cradle his daughter.

‘You alright?’ he asked you, genuine concern written over his face.

You nodded. ‘We did just fine,’ you said, quietly, but he shook his head in response.

‘No, you,’ he clarified. You weren’t sure if you were alright, actually. Weren’t sure if you could instruct every cell in your body to stop screaming for him to reach out for you, grasp your wrist so gentle in his hand and pull you into his chest to stand by Ellie, your nose tucked in under his jaw and feeling the heat of his pulse there on your skin.

You exhaled, slowly, steeled yourself. It hadn’t been anything, and it wouldn’t be. You nodded your head at him, not trusting your own voice under the strain of the moment.

He seemed satisfied, his eyes gently closing again as Ellie wriggled out from under his arms, straightening her shirt and wiping her eyes with her sleeve, trying to hide it by turning away from you both.

‘What’s gonna happen to them?’ she asked, and he sighed.

‘They’re gettin’ kicked out,’ he said, and you watched the anger bloom over her face.

‘That’s it?’ she asked, her voice rising as she worked herself up. ‘That’s bullshit! They nearly killed like 50 people!’

‘Easy,’ Joel said, raising his hands. You watched as his brows saddled.

‘Ellie, come help me set the table,’ you said, trying to divert her. She was still caught up in the indignation of it, though, like all teenagers when faced with an injustice.

‘That’s crap though, they shouldn’t be allowed to live!’

It jarred you for a second, a teenager calling for the death penalty, and you wondered for the first time in a while what the world had become. Such that it was, such that it would ever be again.

‘Enough,’ Joel said, quiet but deadly, and Ellie jutted out her lower lip, but stopped. You could see a well-worn dynamic playing out in front of you. You felt out of place in the middle of it.

‘We oughta get goin’,’ he said to her, and he looked exhausted all of a sudden, far older than his years.

‘We made dinner,’ Ellie said, angry and pouty still.

‘I won’t eat all this, I can bring some around,’ you offered, and realised you had already betrayed her, that you were supposed to campaign for them to stay. You faltered, looking between her and Joel. Did you want them to stay? Was it a good idea? To even offer? ‘Unless you…’

‘We’ve imposed enough on Teach tonight,’ Joel said, not looking at you, and you felt the sting of the rejection even though you had been expecting it, had been reminding yourself not to hope for any different.

Ellie stomped down the hall, and you heard your door swing open so hard you wouldn’t have been surprised if she wrenched it free. Joel looked at his feet, his eyes only ever flitting in your direction, his face pink.

‘You doin’ alright?’ he asked.

‘Nothing for you to feel guilty about, Joel,’ you said, quickly, and he sighed. You watched him flex his fingers once, twice, on his left hand. He pulled it up to his chest and rested it over his heart.

‘-nk you for still seein’ her,’ he said, and you shrugged.

‘I care about her, Joel. More than I care about you. Or me.’

He nodded. He knew it was true, he had always known it, and he knew he had used it against you when it suited him, when it meant he could wonder closer to you, when he could feel the heat of you gentle on his skin.

‘M’sorry…’ he started, but Ellie was calling for him from the front porch.

‘We goin’ old man OR WHAT?’ she yelled. You hid a little smirk, which Joel returned. Suddenly you were both shy, but some of the weight had shifted. You stood firmer on your two feet.

‘G’bye Joel,’ you said. ‘I can bring some of this around if you need me to…’

‘Shauna’s cookin’,’ he said, without thinking, and then suddenly thinking too much when he looked up and saw the look of shock pass over your face.

‘Oh…’ you said.

‘She ain’t good at it…’ he tried, to see if he could get the lightness back, to see if he could get you to smile. He could get through it if he just got you to smile.

You felt yourself falter. You hated it, hated the feeling and yourself for letting yourself feel it, for putting yourself in the position to.

Joel stared at you, helpless and deflating. The back of his neck ached from tension, his hands still tremoring from the adrenaline, from the fury.

‘Y’know you’re welcome over anytime,’ he said, because you were suddenly so still, your breath so light he could barely see your chest rise and fall, and he hated the idea of you over here alone, hated the idea of you missing your family, your friends, Ellie and maybe even him a little bit, if he still deserved it. He coughed, clearing his throat, trying hard to ignore the sound of Ellie pacing on your front porch. ‘I know I don’t deserve any more of your time, and I ain’t askin’ for it, I just…’

You watched as he seemed unable to decide what to do with his hands, digging them into his pockets, pulling them out again to rest on his hips, crossing them over his chest. You watched his hands because it was easier than looking at his face, easier than having to look him in the eyes while he actively, outwardly pitied you.

‘You know I had a life here before you got here, Joel,’ you said, your voice clear and unwavering. ‘You know I was here a long while before you? Don’t look at me some lost little puppy now that you’ve decided not to play with me anymore. I have a job and…friends and…enough memories of a family that loved me to fuel me ‘til my last sunset. I miss them and I love them but I’m not sad, Joel.’

You lifted the pan of potatoes and slammed them, a little more forcefully than you intended, into the oven. ‘Go home to Shauna, whatever she’s cooked up for you. You do what you need to do, Joel.’

He cared about you, he knew it then by the way he wanted to wrap you in his arms and kiss you until dawn even while you told him off. By the way he would let you yell at him every minute for the rest of his days if it just meant you were talking to him, if it meant you got firey and animated and more yourself.

He knew you were shooing him away. And he would go, in just a minute. ‘I ain’t sorry for it,’ he said, when you looked like you might have been ready to listen. ‘M’sorry for how I treated ya, for how I reacted when…everything changed. But I ain’t sorry for kissin’ ya, and I ain’t sorry for that…’ he gestured to the couch over his shoulder, and you resolutely didn’t look where he was pointing. ‘I’d do that every day of the week, sweet girl, if it weren’t for how things are…and if I thought for any second y’might let me.’

He came forward and you stood, hypnotised, unable to step back even as he lifted his hands and cradled your head in them, just as he had minutes ago with Ellie, just as you had wished, quietly, and only so that Rose could hear, that he would hold you the same.

‘I regret nothin’ about you, only how I handled it, and for that I’ll be sorry for the rest of my time.’ He stared into your eyes, not wavering until he could see that you had understood, that you had heard him. You felt tears threatening, and you were so fucking sick of crying over this man, but right then you wanted him to kiss you even though you knew, for all the heat of his gaze, he was really saying he never would again.

‘Enough now…’ you said, taking his hands from your face and settling them back down at his sides. He nodded.

‘I know, baby,’ he said, quiet as he leant forward anyway and rested his forehead on yours. ‘Enough,’ he agreed, his words mingling with the hot tears on your cheeks.

--

Joel stood next to Robert, Tommy and Billy at the gate. He watched, closely, as Steve and Wren were dragged into their saddles, their arms still tied behind their backs. Wren had gone eerily quiet, apparently having passed out in the night from the pain, and he looked sweaty and pale now. Joel knew that sending him beyond the gates in this state was a death sentence, but he was finding it hard to care. His mind kept turning time back to the moment Shauna’s words hit him – mess hall, gas line – and the way he had immediately thought of Ellie, and of you. He would kill these two men a thousand times over if it meant he never had to feel that again. He was getting too old for it. He couldn’t bear a new way to fail his girls.

Not his girls.

Shauna had stayed, tucked up in his bed while Joel offered to take the couch, and he rubbed at the crick in his neck now as a result. There wasn’t fanfare, just the creak of the opening gates as Guillaume and his men rounded on them.

‘Follow the river, two-three hours West, there’s some mountain ranges, some rapids. They won’t get back,’ Billy instructed, and Guillaume nodded. Steve glared at Joel from the saddle. He stared, impassively, back.

‘Town’s a shithole anyway,’ Steve said, and Joel grinned at him.

‘Yeah, but this shithole still ain’t yours,’ he replied, because he couldn’t help himself.

The horses took off, Billy pulling the gate closed behind them. Joel stood watch until the sound of the hooves ebbed away.

Robert tipped his hat to the brothers. Tommy turned back towards the stables, and Joel followed on his heels.

‘Thank God that’s over,’ Joel said, and Tommy clicked his jaw a little. ‘What?’ he asked.

‘Don’t feel right,’ Tommy said, without elaborating. Joel felt the urge to roll his eyes, his emerging need to believe it was dealt with for a moment overpowering him, before he remembered Tommy had never dismissed him even when he came, panic stricken, believing there to be monsters beyond the gate.

‘Tell me,’ he said, and Tommy sighed.

‘The look on Wren’s face…’ Tommy started, and Joel interrupted almost immediately.

‘They were guilty as sin, course he looked…’

‘Were they, Joel? We didn’t exactly investigate. He looked…surprised? I don’t know, confused?’

‘He thought he’d done such a good job of stitchin’ up Shauna he never figured she’d tell…’ Joel reasoned. ‘He was surprised because she said somethin’, is all.’

‘He seem like the scheming sort, Joel? The kind of fuckin…mastermind…’

Joel thought back to Wren, the way he was quiet and liked tending the animals, the way he was kind of reedy, kind of skinny, in a way that was more than just about starving half to death on the side of a mountain and somewhat genetic, somewhat constitutional.

‘Steve, though…’

‘Yeah, Steve,’ Tommy agreed.

‘Nasty fucker.’

‘Mmm.’

The two brothers fell into step, and then into silence.

‘Don’t see why she’d throw ‘em under the bus, she ain’t like that.’ Joel said, answering his brother’s unspoken question.

Tommy looked up at his big brother, at the way Joel’s eyes were narrow, resolute, in the early morning light.

‘You’re probably right, it was just the heat of the moment, I guess,’ Tommy said. ‘So much happenin’ at once.’

Joel nodded at him, satisfied. They arrived at the stables, Tommy reaching for a pitchfork and handing it, without ceremony, to Joel.

‘Whatchu doin’ with that, brother?’ Joel asked, refusing to take what was offered to him.

‘Muck out,’ Tommy said, nodding at the stable floor. Joel backed away, his hands in the air.

‘No, sir, that ain’t my job.’

‘Ain’t mine either but we got our best men out there right now, who else is gonna do it?’

Wren would have done it, Joel thought. Wren probably had been doing it, quietly, for weeks.

‘C’mon big man, you ain’t afraid of dirt,’ Tommy said, goading his brother with the absolute certainty that it would work.

‘Ain’t the dirt I’m worried about,’ he said, but he was grinning now, and Tommy was grinning back at him. He reached over and took the pitchfork.

It had been a while since he’d done this kind of honest, grunt work, Joel thought. There was a kind of poetry in it. Maybe all this time things were just leading to the eventual inevitability that he would have to shovel shit.

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[ghxstyfae]

Rafe Cameron x Puppygirl ♡ Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw, 24/7 power exchange, dom/sub dynamics, rafe may be seen as toxique, consenual somnophilia, breeding kink, pet play, puppy play, fluff, drug use, Puppy has adhd

Taglist: @sunflowerleii @itzdarling

Rafe absolutely adores his puppy

Shes the sweetest, most energetic little ball of sunshine.

Puppy could probably have anyone on the planet with her magnetic personality, but she loves no one but him ♡

He never thought he'd be interested in a very clingy gf but he LOVES how shes always sitting on his lap or attached to him like a koala

He definitely keeps a cage like this or this in his bedroom just for her ♡

Of course Puppy bites him all the time, but consider this: he also bites her. His teeth dig into the back of her neck and she just goes limp in his arms <3 he does this whenver hes misbehaving but also when shes anxious or jittery

Leaving puppy alone when he goes to work is criminal negligence (in her eyes) so *IF POSSIBLE* if hes working at a desk, she'll sit underneath it, or even just in his car for a couple hours💀

He keeps her favourite candies in his pocket and literally gives them to her like treats (scooby snacks and lindt chocolates)

Clicker training!!!! Everytime he makes her cum, or does something that he knows makes her stimmy happy, he'll start pressing his lil clicker😣

"You're too dumb to do that today, silly puppy" as he bends down to tie her shoes for her

Of course he doesnt let her keep a job (not that she really wants one!) Being his good puppy is perfect enough

Collars<3 if shes comfortable having an actual pet collar then he'd 100% want one, but would prob only let her wear it at home or going to safe places.

If shes not into those, then something more discrete, like this.

Head rubs/pats, back rubs, belly rubs

Of course puppy girl is always horny, he once found her *desperately* humping a pillow while he was sleeping right beside him, since then hes told her the only things shes allowed to grind against w/o permission is his leg

And Puppy highkey takes full advantage of that. While hes working, sleeping, etc

They also both have breeding kinks and its so unsafe🤭 its actually a wonder she doesnt have pups yet tbh

Back to biting, Puppy has a huge oral fixation, and Rafe is her perfect target ♡ he's constantly covered in bite marks (literally him) basically a chewtoy for her

Of course Puppy gets zoomies once in awhile, but Rafe'll usually just fuck the extra energy out of her <3

Puppy is veryy curious about everything

She always wants to be involved in Rafes business, and at first he thought he'd bring her along once just to scare her out of begging again. She now wont let him leave the house without her

It didnt scare her, quite the opposite in fact it intrigued her. Shes loyal to him, regardless of weather hes in the wrong or not

When she first asked to try a bump he laughed his ass off. Not because he thought she couldn't handle it, but she was already a ball of energy without it, no way in hell was he getting her high and adding to that

She did however pout enough to make him agree for her to atleast try pot

If she enjoys it, itll become a very common thing, especially because of all her extra energy all the time

Puppy Loves how casually dominant Rafe is.

He orders for her when she cant decide what she wants (choosing what she wants!) There was probably even a time where some waitstaff commented on how she could make her own choices that made Puppy litterally LOL

He also helps to remind her to do things that slip her mind sometimes like wating breakfast, taking any medications, doing her skincare, finishing homework, etc

He wont lie, shes definitely strange (she once asked to hold his weiner while he pissed💀) but he loves it.

Its almost toxic because he knows thats she will always see him in the best light no matter what he does. He would never knowingly lead her astray, but she doesnt know that and still blindly follow his every word.

Thats not to say shes not bratty once in awhile

Her periods become an incredibly prickly time, full of many moodswings and "i dont want anyone to touch me" (followed by crying over the fact that hes not cuddling her)

One time he made a joke saying he wouldn't go buy her snacks because "puppies cant have chocolate" 🙄 hes an idiot.

He adores teasing her because shes just so reactive, she squirms and blushes or yells at him and cries. He'll never stop obsessing over her tears

[doberbutts]

Hi Jaz! I’m picking up my first ever puppy (not first dog; he’s a 9wo Poodle) on Sunday and I am losing my mind preparing and planning. Like I have ideas and goals but don’t want to overwhelm him but also want to start socializing and training as soon as I can. What do you do the first day/week with your puppies to best set them up?

While it's good to have a plan, I think the best thing you can do for your new puppy is remember that he is a puppy! He's just a baby, there's no rush at all. I have been deliberately taking things slow with Fenris and he continues to amaze me with his progress.

Honestly with Fenris the things I focused on were;

1: training basics. Not positions or anything but teaching him what the clicker means, how to interact with food in an active and positive manner, toy skills, following food for the lure, offering behaviors for good, that it's okay to guess and even be wrong sometimes, how to interact with training tools like wobble boards and paw targets, things like that. I really didn't name anything except

2: RECALL. Emergency recall, casual recall, recall and release, holy God teach your dog to come back to you asap and reward the shit out of that behavior every time

3: trades for outs. I didn't name it, I never punished for picking up forbidden objects unless they were uniquely dangerous like a dropped knife, but the concept of "spit that out and I will give you a thing" was introduced the second he picked something up in my house.

4: leash skills on walks

5: exposure, socialization, and existing in public. Fenris already was a pretty strong puppy in his environmentals but I've had plenty of dogs that needed lots and lots of help with this and I think it's a good idea even if your puppy is already pretty okay with this because it will help you get through whatever fear period you get much faster. We went everywhere and interacted with everything that's dog friendly (within limits- high risk areas we skipped like the dog park, and we avoided high dog traffic places until he was fully vaccinated, so we went into fabric stores instead of pet stores etc). I really like sitting outside of grocery stores and going to public parks and playgrounds for this because your puppy will see a lot of diversity in human behavior this way and will learn that we're a bunch of mostly harmless bald apes instead of The Most Dangerous Demon Ever. I also have my dog touch, sniff, or otherwise interact with various objects- again playgrounds are great for this because there's a variety of surfaces and movements to show them that it's really find and the trash can is not a diabolical monster out to gobble you up.

[cubffections]

Saw ur dog trainning post!! I come baring tips! (Or well. One rather deeply explained tip plus one lmao)

A good place to start is the clicker + treat system! It’s fairly simple and works well esp if your dog is food/treat driven! It can be modified a bit depending on ur dog’s personality but generally it’s best to go in order of command -> click -> treat. An important thing w/this style of training is making sure to wait until the command has been correctly performed before giving the treat and using the click right away as the action is performed to help w/association.

Another tip is to use “Yes!” Or “Yes, good!” Rather than “good boy/girl” for affirmation of the performed command, as “good boy/girl” is used so often in general with dogs it can cause confusion sometimes in the early training stages. ALSO!!! Always have a hand gesture to go with the verbal command, that way if you can’t verbalize it your buddy will still know what to do! (Ex; I use a closed hand w/one finger pointed down for my pup’s non-verbal sit command, while I use a flat palm to pat against my chest as the non-verbal heel command, etc. The gestures can really be anything you want (though i do find i get better results w/a gesture similar to the command) so long as the gestures are all distinct from one another.)

Now idk if you want house training tips and i admittedly don’t have many of those, i will say however it’s important to get a cleaner especially made to break down animal urine enzymes all the same. If pup has accidents in/makes it a point to use the same spot every time indoors it’s most likely bc the scent is still there as normal household cleaners only break down the enzymes and scent enough for our noses not to find it, pup’s nose however can still smell their last wee there and that + the cleaner smell makes their brains tend to go “something smells off here, let’s fix that!” which results in the whole “goes potty in the exact same spot every time” routine they can get into sometimes 😭

dear nonnie u r a LIFESAVER !!:!:!: oh my gosh kissing your cheeks ten million times !! thank u thank u thank u ♥︎ these r all so perfect, currently savin' them to my notes ฅ(՞៸៸> ᗜ < ៸៸՞)ฅ

[actualbird]

regarding puppy luke in the Actualbird Cinematic Universe™️ …

MC/Rosa - Discipline

Marius - trying out puppy play/rewarding

Vyn - clicker training

If you ever write puppy Luke and Artem i think a neat idea would be fetch!! Like Luke’s gotta fetch all the props/stuff for their play session (from… a toy box…) and artem gets to sit back and watch bc wow, what a view right? that’s just my incoherent ramblings 🌚

But a related question for you, how do you think luke even realised he has this kink?

irt this idea i had about vyn clicker training luke for puppy play sexytimes

"the Actualbird Cinematic Universe™️" JVSKJFHSDFHJVJ!!!! anyhoo, i love your arteluke idea SO MUCH, i might incorporate that into whatever my luketem fic for this series will be because now i will take this time to shamelessly promo my luke puppy play fic series, with the fics that currently exist and the ones im planning on writing in the future

series on ao3: "do you need a dog, he can bark (luke puppy play extravaganza)"

mariluke (trying out puppy play and rewarding, my Very First luke puppy play fic): "sit, stay, (obey)"

lukerosa (discipline, she puts him in a muzzle): "learn to behave"

vynluke (The Clicker Training Idea): no fic yet! but god i wanna write it

mariluke again because i love them (M rated nonsexual BDSM fic where marius and luke just shop around for puppy play gear because marius wants to get luke the Best toys and puppy ears and tail plug, the BEST that money can buy, and then when luke tries it on he goes so dazed in subspace that he just falls asleep with marius petting him and it's great): no fic yet! but god i wanna write it

arteluke (I LOVE UR IDEA I MIGHT ADD IT IN SOMEHOW WITH MY PRIOR IDEA where training again but artem makes luke kneel at his feet sinking down on a dildo while artem works and when artem works he ACTUALLY WORKS and luke gets so impatient and pouty and wanting the real thing that artem eventually relents): no fic yet etc etc

ALL TOGETHER NOW? (i dont have an idea for this yet but i do want luke the goodest puppy serving the entire team all at once...)

NOW FOR UR QUESTION!!! (sorry it took me a while to get here JHVSJKDFHSD)

i actually think luke has enough self awareness to at least know that hes got an...obedience kink, praise kink, serving people kink, and all that. like he knows hes into that, thanks to porn and his Imagination and then thanks to experiences once he gets with the nxx polycule. but he only puts all those kinks together with the label "PUPPY PLAY" probably when marius jokingly starts calling him puppy as a nickname

and luke

likes it

wAYYYY TOO MUCH

in a VERY MUCH NOT INNOCENT WAY

basically

marius, teasing: youre such a puppy sometimes!

luke, genuine: am......i a good puppy? 🥺

marius: uh. yes? hey is there something you wanna tell me or

luke: yeah, can i suck you off right now, im really horny all of a sudden for some reason

marius: I THINK I KNOW THE REASON BUT IT CAN WAIT AFTER THE BLOWJOB

and then luke researches about puppy play kink stuff and suitably informs the polycule and they all start experimenting with it because theyre all very much into it too, bless

[pavlovsbimbo]

hot or not?

Given your blog's name, do you have an opinion on clickers? As I understand it, dom(me)s condition their subs to respond to the *click* of a clicker. Either as an alternative signal to snapping their fingers, or 🙄 because they can't snap.

If it could only be a trigger for a single conditioned response, what would be hottest? Getting hornier every time you hear the *click*? Mindlessly obeying the command you've just been given at a simple *click*? Something else?

My answer is ... INCREDIBLY HOT!

Okay so here's the best part about clicker training: it's involuntary. I LOVE the idea of having my body associate a clicker or a sound or something with a state and then being unable to help myself.

Like, let's say we took something that's not necessarily hot, like eye contact. If a dominant clicked a clicker every time I made eye contact, to the point where I would involuntarily look for their eyes when I heard the click later - I would get just incredibly horny just from my own reaction.

Now, you layer that on top of something I already find hot like submission or blowjobs or obedience or edging or kneeling and it gets even better. Maybe there's a song that plays when I give a blowjob or edge or when we have sex, and then when the conditioning is deep enough, it plays and my mouth drops open and I start to drool, or my hand moves on it's own to start rubbing, or I just get so incredibly horny that I can't help but grind against something.

That's even better, right, I'm so turned on just writing this post right now. So then, you layer on hypnosis, mind control, mindless obedience, altered personas; this is the part where the kink and horror mix in a hot way. Get my mind to associate the feeling of being an empty headed bimbo with like - a totes limited vocab..u .. uh words stuff, with uhm, rubbing my mind away and giggling, and like blowjobs with like trance states and stuff - and you could possibly just make me a conditioned bimbo toy forever. And the fun and scary bit is where the kink and horror blend together. It's so hot to imagine losing myself. I simultaneously want it, and I'm terrified of it. Which is also why bimbo kink is such a thing for me because I need to be smart for work, I need to be responsible for my family, I need to be a professional who keeps track of everything - and a bimbo is none of those things. Imagine if I could just be pretty, just be a cock ornament, a brainless bauble who exists to fuck. It'd be a destruction of everything I am, and it would be IMPOSSIBLY erotic and terrifying at the same time.

[cassandrasimplex]

Kurgan had a vet checkup today, two weeks after he scared me into taking him to kitty ER thinking we had a life-or-death emergency and then to his usual vet as soon as they had time to verify that he was definitely not dying, just a little stressed out.

He's absolutely tip-top now, except for having lost a whole pound in two weeks because he haaaaates the canned prescription diet they put him on for struvite crystals. I think if we're trying to reduce his stress, taking away all his treats -- which also takes away the interactive time we spend training, because he's not interested in doing tricks for clicks and Pavlov be damned -- is the wrong way to go about it. Worse, they didn't have any Rx kibble, only canned, so he hasn't had his crunchy snacks in two weeks, either.

(He mainly gets wet food to keep him better hydrated, but I leave a dispenser next to it that shoots out a tiny serving of kibble every few hours just so he's never hungry between meals. He had a little food insecurity as a kitten and it's been a huge help for him to know that he can eat even if I'm not around to refill his bowl; otherwise, if I leave the house, he'll just not eat until I get back. Not even if someone else comes over to feed him while I'm away. Not even if he's boarded at the vet and they top up his food every couple of hours and he knows there's someone he recognizes there around the clock. He thinks that if he can't see me, personally, the meal in his bowl might be the last he ever gets, so he saves it. It's killing me to worry that we're moving backwards on that anxiety now.)

And he's allowed no human food -- no food of any kind that isn't prescription urinary diet -- so no more shared pouches of tuna. We eat low sodium tuna in water; I get a spoonful, then I put a spoonful on a plate for him or transfer it to another spoon to hand feed him, and we take turns until the tuna is gone. (It's extraordinarily bland and I already don't like tuna all that much. I really love my cat.) That's our biweekly dinner-as-a-family ritual taken from him, too. He can't even have his one-drop taste of the safest bit of whatever I'm eating, which is how we share meals symbolically when it's not Tuna Time.

He's a very communicative little guy who expects that once he gets my attention, I'll do my best to figure out what he's asking for. I'm not saying he's so spoiled he always gets what he asks for, but (he is spoiled and) I do definitely try to give him what he wants if it's safe, healthy, and appropriate, and redirect him to something else that serves the need I understand he's expressing if it's not. So watching him try harder and harder to express "I would like training time the usual way, with rewards" and "I would like my treat after my pills" and "I would like my crunchies bowl refilled" and "I would like family dinner time" is breaking my heart. He has so much faith in me that the only way he knows how to interpret me not giving him what he asks for is to assume I didn't understand and ask harder.

(How does a cat express "I would like training the usual way, with rewards"? By batting the clicker out of my hand, swatting it across the room, and gnawing on the top of the treats canister while sustaining eye contact. He can be incredibly specific!)

Near the start of the pandemic, locked in with nobody but my cat, I started teaching him a little bit of modified ASL. Look, we all had our weird little projects. Some people got really into sourdough bread; I tried to teach my cat sign language. Anyway. The sign I taught him for "food/eat" is a scooping motion that ends at the mouth. It's kind of like the start of the sign for "learn", where you're picking something up, but using the whole hand like a paw, instead of fingers and thumb, and the hand goes to the mouth, for "food", instead of the forehead. I thought since this is a gesture cats already make naturally -- watch one pick up kibble or water from a bowl and bring it to their mouth this way -- it would be easier for him than trying to just tap his mouth, and the bigger gesture is easier to identify.

Well, he did learn it... sort of. Now when his food bowl is empty or contains the wrong kind of food for his current mood, he walks up to me, scoops gently at the bed/table/floor, and taps my mouth. If he can't reach my face, he'll tug my hair until I lean close enough to perform this sign on.

I've got a bunch of tiny scratches healing around my lips now, because thanks to a genetic glitch, most of his claws don't retract. He's usually meticulously careful with them, such a little gentleman, but he's been getting impatient lately because his distractible human seems to have forgotten the signal I was the one to teach him in the first place.

He's also, heartbreakingly, invented a new sign for us. I often boop his nose when I'm giving him a treat outside clicker training time -- in other words, when he's getting a treat just for being so damn cute. So now he is trying to teach me that booping my nose means he would like a treat, please.

Before you think I'm reading too much into that, he was going over to the treat canister, scratching at it so the sound would get my attention, staring into my soul for a couple seconds, walking up to boop my nose, then walking back over to scratch at the treat canister and soulgaze again. He's very good at making his meaning clear.

Friends sometimes ask me if I've considered getting him those talking buttons and I just laugh inside. He already talks. I just have to listen right.

After today, although he's still not cleared for anything that isn't the prescription diet, he can have specific dry food again. The vet did have prescription kibble on hand this trip, and since he's done with the rinsing-his-kidneys project, it's not as crucial to absolutely force him to hydrate. So he has crunchies back, even though they're not his favorite (or his second, third, or fourth favorite) and there's a little more peace around here tonight.

Anyway, since That Damn Post blew up, everything else I post is getting like 5x more attention and my followers have doubled, so I thought this would serve as a good sign of what you're getting yourself into. More than half of my posts that aren't just reblogs are long, detailed text posts about how much I love my cat sprinkled with extremely average photos I'm inordinately proud of. I usually forget to insert a read-more break. You have been appropriately warned.

Bonus find-the-cat pic from the vet's office:

He's very silly. He feels more secure if he hides, but then after a few minutes he has to get me back in his line of sight to feel comfortable again, so he sort of slowly oscillates in and out of hiding.

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Cat Training 101: 5 Fun Hacks for Smarter, Happier Felines

They may seem independent, but cats are surprisingly intelligent creatures! Unlike their canine counterparts, cat training often gets a reputation for being difficult or impossible. But with the right approach, you can unlock your feline friend's potential and create a stronger bond in the process.

This guide explores five fun and effective cat training hacks that utilize positive reinforcement to teach good behavior, strengthen your connection, and even make learning a game!

Many pet owners associate clicker training with dogs, but it's a fantastic tool for cats as well. A clicker is a small handheld device that makes a distinct clicking sound. By consistently pairing the click with a reward (like a treat or praise) immediately after your cat exhibits a desired behavior, you create a positive association. This association strengthens the behavior and makes it more likely your cat will repeat it in the future.

Getting Started with Clicker Training:

Load Up on Treats: Find small, high-value treats your cat loves.

Charge the Clicker: Pair the click with a treat several times so your cat associates the sound with something positive.

Start Simple: Begin with an easy behavior, like sitting. When your cat sits naturally, click and reward immediately. Gradually introduce a verbal cue like "sit" before the click.

Patience is Key: Short, frequent training sessions are best for cats. Keep them engaged and end on a positive note.

Cats are natural-born hunters, and target training taps into that instinct. This method uses a target stick with a toy or treat attached to lure your cat to touch it with their paw. Click and reward the touch, gradually increasing the difficulty by moving the target in different directions. Target training is a great way to teach tricks, provide mental stimulation, and strengthen the bond with your cat.

Treat Time! Positive Reinforcement with Yummy Rewards

Positive reinforcement with treats is a cornerstone of effective cat training. The key is to reward your cat immediately after they exhibit the desired behavior. This creates a positive association and encourages them to repeat the action.

Treat Training Tips:

Small Rewards are Key: Use tiny, bite-sized treats to avoid overfeeding.

Variety is the Spice of Life: Rotate treats to keep your cat engaged.

Be Consistent: Always reward the desired behavior for successful training.

Having a designated bed provides your cat with a safe and secure space to relax. Here's how to train your cat to use their own bed:

Make it Inviting: Choose a comfortable bed in a quiet location.

Lure with Treats: Place treats inside the bed to entice your cat to explore.

Positive Reinforcement: Reward your cat with praise or treats when they enter the bed.

Patience is Key: Training may take time, consistency is crucial.

Building a Stronger Bond: The Power of Positive Reinforcement

Positive reinforcement training goes beyond just teaching tricks. It fosters a trusting and happy relationship with your cat. By rewarding good behavior, you create a positive association with you and encourage a more well-behaved feline friend.

Ready to Get Started?

These five fun and effective training hacks are just the beginning! With patience, positive reinforcement, and a little creativity, you can unlock your cat's intelligence, strengthen your bond, and create a happier household for everyone.

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The Best Guide on How to train your Pets

Introduction

In spite of the fact that having a pet gives extraordinary joy and company, it likewise involves liabilities. Preparing is one of the main pieces of being a pet parent. Preparing is fundamental for a cheerful and amicable association with your pet, whether or not you have an energetic pup, a curious little cat, or a chatting bird. We'll jump into the craft of pet preparation in this broad aide, covering all that from fathoming your pet's way of behaving to state of the art preparation strategies.

Understanding Pets behavior

Perceive your pet's intrinsic impulses and ways of behaving prior to starting any preparation. Felines are more independent than canines, who are load creatures with a requirement for ordered progression. You might change the manner in which you exercise by monitoring these normal characteristics.

Setting training goals

Since each pet is unique, laying out sensible preparation targets that consider your pet's aptitudes and personality is significant. Defining explicit objectives for your parrot preparing will assist you with accomplishing your objectives, whether they need to lessen unreasonable woofing or show it another stunt.

Basic Training techniques

Successful pet preparation depends on encouraging feedback. Treats or commendation for wanted ways of behaving advance reiteration, yet constancy and persistence are vital for progress. Utilizing essential orders, for example, "sit" and "remain" assists you and your pet with imparting.

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House Training

Laying out a daily practice and offering your doggy a lot of chances for latrine breaks are fundamental parts of house preparation, particularly for little guys. Despite the fact that mishaps are inescapable, keep up your relentless work to cultivate positive propensities.

Leash Training

It requires investment and industriousness to help your pet to stroll on a rope. Start inside, present the rope step by step, and give your pet a treat when they stroll behind you without hauling. Your pet will ultimately figure out how to appreciate strolls without being pulled.

Socialization

To keep away from nervousness and antagonism toward outsiders or creatures, socialization is fundamental. From early on, open your pet to various settings and social circumstances to cultivate positive encounters and lift confidence.

Obedience Training

“Sit,” “remain,” and “come” are essential submission signs that assist with making a polite pet. To show your pet these orders and make instructional courses a good time for both of you, utilize encouraging feedback systems.

Behavioral Issues

It requires investment and empathy to manage conduct issues like exorbitant yapping or horrendous biting. Decide the fundamental explanation of the way of behaving, then apply the legitimate preparation strategies or on the other hand, if needed, look for proficient assistance.

Training tools and Resources

Preparing gadgets, clickers, and tackles can further develop the preparation interaction. Animal people needing help can likewise benefit significantly from the exhortation and backing given by master mentors and web assets.

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Training Different types of Pets

Each pet species has different preparation needs. Adjust your procedure to the types of your pet, considering things like level of intelligence, energy levels, and inborn propensities.

Advanced Training Techniques

Consider showing your pet agreeable deceives or modern ways of behaving whenever they have learned fundamental headings. To assist your pet with acquiring new abilities and work on your relationship, make instructional meetings fascinating and participatory.

Maintaining Training Consistency

The key to long haul outcome in pet preparation is consistency. Remember practice for your ordinary exercises and practice persistence when you experience obstructions. To keep up with inspiration for both you and your pet, recognize and celebrate achievements.

Conclusion

Through understanding their direct, foundation of exact targets, and utilization of uplifting feedback strategies, you can shape your pet into a polite companion. Review that preparing is a nonstop cycle that calls for adoration, tolerance, and consistency.

FAQs

How long does it take to train a pet?

The age, breed, and demeanor of the pet all influence what amount of time preparation requires. While certain ways of behaving can be gotten rapidly, others require more exertion and tolerance.

What if my pet doesn’t respond to training?

On the off chance that your pet doesn't appear to be answering preparation, survey your technique and ponder finding support from an expert. A particular methodology or perspective can once in a while have a major effect.

Can older pets be trained?

It is feasible to prepare a more seasoned pet, though it could require more exertion and resistance than preparing a more youthful one. More established pets are equipped for learning new orders and ways of behaving assuming they are focused on the cycle.

Is Punishment an effective training method?

The strength of your pet might experience the ill effects of discipline based preparing procedures, which can likewise cause dread or aggression. As a general rule, uplifting feedback is a more productive and circumspect technique for guidance.

Should I train my pet myself or hire a professional?

The requirements of your pet and your degree of trust in your preparation abilities will decide this. Indeed, even while a ton of pet people effectively train their creatures at home, for additional muddled issues, proficient coaches can offer information and heading.

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| TTTE AU FIC | Duncan |

It was night out, just a normaly ash-fog filled night. Though, only one thing was off, Duncan was angry again, and if you know what an angry train means, it means they go feral, and feral trains, are the worst to deal with.

The other Narrow Guage engines were resting in the shed, but all of them were more or less awake. All worried about Duncan since he ran off. Rusty was the most worried of him out of them all.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Rusty asked them, it was always the same asnwer everytime.

"I'm not sure.."

After the third time Rusty had asked that question, Zander had just arrived on his motorbike to check up on them. He and the Narrow Guage engines had a bond that most humans couldn't replicate with an engine, you could best explian it in a way by comparing it to Owen Grady and his Raptors from Jurassic World. So Zander often checkup on them, since he did care about them as if they were his family.

"Hey everyone!" He spoke when he hopped off his bike.

"Zander!" Rheneas replied, getting up from his spot. Smiling at the arrivial of his friend.

"Where's Duncan?"

"He ran off-" Peter sam replied to Zanders question.

"He was angry about something- he didn't tell us and next thing we knew he tried to bite Sir Handel and then he ran off-" Skarloey continued.

"Right.. you all wait here. I'll go get him." Zander replied, he ran to his bike and started it up. He had a feeling Duncan would've ran near the quarry so thats where he drove to.

When he arrived, his hutch was right. Duncan stood in the middle of the quarry, breathing heavily. His breath could be seen through the cold air. But Zander wasn't scared one bit.

He got his clicker out, and clicked it a few times. As soon as the second click echoed out Duncan turned around to face Zander. Zander reached one hand out, with the clicker in his other hand that was raised slightly in the air.

Duncan started to snarl a bit. He was preparing to attack him.

Zander could notice it, he was frightened but he did his best to not show his fear infront of Duncan. As that would just cost him his life right there.

"Eyes on me." He kept eye contact with Duncan. Duncan did the same, his breathing still heavy.

Graddually, Zander moved closer to Duncan, one step at a time. Duncan was moving backwards in return. Every two steps Zander took was one step Duncan took back.

Eventually Zanders hand met Duncans nose. He took a calmer stance instead of the one he had before in case he needed to run. He stopped clicking the clicker and just kept eye contact with Duncan.

"Shh.. I'm here, you don't need to put up your angry facade-"

As soon as Zander said that, Duncan seemed to calm down and gained his senses back. Instead of snarling and bresthing heavily he breathed normally, and frowned.

"I-.. wha' happened?"

"The others told me you got angry, you tried to bite sir handel and then you ran off"

"Oh... oh I remeber now-..." Duncan seemed to look more upset.

"I'm sure the others will forgive you, they've been worried about you since you ran off, including Handel,"

Duncan smiled a tiny bit.

"Wanna go back?"

"Aye-..."

Zander hopped on his bike and drove back home. Duncan followed him.

When they got back, Rusty smiled and moved over to give Duncan a spot to sit down beside him. The other engines smiled at the return of their friend, even Sir Handel.

After Duncan apologised to Sir Handel, and thanked Zander for helping, they got settled in to rest up for the night. Zander, wanting to stay, sat down beside Skarloey, facing Duncan, and stayed there all night with them.

// MMMMMM OC AND CANNON CHARACTER AU CONTENTTT TASTYY!!! but yeah if you remeber that fun facts abojt my au thing i bassicly wrote a fanfic out of it to help me understand Zander more, but yeah, hes the owen grady of my ttte au and the narrow guage engines are his silly little raptors //

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Let’s talk bitless🤔

I start all horses bitless, so they’re relaxed & responsive to bitless aids.

But then I introduce the snaffle.

Why?

I use French classical mouthwork to access the thoracic sling & improve balance/posture. I train these flexions using clicker training. See the last 3 slides for illustrations by @jenwhiteequineart explaining why this works, anatomically.

I find 2-way communication comes more easily in a snaffle than a bitless. That’s due to the physics of the tools- the mechanics of how each bridle acts on the face. A snaffle can be lifted upwards towards the corners of the mouth without backwards action. In a bitless bridle, no matter how the reins are angled, & no matter how non-escalating the cue may be, the mechanical action works backwards against the nose (or chin/poll in leverage options).

Horses naturally respond to retroactive pressure by leaning against it to keep balance, or backing off from it & bracing elsewhere in the body.

This DOESN’T mean the pressure is uncomfortable or unkind! But every action creates an equal, opposite reaction. When we pull back, they shift forward somewhere.

It takes longer to train the correct suppling associations bitless, as they must be cue-transferred from postural exercises. When I lift the snaffle in the mouth, the swallowing action that releases the hyoid & frees the front-end is a natural response. Clear & efficient.

It’s POSSIBLE to build these same associations bitless, just a longer/ more roundabout process.

I started having Sylgja try a headstall w a snaffle this summer, & did early mouthwork in-hand. Right away, something was wrong.

Normally, horses I start relax comfortably wearing the snaffle after 1 or 2 sessions. She couldn’t. Something in her anatomy has the snaffle sitting wrong - too low, no matter the style.

I could try something like a cheeker to lift it, but instead I’m taking the opportunity to improve my skills finishing her bitless. It’s not my FAVORITE way, but it’s what this horse wants. When a horse says no, I will always do my best to honor that & find a new way.