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Club Rats and Cigarettes: Part I

Azriel x Modern Reader

Summary: When Azriel stumbles into a new world with his brothers, the last thing he expects to find is a mate. But she has a hell of a way of making a first impression, and Azriel can't help but fall in love with someone who feels familiar in a strange world.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of drug use

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Author's note: I had a thought. I wrote it. Here ya go!

Y/n leaned back against the motley wall covered in indie movie and band posters 10-layers deep. Humidity caused the paper to lift away from the brick, curling like steam off coffee before being frozen in place by the next slather of paste. Y/n felt the sharp, glue-soaked edges poke through the mesh of her shirt. 

Looking left and right she saw a few stragglers heading towards the club — three girls huddled in fake-fur coats with freshly-shaved legs trembling in the October air, and a group of college boys dressed in the same jeans, sneakers, and pale collared shirts. They flickered in and out of the darkness as the streetlights hummed with the effort of keeping their failing bulbs alight. A handful of skeletal cars sat beside busted parking meters or half-hidden in the employee parking lots of the closed down street. During the day when the restaurants were open, inoffensive jazz battled it out with the reggaeton blaring from the trendy taco joint at the end of the block, and Kpop dancers pressed themselves against the screens posted by the corn dog restaurant’s windows, neon lights announcing that they were “OPEN!” But right now the neon was just another sad shade of grey. Even the sky’s colors were muted by packed clouds threatening rain. 

Music shook the pavement, but it came up from the sub-basement club deep and muffled. Y/n felt its vibrations pass through the soles of her boots, up her stocking-clad legs, and into her chest where her heart rumbled like a car without a muffler. 

A flash of flame revealed her glitter-coated cheeks and cobalt-blue eyeshadow. The color slipped and slid across her skin still tacky from club sweat until it was a pale wash of blue extending up to her temples and down to her cheekbones. A cloud of smoke covered her soon after as she lit her cigarette between nail-bitten fingers. A fresh coat of black polish glittered like stones, already chipping towards the tips. Menthol crisp bled into her lungs along with a breath of cold air perfumed with car exhaust and day old restaurant grease. She licked her lips and found that she did not mind the taste of lip gloss, mint, and char. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a boy with salt-white hair and shy, bent shoulders slink over to her trying to make himself as small as possible. “Can I bum a cigarette?” He asked, shockingly polite despite the black band t-shirt that read “Anarchy now!” and the careful spikes gelled into his hair and tipped green and black. 

Y/n wordlessly held out her pack and he plucked one out before hesitantly reaching for a second. She held out her lighter next and soon there were two plumes of smoke wafting into the air as music faded in and out with each body that passed through the rusted paint doors. Drunk giggles followed voices hoarse with drink and screaming. Heels clicked down the street, some heavy as a bass drum and others high and piercing like castanets. 

A quick flash of lightning splintered over the sky, followed seconds later by a dull crash like furniture toppling over. 

“One mile,” The boy said, leaning over. He smelled like bleach, aftershave, and surprisingly, cherries. The overly sweet ones that came out of a jar and decorated the tops of ice cream sundaes. 

“What?”

“You can count how far away lightning is from the thunder. Every five seconds between lightning and thunder is one mile.” 

Another flash painted the sky purple followed shortly by crumbled eruptions of noise. 

“That one was close by.” 

Y/n took one last drag before putting out her cigarette on the wall. The paper smoldered and was scarred black, but never burned. “Guess that’s my cue to go back inside then.” 

The boy nodded, smiling and looking her up and down a little too closely. Then his eyes sharpened, red-rimmed and squinting, as he glared into the street beyond her. 

“Do you see that?”  

Y/n twirled around on her heels, staring down the street to where it ended in shadow. It looked… darker than it should, although she couldn’t explain why. Like she stood before the throat of an animal. The darkness seemed to pulse and writhe, muscles clenching down on invisible meat. Then she felt stupid for having listened to him at all. 

“Don’t fuck with me,” she growled, pushing the salt-haired boy aside and slipping back inside the club. 

The music and heady scent of perfumes, cologne, and sweat punched her in the face, and she remembered why she’d chosen to stumble outside to begin with.

She moved in between bodies sparkling like disco balls, stealing body glitter as she went. She felt the tiny particles stick to her skin, tacky with sweat. Someone’s hand brushed against her wrist, but she swatted them off, pressing forward in search of her friends. She didn’t trust them to stay still, not in a place like this, nor did she trust them to check their phones, so she just kept searching the packed dance floor. Raised platforms crowded with plastic couches and spray painted tables hit her at eye level, but none of the platform heels and combat boots looked familiar. She thought a head of red corkscrews might have belonged to Cecelia, but it was only the changing lights reflecting off bleach blond hair. 

She dipped into the corner where a line of scantily clad girls with lanky legs waited for the bathroom. Ducking beneath the overhead speakers helped dull the noise, and if she climbed up two rungs of the barrier surrounding the DJ’s booth like a fighting ring, she could make out more of the crowd. Four stationary spotlights lit up the corners of the club pulsing red, blue, pink, and purple. A man in leopard print briefs was climbing onto one of the poles there, shredding his policeman’s shirt down the center as a woman in a zebra-print coat eagerly shoved a handful of dollar bills into his underwear. A drag king had his hot pink fedora knocked off by a drunk college student stumbling towards the bathrooms with a hand over his mouth. All over there were faint pinpricks of light followed by subtle releases of vape pen air, adding hints of watermelon and strawberry to the air. 

It was because she stood half-hanging off the DJ’s booth that she caught sight of the three men that entered one after another like the mob. Dressed in all black, they were better suited for a funeral than a club, save for one thing… their wings. 

Y/n blinked in confusion. There had been flyers hung up around the library and grocery stores about some anime convention being held in the city, but this place was a little out of the way for hardcore cosplayers. The most severe looking of the three lifted his nose to the air, then stumbled back in shock. As the strobe lights passed over his awe-struck expression, Y/n caught the glint of knives sheathed across his chest and at his side. 

Fuck. She looked up to the booth, but the DJ and the guys in ripped t-shirts bobbing their heads around him didn’t seem to notice. 

“Hey!” She dropped back onto the floor and tapped the shoulder of a barrel-chested man with the word “security” printed over his shirt in all caps. “I think those three guys brought knives in here.” She pointed in their general direction with one chipped, black fingernail. 

“The fuck?!” He gently pushed her aside, shouting something into his earpiece as he shoved his way into the crowd. People took a second to read the sign on his shirt before parting to make way for him. One guy with bright pink hair and studded lips even tried to kiss him on the cheek as he passed. 

Suddenly, this corner of the club didn’t seem so safe anymore. There was a splash of pale light on the floor as a bottle girl in a black leather catsuit slipped out of the kitchens. She swayed her hips back and forth, a bottle of tequila swishing in its frost-rimmed bottle against her hip. She moved up the stairs to the platform where a private bachelor party was going on, heels clicking like beetle wings rubbing together. Y/n slipped into the shadows closer to the kitchens and waited for someone — anyone — to answer the text she’d typed out with shaky fingers. 

Azriel had never heard music like this before. He didn’t even know such a sound could exist. Someone had weaponized the bass tones so it felt like a punch to the gut. A male’s deep voice, grainy and harsh, was indistinguishable from the crashing of cymbals and a strange, high clang that skittered over steady drums like a stone over water. Through layers of sound he could just make out the soft sighs of a female as she tried to tie the chaos together with her voice. 

All around him were sweaty humans decorated in shiny, colorful clothes that sparkled as they spun and jerked about. He stood a head above most, although every so often a male or female in eight-inch heels would pass by at eye level, looking him up and down like he was a meal and they were starving. 

“Hey there handsome.” Someone had found the courage to slink up to Cassian’s side — a male with pupils blown open wide enough to swallow his pale blue irises. There was alcohol on his breath and something else, something sweet and bitter at the same time. The human male smiled, teeth white and straight. Azriel had never seen a human with teeth so perfect. He was handsome — wiry and slim with a flush to his cheeks that accentuated the smattering of freckles across his tan skin. “Did you come here alone?” Rhysand and Azriel’s presence did not seem to deter him. “Did you want to leave here alone?”

Cassian sputtered in surprise. He’d never been propositioned by a male, let alone a human one. 

“I’m-I’m a mated male.” 

The male raised his brow, taking full stock of the skin-tight leathers Cassian wore. He took a deep drag of an oddly shaped pipe that lit up in the dark. “Ok. If that’s what you’re into.” A cloud of smoke spilled from his mouth — the source of the sweet and bitter smell on his lips. His eyes slid over to Rhysand, who only smirked and stuck a hand into his pocket. “And you? It doesn’t look like you’re into the leather stuff.” Then he seemed to reconsider what he’d said, looking between Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel like he’d figured out the final piece of the puzzle. He blinked in surprise, tipped back his head, and laughed. He was still laughing as he turned and walked away into the crowd. 

“What the hell was that?” Cassian asked. Azriel shrugged, shaking his head. 

“It’s a strange place we’ve landed in,” Rhysand remarked, although the comment was unnecessary. “I expect the strangeness touches everything here. Even the people.” He marveled at the scene before him. The only comparable place in Prythian was Rita’s, but even that paled in comparison to the sight before him. 

Rita’s was a pleasure house with music and drinks to spare, but everything here was… more. The music was louder, the smells an assault to the senses, and the lights changed every second and made the dancers flicker in and out of existence. Even the people seemed to have more substance to them, more color. 

Azriel loved it.

He loved the uneven floors that sucked at the bottoms of his shoes, the pulsing lights that made his eyes swim, and the sound blaring in his ears that drowned out all other thoughts. And something in the air smelled crisp and sweet to him, despite all the other competing scents that had Cassian and Rhysand wrinkling their nose in distaste. 

He strained his neck to catch better hold of the scent. His shadows clung to his body like children, hiding in the folds of his leathers. This world was not made for them, and they worried that if they strayed too far they would be left behind. 

Amren had warned them that this world was different, that its magic was different. But she hadn’t been here in thousands upon thousands of years. Who was to say what had changed in her absence and what had stayed the same?

Get in. Find what you need. Get out. Had been Nesta’s command before strumming The Harp. That’s how the three brothers had found themselves at the end of a narrow lane with boxes of metal and brick on either side. The club had been a logical next step — it was the only establishment that still whispered of life in the otherwise dead neighborhood. 

One shadow dared to explore the club, slipping past a broad-shouldered man with a scowling face and sniffing at half-full glasses of liquor with bright umbrellas laying against their salt-coated rims. Then it had caught sight of something that had it scurrying back to its master. 

Mate. The lone shadow hissed into Azriel’s ear. Mate. 

Azriel’s fluttering bird heart dove into his stomach, carrying with it all reason and restraint. There was no possible way… no. No? Right? 

Az? Rhysand steadied his brother as he stumbled back. 

She’s here? Azriel breathed. If it weren’t for his powers, Rhysand would never have heard the soft sigh escape Azriel’s lips as he searched the crowd desperately. Azriel tipped his head back, breathing in the comforting scent that held new meaning. My mate. She’s here.

What?!

Azriel ignored Rhys and dove into the crowd, head swiveling this way and that as he tried to find a familiar face he’d never seen before.

Az! Wait! But his brother was gone, and the crowd closed over the empty space he’d left behind like a healing wound. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Rhysand cursed. 

“Hey man! Where did you get your wings? They’re fucking awesome!” A plump male with cornflower blue hair and matching eyeliner piped up from behind Cassian’s back. Cassian whirled around in anger, feeling the ghost of a finger slide down his spine. No one touched his wings without his say. No one. 

The male startled back in fear. Upon seeing Cassian at his full height, he cowered against the wall, clutching a crinkled red cup against his chest. Cassian blinked in surprise. The male was wearing a black and white dress, the starched apron and collar crisp and clean. 

“Someone call the police. Now!” Someone hissed behind him.

“What seems to be the problem?” Rhysand spoke coolly. At the moment Cassian turned back to Rhysand, the maiden-male scuttled away and upstairs into the cold night. Rhysand examined his fingernails, an action that had the guard’s ruddy face turning white as he saw they were armed to the teeth.

The male’s arms hung loose and ready at his sides like two boulders, fists opening and closing slowly. “You guys need to leave. And before you say anything — I don’t give a shit if those weapons are fake or part of some Halloween costume, you can not bring them here.” 

“What fool would carry fake weapons?” Cassian asked seriously. 

The male’s face lost even more color. “Out. Now.” 

“There’s no need for—” Rhysand’s brows shot towards his hairline, violet eyes flickering up like a cat’s. Cassian, I can’t control him. 

His brother’s eyes widened. What do you mean? 

His mind — I can’t get into it. 

He’s only human!

Clearly.

The male moved forward then to grab at the knife hanging from Cassian’s side and on instinct, Cassian swung. His fist met the corner of the male’s jaw cleanly and he sank like a stone, crumbling to the floor. 

A female with glowing white lips nearby let out a strangled shriek, twisting her ankle as she grabbed her friend and sprinted towards the glowing red exit sign. All around her people began taking notice of the guard’s dark shape on the black floor and the two males that hovered over him, knives sparkling in the ever changing lights. 

I had hoped that the humans would not notice, Cassian explained. More alarmed cries erupted around them. He leaned down, carefully checking the male’s pulse. He was still alive, just knocked out cold. 

The music dimmed and then went out completely leaving an empty hole in the air that blew against the back of Cassian’s neck. Overhead lights turned on shortly after, burning with a fluorescence that had everyone hissing in pain. 

Things looked much better in the dark. In the dark no one noticed the sticky stains littering the floor, or the gum wrappers, and plastic straws, and crushed cups; the dusty strobe lights and haphazard paint jobs that left the walls bubbling with air pockets. They were also less likely to notice the three fae in their midst — 6-foot-everything and looking like they stepped out of the world’s most expensive LARPing tournament. It didn’t help that Cassian was kneeling over the man he just rendered unconscious. 

Confusion led to confused panicking, and then plain panic as people began pushing towards the exits in droves. 

I think they noticed. Rhysand looked over the crowd as they fluttered around him, but try as he might, he couldn’t enter anyone’s minds. Not even one. He didn’t like the oily vulnerability that followed, naked and unnerving. 

Cassian slung the unconscious male over his shoulder before he could be trampled beneath pairs of dusty white sneakers and stripper heels. Then it would seem it’s time for us to leave.

Where are you? Azriel cursed at no god in particular. He didn’t know which of them existed in this realm, if any did at all. 

This way. His shadows whispered, urging him towards the back corner of the club.

A battered door swung open and shut to the rhythms of females in skintight leather carrying chilled bottles in their hands. Thousands of signatures had been scrawled against the door in neon paint, and Azriel watched one of the females sign her name — Ava — in bright orange before kissing the door and slipping inside to grab another bottle. 

Just to the right of the door stood another female in ripped stockings. Bright blue glitter painted her eyes and cheeks. She bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet, playing with a hole in her sleeve as she held a shiny black box up to her ear. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY LEFT?! I’M THE DESIGNATED DRIVER!” She yelled into the box. Her eyes kept shifting over the club. Her lipstick, already blurred from time and dancing, smeared further as she bit her lip. A swipe of her sleeve on her cheek left a faint trail of plum-colored lipstick. She slammed her finger down on the box and for one moment, the glow it let off shot across her eyes. She looked close to tears. 

Azriel froze, feeling a pressure in his chest tighten and then burst apart. He felt her fear — her anger at being abandoned by her so-called friends. It was more overwhelming than the music. If it weren’t for the thin crowd of strangers in front of him blocking his path, he might have dropped to his knees and crawled to her. 

Mate. The bond sang in his chest. Mate. 

Screams broke through the music, high and panicked, and the magic of the moment crashed all around him. The darkness broke, harsh white light colliding with them and rendering the glitters and colors the humans adorned pale and lifeless. But not his mate. She sparkled brighter in the resulting chaos, eyes narrowing in a dare as she caught Azriel staring. She was a prey animal ready to bolt. A worm preparing to turn and reveal its teeth. 

Sharp cracks of plastic on linoleum rattled the ground as leather-clad women sprinted for the kitchen door brandishing empty bottles like weapons. Y/n raced after them. 

The door flapped shut behind her before Azriel had the sense to move his feet and follow, calling out, “Wait! Please!” 

He was doing this very poorly. He knew better than to chase a female like this. Sickness twisted in his stomach as he slammed into metal doors and ran through hallways crowded with glass bottles, aluminum cans, and wrinkly lemons stacked precariously in wooden crates. 

To your right. A shadow whispered in his ear.

Azriel slid to a stop in front of a heavy metal door, its edges frosted over with cold. 

It locks from the outside.

Azriel ripped the door off its hinges and was blasted in the face by a wave of cold. Frigid air curled out of the edges of the room and slithered over the floor like smoke. A young female in a pink tutu yelped in surprise and dove for the corner of the room, hiding behind racks of beer bottles. It wasn’t his mate. 

She was just a frightened female who’d hidden in the fridge, not knowing she was trapping herself in the process. 

“Here.” Azriel said, quickly ripping a coat off the wall hook and tossing it towards her. She reached for it with shaking hands and lips, mumbling out a confused “Thank you?” as Azriel turned and hurried away. The door was no more. She could walk out of the freezer whenever she pleased now. 

Azriel chased after his mate’s scent, stumbling through grey, blank hallways that belonged to the insurance company next door. He strained his ears to hear the tell-tale pounding of her boots, but came up empty. A dull red light told Azriel to “EXIT” as he pushed against a door groaning from rust and disuse. 

He was outside once again, breathing in car exhaust and restaurant refuse.

And something sweet. 

He heard the rush of air a second too late. 

A bottle slammed into the side of his face, cracking and cutting his skin. Tequila washed over the wounds. It burned like a bitch. 

Azriel didn’t let out a groan of pain, but he did stumble, landing on his right knee with a twinge of soreness.

The female — his mate — stared at him in horror as blood began to pool at his temple and drip down the line of his jaw. She held the shattered neck of the bottle in her hands. Her shoes were gone, toes curling against the pavement with cold. 

Gods, she was beautiful. 

Cassian was a blur of movement, knocking the bottle out of her hand and wrapping his arms around her arms. She screamed, squatting down before shooting back up and locking her knees. The top of her head slammed into Cassian’s nose. A brutal, bloody crack had Cassian stumbling back, gripping his nose.

“FUCK!” He swore. 

She whipped around and sprayed a mist in his eyes that had him cursing like a madman and slapping the palms of his hands over his eyes. 

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” 

Rhysand stepped forward and cornered her against the wall. Violet eyes glittered with something bordering fury and amusement. 

“No.” Azriel moved between Rhys and his mate before she could spray him too. “No one touches her.” 

Rhys backed up immediately. This is her?

It’s her. 

He could hear her heartbeat quicker than a rabbit as she flattened herself against the wall, holding her spray out in warning. Cassian moaned in annoyance, wiping the tears that kept leaking out of his eyes.

I do not like the humans in this world. Cassian complained, sniffling. Even his nose burned.

As if Nesta wouldn’t have done this given the chance. Rhysand said. 

…I see your point. Cassian muttered. 

Be careful around this one. 

Because she’s a menace?

Rhysand smirked, flicking dust off the sleeve of his jacket. Because she’s Azriel’s mate.

Cassian straightened. His eyes darted back and forth between Rhysand, the blood dripping from Azriel’s head, and the human female. 

Oh. Cassian thought, suddenly embarrassed. We have… not made a good first impression. 

You think?! Azriel all but growled. 

Her fight or flight response was running out — her energy draining. She could feel it in her leaden limbs and the faint slowing of her heartbeat as the three men kept looking around like they were seeing each other for the first time. 

And they kept looking at her in mixtures of shock, concern, and — surprisingly — affection. 

What sick fuckery is this? She dug her fingernails into the brick, searching for cracks like she might be able to pull out a piece and throw it at them, or find some hidden portal through the wall and back into the safety of the inside. 

Were they going to kidnap her? Was she about to be shoved into a bag and tossed into some dingy trunk? But then why the wings? It was too dark to see them in their entirety, but they looked meticulous and expensive and very memorable — not ideal for kidnapping. Was this a LARPING thing? Were they Satanists? Was that how this worked?

The one in front turned. The one she’d attacked with a bargain bottle of tequila. The blood had stopped flowing and darkened against his tan skin. Hazel eyes, bright and piercing as a copper penny, looked out from a face made of elegant, serious lines. His was not a face that smiled often, beautiful as it was. The burly, rugged one looked like he was made for laughing. Smile lines gently graced his cheeks and temples. But maybe those were scars. He sported many of them, like pale whiskers over his skin. The third was the most put together of the three. Instead of strange, leather armor, he wore a suit of velvet over something stiff and protective that hugged his trim waist and broad shoulders, and his eyes were violet, not hazel. 

The elegant, unsmiling one coughed awkwardly, shifting to hide his wings. Shockingly, they slid closed behind his back, the movement so smooth it looked real. 

“I am…” His voice was a deep, gentle caress. “I am so very sorry. I did not mean to frighten you as I did. Please, forgive me.” He was… alarmingly polite, and his accent was… pleasant, although impossible to place — all soft rolls of the tongue complimented by the rich timbre of his voice. “ Please.” He spoke the last word quietly, urgently. 

Y/n said nothing. Her arm was beginning to get sore from holding out the bottle of pepper spray. Although, it can’t have been that effective if the rugged one was already recovered. Maybe it had expired without her realizing? 

“My name is Azriel,” the man spoke again quickly and gently. Even his name sounded odd. “And this is Cassian—” He pointed to the burly one,“And Rhysand.” The last of the men tilted his head in a mock bow. 

“A pleasure.” The violet-eyed one said. Rhysand’s voice was weighed down with sultry charm. He purred the words more than spoke them. 

“Pleasure,” Cassian copied, gruff but kind. 

Y/n remained silent. Somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed. The pretty one — Azriel — stepped forward and pulled out a sleek, small blade from the belt about his waist. Y/n was about to spray him in the face when he twisted the blade so that the handle faced her.

“This will do more damage than the little bottle you carry,” he promised. “I hope this will make you more trusting of me. I swear to do you no harm. I’ll even make a bargain, if it would make you trust me long enough to explain.” His wings twitched nervously and Y/n found she couldn’t draw her eyes away from them and how real they looked. 

The three men kept looking at each other furtively. Conversations, complex and unknowable, hide in every twitch of their eyes.

“Speak out loud,” Azriel snarled at them finally. “You’re frightening her.” 

Rhysand smiled apologetically at the female. “We need to leave. Now. You can hear the humans coming as well as I can.” 

Y/n bristled at that, and a detached feeling of horror came over her. “Are you not… are you not human?” 

Cassian gawked at her, speaking his wings out far and wide. “Do the humans of this world have wings?” 

She sputtered to answer, fear giving way to curiosity. Azriel took advantage of that, moving close enough that he slid the blade into her hand. It was a cool, welcome weight against her hot, sweaty skin. Up close she saw he had freckles dotting the high corners of his cheeks and that his hair came alive with dark tendrils of smoke that wafted off his skin like steam. They wrapped around her and she heard their strange whispers in her ears like white noise. 

“We’re not human. We’re not even from this world.” The sirens were only a block away now and Azriel swore beneath his breath. More of those dark tendrils shot out like shadows and dulled the noises of incoming fire trucks, cop cars, and EMTs. “I swear to you that I will explain more, but we must go. Please.” He took hold of her wrist, angling the blade he’d given her right beneath his last rib. 

It was a dramatic declaration — if she wanted to kill him and run away, he would let her. 

Y/n swallowed thickly, her mind thick with fog and the dying embers of adrenaline. “I—I parked a few blocks down that way. I can take us somewhere else.” 

Azriel breathed a sigh of relief and she pulled away from him, taking with her any shred of comfort he’d felt since coming to this world. 

Somehow they managed to walk the quarter of a mile to her car without being stopped once by another living soul. She suspected it had to do with the shadows that now poured off of Azriel’s skin and trailed after her. She could feel them licking at her heels like curious dogs… or blood thirsty wolves. 

She gripped the knife tightly in her hand, stretching her fingers to wrap around the steering wheel as she drove through familiar roads on autopilot. Azriel watched her curiously as she stopped at a red light and clicked her blinker on. 

None of the men looked comfortable squished into her tiny sedan, wings tucked in so tight they cramped. Cassian’s boot was stretched out on the center console, almost reaching the gear shift. Rhysand was hunched over in the back seat, pressing his forehead against the cool metal of the headrest in front of him to keep from getting sick. 

“What is this cursed thing?” He grumbled, then promptly shut up when Y/n took them down a local road with craters that had them jolting and jerking for a mile. “This metal box… I do not like it.” 

Azriel and Cassian ignored their brother. Az was too busy paying attention to his mate and politely explaining the complexity of their situation, and Cassian was too busy looking out the window at the houses that passed by. He could hear the unfamiliar hum of electricity like a dragonfly's wings. 

By the time she pulled the sedan down a beaten road to a quiet, homely one-bedroom house, her mind was swimming with words and phrases she could barely string together — Koschei, fae, Illyrians, seers. It was worse than when she’d spent two all-nighters cramming for an exam in college fueled by nothing but Red Bull and desperation. 

Before the keys were even out of the ignition, Rhysand was spilling out of the car and breathing in gasps of clean, woodsy air. Gravel crunched under his feet. Once this road had been paved, but time and weather had broken up the asphalt until only chunky black rocks remained. Green grass, not yet killed off by Autumn frost, grew in uneven tufts up to Y/n’s squat, brown-sided house, skirting around the makeshift garden in the backyard before disappearing into the woods beyond. Neighboring homes inched as close as they could to the main road, half-submerged in golden brown trees that trembled in the wind. 

The porch steps creaked, flexing in the center like backs ready to break, but they’d recently been cleaned and painted over with a fresh coat of white. The front door had been given similar treatment, although it was painted green. A small Autumn wreath hung from a nail. 

Y/n fumbled with the keys, fingers shaking and numb from the cold. 

“Here,” Azriel murmured, gently taking them from her. His shadows could have unlocked the front door in less than a second, but he was in no mood to test his mate’s patience and understanding. The fact that she’d driven them to her home in the dead of night was testament to the uneasy trust she’d placed in them. 

A disgruntled meow greeted them as they filed into the short and narrow entryway. Cassian bumped into the entry dresser with his wings and nearly jumped out of his skin when the dark monstrosity that sat by a ceramic dish full of rings hissed. 

It was the fattest cat Cassian had ever seen. 

Acidic yellow-green eyes narrowed at him, as if sensing his judgment, and the cat’s whiskers twitched along with its pink button nose. 

“Jefferson, be nice.” Y/n reprimanded the cat, scooping up its rotund body into her arms. The cat swatted her shoulder once, then consented to being held. He did not like strangers in his house, even if they were Y/n’s guests. “This is Jefferson.” She looked behind her back to the rest of the house. “And this is my home.” 

She busied herself preparing for her unexpected guests. She scoured the bathroom closet for spare toothbrushes, towels, and lotions, and pulled out the thickest blankets she could find. One person could sleep on the pull out couch, the other two would have to fight for the best spot on the floor. 

Azriel watched her as she moved. It was not a large house — it was barely even a cottage — and it took his shadows a short time to familiarize themselves with your home. 

A lumpy couch, wicker armchair, and coffee table made up the living room, tied together by a retro rug that may have once been white, but was now a respectable beige. Four mismatched chairs huddled around a scratched wooden table near the kitchen, one of which carried a stuffy cushion that held the imprint of Jefferson’s soft body. 

The cat watched them from the kitchen counter with its piercing eyes, and did not seem at all concerned when a stray shadow wound around its tail. 

Pathetic. All of them! Were the cat’s thoughts. Master will not like this.

His eyes did soften when Y/n returned from her bedroom, arms heavy with blankets and sheets and pillows. Azriel quickly relieved her of her burden, promising that they’d spent nights in worse conditions than a heated house with bedding and clean floors. 

She seemed charmed by that and almost smiled. Almost.

“There’s leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry, and the bathroom’s by the front door. I’ve already put some toothbrushes and towels in there if you need them.”

“Thank you,” Azriel said softly, tilting his head in a faint bow. His brothers followed suit before busying themselves laying out blankets and pillows like they’d done this a thousand times before — which they had. 

Y/n nodded curtly and swept a judgmental Jefferson into her arms before disappearing into her room. Azriel heard the lock click into place and the rummaging of drawers as she pulled out an extra can of pepper spray, a pair of scissors, and the three knives she’d taken from the kitchen. She bolted her windows and drew the curtains closed and even stuffed a towel into the space beneath her doors just in case.  

She was meticulous and careful despite her generosity, and Azriel found himself smitten at her resourcefulness. 

Stop thinking about her and go the fuck to sleep, Az. Cassian grumbled. He could feel the longing dripping off of Azriel’s shoulders. She’ll feel more comfortable if she knows we’re asleep. 

How much would you like to bet she kills us in the night? Rhysand asked, and then seemed amused by the prospect of it. 

I’d worry more about the cat. Cassian chuckled. Then he turned over onto his stomach and was out like a light. Centuries spent in war camp barracks and makeshift battlefield tents had taught him to steal sleep wherever and whenever he could. 

Rhysand was quick to follow suit, although centuries as a High Lord had pampered him just a little. 

Azriel stayed awake, waiting to hear your heartbeat and breathing slow to a comfortable pace. But it never happened. Not even as the sunlight trickled in and touched the light-bleached floors. 

[evan-collins90]

The first Torrid store - Brea Mall - Brea, CA (Opened April 18, 2001)

Designed by JGA, Inc. 

From the book: “The retailer, Hot Topic, based in City of Industry, CA, started a short 12 years ago with a concept and a target market; cutting edge apparel, accessories and novelty items--all inspired by alternative music, oriented towards a hip and trendy, teenage market. Hot Topic changed the look of their retail settings, which are usually located in mainstream malls, and the company has recently taken aim at another special market. The new focus is on plus-size teens; an area that the fashion market seems to have neglected. 

Up until this time the 15-30 year old hip and trendy young women who wear sizes 14-26 had no other choice but to shop in the larger size women's shops where the fashions were tailored to the more matronly and conservative tastes. That is how Torrid was born! 

Torrid was introduced in a new, hot and fun retail setting designed by JGA, Inc. of Southfield, MI which has designed the various prototypes for the Hot Topic stores as well. To be sure of the need for such a niche to be filled, the company opened five Torrid shops almost simultaneously; the first in Brea, CA, followed by stores in malls in Mission Viejo, CA, Annapolis, MD, Omaha, NE, N. Attleboro, MA, and Littleton, CO. The merchandise offerings are clustered as "Streetwear," "Clubwear," Rockabilly Wear," and Renaissance Wear" and the stores average about 2,750 SF. Besides the "everyday" slacks and novelty T-shirts, these larger size young women can find black vinyl pants and mini-skirts, black corsets, dog-collar chokers and platform shoes as well as retro-inspired clothing and accessories. In addition to the gothic and prom dresses, Torrid also carries a full line of lingerie for this particular market. Listening to the target market, Hot Topic's Torrid offers teenagers and up the opportunity to look "girly yet fierce." 

The design objective for the prototype store that was designed by JGA, Inc. was to create "a celebration of abundance" and make the setting as unique, unconventional and spirited as the plus-size young women who will be shopping here. Inspired by a "mythological, after-hours club in New Orleans," the atmosphere is romantic, dark and filled with a sense of "unbridled passion." "From the signature flaming heart icon to the curving voluptuous lines throughout the store, excessive materials and scale mirror the zest of the Torrid woman." It starts out front with the shopper-stopping facade which serves as a dramatic gateway to the store. 

The curvaceous and sensuous "hourglass" figures of the Torrid customer is expressed in the hand-crafted metalwork and the backlit translucent glass glowing red. A "drippy" red chandelier and the hand blown flaming heart torcheres add to the store's distinctive sense of place and being. The mosaic porcelain tile floor sets the color palette of jewel tones and metallics. "Visually complex, layers of finishes and architectural pieces evoke a one-of-a-kind artistic flavor." The eclectic mix of fixtures, furniture and furnishings-even the armoires--add to the New Orleans flavor. The hand painted, whimsical and overscaled armoires or cabinets are used to anchor the various zones within the store and at the center of the space a large bronze metallic drape further divides the departments.

The designers added special touches to each area to create that unique, one-of-a-kind feeling to the design. Specially designed, oversized red sculptured chairs with slatted backs are featured in the shoe area. Shoes and accessories are displayed on the slatted backs. The lingerie area takes on a more intimate and exotic--almost Moroccan--feeling with the hand blown glass chandeliers suspended down from large plaster domes. Seen behind this area--beyond a hand painted wall and arc--are the individual, oversized dressing rooms which are equipped with flattering uplights and decorative chandeliers that are visible from other parts of the store. The cash wrap becomes a "focal fantasy" in the total design and it resembles a giant canopy bed topped with twisting shapes and forms.

The space is filled with a pulsating excitement that is so appropriate for the merchandise and the young clientele. In addition to the shimmering palette of rich, deep colors, the warm colored downlights not only enrich the ambient colors and textures but they enhance the merchandise display. The traditional long and narrow mall space is broken up into more personal and individual zones by the variations in ceiling heights, the tin ceilings, finials and the assorted wall coverings. The use of brocades, metallics, and jewel tones on the walls also help to differentiate areas in the store. The metal fixture system--tortoise shell like in appearance--was customized to accommodate the products unique size and length requirements.

If all goes as well as anticipated we can expect to see more and more Torrid shops opening up across the USA- maybe even as many as 700 outlets!”

Images and text were scanned from the book, Stores of the Year 14 by Martin Pegler (2003)

[homunculus-argument]

I'm impressed by those insults that just look like completely random assortments of words on the initial first glance, but you have to pause and break apart the various elements of it, and consider their cultural context, like you would look at an abstract painting. I would call these pseudo- word salad insults, because despite of the seeming surface similarity, they're actually remarkably coherent. Let's take an example I encountered recently: "some goth-flavoured grippy sock gorilla glue bitch."

Now, for audience inconvenience, I'll break this down in the order of how clear each segment is, instead of linear older. "Bitch" goes somewhat without saying, here mainly indicating a female person that the person who composed the insult has little or no respect for.

Goth is a fairly commonly known subculture, distinct for their dramatic, dark and elaborate clothing style. But goth-flavoured here implies that the person in question is not a true goth, but simply wears some of the fashion elements. As the more edgy, risque and provocative accessory and clothing choices somewhat influenced by the subculture have gotten trendy in fast fashion, it's plausible to conclude that this refers to the woman wearing dog collar chokers and fishnet stockings, and not corsets and petticoats.

Getting progressively more abstract in insult form, "gorilla glue" is an american brand of super glue that's remarkably efficient, durable, and also in my own experience, sticks to fucking everything, whether you want it to or not. So in this context, it would imply a person who becomes emotionally attached extremely quickly, to essentially anyone they come in contact with.

Grippy socks are a somewhat common term for the type of socks with slip-proof rubber sole on the bottom, used for safety in some hospital settings, but in mentally ill meme culture have been associated mainly with psychiatric wards. Therefore, in this context, implying that the person in question has at least at one point in their life been committed to a psych ward.

So put back together from the separate elements, this initially seemingly random collection of words comes back together as "woman (whom I have no respect for) who dresses provocatively and has such an intense and unstable attachment style that it poses a danger either to herself or others, to the point of it being aknowledged as a sign of serious mental illness." Which makes it a distinct, descriptive and brutal insult, and probably offensive to people with borderline personality disorder.

[i-upset-to-dead-65]

My predictions for for 2024: chronically online edition

- Heated debate on if collars on cats and dogs are animal abuse. Just like, regular collars

- Some really obscure kink becomes trendy

- Someone on tiktok starts stealing bones and tumblr users get mad bc they did it first

- A new MLM becomes super trendy on tiktok

- Temu advertises a corpse for $5.99

- An influencer gets murdered and for weeks the true crime girlies eat it up until it comes out that it was a hoax

- Booktok doxxes a minor

- JKR seen with Elon Musk.

- An influencer's kid actually sells someone fentanyl

- One of the white boys of the month from 2023 gets canceled

- Pedro Pascal voices an animated character that everyone immediately lusts after (new tumblr sexyman)

- New tiktok filter shows you your exact coordinates.

- A TERF dies from brain damage

- New conspiracy theory about the sun but it's not Geocentric theory

- An influencer goes on a trip to Gaza (Mr. Beast maybe)

- Discourse on whether or not it's ethical to verbally abuse your AI girlfriend

[rubberizer92]

Matteo glances down at his phone, a nervous smile playing across his lips. The app on his phone, "RubberDate," has been nothing but a source of amusement and confusion to him. He'd never associated rubber with anything but kinky nightclubs, and yet here he is, meeting the man he's been chatting with for the past few weeks. The man had only shared images of himself in a stunningly tight, yet super glossy black rubber brief in all sorts of everyday situations: cooking dinner, walking the dog, even sitting at his desk at work. It was captivating, to say the least.

As he steps out of the taxi, Matteo takes a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the bustling city street. He spots his date immediately, standing outside a trendy coffee shop. Even from a distance, Matteo can't help but notice the man's impressive physique, on display in the form-fitting rubber brief. He feels a strange stirring in his groin as he approaches.

"Matteo?" the man asks, his voice smooth and confident. Matteo nods, feeling a blush creep up his neck. "It's nice to finally meet you." They shake hands, and Matteo is struck by how warm the man's grip is, despite the chill in the air. "I brought you something," he says, handing over a small, elegantly wrapped package. Matteo's curiosity is piqued. He thanks his date and finds a quiet bench to sit down on, eager to see what's inside.

As he carefully unwraps the package, his heart begins to race. Inside is the most stunningly tight, shiny black rubber brief he's ever seen. It's almost painfully obvious that it was made for his date's body. He can't help but wonder why he's been given such an intimate gift. He picks up the brief, feeling its smooth, slick surface beneath his fingertips. It's almost like touching liquid rubber. He slips it on, and as he does, he feels a surge of arousal course through him.

"How does it feel?" his date asks, his voice low and seductive. Matteo takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's... amazing," he manages to say. "It feels so... right." He looks up at his date, feeling a newfound attraction that he can't quite explain.

[travelif3]

Are there any pet-friendly hotels in Paris?

s, there are many pet-friendly hotels in Paris. Here are a few of the best:

Hôtel Jeanne d'Arc Le Marais is a charming hotel in the heart of the Marais district. It is pet-friendly and allows dogs of any size for no additional fee. The hotel has a lovely courtyard garden where your dog can play, and it is also within walking distance of many of Paris's most popular attractions.

Hotel Le Placide is a small, boutique hotel in the 6th arrondissement. It is pet-friendly and allows dogs (or cats) of any size for no additional fee. The hotel is located in a quiet area, close to the Luxembourg Gardens and the Latin Quarter.

Novotel Paris Les Halles is a large, modern hotel in the heart of the city. It is pet-friendly and allows dogs of up to 20kg for a fee of €15 per night. The hotel has a fitness center, a sauna, and a swimming pool, and it is within walking distance of many of Paris's most popular attractions.

Hôtel Maison Mère is a charming hotel in the 7th arrondissement? It is pet-friendly and allows dogs of up to 15kg for a fee of €15 per night. The hotel is located in a quiet area, close to the Eiffel Tower and the Champs-Élysées.

Hôtel Le Millie Rose is a small, boutique hotel in the 9th arrondissement. It is pet-friendly and allows dogs of any size for a fee of €15 per night. The hotel is located in a trendy area, close to the Grands Boulevards and the Moulin Rouge.

When choosing a pet-friendly hotel in Paris, it is important to consider the size of your pet, the type of accommodations you are looking for, and your budget. It is also a good idea to read reviews of pet-friendly hotels before making a reservation.

Here are a few additional tips for traveling with your pet to Paris:

Make sure your pet has all of its vaccinations up to date.

Bring a copy of your pet's vaccination records with you.

Pack a supply of food and water for your pet.

Bring a leash and collar for your pet.

Be sure to pick up after your pet.

Paris is a beautiful city that is full of things to see and do. With a little planning, you can easily enjoy your trip with your pet.

[bootzycouture]

Welcome to Bootzy Couture, where we specialize in providing high-quality, luxurious pet fashion for your furry friends. Our website offers a wide range of stylish and trendy products for pets, including dog fashion, Diamond Dog Collar, dog leashes, pet accessories, pet couture, pet clothing, and couture dog accessories.

At Bootzy Couture, we understand that pets are an essential part of our lives and deserve to be treated with the utmost care and attention. That's why we offer only the best products that are both stylish and comfortable for your pets. Whether you're looking for a chic collar or a trendy outfit, we have it all.

Our collection of pet fashion is designed with the latest trends in mind. We use only the finest materials, including high-quality leather, silk, and other luxurious fabrics, to ensure that your pet looks and feels their best. Our products are perfect for any occasion, whether you're going out for a walk, a fancy dinner, or a special event.

At Bootzy Couture, we believe that every pet deserves to be pampered and spoiled. That's why we offer a range of luxury pet fashion items that are sure to make your furry friend feel like royalty. From custom-made collars to handcrafted accessories, we have everything you need to make your pet stand out from the crowd.

We take pride in providing exceptional customer service and support. Our team is dedicated to helping you find the perfect product for your pet, and we're always here to answer any questions you may have. So, shop with confidence at Bootzy Couture and give your pet the style and luxury they deserve!

[georgiasstyle]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Women’s EUC Vintage Look LOFT size Medium Trendy Large Button Jean Jacket.

[iconiccds]

Elevate Your Rocky Mountain Dog Style with These Must-Have Accessories

Are you looking to add a touch of flair to your furry friend's wardrobe? Look no further than Rocky Mountain Dog, where you can find a wide selection of accessories to elevate your dog's style and make them the talk of the town. From stylish collars and leashes to cozy jackets and boots, we have everything you need to keep your pup looking fashionable and feeling comfortable.

The Importance of Dog Accessories

Just like humans, dogs can benefit from accessories that not only enhance their appearance but also serve a practical purpose. Collars and leashes are essential for keeping your dog safe and secure during walks, while clothes and boots can provide protection from the elements and keep them warm and cozy. 

By investing in quality dog accessories for your pup, you can ensure that they not only look good but also stay safe and comfortable.

Stylish Collars and Leashes

One of the easiest ways to elevate your dog's style is with a fashionable collar and leash. At Rocky Mountain Dog, you can find a variety of designs to suit every taste, from classic leather collars to colourful patterned options. 

Not only do these accessories make a fashion statement, but they also provide a practical function by allowing you to control and restrain your dog during walks.

Canadian Rockies Dog Leash

The Fashion Statement: Stylish Bandanas

Add a touch of flair to your dog's ensemble with our stylish bandanas. Whether you prefer bold prints or classic patterns, we have a wide selection to choose from. Not only do bandanas add a pop of colour to your dog's outfit, but they also serve a practical purpose by keeping your pup's neck warm and protected. Plus, they are easy to slip on and off, making them a versatile accessory for any occasion.

Chic Leashes and Collars

Make a statement on your daily walks with our chic leashes and collars. Choose from a variety of materials, including leather, nylon, and even denim, to suit your dog's individual style. Not only are our leashes and collars fashionable, but they are also durable and comfortable for both you and your furry friend. 

With options ranging from studded collars to personalized tags, you can customize your dog's look to match their personality.

Stylish Jackets and Sweaters

Keep your Rocky Mountain Dog warm and cozy during the colder months with our stylish jackets and sweaters. Whether you're hitting the trails or strolling through town, our collection of outerwear will keep your pup snug and stylish. 

Choose from trendy puffer jackets, classic knitted sweaters, or even festive holiday attire to keep your dog looking fresh and fashionable all year round.

Sporty Accessories for the Active Pup

For the adventurous and active Rocky Mountain Dog, we offer a range of sporty accessories to elevate their outdoor adventures. From reflective harnesses for nighttime walks to durable hiking boots for rocky terrain, our collection of active gear will keep your pup safe and stylish on all your outdoor excursions. So, gear up and get ready to hit the trails with your sporty sidekick in style.

Canadian Rockies Martingale Clip Collar

Cozy Jackets and Boots

When the temperatures drop, it's important to keep your dog warm and protected from the elements. Our cozy jackets are designed to keep your furry friend snug and stylish, whether you're out for a walk in the park or hitting the trails. 

And don't forget about boots to protect your dog's paws from rough terrain, sharp rocks, and harsh weather conditions. With our selection of high-quality boots, you can ensure that your pup's feet stay healthy and happy.

Treat Your Pup to Some Bling

For those special occasions when your dog needs to dress to impress, why not treat them to some bling? Our selection of accessories includes sparkling rhinestone collars, bowties, and bandanas that will make your dog stand out in the crowd. Whether you're celebrating a birthday or a holiday, or just want to show off your pup's personality, adding a touch of bling is the perfect way to elevate their style and make a statement.

RMD Biothane Leashes

Final Thoughts

When it comes to dressing up your dog, Rocky Mountain Dog has everything you need to elevate their style and make them the most fashionable pup in town. From stylish collars and leashes to cozy jackets and boots, we have a wide selection of accessories to suit every taste and budget. 

Treat your furry friend to some bling, keep them warm with a cozy jacket, and ensure their safety with quality collars and leashes. With our must-have accessories, your dog will be turning heads wherever they go.

FAQs

1. What size should I choose for my dog’s jacket or sweater? 

You should measure your dog’s chest, neck, and back length to determine the best fit. Rocky Mountain Dog provides a sizing chart for each item, so be sure to reference it to select the appropriate size for your dog.

2. Are the collars and leashes durable for active dogs? 

Yes, Rocky Mountain Dog's collars and leashes are made from durable materials like leather, nylon, and other sturdy fabrics to withstand daily use and the rough and tumble of active dogs.

3. Can I personalize my dog’s collar or leash? 

Yes, many of the collars and leashes from Rocky Mountain Dog can be customized with your dog's name or other personal details, adding a unique and personal touch to their accessories.

4. How do I know if my dog needs boots? 

If your dog frequently walks on rough terrain, sharp rocks, or in extreme weather conditions like snow or hot pavement, boots can protect their paws from injury and discomfort. Rocky Mountain Dog offers boots designed for these types of conditions.

5. Are the bandanas comfortable for daily wear? 

Yes, Rocky Mountain Dog's bandanas are designed to be lightweight and easy to wear, providing both comfort and style. They slip on and off easily and won’t restrict your dog's movement.

6. Do the jackets and sweaters provide enough warmth for cold climates? 

Absolutely. The jackets and sweaters are designed to provide warmth during colder months, especially if you live in areas with harsh winters. They come in different materials like puffer jackets and knitted sweaters, ensuring your dog stays warm while looking fashionable.

[mythriftedfinds]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Addition Elle Love & Legend Faux Fur Faux Leather Jacket Size 1X.

[mirm3a]

«The embrace of a sleepless city»

My city never sleeps. It throbs ceaselessly, day and night alike, its breath choked with the fumes of automobiles. The thoroughfares are brimming with pedestrians, each harbouring their own narrative deep within. They slowly merge into a unified entity, propelled by instinct rather than reason, finding solace in the company of others.

I observe retirees lining up at the municipal clinic, white-collar workers hurrying to their offices in the business district, anxious parents seeing their children off to school and kindergarten, security guards escorting dignitaries to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs…

Amidst all this, I find solace in a quaint park at the heart of the metropolis, where scant trees provide me with respite from the relentless sun. Its beams are reflected off the tranquil surface of the pond. A refreshing breeze caresses my cheeks. I succumb to drowsiness, but it is brief — my slumber is abruptly disrupted by a cacophony of discordant sounds. Teenagers nearby were engrossed in their videos on TikTok. My gaze is drawn to the badges adorned upon their backpacks, bearing names of anime series I have neither watched nor even encountered. We share a common tongue, yet, curiously, I fail to comprehend a single word.

The sky slowly changed its color to scarlet as the cafes on the trendy street came to life. They were bustling with crowds of young people, both wealthy and not, dressed in trendy clothes that sometimes bordered on good taste. I ordered some coffee. A jovial trio, consisting of a couple and their child, took a seat beside me, clad in garments of the most delicate pink, evocative of freshly unwrapped Barbie dolls. The little girl clutched a fluffy black dog in her arms. I smiled as I glanced at them, simultaneously checking my work conversations the laptop.

Even on weekends, I am not left undisturbed. I sip cup after cup, engrossed in boring discussions. The night gradually enveloped the city in its shroud, transforming it into something unrecognizable as I drove through the streets, squinting at the streetlights.

The irritating motorcyclists pass me by, their engines growling like stray dogs on the loose. I find myself eternally trapped in a traffic jam consisting solely of taxi cabs. As I gaze out the window, I observe that most people appear to be fast asleep, with only a few rare individuals engaging in conversation, either laughing or crying. Many stores have closed their doors, but the vibrant sign of Döner 24 remains lit, promising a hearty meal, especially if one is generous with their tips.

Five o’clock in the morning. The adolescents, barely able to stand on their feet after a night of clubbing, were begging the waiter for a glass of water. I sighed.

A moment later, I was already at home, gazing out the attic window. Another wasted Saturday. I looked at my city bathed in dawn. It never sleeps. Is there anything that could deplete its energy? What could possibly wear it down to the point of exhaustion? Perhaps some kind of meteorite? Or a dense mushroom cloud? Perhaps I would never know. Life still went on, shimmering with colours, and I existed like a tiny cog in an antique clock. Well, it’s good to know that at least I belong somewhere. I frantically looked at my smartphone, checking for notifications, hoping to find that one message. But I quickly grew tired, burying my face in a soft pillow. Morpheus took me to his realm, far away from a city that never, ever sleeps.

[arniarts]

Keep Your Pup Stylish and Comfortable with a Small Dog Hoodie Featuring a Leash Hole

As pet owners, we always want our furry friends to look adorable and feel comfortable, regardless of the weather. If you're searching for the perfect blend of style and functionality, look no further than the Small Dog Hoodie with Leash Hole from Mekanshi. Small Dog Hoodie with Leash Hole This trendy piece of pet clothing is designed to keep your small dog cozy while also allowing for easy leash attachment, making it an ideal choice for any outing.

Why Choose a Hoodie for Your Small Dog?

Warmth and Comfort: During colder months, it’s essential to keep your pet warm. The hoodie design provides extra coverage and insulation, ensuring your pup stays comfortable during walks or outdoor adventures.

Stylish Look: Who doesn’t love a stylish pup? The Small Dog Hoodie is available in various colors and designs, allowing you to choose one that matches your dog’s personality and your own style preferences.

Convenient Leash Hole: One of the standout features of this hoodie is the built-in leash hole. This innovative design lets you attach your dog’s leash directly to their collar or harness without removing the hoodie. It’s a simple solution that makes outings more convenient and less stressful for both you and your pet.

Versatile Use for Every Occasion

The Small Dog Hoodie is perfect for various occasions, whether it's a quick trip to the park, a cozy evening stroll, or even just lounging at home. Its lightweight and soft fabric ensures that your dog can move freely while still looking fashionable.

Easy to Care For

Mekanshi’s dog hoodie is not only stylish but also practical. It is machine washable, making it easy to clean after those muddy walks or playdates. Just toss it in the wash, and it’s ready for the next adventure!

Where to Find the Small Dog Hoodie with Leash Hole

If you're ready to give your small dog a wardrobe upgrade, check out the Small Dog Hoodie with Leash Hole at Mekanshi. With a focus on quality and design, this hoodie is sure to become a staple in your pet's closet.

Conclusion

Investing in the right clothing for your small dog can make a world of difference in their comfort and style. Small Dog Hoodie with Leash Hole The Small Dog Hoodie with Leash Hole from Mekanshi is a fantastic choice for pet owners who want to ensure their furry friends stay warm and fashionable. Browse the collection today to find the perfect fit for your pup!

[dog1-collars]

Buy stylish, personalized dog collars and leashes from CurliTail. Premium quality, custom designs, and comfort for your pets. Shop trendy pet gear today! https://curlitail.com/

[petsvillage]

Stylish Dog Kurta and Dog Lehenga for Your Pet

Comfort and style are the most important factors when it comes to spoiling our animal companions. The growing popularity of dog costumes and accessories allows owners to dress their dogs in stylish attire for a variety of occasions. There are plenty of options available on the market to make your pet appear gorgeous and feel comfortable, whether they choose to dress traditionally or festively. At Boof by Bella, we offer a wide selection of fashionable yet comfortable pet clothes.

The dog kurta, a classic piece of apparel suitable for special occasions or cultural festivals, is one of the most fashionable dog costumes available today. Beautiful dog lehengas are also available to give your canine a regal appearance, in addition to kurtas. In this post, we'll go into the realm of fashionable dog clothing and accessories, with a particular emphasis on kurtas and lehengas, as well as how to dress your pet to impress.

The Expanding Pet Fashion Trend

Not only has clothing for your dogs become trendy, but it's also cool for them to wear clothes that match their own personalities. Fabulous fancy gowns, including beloved designs like the dog kurta and dog lehenga, are frequently in demand due to consumers' growing concern for their pets during family celebrations. This is especially true for holidays like Diwali or Holi, when putting a dog in traditional festive attire lets them feel more involved and makes them look adorable for an upcoming family wedding. Visit Boof by Bella to see amazing ensembles and dress your pet in the most fashionable way possible.

Dog Kurta: A Customary Preferred Option

If you would like your pet to have a traditional and ethnic appearance, a dog kurta is an excellent choice. The soft, breathable materials used to make these kurtas guarantee your dog's comfort while still giving them a fashionable appearance. Dog kurtas, which come in a variety of hues, designs, and sizes, are ideal for holiday occasions, family get-togethers, and special events. 

The fabric is an important consideration when selecting a kurta. Choose materials that are safe for your pet's skin at all times. Cotton and linen are the most suitable materials for kurtas because they are soft and breathable. To keep your pet comfortable during the cooler months, you can select kurtas made of heavier materials.

Dog kurta designs range from basic solid hues to more elaborate embroidered versions. Additionally, kurtas with matching shoes and collars are available, which elevates your pet's appearance altogether. Boof by Bella offers a limitless array of alternatives, whether you're looking for a colorful and vibrant kurta or something more subdued.

Dog Lehenga: A Fun Option

A dog lehenga is the ideal option if you want to dress to impress at a big event. Traditional lehengas are made up of a long skirt that is frequently worn with a dupatta (scarf) and choli (blouse). For festivals, weddings, or any other occasion where you want your pet to stand out, lehengas are an adorable way to dress them.

Dog lehengas are available in an array of materials, patterns, and dimensions to accommodate various breeds and tastes, much like kurtas. While some lehengas are more ornate and have beads, sequins, or embroidery, others are lighter and simpler. Choose a lehenga that will not impede your dog's mobility and ensure their comfort throughout the occasion.

Dog Matching Accessories

Because of this, dogs, much like humans, require accessories to finish off their ensembles while donning new attire. A comical feeling to the dog's attire can be complemented with collar bands or even add-ons like bows or baby shoes, if they are accessible. For kurtas and lehengas, there are accessories that complement the outfit quite well, including jeweled collars or scarves. These accessories, from Boof by Bella, are available in a variety of styles to complement your dog's attire.

Prioritizing safety over comfort is important when selecting accessories for your dog. Toys with small parts that your dog might chew on or swallow should not be purchased. Furthermore, the accessories must not cause discomfort or impede an individual's range of motion. The goal is to make your dog attractive and comfortable.

Why Clothe Your Dog Has Advantages

One of the greatest ways to outfit your dog in traditional attire for festivals is to get them a dog kurta and lehenga. It also has the added benefit of making your pet more beautiful and visually appealing, as well as being integrated into activities that are themed around cultural events. The first thing to note about functional clothing is its wide selection. You can outfit your dog in clothing to keep them warm in the winter or to protect their skin in the summer heat.

In addition, the majority of dog owners enjoy dressing their animals in stylish attire, saying that this kind of clothing is ideal for capturing moments to treasure and relive later. Your relationship with your dog can benefit greatly from dressing up your pet, whether it's for Christmas or any other occasion that seems appropriate.

Conclusion

When it comes to dressing up for special occasions, dog owners are increasingly choosing to dress their pets in fashionable dog kurtas and dog lehengas. You can simply choose the ideal attire for your pet because there are so many options available. Make your dog the center of attention at every event by shopping the curated selection of stylish dog costumes at Boof by Bella. Always put comfort first while selecting clothing, and don't be afraid to use unique accessories to finish the appearance.

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Rewriting The Famous Five by Enid Blyton

I'm not really a lover of classic books since most of them make me sleep (and that's coming from a girl who loves reading more than socially interacting) but when I read the first book in the series of Enid Blyton's Famous Five, I instantly fell in love with the series. But we all got to admit, it does sound a lit old fashioned, but that doesn't change the adventures Julian, Dick, Anne and George get into to. So, I'm going to rewrite the story in my own modern twist. Enjoy!

So, first of all, the characters. I especially like George, the tomboy of the group. Her sassy, sometimes bratty, attitude speaks to me. She was the one I had the most ideas for. Her real name is Georgina, but she hates being a girl, so she goes by George. In my version, her name is Gina. Gina is still a tomboy but not that extreme like in the original books. She's sort of punk rock in my version. She likes wearing ripped jeans and Doc Martens and flannel shirts. She also plays guitar and always has the case hanging off her back. She's a musician, basically. In the series, she lives by the sea with her strict dad, Quentin and loveable mum, Fanny in a B&B. She usually spends her time swimming and fishing, so she probably rarely spends time online. Maybe she would only be on YouTube to watch music videos or post her own music videos. Gina is rebellious and adventurous. She's fiercely independent and doesn't conform to traditional gender roles.

Next is Julian. I've changed his name to Jay. He is he responsible and protective leader of the group. He's smart, resourceful, and always ready to take charge in tricky situations. Jay has a clen cut look, often wearing casual but stylish clothes. Think jeans, sneakers and a cool jacket. He's into tech and gadget, always tinkering with something new. Jay is also a budding coder and loves solving puzzles.

Next is Dick, whose name is clearly...um, not in line, if that makes sense, so his name would be Dillan. He is the joker of the group, always ready with a witty comment or a prank. He's brave and loyal, never backing down from a challenge. Dillan has a laid-back style, often seen in graphic tees, cargo shorts and skate shoes. Dillan is an avid skateboarder and loves extreme sports. Dillan also has a knack for photography, capturing their adventures on his camera.

Now time for Anne. In my version, her name would be Annie (yes, like the musical). Annie is the creative and nurturing one. She's kind-hearted, empathetic, and often the peacemaker in the group. Annie has a trendy, boho-chic style, with flowy dresses, headbands and lots of accessories. She's a singer and influencer, with a popular YouTube channel where she posts covers, vlogs and lifestyle content. Annie is also in DIY crafts and fashion.

As for Timmy the Dog, he could be a mixed breed rescue dog. He has a scruffy, lovable look with a mix of brown and white fur. Maybe he wears a cool bandana or a custom collar with a GPS tracker. He is loyal, brave and always ready to protect his owners. He's also a very intelligent dog that can understand complex commands. He also has an uncanny sense of direction, making him invaluable during their adventures.

As for the setting, the main places in the shows are quite varied but often revolves around rural and coastal locations in England. The key settings are Kirrin Island and Kirrin Cottage. In my version, Kirrin Cottage is nestled in the charming, vibrant beachside town of Seaside Cove and is now a trendy bed-and-breakfast run by Gina's parents. It's a mix of old-world charm and modern amenities, attracting tourists from all over. It has been renovated with a blend of rustic and contemporary design. Think cozy interiors with modern touches, like smart house features and eco-friendly materials. Guests can enjoy beach activities, local festivals and music events. The cottage might host small concerts or art shows, reflecting Gina's musical interests.

So their adventures may be like:

In the modern seaside town of Seaside Cove, Gina, Jay, Dillan, Annie, and their loyal dog Timmy embark on thrilling adventures that blend technology, environmental activism, and local culture.

Jay’s discovery of a mysterious signal from an abandoned tech hub leads the group into a high-stakes investigation involving stolen technology and corporate espionage. Their environmental quest begins when they uncover illegal dumping in a protected marine area, prompting them to gather evidence and expose the culprits through social media campaigns.

During a local music festival, Gina’s performance is jeopardized by a theft, and the group must find the missing equipment before the big show. Urban exploration takes them to an old warehouse rumored to be haunted, where they uncover hidden tunnels and a secret society.

A beachside treasure hunt starts with an old map found during a cleanup, leading them on a puzzle-filled adventure around Seaside Cove. When Annie’s friend becomes a victim of cyberbullying, the group uses their tech skills to track down the bully and promote online safety.

Lastly, they rescue an injured dolphin, working with local wildlife experts to rehabilitate it and learning about marine biology along the way. Each adventure showcases their unique skills and deepens their bond, making their modern escapades as exciting and heartwarming as the original Famous Five tales.

So yeah, that's my rewrite. Thanks for reading! Pls like, share and comment!