#pug drooling

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

Sniffles is completely functionally a cat though. Except it spits Ender Magic Acid (tm). But categorically, He Did Create That Thing from Vwoop Parts.

[bb0nline]

My dog moose is named moose even though he is a dog

Reblog if you vote! I don't care about sample sizes, I just like hearing about people's pets! also, tell me their names and what kinds of pets they are in the tags!

[weaver-z]

Every time I see someone drooling over those Genshin Impact gals or any other extremely generic looking anime girl I feel sick. Those are the antithesis of sexy. It’s like hanging out with people who find pugs really cute. I don’t even register them as human characters. If you think characters from idol games are attractive you should be in an asylum

[mir4inotes]

soon i’m gonna wake up, someone’s gonna bring me ‘round // kndz hurt/comfort

(kunikida-centric!!!!!!!)

originally posted 19 aug 2023

tw: self-harm, references to a suicide attempt, vomiting

read on ao3! / 3.4k words

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Kunikida hadn’t slept well in weeks. He still made a decent effort to go to bed at the same time every night, hoping something would change. But each time he turned the light off, said good night to Dazai and succumbed to the darkness, he was kept awake.

At first, when he was hopeful and convinced he only needed time to recover from recent events, he tried breathing. He’d lay there, eyes lidded, breathing in for four and out for eight in endless rounds until the fact he still wasn’t asleep raised his heart rate far too much. That initial night, he had simply laid on his back, restraining himself from flopping over onto either side so as not to disturb his partner. And if he had gotten sleep that night, it was certainly more than he’d be getting in the nights to come.

Once Kunikida realized he wouldn’t be able to get any shuteye from simply breathing and meditating, he’d asked Yosano for any ideas. She’d risen an eyebrow at the fact that Kunikida, the man who everyone assumed got a perfect eight hours every night without fail, needed medicine to sleep, then promptly wrote up a prescription for a bit of melatonin for him to take before bed. Wonderful.

After a lighthearted joke from Dazai about how Kunikida now needed drugs to sleep and was therefore getting old, Kunikida took the recommended amount and went to bed, skeptical yet hopeful.

And then he woke up to sunlight on his face, birdsong, and Dazai’s drool-smothered cheek on his chest, and he couldn’t have felt more relieved. His sleeping problem had finally been fixed, and now he could focus on getting his life back together piece by piece.

Except, not even a week later, Kunikida began having nightmares.

What had started as a physical inability to sleep had now morphed into a general dislike of it. He’d dread getting ready for bed, unable to know if he’d be blessed with a deep, uninterrupted sleep or tormented with an unsettling dream. And when he finally settled beneath the covers and waited for Dazai’s soft, pug-like snores to begin, he always fought off sleep for as long as he could until the melatonin knocked him out.

Kunikida wouldn’t have a nightmare nightly, but he almost wished he did. The feeble guessing game he had to play at got old quickly after he’d woken up shaking from his only bad dream in seven days.

The dreams themselves were nothing remarkable. For the most part, they were an amalgamation of the ones he’d suffered from a few months earlier, before the whole Decay of the Angel plot took place: blurry, muffled versions of the people he’d failed to save over the years, hostages locked in a cage while he was forced to stare and do nothing until they were long gone, among countless other scenarios that would already be muddied by the time Kunikida got up and brushed his teeth. They left a sour, unpleasant twist in his gut, but besides that, they were able to be swept aside and forgotten about with a bit of breathing.

Until, one seemingly inconspicuous night, Kunikida experienced a vivid, full-on nightmare that seemed to last for hours. And instead of showing him scenes he was bitterly familiar with, it was something new entirely.

He was sitting in the ward where Jouno had taunted him about joining the hunting dogs, but it was as if he was seeing through a thick, choking veil of smoke. He could hardly see the other end of the tiny room. His notebook laid torn in half on the cot, just as it had all those weeks ago. His thoughts swam; he wasn’t expecting to see this place ever again.

Of course, his arms weren’t working. He had hands and fingers, but he was unable to move them, met with a blank wall of resistance whenever he tried. They were mangled, sticking out at odd angles that shouldn’t be possible, and they hurt.

Outside of the window, Kunikida could hear nothing but chaos. Bloodcurdling screams, rapid gunfire, helicopters. He tried to move his neck, but it remained in place as if held there by an iron vice. His gaze was locked on his destroyed notebook in his lap. He even thought he could smell Jouno’s pear, sickeningly sweet to the point it was nauseating. His lungs were filled with smoke at that point, not that he was breathing in the first place.

Kunikida felt sweat dripping from his forehead as the noise from outside only grew in volume. Even his own heartbeat had moved to his skull, a constant, thumping bass drum that just. Wouldn’t. Shut. Up.

The room was gray, then white, then black, then back to gray. Kunikida saw someone clawing at the door with their hand over their mouth out of the corner of his eye. He hunched over, trying to block them out, but winced as the metal handcuffs scraped against his disfigured fingers.

Handcuffs? Those weren’t there before.

At that point, Kunikida thought his eardrums would burst from just how loud everything was. He brought his hands to his ears, pressing them against the side of his head so hard he thought he’d end up squeezing his own brains out. The cold handcuff chain dangled against his neck, and he swallowed against it. His throat was terribly dry.

Without needing to think about it, Kunikida brought his hands past his ears and behind his head, steadying the chain against the vulnerable skin of his neck. One last desperate, strangled wail reverberated through his entire being like a gong, and he yanked on the chain, tugging it against his neck until the room went black again.

//

Kunikida jolted upright in his shared bed, sputtering and gasping for breath. His hands instantly flew to his neck, almost expecting the resistance of the handcuff chain as he did. After confirming that no, he hadn’t actually choked himself to death, the grip on his neck relaxed, but only slightly.

His hands had returned. He lowered them from his head, holding them out in front of him. He couldn’t keep them still.

The sight of his own two hands, functioning and whole, made Kunikida feel sick. A horrendous wave of nausea swept through him, and he almost gagged right there in his bed.

He could hardly remember what had happened between heaving himself up out of bed (nearly tripping over discarded clothing as he did) and sinking to his knees in front of the toilet, already coughing up bile as soon as his legs hit the ground. His head was pounding too hard for him to care.

He stayed there, miserably slumped on the bathroom floor, resting his forehead on his arms on top of the toilet seat. He wondered briefly if Dazai would come find him, almost wanted him to, then decided he really didn’t want his partner to find him in such a state.

Not that this hadn’t happened before, Kunikida being sick in front of Dazai. On rare nights when he attempted to keep up with the rate at which Dazai tossed drinks back, he’d usually find himself retching in the bathroom (or worse, the kitchen sink) with Dazai drunkenly comforting him, slurring his words while combing his fingers through Kunikida’s hair.

The memory of those nights alone made Kunikida gag again. He’d been trying his best up until now to be as quiet as one can in such a situation, yet he unwittingly let out a low groan as his stomach began cramping up again.

His wrists brushed against each other as he shifted his arms around. He heaved again. He shouldn’t have those hands back. Those damned hands that were meaningless if they couldn’t save every person they attempted to help. Kunikida’s nails dug into his pale wrists.

They shouldn’t be there.

He’s screaming, Dazai’s arms wrapped tightly around him, tugging him away from the glass wall

The skin on his wrists began to sting.

Rokuzo’s in front of him, stumbling, neat entry wounds patterned on his chest

He staggered to his feet, ran the tap water over his dirty, quivering fingers and watched the blood swirl down the drain. He left his wrists alone.

He’s being forced to the ground, vision blurry and ears ringing. There’s blood in his eyes, but he doesn’t feel a thing. He only gazes at the ceiling through lidded eyes as he hears the muffled voices above him.

Kunikida leaned forward on his forearms, resting against the sink now. Nothing was being improved by the breathing techniques he swore by; each gasp for air felt like a fishhook being drawn up through his throat. His wrists burned.

And then, of course, there was a timid knock at the door. Not that Dazai needed to, considering the door had never been shut in the first place. Kunikida cringed as Dazai’s light footsteps reached his side.

Kunikida didn’t speak, or move. He stayed still with his head hung, letting his hands dangle above the sink. Dazai slowly reached for Kunikida’s bloody wrists, turning them over with icy fingers. Kunikida let him.

He also let Dazai rinse them clean, until there were only small, red crescent moons dotting his skin, and he let Dazai wrap his favorite brand of bandages around his wrists, just as Kunikida had so often done for him.

Then Dazai plopped himself onto the bathroom floor while tossing a dirty hand towel up into the sink. “Sit” was all he said as he patted the space in front of him.

Meanwhile, all Kunikida wanted was to drag himself back to bed. His breathing had managed to steady itself as Dazai worked earlier, but the rest of his body ached from exhaustion. He felt horrible enough having woken up Dazai, he wasn’t about to subject him to a pity party on top of it all.

Dazai tapped the floor again, looking up at him. Kunikida opened his mouth to reply, to say he was going to try going back to sleep, but a sudden surge of nausea crept up on him instead.

And so he was back on the floor. He was vomiting for the second time, though most of it ended up being dry heaving. Kunikida heard Dazai shuffling over to him, his hands sliding to their usual comfort spots: one hand brushing his hair away from his face, the other slowly rubbing circles into his upper back.

Kunikida would lean against Dazai in between gagging and coughing fits, his throat too sore to say anything. Dazai would murmur gentle comfort against his ear, quietly reassuring him that he was doing well, it’d be over soon.

Dazai particularly took note of the fact that Kunikida made no attempts to push him away. Every other time he’d taken care of Kunikida in times like this, he’d try making some blabbering excuse (as he was typically blackout drunk) that he could take care of himself, or that Dazai was suffocating him.

Now, however, Kunikida slumped against Dazai once his coughing and heaving had ceased. He shut his eyes and let his head settle against Dazai’s chest, curling into him sideways. He didn’t say a word.

Dazai instinctively wrapped his arms around Kunikida’s frail, shivering frame. This sort of thing had began happening nearly every evening since the Decay of the Angel situation; Dazai would let Kunikida rest against him just before they went to bed, neither of them saying anything. Occasionally, that would be how they fell asleep, too. Dazai would wake up some mornings to Kunikida coiled around Dazai’s lanky figure, an arm flung over his torso like some sort of rope.

It was endearing, sure, but the action was bittersweet, too.

Dazai combed his fingers through Kunikida’s hair as they sat there. The hair between his fingers was Kunikida’s usual dirty blond, except when Dazai peered a little too closely he could make out tiny rivulets of gray as they caught the light. It seemed like the jokes Dazai had made only months earlier about Kunikida going gray young were coming to fruition after all. Dazai looped a few strands around his finger and pretended the flashes of gray were due to his lack of sleep and nothing more, and that they would be gone by the time morning came.

Kunikida shifting his neck a bit brought Dazai’s attention back. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been holding Kunikida for; the only thing that clued him in to how much time might have passed was how the bathroom light had started flickering. That only happened after at least 45 minutes-or-so of it being turned on.

“Kunikida,” Dazai started, lips brushing past Kunikida’s hair. “Do you want to talk about anything?” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

Kunikida took in a deep breath before shaking his head. “It’s late,” he mumbled before tucking his head in even tighter against Dazai’s chest. “I’m sorry for waking you up.” He hoped Dazai hadn’t noticed the unavoidable crack in his voice that so often punctured his words now.

Dazai only hummed in response, continuing to idly play with Kunikida’s hair. A few moments went by before he spoke up again, sitting up a bit more as he did.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kunikida didn’t look up. “…What?”

It wasn’t until after an eerily long pause when Dazai opened his mouth once more, and asked in an impossibly languid voice:

“You’ve thought about suicide, haven’t you?”

He’s being forced to the ground, vision blurry and ears ringing.

Kunikida didn’t move. Faint, blurry snippets of those moments when he was recovering from the explosion trickled through his memory like ice water.

There’s blood in his eyes, but he doesn’t feel a thing.

His mouth went dry. He could still feel Dazai’s heartbeat thumping against his side, yet he still felt himself falling away from him all the same. Kunikida wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to steady his grip or let himself be lost.

Yes, he had thought about it. He had turned it over in his mind repeatedly while sitting in that bed as if it were as natural as breathing. For at the time, his world as he knew it was gone. The agency. His coworkers. His partner. His ideals. There was nothing left except for the searing reminders of everyone he had failed to save.

“Easy, Kunikida. Breathe.” Dazai gently tapped Kunikida on the back.

Each time Kunikida inhaled it felt like the air was being chased out of him again. He knew he was shaking, knew he was gripping Dazai’s leg with too much force, but with one sentence, all the memories he had been trying to suppress out of shame were being unearthed one by one.

“I wasn’t thinking,” Kunikida muttered finally. His fingers began to knot themselves in his tangled hair. “I had nothing. There was nothing…” He cut himself off with a muffled sob.

Dazai’s heart stuttered as he felt that slow drip of realization dawning. The question had been assuming Kunikida had only thought about it. A person required a very specific mindset in order to turn those intrusive thoughts into a reality. Quite honestly, Dazai didn’t believe Kunikida had it in him to attempt anything.

Why didn’t he believe that?

As Kunikida’s body began melting even further against Dazai, his voice nothing but unintelligible sobbing and whimpering, Dazai could feel the slow drip becoming a waterfall.

Sure, the Kunikida of a mere few months ago wouldn’t have let himself go so far. Even if the thought had crossed his mind, he wouldn’t have succumbed so easily, especially not with the ideals he held himself to so strictly.

But now, the Kunikida who left his clothes scattered on the floor, who showed up to work a few minutes later than usual, who isolated himself from his coworkers and who hardly even ate three meals a day anymore; thinking about this Kunikida in such a situation suddenly became a lot more believable.

“I didn’t think you were alive.”

Dazai twitched as he was brought out of his own thoughts by Kunikida’s thick, hoarse voice. His fingers were digging into Dazai’s thigh so much it almost hurt. He considered saying something, except he didn’t want to tip Kunikida over the edge again on accident; he didn’t know what he could or couldn’t say anymore.

Kunikida took in a shaky, unsteady breath, and when he spoke again he sounded like he was seconds away from collapsing into another fit of tears.

“I thought they might have killed you…” he paused and took a breath at that, “when the terrorist accusations came out.” His breathing picked up again, but he didn’t stop speaking.

Dazai only kept holding him, since it was the only thing he knew wouldn’t set his partner off again.

Kunikida always complained about how cold Dazai’s skin was, but now he clung onto him as if that iciness was the one thing that could cool his very core.

“Eventually, the only thing i could think of doing was—“ Kunikida hiccuped, his breathing now just as erratic as it had been when Dazai first entered the bathroom. “…was slamming my head against that wall until it was over.”

And then all Dazai could hear was a desperate string of apologies, suppressed by Kunikida’s own arms as he hid his face from view.

At that point, all Dazai thought to do was wait until Kunikida managed to calm himself down. Even if he did speak, what would he say? It wasn’t as if suicide was some foreign topic to him, it was very much the opposite. But somehow, when it came to discussing it with the one person he never would have thought to consider it, the person he planned to spend the foreseeable future with, it put a knot in his throat.

So, for now, Dazai only gently swayed from side to side, returning to his routine of pressing circles against Kunikida’s back. Kunikida had let his arms fall in front of him, where Dazai decided to lace his fingers between one of Kunikida’s hands, rubbing his thumb up and down the back of his partner’s palm as he fought to get his breathing under control.

Even through everything else going through Dazai’s mind, there was a tiny voice at the back of his head criticizing Kunikida’s method for being too painful, too messy.

And that is why he kept his mouth shut.

//

The bedsheets had been sucked of all warmth by the time the pair returned. Kunikida noted through puffy eyes how his side of the bed has clearly been tossed around with panicked hands, whereas Dazai’s side looked more like he’d slid out much more gracefully. He bit back the rising swell of guilt for the nth time that night, and clambered back into bed.

As soon as Dazai wriggled back under the sheets, he pressed his chest against Kunikida’s back and tossed an arm over his waist. His breath felt warm and soothing against the back of Kunikida’s neck.

“i know you’re beating yourself up over waking me, so stop,” Dazai whispered in the gentlest tone he could muster. He wasn’t a very gentle person after all; unless he was with Kunikida, that is. Even then, he could struggle to get his voice to sound calm enough.

Kunikida sighed heavily, all energy drained. Dazai was right, as he often was. He could read Kunikida so easily.

“You aren’t upset?” Kunikida mumbled, shifting his legs slightly.

“No.” Dazai’s fingers slid up to Kunikida’s chest, pressing against his skin so he could feel his heart beating. “I’m just glad you’re here,” he murmured, burrowing his face into the crook of Kunikida’s neck.

Kunikida briefly thought about getting up to fetch some water, both to soothe his sore throat and to rid the lingering bitterness from his tongue, but he decided against it so as not to disturb Dazai for the second time that night. Dazai’s leg had slithered its way between Kunikida’s own two, anyway.

Gradually, with Dazai’s gentle snoring as background noise, Kunikida found his eyes growing heavy. Relief at Dazai’s words had spread throughout his body, although he wasn’t sure how long it would last.

Dazai shuffled a little closer to him, then, and Kunikida sullenly decided he’d deal with any remaining thoughts in the morning.

No, it wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly some of the best sleep Kunikida had gotten in weeks.

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me @alexalexinii and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!

This week I have been mainly working on my snowbaz fic for the @carry-on-big-bang.

Here's a snippet (Baz's pov):

I hear his bike before I see him. I’m walking Fiona’s crazy chihuahua, but it feels more like flying a kite from how hard he’s pulling on the bloody leash. 

“Calm your fucking tits, Titan,” I hiss at him, but then the little menace starts barking like mad at the roaring motorbike as if he were challenging the vehicle to a bloodthirsty duel. I’m about to give the biker a piece of my mind for potentially causing Fiona’s dog an aneurysm, when he pulls over and takes his helmet off.

I suddenly feel catapulted into one of those Coca-Cola adverts where the ladies at the office drool over the extremely attractive glass cleaner. Except that it’s just me and Titan here (but I’m pretty sure he’s gay, too), and fuck—those bronze curls. The blue eyes and that skin covered in freckles and moles. 

I’ve been waiting for him my whole life, languishing in this fucking remote village in the English countryside. 

I decide instantly to make it my life’s mission to get Freckles to stay.

“The game is on, Titan.”

“Arf!” he barks back.

“Sorry, he’s mine. You’ll have to try your luck with Dev’s unhinged pug.”

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[trappolian]

just remembered that luka is literally a pug in terms of dog breeding and besides his fucked blood circulation weak noodle arms and odd new breed of scoliosis unlocked spine, he also drools a ton

[systemic-chaos]

u got any hcs for franco barbi x mother gooseberry?

OH BOY DO I!!! If I wasn't off my ADHD meds it would be OVER for you bitches. But unfortunately, you will have to make do with a simple list of what I can remember rn lol

-Franco talks big game behind her back about all the things he'd like to do to her, but when push comes to shove he is absolutely pathetic for her. Man would jump off a building for her if she said so.

-Phyllis thinks he is just a darling little man. She finds him hopelessly adorable. Like a pug dog of a man.

-Dr. Futterman however? He HATES that little fucker. He thinks that Franco is making a mockery of his dear Phyllis. Plus he's fuckin' ugly! She better not even THINK of getting within TEN FEET of that SHITHEAD-

-Despite this, I think Dr. Futterman would come around. In my personal opinion, Franco is more attracted to humiliation and degradation than gender, so I think Dr. Futterman would eventually have his own species of relationship with Franco, given enough time.

-Franco is a real traditional guy. If he had his way, he'd be wining and dining Mother Gooseberry, taking her to every upscale place she'd ever want to go. But there's no upscale restaurants in Sinyala, so he just tries to bring her any fancy things he can find. Including but not limited to: cool rocks, fancy bottles, postcards, origami cranes folded by a reagent, etc. She does not understand why he does this.

-I really like the idea that Franco was a fan of the Mother Gooseberry Hour as a kid. I feel like it would feed into his whole adult baby/mother complex to know her as an adult, which would make him ever more annoyingly attracted to her.

-Also, as confirmed by canon, Franco is a tits guy. And WOAH, does he APPRECIATE the ASSETS she was born with. I think Phyllis is equal parts charmed and revolted by this. Like on one hand, it's nice to feel like a real woman who can be beautiful, even after everything she's been through. On the other hand, gross, stop drooling all over the floor Franco.

-I also headcanon that Phyllis doesn't like to be in a submissive role in a relationship, due to the sexual abuse she suffered as a child (total projection on my part lol). She feels a lot more comfortable around Franco because he doesn't reduce her to a sex object for his pleasure, he more glorifies and deifies her which isn't an experience she's used to. This is also why I don't like to ship her with Leland Coyle personally. No hate to anyone who does, but I feel like the baby man is less intimidating to a survivor of abuse.

Thank you so much for giving me the chance to ramble about my thoughts anon!!! I also ship Franco/Easterman because of the whole thing with his gun. It makes me giggle.

Feel free to send me more asks if you want to, I am full of ideas!! Especially NSFW ideas, as I am an aspiring erotica writer lol

[spicymotte]

New Babylon Hellhound // Teaser 03

"Mr. Anton! It's so good to see you!" Jake's face lights up as the investigator enters the bodega. He waves and heads straight for the back shelves, while the owner's son sticks his head out from behind the counter. "Cigarettes, Mr. Anton?"

"Yup," Anton grumbles in confirmation, grabbing two large bags of dog food and slinging them over his shoulder. Jake is already busy stacking eight packs of cigarettes on top of each other and punching the numbers into the old cash register.

"Your dad's letting you run the store by yourself now?" the investigator asks, stuffing the cigarettes into his coat pocket one by one. "You think you're ready for that, boy?"

"Of course I am ready, Mr. Anton," fifteen-year-old Jake replies, a little indignant. "I've been watching and helping him for years. He had to go to the doctor this morning, and then Mom made him lie down. She says it's time for me to run the store by myself."

"Good, good." Anton fumbles in his back pocket and piles up a bunch of crumpled dollar bills on the counter. "And don't forget to charge me for the dog food."

"Of course not, Mr. Anton. Father would give me hell if I didn't do this right-" He stops himself in mid-sentence and looks sheepishly down at his hands. "No offense."

"Oh, come on." Anton waves him off. "It's no secret where I come from. Give my regards to your father."

"Will do! And come again!"

Anton leaves the small bodega and walks two buildings over. He can already hear the barking and howling from afar; a hungry pack that desperately needs to be fed. The curtains on the ground-floor windows are closed, but the fabric moves ominously and one, then two, curious dog noses appear at the window. The sound of jangling keys is enough to swell the barking into an excited chorus, and he can't open the door any wider than a narrow crack to push himself into the apartment.

"Hey, hey, he--!" He tries to calm the pack, but the smell of dog food and their beloved master pushes all twelve dogs into a state of high-pitched howls and excited barking. The door slams shut and Anton is pinned against it, surrounded by a mass of wagging tails and the sound of a dozen dog noses sniffing him to see where he's been all morning.

"Alright, alright-," he grumbles, fighting his way through the pack. "I missed you too."

As great as the joy of his homecoming is, attention quickly shifts to the bags on his shoulder. Wet noses nudge him demandingly, for breakfast time was over an hour ago - a cheeky thing to miss.

"Mrs. Li?" he asks into the apartment after he made his way to the kitchen. He rips open the first bag and takes the bowls out of the sink. "Mrs. Li, did you die while I was gone?"

"You wish!" The old lady comes in the back door and gives Anton an amused look. "I've been watering the plants in the garden. Because you don't do it."

"Plants? I don't have any plants."

"I've bought them." Mrs. Li shooed the excited pack of dogs into the living room, which was by now more of a dog room than anything else. Her old, gnarled hands lifted the remaining bag of food with ridiculous ease as Anton filled the last few bowls. "You only live on cigarettes and, oh, what, hot dogs? Shameful. So I got you some herbs and mint."

He grunts and carries an armful of bowls into the living room. The dozen dogs sit in a row on the sofa, more or less stacked on top of each other. Tails wag happily as the food is served, but only when told to do so do the dogs rush to their breakfast.

"Hey, Pearl-" Anton gently pushes the little Chihuahua lady aside as she synchronously lunges at two bowls, trying to eat from both. "Leave it. That's Newt's food." The second bowl is reluctantly released and the panting, drooling pug is finally allowed to feast to his heart's content. It is a controlled chaos in the apartment with the small garden in the backyard, a two-room apartment occupied by rescued street dogs. Anton included.

"You got up early today." Mrs. Li waves him into the kitchen, where she begins to make tea. He follows her gesture and sits down at the small kitchen table with one wobbly leg, where he lights a cigarette. The smoke quickly spreads throughout the kitchen and collects on the ceiling. Through his red sunglasses, the lampshade looks orange, for it is yellowed by all the nicotine, just like the wallpaper. The place is long overdue for a renovation…

"You have a new case." Mrs. Li reaches for his cigarettes and lights one for herself. The wrinkles in her face tighten as she grins broadly, revealing the beauty of her youth: A dragon-born lady, and she was a famous singer 220 years ago. A star in New Babylon. Now she rents the small house to Anton and takes care of the dogs when he is out there, doing his job. It is a very simple life, but she insists that it is all right. The main thing is that the rent is paid on time.

"Pretty big deal," he says. "A pixie got murdered."

"Pah! Serves them right," Mrs. Li snarls, pursing her lips slightly. "They meddle in things that don't concern them far too often. And they're good for nothing! With their sharp little teeth and these black, huge eyes-"

"Mrs. Li--," Anton sighs and straightens up, making the old wooden chair creak beneath him. He wants to tell her that he doesn't want to hear her ramble; he doesn't care how much the old woman hates the pixies - many people in New Babylon do. An unfounded hatred, in his eyes, but a widespread disease throughout the city. But the discussion with the old dragon is simply not worth it, so he ignores her words. Being involved in this case... he will have enough to do with people who have a problem with pixies down the line. "I'm going to the Silver Linings tonight. Got a message for your dear friend Maude?" Mrs. Li snorts, her nostrils huge. "Tell that bitch that she still owes me that damn money."

[dark-elf-writes]

Poor kakashi.

He’s lisping, he’s drooling, his teeth don’t fit right because he has a pretty jaw line. He’s having arguments with his pug over dog treats and may or may not Jack o pose to box with the shorter members of his pack. People are faking being able to see his face bc they don’t want to look stupid in front of an elite shinobi. His pack is grading his dives and his pugs ability to act out dramas. He’s being muzzled so he remembers not to bite people and Guy + his team keeps making up shit about him to troll the others. He’s also scratching the hell out of all the trees/tables he’s around to sharpen his nails with a potential past of using his teeth to rip out throats in ANBU when cornered.

Hatake Kakashi everybody. A disaster dog man if there ever was one.

I mean out of all of these if anyone told him about the mask thing he would find it absolutely hilarious and would neither confirm nor deny any questions sent his way.

But yes. He is a disaster man and I love him.

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Just Daz and Princess in a spa, both getting their nails done, both relaxing and having a good time.

Meanwhile quite some kilometers away in a totally different location is Sanji, getting his brain fucked out while he get bred over and over again and only gets a short break whenever Crocodile is taking a cigar break before turning back to hiw wife to breed him even more. Until that man can't stand for days and is a drooling mindless mess for hours.

100% Yes 😌.

Sanji had been craving for it since that pug got into his home and he's left with a happy satisfied face when they're done his whole body trembles, ass in the air while trying to recover his breath.

He will definitely feel it for weeks but that's what happens when you sleep with a man 3 times your size 💕

And when Princess is back he's more relaxed and satisfied so doesn't mind the dog anymore, the jealousy subdues and he even ends up liking her and spending lots of time with her when he's preparing dinner and Croco isn't home.

In the end ? Crocodile starts noticing that his princesses spend more time together and don't pay that much attention to him anymore :^)

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So we used to have a pug named dog (pronounced d-o-g) and we lived in the mountains with a bunch of bears, and one day my mom looked over because dog was super excited about something and was looking out the massive window and she looked at what he saw and there was this giant bear staring down at him and drooling, for years I been told this story but only recently got the picture my mom took of it

(So sorry with how low quality it is this was like ten plus years ago tho)

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Bondi, an 8-month-old toy poodle, had just returned from a walk when he began stumbling. His head wobbled and soon he could barely stand, so his owner, Colleen Briggs, rushed him to the vet.

The good doctor quickly made a diagnosis: Bondi was stoned.

On his walk, a sniff must have led Bondi to a discarded joint, which he ate.

"He was just doing his usual — exploring everything, sniffing everything," said Briggs, who began to notice the pot shops sprouting up around New York City, the frequent whiffs of marijuana while circling her Manhattan neighborhood and the unfinished joints now littering sidewalks.

In places like New York City, where the first legal recreational pot dispensary opened last year, users can smoke it in the open. As a result, more dogs are coming across — and eating — discarded joints and edibles, prompting alarm among veterinarians and pet owners who blame the steep rise in poisonings on smokers oblivious to the harm they can do by littering.

Marijuana poisonings, which are almost never fatal, were once rare among pets, even when medical dispensaries started opening, according to Dr. Amy Attas, a New York City veterinarian. Until recently, many occurred at home, when pets got into their owners' stashes.

THOUSANDS OF PETS INGESTING MARIJUANA, ASPCA WARNS

"The reason we’re seeing so many cases is that people are using marijuana on the street and then discarding the unwanted ends of their joints," Attas said. "And that’s a real problem because dogs will eat those."

In the first three months of the year, she had already seen six cases, which is about the same number she's treated over the past three decades. Multiply that by the number of vets working in New York City, she said, and the result underscores the widening problem.

The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals said cases are rising nationwide. Last year, there was an 11% increase from the roughly 6,200 cases reported in 2021, and over the past five years, there has been a 300% increase.

"To me, it is unbelievable how prevalent this now is," said Attas.

Twenty-one states have legalized the recreational use of cannabis, and in large urban areas like New York, there's no escaping the whiff of pot in public.

In many cases, owners are unaware that their dogs have eaten a leftover joint until they begin showing signs of toxicity. Even then, owners might not understand what is ailing their pets.

Sue Scott was in a panic when her 9-month-old fawn pug, Circe, collapsed after a recent walk. Circe's paws splayed out on the floor, her head shook to-and-fro and she drooled.

TREATING YOUR PET FOR MARIJUANA POISONING: VETERINARIAN

"A million things were running through my head," said Scott, 68. Marijuana poisoning was not among them. "I would never had thought that," she said.

Scott made a video call to Dr. Attas, who said Circe was showing all the signs of being high. She now keeps Circe on a shorter leash, mindful of where she pokes her nose.

"I don’t know if you know pugs — they’re constantly on the lookout for their next morsel," said Scott, who has owned four other pugs, none of whom ever returned home stoned. "But sometimes it's pretty tough to control them because they are so fast. They'll just dart at something."

Although dogs rarely die from marijuana poisoning, treatment can be expensive, sometimes requiring a trip to the animal emergency room, a stomach pump and intravenous fluids.

The stress on the patient and its owner is also enormous.

Bondi has been poisoned three times, the first time last fall, said his owner, Briggs.

Even as Briggs grew more vigilant when walking her pup, she acknowledged that she must have gotten distracted when Bondi became sick a second time. That time, she let Bondi ride out his high.

"Walking him ... it's just a really intense situation. So I’m always looking on the ground, and it’s just everywhere now," she said of the spent joints that she and Bondi come across on walks.

"One time," Briggs said, "I caught him and grabbed it out of his mouth."

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No thoughts. Just want to be folded into a mating press. My legs being spread as wide as they allow me too, while I get fucked so good full of his cum. Being breed so good and perfect, all he would need to do is just pull out and their cum starts to ooze out. Him watching the mess he made, eyeing his thick cum as it drools out of me. He “tsk’s” while filling me with another load of his white thick ropes of cum. Only this time, it’s much more creamier. His cum taking it’s time to fully drip out of me. Him smirking down at me while he shoves his fingers into my aching sore pussy, pugging in his cum, so that the chances of me getting pregnant is secured. In a matter of weeks, my stomach would be round with his children.

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Keep Your Dog Cool In the Summer

As the weather gets warmer and the sun gets brighter, we look forward to spending more time outside, however, the potential for dehydration, heatstroke, and danger to our dogs increases.

Being prepared for the heat of summer and knowing how to handle symptoms of overheating in your pet is important. Understanding which signs to look for is crucial, especially as some dog breeds are more susceptible to overheating than others due to their physiology. Because of their flattened faces, breeds such as Pugs, Boxers,  Shih Tzus, and Bulldogs have a more difficult time breathing when overexerted. These pets, along with the elderly, overweight, and pets with health problems should be kept cool more often than not.

What is Heatstroke?

Heatstroke occurs when the body becomes unable to control its temperature due to too much time in the heat: the body’s temperature rises rapidly and the body is unable to cool down. Signs of heatstroke include:

Excessive panting

Difficulty breathing

Increased heart and breathing rate

Drooling

Glazed Eyes

Profuse salivation

Vomiting

Deep red or purple tongue

Weakness or lethargy

Lack of balance or collapsing

If your dog shows signs of being overheated, quickly move them into the shade or an air-conditioned area. Applying ice packs or cold towels to their head, neck, and chest or run cool (not cold) water over them will help them cool down fast. Allow them to drink small amounts of cool water or lick ice cubes. Take them directly to a veterinarian if you think they are experiencing heatstroke or show signs of excessive stress due to the heat.

How Do I Keep My Pet Safe Outside?

Any time your pet is outside, it’s paramount to ensure that they have protection from the heat and direct sun, as well as having access to plenty of fresh, cold water. During times of excessive heat, adding ice to water can be helpful. Tarps and shade under trees are great sources of cooling because they don’t obstruct air flow but provide relief from direct sunlight.

When taking dogs out for a walk or to play, be aware of the surfaces they are walking on. On an 86-degree day, the asphalt can reach temperatures as high as 135 degrees! At 125 degrees, the pad of a dog’s paw can get burned in as little as 60 seconds.

A good rule to keep in mind is that when it comes to hot pavement: if it is too hot for your bare feet or the palm of your hand, it is too hot for their paws.

Top Tricks For Keeping Your Dog Cool

Whip up a batch of quick and easy DIY frozen treats for your dog this summer. A delicious Pupsicle recipe can be found HERE.

Keep your pet from overheating with a cooling body wrap, vest, or mat. You can find these at local pet stores or online at retailers like If your dog enjoys water, provide a shallow child’s pool for a cool soaking.

Always provide your pet with plenty of fresh water, whether your pets are inside or out. Hydration is one of the most essential needs for pet health. The hotter the temperature outside, the more water they will drink.

Splashing around in small, shallow pools of water or hosing down the driveway and sidewalk can make a big difference and help to ensure your dog doesn’t burn his or her paws. Remember, dogs do not have the ability to sweat, making it much harder for them to cool off their bodies. However, the bottom of your dog’s paws and the spaces between their toes function to keep them cool, meaning keeping their paws cool helps keep them cool!

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Addition:

High temperatures and humidity can cause heat stress to animals, just like it does in people. It’s important to monitor your pet at this time to make sure it remains cool, healthy and safe.

There are several visible signs associated with heat stress in animals, including:

 increased effort breathing or difficulty breathing;

 excessive panting;

 drooling;

 bright red gums;

 anxious behaviour, which includes agitation and excess barking;

 excessive water consumption;

 vomiting or diarrhea;

 weakness, dazed expression or incoherent behaviour; and

 collapse or seizure.

It is important to try to keep an animal dealing with heat stress as calm as possible. If symptoms are less severe, immediately move the animal to a cool and shady area. To help bring down body temperature, you can:

 place the animal near a fan or air conditioning;

 wrap the animal in wet, cool towels or place ice packs wrapped in towels on the animal;

 splash cool water on the animal;

 spray the animal’s body with a spray bottle filled with cool water; or

 offer water to drink if the animal is not vomiting.

If your animal is showing symptoms related to non-complicated heat stress, the actions above should result in the symptoms improving within about 5 minutes. If the signs worsen over time or your animal appears distressed, they should be taken to their vet immediately.

Some types of animals are more susceptible to heat stress and should be more closely monitored,

including those that are:

 dark coloured and with long or thick coats,

 flat-faced (i.e. pug and Shih Tzu breeds),

 overweight,

 very old or young,

 naturally hyper, anxious, or active, or

 living with underlying medical conditions, such as heart or lung disease

if you are dealing with extreme heat or even just. moderate heat in your area right now. 80f/26c is when it starts getting toasty for a lot of people. if you are in a heat wave and you have not done yourself the favor of googling fucking "heat exhaustion symptoms" i am shaking you violently right now. look it up. burn the symptoms into your brain. heatstroke is no joke and it can and WILL sneak up on you before you're aware it's even an issue. ohh my god

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7 Essential Tips to Keep Your Pets Safe in Summer

#cats #catlife #icatshop #pets

The blistering heat of the US summers can be harsh for humans and their pets. While we humans can manage things for ourselves, our pets need extra care during the hottest time of the year. In this blog, you will learn everything about dehydration and heat stroke in dogs and cats and also explore ways to protect the pets from it effectively.

What is a Heatstroke?

Heatstroke is a life-threatening condition that happens during excessive heat and severe hydration. If you live in cities which get hot during summer, you must take extra precautions to keep your dogs and cats safe.

Signs of Heatstroke in Dogs

Signs of Heatstroke in Cats

Sweaty Feet

Heavy Panting

Excessive Drooling

Rise in Rectal Temperature

Dry and Sticky Gum

Excessive Grooming to Cool Off

Loss of Appetite

Diarrohea

Vomiting

How to Prevent Heatstroke in Dogs and Cats?

Here are some of the ways you can prevent heatstroke in your pets and also keep them comfortable and relaxed during the scorching heat of summer.

Always keep a bowl of fresh water near your pets at all times. This will ensure that they are well-hydrated during the scorching heat of the summer. Remember not to feed your cats milk at all times as most felines are lactose intolerant.

Shield them From Direct Sunlight

This is one of the most important steps in preventing heat exhaustion in pets. Always keep them away from direct sunlight, especially between 12 pm and 4 pm, where the temperature is usually the maximum. During scorching heat, keep them in front of the AC at a comfortable temperature or by placing a table fan at a safe distance from them.

Add wet dog food and wet cat food to your pet’s diet. Gravy foods have relatively higher water content and are excellent for keeping pets well-hydrated, especially if they are reluctant to drink enough water. If you continue to feed kibble, add some water or broth to it and then feed. While feeding dry foods, always place a bowl of fresh water since dry kibble lacks moisture. For dogs, you can consider feeding them melons, apples, berries etc, since they consist of ample amounts of water and have a cooling effect on them.

Step Out When It’s a Bit Cool

Since daily walks are important for dogs, it is better to step outside when it has become a bit cool. Avoid going out when the sun is at its peak, especially between 10 am and 6 am. During summers, early mornings or late evenings are the best times to go for a walk with your dog. Also, avoid walking on pavements as they damage your pet’s paws. Always carry plenty of clean water with you as well.

Always Be Attentive While Travelling

If you are travelling in a car, never leave your dog or cat alone while you have parked. The temperature inside the car tends to be relatively higher than outside, and it can cause heatstroke in dogs even if windows are cracked. Remember to keep the AC on and also keep your pets well hydrated. If there is an emergency, and you have to get out, consider using cat carriers for transportation.

If you think shaving your dog’s hair during summer can keep them cool, then you are highly mistaken. The trick to keep your dogs cool during summers is to trim, and not shave. Your pets need fur on their body since it insulates their body from taking too much heat. Besides, shaving can also cause a lot of skin allergies and infections.

Ensure that your dog’s fur is cleanly trimmed. If your pet has long hair, comb them regularly to prevent the matting and tangling of the hair.

Focus on Breed-Related Problems

A dog’s breed type also determines how much vulnerable they are to heat. For instance, if you have a brachycephalic breed (flat-faced) like a Pug, Bulldog, French Bulldog etc, they are more sensitive to hot weather due to their short snouts. Hunting and working breeds like Golden Retrievers and German Shepherds also get hotter fast. Similarly for cats, you need to give special attention to long-haired breeds like Persian Cats, as they are also exposes to overheating.

All in All,

You have seen the symptoms of dehydration and heatstroke in both dogs and cats. It is important that the pet owners always keep a bowl of water near to their pets so that they can drink it when ever they want. Also, these seven tips will tremendously help you to keep your dogs and cats stay healthy and comfortable during the blistering heat of the summers.

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