#canine design pillow

[yuanology]

it struck you suddenly, swiftly, with startling clarity one night that you had never expected gojo satoru to stay, only ever hoped that he would not leave so soon.

in every scenario you crafted in your head, it always ended with gojo satoru's back turned to you— walking away at a steady pace, never once sparing you a second glance backwards. why would he? he was gojo satoru, the strongest, god amongst men.

there was no good reason for him to stay, no good reason for him to crave more. he was with you because you were a thrill, but what would happen when the evenings grew stale and you stopped being enough? what would happen on the day you have outgrown your purpose, becoming merely another faceless passerby in satoru's life? it was certainly well into the realm of possibility. satoru met brilliant people every day. it was a wonder why he had stayed with you for so long.

so, gojo satoru would leave, and you would watch him go.

but he had not left yet, and you had not needed yet to watch him go, so you dragged him by the arm and shove him onto the mattress and you did not let him go. because as long as he was here, as long as he was choosing you for whatever godforsaken reason, then you would attend to his every need— you would pick him apart, and you would fuck him, and you would love him in the ugly way that you both only ever knew how to love.

teeth clashed against teeth, nicking at tongue and lips and drawing blood. there was nothing kind about the way you were grappling for his shirt, tugging it over his head. you did not pull away, because you did not want to see the fresh scars that had appeared on your skin— the product of his saviour complex cutting it at the nick of time, just as the blows were about to meet you instead.

"you idiot," you snarled against his mouth, because you hate him and you hate him and you hate him. How could a man designed for such greatness be so much of an idiot at the same time? "i had it handled."

satoru scoffed, a sound that bled out into a gasp when your teeth sunk into his jugular. "you would've died," he snapped back, his voice breathless. his hips bucked up. "you didn't even realise it was— fuck. you didn't even realise it was there until I got it," he said. "which, you're welcome, by the way— hah, not there."

satoru broke off into a moan, head tossing back against the pillows, baring more of his throat. you were merciless, biting and dragging your mouth all over the pale skin. his arms came to wrap around you, clawing at your back until you felt your shirt strain underneath his nails. you hissed at the sensation; he dug his nails harder. bastard.

"off," satoru said, digging his fingers into the space between your shoulder blades. a moan escaped you before you could stop it. "now. i wanna see you."

"you don't get to tell me to do shit," you bit out, but you still pulled back to tug your shirt over your head. you were on him once again in an instant, canines unsheathing to bite at the corners of his mouth, leaving fresh bruises all over his mouth. satoru merely parted his lips, a loud groan escaping his lips. pain slut.

satoru tried to reach for you, but you could read his body language like the morning newspaper. before he could blink, you had him flat on his back once again on the mattress, wrists pinned on top of his head underneath your right hand. with the way you were practically straddling his chest, he had no room to move— satoru tried to buck you off, but you didn't give.

after a short struggle, satoru finally slumped, pouting at you. "come on," he whined. "just fuck me already!"

"you shouldn't have done that," you said instead, insistent and futile.

satoru looked up at you, disgruntled. "you're still on about that?" he asked incredulously. "i'm naked underneath you, all hot and bothered, and you're still thinking about that?"

"you could have died," you repeated

"but I'm not dead," replied satoru dumbly.

and fuck. well, wasn't that the fucking point that satoru wasn't getting. he wasn't dead, yes, but he could have died doing something so reckless whilst being in a position where he wasn't supposed to do anything— he wasn't supposed to get hurt, death was not supposed to linger so close to him.

before you could reprimand him, however, satoru was blinking up at you with those damnable blue eyes, doing that thing he did where he angled his head so that his eyes would look bigger; shinier with the promise of unshed tears, just as you liked it.

fuck you, you thought, even as your free hand was already migrating to rest over his collarbones, a simple threat, a quiet promise.

"come on," satoru urged you again, rolling his hips against air. "we're both fine. if anything, you should reward me for saving you. isn't that how these things work?"

you snarled at him. "i ought to fuck you until you can't walk," you bit out. "until you can't do stupid shit like that again."

satoru let out a moan, elongated and exaggerated, and you wanted to punch him in the face. "isn't that exactly what i just said?" he simpered, blue eyes blinking at you. "c'mon. fuck me already!"

fuck you.

but you had never been good at denying gojo satoru anything, even when he was being a demanding brat, so you found yourself buried balls-deep in satoru anyway— his ass high in the air and his sounds being muffled by the sheets underneath him. your hand found a grip in his hip, the other having found purchase where it's buried into the tangled locks of his hair.

your hips rammed at inhumane speed, aiming repeatedly for satoru's prostate. you didn't have the patience to toy around with him this time around. satoru wailed beneath you, and you only fucked him harder, faster, rougher, because that's what he wanted and you didn't have the self-control to drag this out any longer.

because you had always known this would not last, that gojo satoru would never stay, but there were moments like these when you would remember that there was a slim chance—a slim, you pray, you always pray, even if you don't believe in god and something greater anymore, you still always pray—that gojo satoru would not even have a chance to leave before he was taken away from you.

and he very nearly was, even if he refused to admit it.

satoru's back arched, and you knew he was close. there were tears in his eyes, dotting at warm summer skies, and you wanted to rip him to shreds because how dare he come into your life, turning everything you have ever known by its head, and then forcing himself into a state where he was destined to perpetually inevitably leave, one way or another.

"please," satoru gasped out. "w'nna cum."

"do you think you deserve it?" you asked sharply, right by his ear, even though you already know you would give it to him because he was all the more pliant after the first orgasm.

"yeah," he slurred out. his eyes were halfway rolled back into his skull, his words caught between punched out moans. "almost died for you. fuck— think i can cum now."

you scowled at him, but you bit at his shoulder all the same. satoru let out a loud whimper, hips bucking, forcing your cock deeper into him. he wasn't wrong, and that was the damn worst part. satoru did almost die for you. in a way, that was deserving of reward.

"i hate you," you told him anyway, because he knew not to take it personally when you were angry because it likely meant that you cared more than you should.

he let out a weak sound, half a whimper and half a laugh. "lemme cum," he begged. "please. 've been good."

and he had been— because he had done everything wrong, but he had also done everything right, and he was right here, he was still right here, and you could do to him whatever you wanted, and satoru had not left yet, and he had not been taken away from you.

this had to be worth something.

"fine," you bit out, and satoru let out a delighted whine.

because satoru would leave one day, and you would never have him eternally, but tonight, he came home to you, with you, and you could have him for another night, for another day. you had him. you still had him— to destroy, to control, to command, to adore.

so, when you said, "come for me, satoru." it was your name on his lips, a prayer, when he obeyed.

[interpolanticssuperfan]

nothing natural | ken x fem!reader | part 5 | 18+ only

hi everyone!! wow, i did not mean for this chapter to be so meaty!! i sort of had fun setting up the building blocks for ken's return, so i hope it makes sense and feels necessary. thanks for reading and supporting <3 <3 SMUT IS COMING!! DO NOT WORRY (:

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After Ken leaves you, the weekend passes by without notable interruption. Life goes on, and you have no choice but to keep going with it. If the blues of the sky pale, the whorls of white clouds disentangle themselves into nothing; if the pastels of colored buildings all seem duller afterwards, you don’t say anything about it to anyone. 

Not like you had anyone to tell.

Your supervisor ends up buying the flimsy lie you’d concocted as to why you were so behind on reports and emails. To compensate for the hindrance and cover your ass, you worked a handful of hours on Sunday, barely functioning after fighting sleep that night. Blinking blearily into your weak homemade coffee. 

The first night without Ken was impressively quiet. Hours of tossing and turning, counting stippled designs on the ceiling and squeezing your eyes shut when the blue or white light of your television grew too intense, your mind repeating on a loop that you’d never see him again. Funnily enough, the obtrusive screen could have easily been turned off, but the idea of laying cocooned in silence was worse than any other punishment imaginable. 

You remembered how clean and aromatic Ken had smelled in your kitchen, as you observed the featherlight movement of his stomach, his breath tense under your catatonic stare. Like fresh linen, the initial wave of those pink tulips planted in tiny little rows in front of the library, the relief of a clean, spotless home. 

Ken had smelled like a long-awaited sigh, like comfort, like the warm tailend of a nap that you couldn’t be shaken out of. A home you’d never known. Each element of Ken’s ever having existed had blown out the front door and followed him back to a place that didn’t sound real. Maybe wasn’t real.

How could you miss someone you hadn’t even really known at all?

Perhaps you could traipse out of the bedroom, wait out there in silence to see if you could still pick up any lingering traces of him in the dark, if you could pick up any notes of the pure bleach of his hair, pungent like a drying ink stamp. 

Something told you even if you had nuzzled against Ken’s head, it wouldn’t smell like chlorine, wouldn’t smell like sodium hypochlorite or aluminum foil, because Ken didn’t need to seek out alterations to make himself beautiful, didn’t need to add to or take away from any part of his physicality to fit some type of standard. 

He was naturally impeccable. Easily unmarred.

(Astonishing, really, how little time it had taken for your every waking moment to be consumed with thoughts of Ken.)

But now your living space was stoic. Fragmented by a deficit of light and life and sparkling teeth that glowed like ethereal cave moss. 

(Teeth you desired to feel with your own tongue, battling for dominance in his sweet, pink mouth that curved like a marble bow. You wanted to memorize the dips and juts of his molars, his canines, wanted to know them each by shape alone.)

The cold right side of your bedsheets felt freezing to the touch once you’d spent three hours awake in the small of dawn imagining how wonderful it’d be to share it with someone. Picturing the rise and fall of thin fabric as Ken rested, let his body go lax next to yours. The way he wanted to. The way he’d been angling for.

You frowned to yourself, twisting a fraying thread on the empty pillow around your pinky, the silk too plump, too… devoid of blonde companionship.

How could you have pushed Ken away? Was it mere loneliness that had conjured this visceral reaction out of you? The feeling that deep down, you’d never really been seen for who you were and subsequently accepted? Let alone fawned over?

Your head bobbed as if underwater, tumbling out of wakefulness and into disappointment.

The second night without Ken had been fretful. Restless. Two bottles of pink wine sent you straight to sleep, and after brushing Willa’s hair and ordering in ten dollar pad thai, the only flashes of blonde you saw in your conscience were drifting through sleep, hazy through lackluster dreams.

You tried cleaning. Tried scrubbing the tiles of the kitchen for something to do. Anything to remind yourself that you had responsibilities, that life carried on outside of the compelling stranger you’d met at the library.

When Sunday rolled around your work bag felt about as heavy as the ones under your eyes, twin weights that refused to be alleviated.

You wished you understood why this was taking such a toll on you. Even Willa seemed to be raising her eyebrows at you from her tiny enclosure.

You’d been the one to suggest that Ken leave. That he pack it up and go right back the way he’d came.

You’d never really been one for accepting good things that rolled into your life. Whether they made sense or not, had been earned or not. Displays of paranoia at even the most throwaway compliment. 

It’s how you’d reacted to receiving a scholarship – awkward declinations that catapulted house parties or family dinners into palpable silence. “No, no. Really, it’s nothing, I don’t even deserve this. Don’t mention it. Can we please stop talking about this now?”

You didn’t even like celebrating your own birthday.

How ironic, that the pinpricks of attention from your loved ones made you shrink under the pressure, but the laser-tight surveillance Ken directed towards you had the opposite reaction. You came to life under his scrutiny. Felt your heart swell and twist with each moment he spent watching you.

The cashier at the corner store nearly dropped his jaw in horror when he caught a glimpse of how ragged you were looking. Hair a mess, eyes barely open, your fingers fumbling with your wallet as you paid for another pack of cigarettes.

“Been a minute, (Y/N). Everything going alright?” What he really wanted to say was, what the fuck happened to you?

You ignore the stilt of his worried voice. “Fine. Thanks.” The kid doesn’t push it, just adjusts his baseball cap and shrugs, watches you shoulder out the front door with a loaded sigh.

Setting up at the library reminded you too much of the sweet, breezy morning you’d met Ken, the sunshine that had wrapped itself around you. You just couldn’t anticipate how you’d react while trying to pay attention there, surrounded by so many reminders of the only interesting, worthwhile thing that had ever happened to you, so the most sensible course of action seemed to be the patio.

You lasted about an hour in the sunshine before the glare bothered you and all you wanted was darkness.

Monday proved to be worse.

Reluctant to leave the apartment, you work again for the day in the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine at noon and logging off early at four when the carpet starts to spin, when email subjects blur into train tracks of nonsense that you can’t make sense of.

Your sister calls unexpectedly at dinner time while you’re dozing off at seven, drooling on the pillow. It goes straight to voicemail. How nice of her to find time away from her son to remember your existence.

Rubbing your temples, you chide yourself. Not nice to think things like that. Grow up.

Not calling her back, you throw your phone on the bed and follow suit, dropping down again and sipping a crushed can of beer from the night before, stale and tasteless.

Tuesday plagued you with the promise of nice weather, a drop in extreme temperature, but again, the second you got dressed to head down to the library, you felt laziness tug at your mind, felt depression sink into your chest.

Why even bother, you wondered? Why bother when I’ve a perfectly comfortable bed just around the corner where I won’t have to be looked at.

It should have concerned you. The drastic, melodramatic changes you’d been experiencing, the intense highs and lows of your emotional wellbeing all because of some guy you’d only met last week. 

Then again, you’d always been like this. Building up fantasy lives and scenarios in your head so fondly (stupidly) that when faced with reality, actual human beings tended to let you down, so this exercise always resulted in disappointment. Locking yourself in your childhood room, scrawling on the walls in pencil and then erasing what you’d written for hours. Your parents left clueless without any idea as to how to handle your outbursts.  

Wednesday seemed to tease you. A pointless company retreat at corporate meant your supervisors were all out of town until Friday, inviting you to slack off as much as you wanted – ergo, no one would notice your idling. 

So you slept diligently until noon, fed Willa her special pellets during a fleeting moment of salience, and then got ready to catch a taxi to your favorite bar. 

Who said you couldn’t work from a sticky countertop surrounded by shots of tequila and boisterous strangers?

Not like you’d be paying much mind to your laptop anyway. You showered out of habit and slipped into a skirt that fit your hips nicely, in your opinion, and shimmied into a tight fitting brown top. 

It occurred to you that calling your sister back would be a fruitful use of your afternoon, but shoving your phone into your bag, you decided to put that off for another time. 

Perhaps when your head wasn’t spinning with pathetic visions of being shoved into a wall and forcibly kissed breathless, strong hands glued to your side and tracking down the outside of your pelvis, repetitive circles rubbed into your skin with soft thumbprints until you could finally, finally undo the zipper, hurry the rest of his clothes off, shove him backward into your bed –

The taxi blares its horn out front in the road, shaking you from the vivid daydream. Leaving you with nothing but emptiness and a heat pooling in your abdomen that had grown difficult to suppress. Arid summer air filled your weary lungs, and you hid behind a chunky pair of sunglasses which successfully concealed how tired you looked from the driver, who looked to be as old as your father.

“Dropping you off right at Paulson’s? Or you going to the cafe right next door? Place is pretty popular from what I’ve heard.” His attempt at genial conversation was kind, but it wasn’t what you needed right now.

“Actually, Paulson’s is fine. I’m meeting a friend.” Pulse still racing in your throat from what you’d been imagining earlier, it takes mountains of effort to keep your voice even.

“No problem. Just making sure.”

 The bar is essentially empty save for you, two employees and a guy slouched into a newspaper near the television. Which is fair, seeing as it isn’t even two in the afternoon.

One tequila soda turns into two which turns into a blistering three which eventually turns into closing up your laptop in favor of chatting gregariously with the bartender, complaining about the weather and the price of gas (even though you don’t drive) and requesting ABBA on the ancient jukebox. Patrons start to trickle in as the sun sets and it’s just as well, you’d been feeling particularly lonely by yourself.

The pack of cigarettes you’d bought dwindles as you reach your fourth cocktail. You light another one, hold it to your lips just as a figure approaches from behind. 

A guy with long, stringy brown hair takes the stool next to you, his scrawny frame swimming in a button up shirt too big for him. He’d given you a once over before picking this spot, and you knew it. You swallow, your throat clicking, and think to yourself that were it not for Ken, he’d be exactly the type you usually go for. 

Quiet, unassuming guys who don’t have much going on in life besides perhaps their accounting job and a few friends they see in dingy bars. Maybe they play shitty music in shitty bands that you hate staying out to see.

You should hate how it reeks inside this smoking-allowed bar. You should hate that you’re capable of drinking so much in one sitting, that it hasn’t knocked you out, put you to sleep. You should hate the persistent way this skeleton-thin loser is eyeing you from behind his beer, but you don’t.

You should hate how easily you rip yourself open for men.

The guy tucks a strand of that hair behind his ear and it makes you squirm. Any music coming from the jukebox feels a hundred miles away.

“What are you drinking?” A beat of silence passes between you, and you flare your nostrils, unsure of how to proceed but honestly so sloppy from the liquor you aren’t giving it too much thought.

“Tequila.” You take another drag from the smoke, blow it away towards the propped open door, your mouth lazing in an “O”.

“How’s that going?”

“Pretty great.” It wasn’t a lie. If great consisted of your vision fuzzing at the edges and your mind falling blissfully quiet for the first time in days. 

“You have beautiful hair.” The offhand comment makes your cheeks flush. It could’ve also been combining with the sizable amount of liquor you’d imbibed. 

“Mind if I buy you another round?” You wonder if this a trap. If it’s a trick. The guy’s deep brown eyes swirl under the overhead lights, comfortably dim, and you can nearly smell the sweat circling the back of his neck. It’s like a starving lion fighting the urge to pounce at a wounded gazelle bleeding out profusely on a plain. Agony.

But the idea of Ken accepting a drink from a girl throwing herself all over him has bile crawling up your throat, and you pale at the thought. Absolutely not – no way. 

Not like you owned him. Not like you wanted to own him. 

“Sorry, I’m actually on my way out.” It’s a blatant lie, it feels thick on your tongue and it’s so obvious to the stranger too with his damp chest on display, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, but it’s not smart for you to entertain him for another moment longer. You round the bar to a less occupied area, take another shot, and close your tab.

Your bag has never felt so heavy on your shoulder before.

The taxi heading back home is initially uneventful, but as soon as the driver peels onto the highway, something about your stomach doing cartwheels and the melting streetlights makes you emotional. You can hear Ken’s voice at your side, hear his words playing at your neck. 

“That’s one enormous building, (Y/N). People work way up there? Even right at the top? Oh, man. Did you see that fountain – it’s like a lake! I bet you can ice skate there when it’s cold enough. Would you go with me? When it’s cold?” 

You’re about to tell Ken yes, of course we can go skating, when you remember it’s not real. It’s so seamless to place him here, to envision how he’d react to the different sights and sounds of the city. Feels so correct, like it was preordained or something. He’d wrinkle his nose at the way you smell right now, but he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to be next to you.

It’s impossible to hide the tears that flow from your eyes as you rest your forehead against the chilly window. Choking back an audible sob, you dig your nails into your palm, everything so small and futile and fucking lonely. The covered seats smell like patchouli and you just want to get home.

Thoughtfully, the driver clears his throat, turns the radio down a smidge.

“Is there… do you have anyone you can call?” He asks politely and clearly despite his noticeable stutter. For some reason he surmises that you’re in a state to have a conversation.

“Uh, I... do I look that bad?” You question.

“I wasn’t trying to insult you, miss.” He seems offended.

“Well. My sister’s the only person I know within a fifty mile radius of the city, and she’s so busy with her kid I don’t think she’d give me the time of day. ‘Specially not when I’ve been drinking like this. Thanks for asking.”

He peers at the road like he’s ready to drop the subject, but he gives a light cough after a few seconds.

“A boyfriend, then?”

Oh, Jesus. Not this guy, too? Can you ever catch a break? His bizarre advances and body language were about to make you cry even harder.

“There was this guy. He was. He was everything. I pushed him away… I feel like I’m going crazy. Didn't even know him that well. He was so exciting. And he treated me like I was the interesting one, but I'm not. I'm not. And I told him to go home. I always do this.” Snot trickles from your nose in time for your bare wrist to catch some of it. If you weren’t so drunk, you’d apologize to the driver for being such a nuisance.

“I’m sure if he was feeling the same way you are, he won’t be upset to hear from you again. Distance can show a guy what he really cares about.”

Thumb scraping at the mascara clumps under your eyelashes, you nod, surprisingly agreeing with the driver. 

“I guess so. I don’t know, it just feels like I screwed things up with him. I have never met anyone like him before. Like if I lost him, I feel like I might die.”

“Sounds pretty serious.” He clucks his tongue, listening intently as the road whizzes by. 

“That, or I’m just an insane person. He relied on me for a lot of things.”

“Were you living together?” The driver wonders aloud, flipping to a local late night talk show. It occurs to you to check the time. Ten past nine. You’d been at the bar for that long?

“No, he was just… getting used to the world. He had been away for awhile. If that makes sense.”

The driver nods knowingly, a glint in his eye that you catch from the rearview mirror. “I see. He did some time and now you’re helping him get acclimated to life again?”

“Something like that.”

“That’s a lot of responsibility to put on your shoulders. Doesn’t he have family who can help too? Unless he cut ties with his family. Getting tangled up with the law can put a lot of stress on everyone involved. I know from experience. My brother robbed an electronics store when he was nineteen, he’s still paying for it.” 

Normally, this sort of long winded back and forth would annoy you, moreso after you’d been crying. But the driver’s words lulled you back down to earth, reminded you that other humans and situations and problems existed outside of your own insulated world.

“Sorry to hear that. To answer your question, I’m kind of his only lifeline. The only one who can help with all the things he wants to know. Like I’m a mother sometimes. I know how that sounds, but it’s not a horrible thing, not really. I have no idea how he’s going to find a job. I don’t know how much I’m supposed to be involved, or if I should just let him be an individual and figure things out on his own. You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?” 

The driver shakes his head curtly, rolls the windows down a pinch for you. You’d been hoping he’d answer affirmatively as you’d already pulled another smoke out from your bag.

“Well, not that you asked my opinion. But I say just be realistic. If you see a need you can fill, I say there’s no harm in helping. Oh, I almost forgot. I volunteer at an animal shelter right outside of town. You know where the Lyons Bridge is?”

“Yeah, my dentist is over there on the corner of Orwell.”

“It’s right across, you can’t miss it. Point being, I can probably talk to my manager, see if we have any work to offer. Not sure how your hubby does with animals, but it’s a start, right? And for someone jumping in fresh, you can’t really beat it.”

The unprompted offer caught you off guard, and you barely had the sense of mind to give him a smile, or positive acknowledgment. You flicked your cigarette with your thumb, watched the ashes dance away. “Wow. I mean. Thank you so much, seriously. That’s so kind of you. If I see him again I will definitely tell him that.”

“You’re very welcome. It was hard for my brother too, getting back on his feet. For years I was the only one in his corner supporting him, so I know how you feel.”

When he pulls up to the half circle parking loop in front of your apartment building, the driver scrawls the name and number of the shelter on a business card. He cracks a lopsided grin, and you realize that this guy is probably way too old to have been hitting on you.

“I really appreciate the opportunity, sir.”

“Call me Mike.”

“Mike. Thank you.” You made to pop open the door handle, ready to face the nothingness of the rest of your night, visions of the wine coolers in your fridge calling to you sweetly, but Mike piped up again.

“Not so fast, little lady. I think you should dry your tears and give him a call. Put on a nice dress, you know? Put your best foot forward. Lord knows he missed you while he was behind bars!” Obviously it was meant to be a joke, but the heart behind it felt a little too real, though you’d lied about the nature of your relationship with Ken.

Ken. Even saying his name had your palms growing clammy, your eyes welling up again with stupid, childish tears. Mike noticed this falter in your face, and he shifted his body fully in his seat to face you.

“No more of that, okay? It’ll be alright. Just get yourself cleaned up and give him a call. Think positive.”

“You’re right. Sorry for making a fool of myself. I’ve just had an incredibly weird week.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

It occurs to you that perhaps Mike is angling for a nice tip. He was your taxi driver, after all. You fish out a ten dollar bill from your bag and hand it to him, taking the business card and sniffling quietly.

“Thanks again. Have a safe rest of your night.” 

Wisps of the night air knocked at your ankles, the exposed skin of your arms, and you scolded yourself for not bringing a sweater. Your bag hung heavy at your shoulder, but you just stared down at the business card. Second Chances Animal Haven, the card read. Ask for Dominic – tell him Mike sent you!

As usual, the unexpected generosity of strangers is enough to make you weepy again, so instead you read the card aloud to yourself, digging absentmindedly for your keys as you head towards the back row of apartment units.

“Here at Second Chances, we believe animals and people deserve to be seen at their best. We’ve been proudly partnered with local rehab centers and addiction programs for twenty years to provide employment opportunities to convicted felons, or those reintegrating back into society. Are you or someone you know interested in volunteer or career information? Give us a call at three zero four…” 

You trailed off, flipping the card over to assess the cute graphic of a man petting the head of a labrador, absolutely beaming. The dog’s fuzzy snout brought tears to your eyes, and you wanted to scream at yourself, why does everything make me so goddamned emotional? It made you feel so puny and vulnerable, being affected like this.

“Stupid card. Stupid drawing. Stupid tequila, stupid fucking –”

Your embroiled utterances fell flat as if smashed into a wall, your eyes slamming shut instantaneously, registering that you’d just ran straight into something bigger than yourself, something moving – 

Something wearing long, chocolate brown corduroy sleeves, expert tailoring obvious even under the flickering sidewalk lamp; something waiting at the bottom of the steps leading up to your unit. 

The hard thud of your foot railing against a solid surface drowns out when you fumble backwards, nearly tripping onto your ass, your eyes widening at the speed of light when your vision focuses and drains of moisture. 

There was no mistaking it. Waiting at the stoop with what appeared to be… five or six baby blue suitcases (each embroidered delicately with swooping, elegant ‘K’ headings) of varying sizes all stacked up against one another, was Ken, who towered above you, clouded in the veiling mist of the summer evening air. 

Through the shadow his piercing blue eyes met yours, startled like a baby deer and even more innocent looking.

Were you hallucinating this? Was this really Ken, standing right in front of you, clad in brown and stunning, silky mustard orange pants that felt otherworldly in its softness, though your arm had only grazed it?

Etched into the face he gives you is instinctive surprise, as if the last thing he thought would wander around the corner was you. You drop the business card to the ground, don’t watch its descent as it flutters down to the sidewalk. Clutched under Ken’s left arm is a thick folder (maybe a book?) filled to the brim with papers stacked neat and horizontal. 

For a sickening pause that lasts thousands of centuries, you wonder if Ken’s here to tell you off. To tell you that he was only dropping by before his departure, that he was going far away and only wished to tell your guinea pig goodbye for posterity. 

You couldn’t have blamed him. In fact, you would have understood. I deserve that, you tell yourself, but Ken doesn’t say those awful things. He bends at the waist and plucks the business card you dropped, holds out his arm to return it. It’s then that you remember to breathe, remember to say something, and it’s then that you notice Ken’s gripping a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, pink and white thick petals wrapped in yellow that repel the light landing on them. 

Ken’s so tall above you, his legs so lean through his almost sheer pants, and you swear you can make out the swells of his kneecaps, the curve of his hip. The incline of muscle in his neck works as he cocks his head slightly, eyes persistent, dancing and twining with yours under the moon, the feeble crackle of the dying, cheap lamp.

Handfuls of silvering blonde hair tumble down across Ken’s tender eyes as he waits patiently for you to take the card. Blinking is an uphill battle. Moving your lips to form a sentence is some sort of sisyphean curse that you’re unsure of how to break.

“I – I’m. Ken. You’re.”

Unflappable, Ken elects to hold off on exchanging the card, and slips it into his pocket. Instead, he takes a brave step forward, and like he’s rehearsed this a thousand times on the sidewalk, puts on his most hopeful smile, extending his pristine hand that holds the flowers that you are starting to suspect might be plastic. Shrouds of crickets kick up their serenade around the both of you.

“(Y/N). These are for you. I tried relentlessly to keep them perfect on my way here, but you would not believe how difficult it is to stop objects from floating while you’re in a spacesuit, I will tell you that much right now.” You hear his heartfelt words but all you can stare at is his face, every inch of him that you can see, the imperceptible flat of his cheekbones, the angular jut of his chin, all of him so illuminated and real and right in front of you.

“You came back.” It’s all you can manage to say. Like as if a prank had been pulled on you. Could it be the case – all these days of torture and self hatred and drinking yourself to sleep had been completely in vain?

Ken’s smirk widens, crinkling the lines of his cheek, but it just makes him look even more like a timeless painting of someone who once had been real. Boyish charm bled from his every move, his honeyed words, every response he could give you.

“Told you I would, didn’t I? Do you like them?” Ken nudges the bouquet even closer to your line of sight, practically begging you to accept them. “Barbie told me – sorry. My friend Barbie who is a florist told me that these are quintessential spring colors. I wanted purple ones too but Barbie said that wasn’t staying on theme.” Ken enunciates every word, relishing in sharing his newfound knowledge of flowers. They appear to be roses, as if they were somehow handcrafted, each one made painstakingly, lovingly. 

Jolting at a realization, Ken raises his eyebrows hastily. “How could I forget? I also brought you a banana. From Barbieland! So that you can really understand what I’ve been working with my whole life.” 

Something in the lowest part of your heart snaps entirely in half, and with fingers trembling like a leaf, you finally take the flowers from Ken, cautiously placing your nose to the tips.

By some sort of miracle, though they’re obviously not real, they smell exactly like roses.

“Riveting, aren’t they?” Ken’s adding, watching through his curled eyelashes to see how you like them, but he doesn’t notice the stinging tears that rush down your cheeks until you’re crushing the bouquet between the both of your bodies, impatient to feel him for yourself, just to affirm this is real. 

The petals don’t budge or compress, they just twirl in different directions to accommodate the pressure, and the breath leaves Ken’s chest at once with the force of it. “(Y/N)? Tell me you’re not crying. The one thing I didn’t bring was a hanky with your name on it, which I was planning on having my friend Barbie who is a seamstress make for you, but my schedule was pretty tight. Here, let me just –”

There aren’t words for how you’re feeling, the relief, the overwhelming adoration, the incredulity that Ken had actually traveled all the way back for you, the sweetness of everything he’s telling you. It manifests as tears that race to escape your eyes and make you look even more disheveled than you already had been.

Ken carefully wipes at your cheeks with the edges of his jacket sleeves, folding the fabric over his thumbs like it’s brain surgery and he cannot afford to mess it up. Without asking permission, he sticks his hand out and tips your face up so it’s level with his. Gentle, so gentle, so endlessly attentive. 

“Why are you crying, (Y/N)?” Your brain should be throttling ahead, formulating a cogent response, but all you want is to hold his shoulderblades in your shaking hands and feel his body flush against yours, make him feel what his presence is doing to you, how it’s making you breathe and sway, unsteady on your feet.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

Ken quirks his eyebrows, dusted blonde and light brown, like he’s taken a punch to the gut. His hands don’t move from their spot on your chin, affixed. 

“You can’t be serious. When I accept an ultimatum, I never back down, and that’s a fact.” He seems to not mind the brazen tears and snot he’s wiped onto his (expensive looking) clothes, he just looks right down at you with a dizzying openness. Your fingers twitch around the stiff flowers where you’re still clamping them tight.

“I. I can’t. I didn’t know…”

“Look at me.” You don’t have the inner energy to fight him. Maybe it’s the liquor that’s rounded out the edges of your usually combative reflexes, or maybe it was the repressed emotional floodgates breaking, and suddenly you weren’t afraid for Ken to see what you’d really been feeling for him. The seeds you’d been sowing of your own destruction. “You really missed me that much? I thought you’d be working away like nothing ever happened.” 

It’s Ken’s turn to feel flummoxed now, analyzing what you’d said, but you can’t allow him the time to rethink. To backpedal.

His chest rises and falls in rabbit-fast motions. You swear he smells like aftershave, but you can’t pinpoint the precise scent, just that it’s minty and pleasant. Ken’s body is like a barricade of warmth and there’s roses in between you and desire gnawed at your stomach like a profanity.

“Please. Please don’t leave again. I need you, Ken.”

“You – what?”

“I need you. I n-need you to be here, with me. Don’t leave again. I. I made myself sick without you. I have a two bedroom place, I don’t h-have to use it for storage, you can have your own room and everything, I’ll be the cleanest, tidiest person in the world. Just. Please, just. Just promise. Can you promise me that? Ken?” It’s embarrassing. It’s humiliating. There's so many things you could've led with: I may be able to help you get a job, I turned into a complete and utter hermit without you here, I think you may be the best thing that's ever happened to me, I've had so much to drink tonight I shouldn't even be standing. But no, it was mushy garbage that decided to tumble out and settle in the cool air.

You know that you should have shut yourself up after the first sentence, but once the first syllable let loose, there was no taking it back.

Ken continues to wipe at your face where you continue to cry, and he rests his chin quietly on top of yours, somehow managing to hold onto everything he’d been grasping and still making just as much room for you as you needed. Your words move Ken to the point that his pulse has quickened, and – 

His pulse? Laying your browbone against his neck, just to see if you’d dreamt that forceful thrum of blood, Ken gives a submissive sigh for the contact. “I will never go anywhere ever again unless you want me to.”

“Your heart.” You mention, tucked against his frame but eyes wild with shock.

“I won’t even look out the window unless you think there’s something I should see.” Ken persists.

“Ken.”

“In fact, I think I’d be most comfortable just waiting for you to lay out what we’re doing every day, first thing, so I can get an adequate idea of –”

“Ken?” Your tone is sharp now, because he’s getting carried away – not that you weren’t receptive to his idea of what living together should look like.

“Yes, little firefly?” Ken muses, pulling you even closer to the front of his body.

“Your heart. It’s beating.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Cannn we get a Drabble for Hoseok and husky reader at a fashion show🥺🥺

"There we go." Hoseok softly says with a smile as he holds your hand so you can step out of the car. Cameras are going off all around you, everyone having been already surprised (positively) when Hoseok had been seen at the airport in South korea, leaving with you next to him.

You're dressed in expensive luxury, Dior having made some of the pieces you wear exclusively for you only by Hoseoks request, and he himself loves the sight of it- just how a princess should be treated, he thinks. It's all very simplified clothing, but with little extras and proper adjustments to, for example, accommodate for your tail- the designated cut out part decorated with straps and lace.

He likes this. It's not just 'just cut out some fabric to pull it through and call it a day' how designer brands used to do it in the past. These days, with hard work and much effort and trouble along the way, they finally managed to really put you up to a position where there's standards for you, no matter what you are. You're no longer 'just a hybrid'.

And while it doesn't solve the entire problem of a hybrid's place in society, it's a start.

You're still a bit unsure how to really pose for pictures - you don't know what people would like to see and whatnot. But Hoseok next to you is the assurance that you need - calmly helping you to look at most of the cameras at least once, directing you so you never feel lost. Other celebrities at the show all look your way, and it reminds you that the sight of someone like you - a hybrid - is still not the norm. It's not something that just happens. It's still special.

Fashion shows are both interesting and very hard to handle for you.

Mostly because you tend to become restless after a while, as it's typical for most canine hybrids. Next to you, Hoseok makes sure that you're never uncomfortable. You lean towards him, a silent request for his attention. "How do they walk in those shoes?" You wonder quietly, and Hoseok snickers to himself.

"I don't know. Looks difficult, doesn't it?" He wonders, his hand holding yours tenderly, thumb running circles over the back of your smaller hand.

"Uncomfortable." You mumble in worry. "I hope they don't get hurt." You say, and the idol next to you can't help but grin to himself. You're just too sweet.

After the show ends, it's very clear that you've now exhausted your batteries - unable to really 'pose' anymore or control your reactions to the extent that you were able to before. But the cameras don't seem to mind- a clip of a cameraman calling out to you just for you to wag your tail and grin going viral later on. The man had tripped, his cap falling to the ground close to you, and you'd picked it up without thought, giving it back with a bow that was answered by a 'thank you so much' from the man, and a compliment on how pretty you look- one that drew exactly that viral reaction from you, your gaze immediately nack on Hoseok who smiles warmly, before he helps you back into the car to drive back to the hotel.

And right now, there's no luxury adorning your body anymore- just a comfortable while shirt and some sleep shorts, makeup gone and collar on the table, while Hoseok sits close to you and brushes out your freshly blow-dried tail. "You did great today." He comments, and the tail in his hands immediately moves.

"Thank you." You mumble into the pillows. "Do you think.. the others saw me today?" You say, before yawning.

"Oh, Yoongi-hyung posted something on his Instagram. He definitely watched it." The rapper explains, putting your brush back into his suitcase. "And Taehyung probably did too." He chuckles.

"That's nice." You say. "Can we sleep a bit longer tomorrow?" You wonder, and Hoseok quietly slips under the covers next to you.

"We gotta catch the flight, princess." He sighs. "But you can sleep on the plain." He reassures. You pout.

"But I wanted to eat breakfast here.." you complain quietly. "Eat a French croissant. Like an actually French one, in France and all!" You explain, and Hoseok laughs.

"I'm sure we can have someone pick one up on the way, puppy." He chuckles, brushing his hand over your head as you stretch and yawn again, before holding onto his arm, before you scoot closer, pecking his lips goodnight.

Hoseok and you.. are special.

He's been very open about his feelings towards you for a good while now- admitting his love openly, and reassuring you that everyone else loves you just like that as well- but he can understand that you might not want to believe in it until they've said it too. So for now, until the rest make that jump and confess, you'll simply continue on like you did before.

And hoseok doesn't mind-

Because it's kind of nice, knowing you kiss only him goodnight like this.

[sparklinganxiety]

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I'll be doing voice claims for (No actual voice actors since I don't have the money, I'll mainly just put a characters voice lines/song under the sans's design)

Voilet: Swapfell/fellswap purple

Blue: Underswap sans

Classic/Pillow: Undertale sans

Red/Canine: Underfell sans

Axe/Teddy: Horrortale sans

(None of the characters belong to me! All belong to their respective creators!)

(The voices will set the scene for my new fic wink wonk, but you can imagine a different voice for them if you'd like!)

[wayward-persephone]

🖤 Okay but what about an Edward Dalton tattoo artist/piercer AU, in which you go into his shop to get your first tattoo and he immediately notices how shy and nervous you are, and it stirs something in him:

~ You watched him from your perch on the table as he cut out the shape of the design, the veins in the back of his hands and forearms protruding beneath the tattoos that cover his pale skin, visible where the sleeves of his button-down shirt have been rolled up.

From the moment you set foot in the shop, you've been a shy, stumbling mess. It doesn't help that he's aware of it too, giving you stern orders to do this and that while he sets up, and you can't even help it when you willingly obey.

"Alright, shirt off." He says, finally looking up at you with the design in hand.

You stare back at him, hesitating for a moment, and the smirk he gives you makes your stomach turn to a mess of butterflies. Trying to shake yourself from the daze, you quickly strip your shirt overhead and toss it onto the pillow beside you. Knowing you were getting the ink done on your rib cage, you had opted to wear little black heart pasties, and were suddenly regretting that from the way his smirk turned to a grin.

"Cute." Was all he said before clearing the space between you by situating himself between your thighs. He stared down at you a moment, and the feeling of his body pressed so intimately to yours had you tensing in anticipation and your mouth going dry.

The first ghost of his cold fingertips against your skin made you jerk back, but he just hushed you soothingly, his thumb stroking the curve of your lower rib while he tried to figure out the placement of the tattoo.

"Lay back, I need to get a better look at you." Even though he asks, he pushes you back himself with his hands splayed across your rib cage beneath both of your breasts.

Your chest is heaving now, thighs squeezing around his hips unconsciously, and as you watch him you see his tongue slip out and slide along his lip— revealing the shiny metal ball of his tongue piercing that sends your thoughts straight to Hell. You've always wondered what one of those would feel like between your legs.

"You're looking at me like I'm holding a gun to your head, princess. Nervous?" He grins, revealing sharp canines and causing another delicious shiver to run up your spine that doesn't go unnoticed.

You shake your head no and he tsks, letting his other hand wrap around your rib cage, over your heart.

"I can feel your heart pounding, sweetheart. Are you sure you're tough enough for this? Once we get started, there's no turning back. You'll have to take everything I give you." The thumb of his hand that's over you're heart sweeps up, grazing over your nipple that's thankfully covered by the heart-shaped pasty... though you're sure he can still feel how taut it's become.

"I-I can take it."' You're voice comes out shrill with nerves, and he grins down at you finally releasing his hold on you to give your chin a quick pinch before he steps away to setup the rest of his equipment.

"That's a good girl."

Yeah okay I'm drooling 🥵🥵

Personality-wise I can actually see this being more Aurvandil 👀 which makes me swoon and also fits with my Biker AU for him already lol

Edward is just so sweet and it's a little difficult to invision him being so teasing and cocky

But I do love this 🥴 any AUs are just *chef's kiss*

[depravity-n-savagery]

Vampire!Dad!Eddie Munson Blurb 🦇

Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader ♡ 100% fluff

♡ A/N: You're only mentioned in the blurb. It's pretty much just Eddie being adorble with the baby.

"Heyy there, little vampire." Eddie cooed at the mass of tousled chestnut curls, peeking his head out from under a pile of fluffy blankets and pillows. The child yawned, opening his mouth so wide it almost took up his entire face - showing off two sharp little baby teeth. The kid was still mortal, due to Eddie knocking you up before the shenanigans in the Upside Down. Before he technically 'died', only to be brought back as a bloodsucking creature of the night.

The small child, only two years old, opened his eyes with heavy lids. Still fighting off the strength of a good afternoon nap. One by one, his brown eyes met the identical ones of his father. Well, only identical currently because he was fully fed. When he's thirsty, the familiar chocolate brown becomes tinted with hues of crimson. He never wanted his son (or you for that matter) to see him that way. Eddie was careful to never be around the little one when he needed to feed. If anything ever went wrong-

A pinch on Eddie's hand drew his attention back to the child, watching with amusement as he lifted Eddie's hand toward his mouth and chomped down on the skin between his thumb and index finger. "Ouch!" Eddie played up the pain in his expression, even though the bite didn't really hurt him. "Easy there. With fangs comes responsibility."

"Boo-boo?" The child pouted, pointing to the teeny tiny indents his teeth made in Eddie's hand. Bottom lip trembling as if he might start the water works.

"No no, don't worry. No boo-boos. See?" A vibrant smile lit up Eddie's face, calming whatever little guilt he might've unintentionally caused. Crisis averted. Instead of wailing and waking you out of your sleep in the other bedroom, he took interest in the designs on Eddie's shirtless body. Eyes curiously studying every inky image and the scars that permanently marred his skin. An unfortunate reminder of his transformation that even vampirism couldn't get rid of.

"Where are you goin'?"

He was on a mission now, totally fixated on a particular part of Eddie's abdomen. Pulling himself along across the bed they were occupying until he was crawling right into Eddie's empty lap. "Boo-boo?" This time he placed a tiny palm on one of the scars. An angry-looking jagged one that started on his side where the flesh was ripped out, then spread out across his abdomen like bolts of lightening.

"Yeah..." Eddie's voice was soft. "...but it's an old boo-boo. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Following a cure you often handed out for every bump and scrape you witnessed, the child pecked a gentle and drooly kiss on the scar. "Bettah now!" The cure was sealed with a little squeeze as tiny arms tried to wrap themselves around Eddie's body.

Bigger, stronger arms closed in around the child. Snuggling him close enough to revel in that precious sweet new-baby smell. Though he was careful enough to mind his supernatural strength. He didn't want to crush the kid. "Maybe you'll be a nurse someday, like mommy. Then you can help lots of people with their boo-boos. And sneak daddy some of the good stuff." He smirked, reminding himself to have a little 'breakfast' soon. The mini-fridge usually filled with bloodbags was going to need a restock. "Speaking of mommy. Come on, little vampire. Lets go make her some pancakes before she wakes up."

♡ A/N: Completely self-indulgent so I don't even care if it sucks. 🤣 My kid lost his two front baby teeth, leaving just the canines on top so I called him 'little vampire' and BOOM. Blurb idea popped into my head, haha! 💞

Masterlist, Ao3 ☆

[trash-monkey]

Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 8

Looking into the mirror I can see a large detailed dragon had been inked into my skin and it's wings goes down my arms to curve a little to the front as it's massiv body is curled to fit onto my back, the only color in whole piece is the bright red moon sitting at the base of my neck.

"You two are talented!" I'm in aw at the master piece that's now forever carved into my skin.

"There's one last thing we need to do before we're done today." Stan speak as he covers up the tattoo in clear plastic as it can heal without getting infected which Mercy had me sit down once I'm done with that.

"We're ordered to sharpen your canines." She said after having me open my mouth to find two slightly sharp teeth in the front on the top and bottom before sticking something in to keep it forced open while she spread numbing gel over the four teeth so it doesn't hurt me to much.

"We have to wait until you're completely numb." She moves her rolling chair over to me so she can sit down in front of me before fooling with her tools beside my seat which this room must be their own work shop for Tattooing, hairstyling, I can see piercing guns in another station, dental work, and more stations I don't know anything about.

"Stan, hold his head." She reluctantly ask him which he did and hold my head up in a tight hold without trying to hurt me, moving my lip I can feel them numbing meaning my gums and teeth already are.

"Umming." I spoke as best as I could around the object.

"Good to go?" Mercy asked which I give her thumbs up and she start to get to work, soon my canines are sharper then ever but I'll have to be careful not to hurt myself with them though.

"That's it,we're done with modifying you but you're one of the lucky few not to be forced to have piercings as they'll just get ripped out." Mercy mumbled to as she cleans her tools as I sit on the seat waiting for the numbing to go away.

"As you heard we're now your caretakers." Stan hands me a cold water with a straw as it'll only hurt when it touches my teeth until they stop being sensitive.

"Thanks" I nod at his statement before drinking the water.

"Once your teeth are good I'll get you a sandwich, ok?" Mercy said which I give a nod and whispered a thanks as I sip on the water.

"You done with your water? We need to get you to our room." With a nod I hand the water back to Stan as Mercy hook a leash to my metal collar and leads me back into the room with the people.

"You got a fighter!" A woman stalks over at seeing us coming from the work room.

"Never I would though you'll get a fighter! Especially this type!" Her red lips pulls into a smirk as she looks me over, her finger tips carefully runs through my new haircut before looking into my mouth after opening it and look at my tattoo through the plastic that's on it.

"What's his code name?" She asked once she's done looking at me.

"Ryuu" Mercy response before tugging me to come closer by the leash which I did.

"Fitting! I'm sure you're busy!" The woman stalks off back to where she was before seeing us and we continue on to where Mercy was going, soon she leads me through a long dark colored hall and into one of the many black doors. The room is darkly beautiful as candles are scattered around the room as there's no windows in the room to let sunlight in, dark colored blankets and tapestries are laying or hanging around. Mercy brings me over to where a small corner is designed for a pet with a chain mounted to the wall which she hook onto my collar although the corner isn't fancy.

"I know it ain't nothing to fancy but you'll have to make do as we can't let anyone know we're treating you right." I give a nod as she brings me a small pillow and blanket.

"Thank you, what should I call you and Stan." She paused for a moment.

"Ma'am and Sir, sleep" she shuts the door behind her and leaves me to my thoughts on how to survive in the situation I'm in before sleep finally comes to me.

"Ryuu up, come on up." Mercy wakes me up early in the morning before handing me a water with a straw and a sandwich when I sit up which I quickly start eating once I'm aware enough.

"Thank you Ma'am" I said after taking a bite knowing they can't feed me all the time so I take my time.

"We need to teach you somethings in two days so you don't get annihilated in the ring" she said as she wakes Stan that's laying in the bed a few feet from my corner, I watch as the two get ready for the day as I eat my small breakfast and once they're done Stan unhooks me from the wall.

"Here" he holds a dagger out to me which I take and he watch how I hold it.

"You handle a knife before?" I give a nod as I did in my last life.

"You'll be facing crazy and starving animals or other people." I give a nod at the information, we spend what time Stan can spare to teach me what he can during the two days before my match comes up and it comes up faster then we can expected. It seems luck is on my side as the the large tattoo on my back is heal and don't have the plastic restricting my movements, Mercy brings and leaves me with a ring handler that looks after fighters during matches which he hands me a worn old knife after removing my rag of a shirt but it's better then nothing I say.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Yuu Osamu fighting ring! We have a brand new fighter! So give a round of applause for Ryuu Leiko!" The handler leads me into the ring, the floor is sand while the walls of the ring are wooden with the audience sitting at the top of it. People applaud as the handler shows me off to them before pulling to the side to let the announcer reveal the thing I'll be fighting, another handler comes in as the announcer calls him in but I don't pay attention as it's on the starving dog pulling on its leash. My grip tightens on the knife as the another handler pulls him to the other side of the rings, I close my eyes for a few seconds as I let a breath out praying to whoever is listening to give me the strength to survive this whole ordeal to see my one loves again along with the people I wish to meet in this world and right as I hear the announcer starting our fight I open my eyes.

"Uhm" I winced as Mercy applied disinfectant to the claw wounds that's running across my chest I got when I didn't roll out of the way fast enough and it isn't the only wound I got but it's the worst, luckily I didn't get any on my back as I'm starting to really like the tattoo.

"You're lucky." Mercy mumbled as she wraps my wounds, I fought hard which the audience liked and especially when I put the dog out of its misery.

"You did what you had to do." Mercy spoke after seeing the sad look on my face.

"I know, it was me or the dog." I mumbled as she get off the bed and put together her medical kit.

"How's your teeth?" Stan question as he hands me a water.

"They're good but I have to get use to them." He nods and give me slices of apple to eat on.

"When's my next match?" I questioned as I eat and return to my corner.

"Same time tomorrow." Mercy doesn't look at me but I know she doesn't want this for me, I give her a nod while thinking I have to be careful not to make my wounds worse in the next match and the two leaves the room to give me some privacy to think.

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[danmeiljie]

Advance Bravely But its a Vampire AU Part 4

Read Part 3 here!

1,628 words, Teen Rating

Yuan Zong leaned over the writhing, sweaty body of Xia Yao, his legs becoming entangled in the sheets Xia Yao was kicking. The young man was being driven mad with desire as Yuan Zong's hand moved rhythmically between his shaking thighs.

"Ah…!" Xia Yao gasped, his eyebrows pinched in a perfect grimace that was full of desperate pleasure. Yuan Zong was right. Having another person touch him in the way he often touched himself, was comfortingly familiar, yet also far more stimulating. Xia Yao's head lolled back and forth on the pillow as he bucked his hips into Yuan Zong's hand, trying to somehow urge him to go faster, but Yuan Zong was cruel, and forced him to endure a moderate pace that made his toes curl and scalp tingle with need.

"Yuan Zong!... Why are you teasing me…?" Xia Yao mumbled his words through his panting breaths. Yuan Zong remained stoic and calm.

"Do you not tease me every night? Dancing around on those long legs, stretching your thin waist? Craning your neck at me?" Yuan Zong listed off Xia Yao's alleged sins.

Xia Yao managed a half smile as his gaze slid over to Yuan Zong's burning eyes.

"Maybe I should tease you more!" He thrust his hand between Yuan Zong's legs and groped around for a telltale bulge. He palmed at Yuan Zong's underwear, his long fingers clumsily fumbling with the curves there. Yuan Zong jumped, and his moving hand tightened automatically around Xia Yao.

"Hey! Ow!"

Yuan Zong immediately let go, and Xia Yao sat up, perched on his elbows, his briefs askew against his hip bones.

"What, you can touch me, but I can't touch you?" The sweat glistened off his furrowed forehead; Yuan Zong wanted to lick it off. He leaned away from Xia Yao, turning his back to him.

"I think you ought to rest now, Xia Yao."

"What?!"

Yuan Zong threw back the blankets and got out of the bed. He began tugging on his clothes.

"What the fuck…? Where are you going?" Xia Yao's voice had a hint of anxiety in it behind the anger and it made Yuan Zong clench his teeth together. Shit. His canines were lengthening.

"I will be just outside, don't worry." Yuan Zong said, biting his words. He shrugged on his jacket and left to stand watch on the balcony, leaving a horny, confused Xia Yao on the bed.

What the eager young man did not fully realize, was that those of Yuan Zong's kind couldn't physically rise to meet sexual occasions. Well, at least he had not been able to direct his blood in that way. Sure, the life-giving substance he drank from people sustained him, and allowed for unusual feats of strength and sense, but for him, sex was not a matter of survival, and therefore nonessential. Upon becoming this thing that he had been for years, his body changed to be viciously efficient at one task: drinking blood.

It did not exactly embarrass Yuan Zong, but he was not ready to discuss the finer points of what his existence meant to Xia Yao. Hell, Xia Yao was still figuring out how he felt about his attraction towards another man, never mind a man who had become a supernatural creature of the night.

Yuan Zong scanned the immediate property and suburban street, his long-sighted gaze sweeping left and right, ready to detect any movement in the shadows. He had lived in this modern townhouse suited for rich Beijing bachelors for a few years now, and while the neighborhood was not known for crime, Yuan Zong was on alert for his own reasons. He could hear the faint movements of Xia Yao rustling in the sheets just beyond the bedroom window inside. His heart ached.

Yuan Zong hoped she wouldn't come tonight, but he couldn't be sure. Yuan Ru, his beloved younger sister, had made it clear the last time they met, she was not willing to give up her designs on Xia Yao. It was partly why Yuan Zong was loath to part with him. The other part he still was still trying to figure out.

He bit back a bitter growl as he berated himself again for asking Yuan Ru to approach Xia Yao on his behalf. He had hoped a pretty woman would seem less threatening, and he could gauge whether Xia Yao was firmly fixed on women, or would he be receptive to getting close to a man. What Yuan Zong didn't anticipate was that his sister would turn the tables on him, and pursue Xia Yao herself.

Luckily, Xia Yao was not interested, and maybe a little afraid of Yuan Ru. Yuan Zong loved her, but if he was honest, he was a little afraid as well. She was stronger than him.

That was common for their kind, since the one who creates, is always stronger than the one created. Yuan Zong no longer resented Yuan Ru for turning him. It had taken him a little time at first, but he realized she needed him. Yuan Zong had raised her when their parents had died, and they were always close. 

Yet, while she had never shared how she had become what they both were, or even when it had happened, it was easy for Yuan Zong to see she needed her big brother by her side. And he was not unwilling to continue being her companion and protector, as he had been for her in their previous lives. Yet clearly his vigilance had waned, since she had been able to become a creature of the night without him realizing it for a few years. It was something he still worked towards repaying.

Yes, he loved his sister, but she was testing the bonds of that love with her stubborn fixation on Xia Yao. It bothered Yuan Zong that he could not articulate what it was about him that captivated him so much. He just knew that there was his life before he met Xia Yao, and there was his life after he met Xia Yao. The only son of a wealthy family had become the epicenter of Yuan Zong's world.

…

Yuan Ru drummed her long polished nails against the circular table of her private dining room. A man stared blankly back at her, his head twisted at an odd angle on the surface, his reflection shining in the pool of blood that still flowed thickly from the gash across his throat. She frowned at her other hand, which still held the steak knife that had sliced her date's neck open. Blood had dripped onto her fingers and it was making her skin itch.

"Hmph! I told him not to touch me like that!" She mumbled to herself, already crafting a perfectly legitimate reason for exploding in violence. She dropped the knife with disgust and picked up a beautiful red and gold napkin and dipped it in the water pitcher that still had ice floating in it, and cleaned off the offending blood. She pouted a little, frustrated that she seemed to be in less and less control over her emotions lately. It was that Prince, Xia Yao!

Her big brother rarely denied her anything, so why was he being so stingy about this one man? Had he not taken many a college boy or lonely office paper-pusher to his room to be persuaded and fed from? His preference for men had been shocking at first, but she decided it was ultimately a benefit for their new lifestyle together. He would find the handsomest men in Beijing, and then she would sidle up to them after they would wake up wondering how they ended up drinking so much the night before, and then find themselves in a strange hotel room. With a beautiful, modelesque Yuan Ru waiting for them, most did not think about it too hard, favoring instead to thank their good luck they were with a woman who was rather eager to get to know them.

She was ready to receive Xia Yao as her next gift from her doting big brother, or as she now increasingly saw it, tribute from a childe to his supernatural senior and sire. Yet he was keeping him jealously all to himself.

After she was satisfied she had removed all traces of the dead man's blood from her hand, Yuan Ru fished her expensive cell phone from her tiny purse, and speed-dialed Yuan Zong.

"Ge! My sweet Big Brother! I need your help - I might have made a teensy weensy little mess at the apartment downtown." She pitched her voice to be pleading and syrupy sweet. After listening for a moment, she ran her clean fingers through her luscious long hair with satisfaction.

"Thank you thank you! Mwah! You're the best!" She exclaimed happily, and clicked off the call. She sat back in her chair to wait, and pursed her red lips at the dead man.

"What a shame. And I only had one drink from him!"

…

Yuan Zong returned his cell phone to his jacket pocket and sighed. Another human mannerism that he picked up from Xia Yao. He silently entered the bedroom again, and saw Xia Yao was sleeping, his bare chest rising and falling gently; his beautiful hand resting limply between his legs on top of the blankets. Yuan Zong indulged himself a lingering look at him, before turning to lock the window tight, and retreating to his black SUV to drive away downtown. Xia Yao would be safe in Yuan Zong's home, and he was going to the one he was most worried about anyways. He had to remember not to grip the wheel too tightly, or it would be crushed beneath his strong grip.

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change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Kaerwyn originally had the spikey ponytail, but after sometime in Eorzea, he lost the spikes, the cost of pillows was becoming to much. At the time he also cut his hair short but hair grows over the years.

I'm addition, due to plot stuff that resulted in him acquiring part of a dragon's soul and aether mixed with his, he went from being a 6'1 runt to being about 6'6. His entire right side is scaled, including his face, he's developed a double set of sharpened canine fangs and lastly that poor stubby gator tail is now around 4-5ft long. When he's in town he uses a fair amount of glamour prisms to look like his old self, minus the height change.

If I were to ever get into the m*d scene, it would be totally to have the scalification of Kaerwyn properly represented (and double fangies)

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Points awarded is determined by the number of other entries the winning dog defeats. A dog must win at least two majors (by winning at two different shows under two different judges where there are enough entries defeated to equal 3-5 points by the AKC point system. OTCh – Obedience Trial Champion To earn an obedience title, the dog must have a passing score of 50% of possible points or better, and an overall passing score at three different competitions under three different judges. CD – Companion Dog (First Level Obedience Competition, basic obedience exercises) CDX – Companion Dog Excellent (Intermediate Level Obedience Competition, more advanced obedience work) UD – Utility Dog (Advanced Level Obedience Competition, difficult obedience work, including hand signals) UDX – The highest obedience degree AKC presently awards TRACKING TD – Tracking Dog TDX – Tracking Dog Excellent VST – Variable Surface Tracking HERDING HIC – Herding Instinct Certificate HT – Herding Tested PT – PreTrial Tested HS – Herding Started HI – Herding Intermediate HX – Herding Excellent HCh – Herding Champion AGILITY NA – Novice Agility OA – Open Agility AX – Agility Excellent MX – Master Agility Excellent NAJ – Novice Agility Jumper OAJ – Open Agility Jumper EAJ – Excellent Agility Jumper AKC Unofficial Titles CGC – Canine Good Citizen ROM – Register of Merit – A dog or bitch must earn a number of points specified by the DPCA rules, and also meet the numbers of champion and major pointed progeny required by DPCA. The requirements for bitches are less than the requirements for the dogs because males have the opportunity to produce a far larger number of offspring. ROMC – Canadian ROM ROM/C – designates that the dog has earned an American and a Canadian ROM. TT – Temperament Tested TC – Temperament Certified AOE – Award of Excellence-A dog must meet qualifications in conformation, obedience, and also be OFA´d to earn this award. New competitions are being added and rules for competitions change, for the most up to date rules and regulations, check with the AKC and the DPCA. Miscellaneous American titles often seen on pedigrees and in advertising. BIS – Best in Show at an All-Breed Show in conformation. BISS – Best in Show Specialty (where only dogs of the same breed are competing in conformation) BOB – Best of Breed BOS – Best Opposite Sex BOW – Best of Winners (best between Winners Dog and Winners Bitch in breed conformation class competition) WD – Winners Dog – the winning dog overall of the regular classes of his sex. WB – Winners Bitch – the winning bitch overall of the regular classes of her sex. RWD/RWB – Runner up to the winners dog and bitch, if the winner becomes ineligible for the award then the runner up will receive the points awarded from that show. Special – A dog that is already a Champion that is competing for Best of Breed only. A Champion cannot compete in the classes where points are earned (because a Champion has already earned them!) RTD – Registered Therapy Dog TD I- Dog has passed Therapy Dog International´s testing HEALTH CERTIFICATIONS OVC – Ontario Veterinary College OVC Hip Certification – A dog may be preliminary screened at a younger age, but will not receive a certification unless the dog is at least 18 months old. It was told to me by a tech in the radiology department of OVC that they consider hips to either be bad, in which case they are rated on a scale from 0 – 4, with 4 being the worse, or they are “good” in which case the animal will receive a certification number (if 18 months or older. Therefore they do not follow the U.S. rating system which includes “FAIR”, Good, Excellent”. Their exact words were “the hips are either GOOD or they are NOT. OFA – Orthopedic Foundation for Animals OFA Hip Certifications – dogs within a specified range of normal hip x-rays are certified OFA-Excellent, Good, or Fair OFA – Elbow Certification – Certified by OFA for normal elbows on x-ray, only one grade recognized as normal. Check with OFA for proper procedures and positioning for hip and elbow x-rays. A dog may be preliminary screened at a younger age, but will not receive a certification unless the dog is at least 24 months old. OFA is also now doing certifications for other canine health concerns such as normal thyroid levels, check with OFA for accurate data and rules concerning these. CERF – Canine Eye Registry Foundation-dog is certified to have normal eyes. Re-certification must be done annually. vWD – Von Willebrands Disease free-meaning the dog has been tested and found free of vWD, a bleeding disorder, vWD free ratings also are often given with a percentage listed. 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Corgi Potter: Discover the Perfect Magical Name for Your Furry Friend

"Corgi Potter" is a delightful fusion of two beloved cultural icons: the Pembroke Welsh Corgi dog breed and the magical world of Harry Potter. This whimsical combination creates an adorable and charming concept that appeals to both dog lovers and fans of the wizarding world.

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Imagine a stumpy-legged, fluffy Corgi donning round spectacles and a Hogwarts school robe, complete with a tiny wand held in its mouth or strapped to its paw. The dog's natural "fairy saddle" marking on its back could be reimagined as a broomstick, perfect for a quick game of Quidditch.

This Corgi Potter might be sorted into Gryffin-dog, known for its brave heart and loyal nature. Its magical adventures could involve chasing enchanted balls in the Forbidden Forest or sniffing out magical creatures in Hagrid's pumpkin patch.

The concept lends itself to cute illustrations, merchandise, and even costume ideas for pet owners. It playfully combines the Corgi's reputation for being intelligent and somewhat mischievous with Harry Potter's world of spells and wonder.

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"Corgi Potter" encapsulates the internet's love for both adorable animals and pop culture mashups, creating a character that's sure to cast a spell of delight on anyone who encounters it. Whether in art, stories, or real-life cosplay, this magical pup brings a unique charm to both the Corgi and Potter universes.

A "Gift for Corgi Lovers" is a thoughtful and charming present tailored to those who adore these charismatic, short-legged dogs. Corgis, known for their fox-like faces, fluffy bottoms, and playful personalities, have a devoted following that extends beyond mere pet ownership to a celebration of all things Corgi.

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Such gifts could range from practical items to whimsical trinkets. Popular options include:

Corgi-themed home decor like pillows, blankets, or wall art

Clothing items such as t-shirts, socks, or pajamas featuring Corgi prints

Accessories like phone cases, tote bags, or jewelry with Corgi motifs

Kitchenware including mugs, cutting boards, or cookie cutters in Corgi shapes

Stationery items like notebooks, calendars, or stickers

Plush Corgi toys or figurines

Books about Corgis or featuring Corgi characters

Personalized items with the recipient's Corgi's name or photo

These gifts celebrate the unique charm of Corgis, often capturing their distinctive physical features or playful nature. They allow Corgi enthusiasts to surround themselves with reminders of their favorite breed, bringing joy and a touch of canine cuteness to everyday life.

The "Funny Pawter Dog Long Sleeve" is a playful and cozy apparel item that combines canine charm with pop culture humor. This long-sleeved shirt features a clever pun on "Harry Potter," reimagining the beloved wizard as a dog – likely with round glasses and a lightning bolt scar.

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The design might showcase a cartoon dog, perhaps a mix of different breeds, dressed in Hogwarts robes and wielding a wand. The term "Pawter" emphasizes the dog theme, replacing "Potter" with a dog-related word.

Made for comfort and style, this long-sleeve shirt is perfect for dog lovers and Harry Potter fans alike. It's ideal for casual wear, movie marathons, or as a conversation starter at pet-friendly gatherings. The long sleeves make it suitable for cooler weather, allowing wearers to showcase their love for dogs and magic year-round.

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Fleas & Ticks: Preparing your Dog for Summer

Summers are here, which means ticks are going to attack your pooches soon. As the sun starts shining your floofs may want to spend their day outside playing, it could increase the chances of their playing the host of these pesky little fleas & ticks. Summer is the peak season for the ticks. It’s important to take important and necessary steps to keep them away from your furry friends.

It’s important to catch ticks on dogs and cats early. Ticks not only cause your pet to itch but also spread diseases like Lyme disease, so it is important to keep your pets protected. If it’s not addressed, your canine may get an infestation, and drainage of enough blood can even leave him anemic.

Be familiar with the symptoms, so you can find an infestation as soon as possible. Common symptoms include irritated, red patches and the presence of red and brown ticks in the fur. Finding fleas and ticks on your beloved floofs doesn’t make you a bad fur parent. It’s easy for fleas to make their way to your fur friends. Luckily, there are ways to protect your pets.

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 Tropiclean Natural Flea & Tick Shampoo

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 It’s a good idea to have a flea and tick shampoo always on hand. That way, if you notice ticks on your dog or are worried that he has been exposed to ticks out on a hike, you can bathe him and eliminate any unwanted pests. Tropiclean Natural Flea & Tick Shampoo maximum strength kills fleas and ticks by contact. This shampoo has an essential blend that contains some of nature’s more powerful pest-fighting ingredients.

 Tropiclean After Bath Flea & Tick Bite Relief Treatment

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The Tropiclean After Bath Flea and Tick Bite Relief Treatment relieves itching from tick and flea bites by its special formula. It is a medicated solution that should be used after you give your dog a bath with Tropiclean Anti Tick and Flea Shampoo. It has an oatmeal and cocoa butter formula that soothes the skin. Alpha Hydroxy penetrates the skin and cleans out the pores to encourage healthy exfoliation of your floof’s coat.

 OUT! Natural Flea & Tick Spray

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Out natural flea & tick spray repels mosquitoes and kills fleas, flea eggs, and ticks. It’s safe to spray on bedding, pillows, blankets, carpets, rugs, drapes, and counter tops. It is formulated with natural plant extracts.

 Tickless Ultrasonic Tick and Flea Repeller

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Tickless is designed in a small pendant to be attached to the collar. Emits series of ultrasonic impulses which disturbs fleas and ticks. Provides 12 months of protection. Now let your floofs enjoy the outdoors without any worries.

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50 Pet Businesses You Can Start Today

Do you have a love for animals? There are many different businesses to start that allow you to work around cats, dogs, and a variety of other pets.

You probably know the basics — dog grooming, training services, walking, etc. However, there are more creative pet business ideas. Below I list unique pet-associated businesses you should consider starting.

Organic Pet Treat Maker: Pet owners are increasingly concerning themselves with the ingredients of their pet treats and food. In selling and baking organic pet treats, it’s possible to grab the attention of dog and cat owners concerned with things such as the environment and health.

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2. Obedience Professional: You are aware of dog trainers. If you feel you have the skills and knowledge, you can actually start out a different niche — as an obedience professional. It’s possible to work not just with canines to develop great habits, yet also work with their owners in order to maintain these habits.Image courtesy: Goochie Poochie Grooming via Pexels

3. Yard Cleaner: Anybody who has a dog understands the challenge of cleaning after them — especially when it pertains to the yard. This means that many customers are likely willing to pay for somebody to come to their yard and offer poop scoop services.

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4. In-Home Cleaner: You might provide services to pet owning customers who need a hand picking up all of the fur and additional messes their pets leave inside their houses.

5. Pet Blogger: If you like to share pictures of your pets or tips with additional pet owners, you might think about starting up a blog about your pet expertise or adventures.Image courtesy: Pixabay via Pexels

6. Pet Toy Maker: The majority of pet owners buy some type of toys for their pets to play with. If you enjoy fabricating or sewing little toy type items, you might sell them as cat or dog toys.

7. Housing/Bed Designer: A few pet owners even buy large pillows, beds, playhouses or additional furniture for their pets to use. Builders or woodworkers, you might create some of those larger items then sell them to pet stores or owners.

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8. Tank Designer: Not every pet owner has cats or dogs. The ones who have lizards, fish, snakes or likewise pets require tanks. Therefore, if it’s possible to make unique tank designs, there’s a market to sell them.

9. Animal Travel Service Provider: Once people move or travel with their pets, it might be a stressful situation. If you have transportation methods or even just tips to share with animal owners, it’s possible to provide a service helping animal owners transport their furry friends.

10. Animal Bandana Maker: Designers and crafters, you can create some simplistic bandanas out of some colorful fabric or additional soft material then sell them on the internet, at pet stores or at craft shows.

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A Guide to Top Pet Dog Accessories

In the realm of pet ownership, dogs hold a special place in our hearts. They're not just pets; they're family members, companions, and often our closest confidants. As responsible pet parents, we strive to provide our canine companions with the best care and attention possible, which includes selecting the perfect accessories to enhance their lives. From practical essentials to fashionable indulgences, the world of pet dog accessories offers a plethora of options to cater to every dog's needs and preferences. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore a wide range of accessories designed to elevate your furry friend's style and well-being.

Stylish Collars and Leashes: The journey of accessorizing your pet begins with the basics: a stylish collar and leash. Not only do these accessories serve as essential tools for walking and training your dog, but they also offer an opportunity to showcase your pup's personality. Whether you prefer a classic leather collar or a vibrant patterned leash, there are endless options to suit every taste and style. Brands like blog.pet.fitness offer a diverse selection of collars and leashes crafted from high-quality materials, ensuring both durability and aesthetic appeal. Remember to choose a collar that fits comfortably and securely to keep your furry friend safe during outings.

Cozy Dog Beds: After a long day of play and exploration, every dog deserves a comfortable place to rest and recharge. A cozy dog bed provides the perfect sanctuary for your pup to curl up and relax, offering support and warmth for a restful sleep. When selecting a dog bed, consider your pet's size, sleeping habits, and preferences. Whether they prefer a plush pillow, a bolstered bed, or a memory foam mattress, there's a wide variety of options available to cater to your dog's needs. Brands like blog.pet.fitness offer an array of stylish and comfortable dog beds designed to complement any home decor while providing maximum comfort for your furry friend.

Interactive Toys: Keep your dog mentally stimulated and physically active with a selection of interactive toys. From treat-dispensing puzzles to durable chew toys, interactive toys offer endless entertainment and enrichment for your canine companion. Not only do they satisfy your dog's natural instinct to play and explore, but they also provide valuable mental stimulation, helping to prevent boredom and destructive behavior. Brands like blog.pet.fitness offer a range of innovative and engaging toys designed to keep dogs of all ages and sizes entertained for hours on end.

Grooming Supplies: Regular grooming is essential for maintaining your dog's health, hygiene, and overall well-being. Investing in high-quality grooming supplies is key to keeping your furry friend looking and feeling their best. From brushes and combs to nail clippers and shampoo, a well-stocked grooming kit ensures that your dog's coat remains clean, shiny, and free from mats and tangles. Brands like blog.pet.fitness offer a selection of grooming products formulated specifically for dogs, featuring gentle yet effective ingredients to keep your pet's skin and coat in optimal condition.

Travel Accessories: Whether you're embarking on a weekend getaway or simply running errands around town, having the right travel accessories can make all the difference for both you and your dog. A sturdy travel crate or a comfortable car seat harness ensures your pet's safety and security during journeys, while portable water bowls and travel-friendly food containers keep them hydrated and nourished on the go. Brands like blog.pet.fitness offer a range of travel accessories designed to make adventures with your furry friend hassle-free and enjoyable.

Fashionable Apparel: Who says dogs can't be fashionistas? Dress your pup to impress with a selection of fashionable apparel that reflects their personality and style. Whether it's a cozy sweater for chilly days, a stylish raincoat for wet weather, or a cute bandana for a touch of flair, there are endless options to keep your furry friend looking chic and stylish year-round. Brands like blog.pet.fitness offer a variety of trendy and functional apparel options, ensuring that your dog stays comfortable and fashionable in any season.

Conclusion: As pet parents, it's our responsibility to provide our furry friends with the love, care, and attention they deserve. By investing in high-quality pet dog accessories, we can enhance our dogs' lives and strengthen the bond we share with them. From stylish collars and cozy beds to interactive toys and fashionable apparel, the world of pet dog accessories offers something for every dog and every owner. So why wait? Treat your furry friend to the best accessories today and watch as they strut their stuff in style.

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Certified Orthopedic Dog Beds

In the realm of pet care, orthopedic dog beds stand out as a beacon of health and comfort for our four-legged friends. These beds, crafted from high-density memory foam, contour to the curve of your dog's body, offering unparalleled support for aging joints and bones. Veterinarians often recommend them for canines with arthritis or spinal cord disease, highlighting their role in alleviating pain and enhancing sleep quality. With a pillow-like cushion, these beds not only soothe sore muscles but also promote a more restorative slumber, crucial for your dog's overall well-being.

Materials in these beds often include Cordura and polyester, known for their durability and ease of cleaning. Hypoallergenic options are available, perfect for dogs with sensitive skin. For added peace of mind, many orthopedic dog beds come with product certification, such as the Oeko-Tex Standard, ensuring they are free from harmful chemical substances like bisphenol A. This certification reflects a commitment to quality that goes beyond mere comfort, touching on the safety and health of your pet.

Choosing the right bed involves considering not just the material and health benefits but also the design and price. Options range from plush, soft fabrics that invite your dog to snuggle, to water-resistant covers that withstand accidents and are easy to clean. Some beds even feature suction cups for stability, preventing them from sliding across the floor when your dog leaps on. Despite the initial financial transaction, investing in a high-quality orthopedic dog bed means investing in your dog's health and happiness.

For dog owners looking to enhance their pet's sleeping experience, the market offers a variety of toys and accessories. From chewy dog toys infused with peanut butter to stimulate boredom and reduce anxiety, to plush mattresses that can fit inside a crate for added comfort, the possibilities are endless. Silicone dog food mats can also be a great addition, keeping feeding areas clean and fitting seamlessly into the aesthetic of your dog's space.

Ultimately, selecting the right orthopedic dog bed is a testament to the love and care you have for your dog. It's about providing a sanctuary where your pet can enjoy the utmost comfort and support, irrespective of age or health conditions. By choosing a bed that aligns with these values, you're not just making a purchase; you're making a difference in your dog's quality of life. Consider this choice as a crucial step in ensuring your dog's happiness and well-being for years to come.

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DIY Puppy Accessories: Creative Ideas for Crafting for Your Canine

Welcoming a new puppy into your home is an exciting and joyous occasion. Along with providing love, care, and training, ensuring your furry friend has everything they need is essential for their well-being. While pet stores offer a plethora of accessories, crafting your own can add a personal touch and save you some money. Here are some creative DIY puppy accessories that will make your canine companion wag their tail with delight.

1. Handmade Dog Collars:

Crafting a custom dog collar allows you to showcase your pup's personality while ensuring a perfect fit. You can use a variety of materials such as fabric, leather, or even paracord to make a sturdy collar. Add embellishments like charms, beads, or bows for a stylish flair. Remember to choose materials that are safe for your pup and always supervise them while wearing the collar.

2. Homemade Dog Toys:

Keep your puppy entertained for hours with homemade toys made from household items. Old t-shirts can be braided into tug-of-war ropes, tennis balls can be stuffed into socks for a makeshift fetch toy, or you can create a simple chew toy by tying knots in a thick rope. Just be sure to use materials that are non-toxic and won't pose a choking hazard.

3. DIY Dog Beds:

Treat your pup to a cozy sleeping space by crafting a homemade dog bed. You can repurpose an old pillow or cushion and cover it with a soft, washable fabric. For a more creative touch, sew a custom bed using colorful fabric or knit a cozy blanket to keep your furry friend warm during chilly nights.

4. Handcrafted Bandanas:

Give your puppy some flair with a handmade bandana. You can easily make one using scrap fabric or repurpose an old shirt. Simply cut a square of fabric, hem the edges, and attach Velcro or snaps for easy fastening around your pup's neck. Get creative with patterns and colors to match your pup's style.

5. DIY Treat Jars:

Keep your pup's treats organized and easily accessible with a homemade treat jar. Repurpose a mason jar or airtight container and decorate it with paint, stickers, or decoupage. Personalize it with your pup's name or paw prints for an extra special touch.

6. Custom Dog Tags:

Ensure your pup always finds their way home with a custom dog tag. You can easily make one using metal stamping kits or engraving tools. Include essential information such as your pup's name, your phone number, and any medical needs. Attach the tag to your pup's collar for peace of mind during outdoor adventures.

7. DIY Grooming Supplies:

Keep your pup looking and feeling their best with homemade grooming supplies. Create a natural dog shampoo using gentle ingredients like oatmeal and coconut oil. You can also make a DIY paw balm to protect your pup's paws from rough terrain or harsh weather conditions.

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8. Repurposed Pet Gate:

Keep your puppy safe and contained with a homemade pet gate. Repurpose an old baby gate or build one using wood and wire mesh. Customize the design to fit your home's décor and ensure it's sturdy enough to withstand your pup's curiosity.

9. Handmade Leash Holder:

Keep your pup's leash organized and easily accessible with a handmade leash holder. Repurpose a wooden plank or create one using hooks and decorative knobs. Mount it near your door for convenience and add a personal touch with paint or stencils.

10. DIY Agility Equipment:

Challenge your pup's agility and coordination with homemade agility equipment. Create hurdles using PVC pipes or weave poles using dowels and PVC connectors. Building your own agility course is not only fun but also a great way to bond with your pup while keeping them active and stimulated.

Crafting DIY puppy accessories is not only a fun and rewarding activity but also a great way to bond with your furry friend. Whether you're making a custom collar, crafting toys, or building agility equipment, your pup will appreciate the love and effort you put into making their accessories. So roll up your sleeves, gather your supplies, and get ready to create some tail-wagging masterpieces for your canine companion!

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