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jakemyboy · 1 year
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He actually is letting the sun touch him. Not a sun lover is he. 🌞
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Pastel Rainbow Dog ID Pack
Requested by Anon
Names:
Aero, Akita, Amber, Amitola, Anuenue, Bea, Blossom, Blue, Blush, Brittany, Cain, Cairn, Canine, Capri, Celeste, Champagne, Coral, Crayon, Daffodil, Daisy, Dane, Dog, Doggie, Dusty, Goldie, Gordon, Green, Hina, Iridiana, Jack, Kaleido, Kelpie, Lab, Lavender, Lilac, Mal, Malinois, Manzat, Marigold, Mauve, Mutt, Orange, Pascal, Pasty, Paw, Peach, Peaches, Pearl, Periwinkle, Poly, Pooch, Pup, Puppy, Purple, Rain, Rainbeau, Rainbow, Red, Rose, Rosie, Rott, Russell, Scottie, Shepherd, Soft, Softy, Spitz, Splatt, Splott, Summer, Tosa, Tulip, Yellow, Yip
Zi don’t normally do noun names but did try a bit here? Sorry if it’s underwhelming!
Pronouns:
arf/arfs, bark/barks, blu/blue/blues, bud/buddy/buddys, canine/canines, col/color/colors, cor/coral/corals, cyan/cyans, dog/dogs, fluff/fluffs, gree/green/greens, ind/indigo/indigos, or/orange/oranges, paint/paints, pale/pales, pas/pastel/pastels, pastel/pastels, paw/paws, pup/puppy/puppys, pup/pups, pur/purple/purples, rain/rainbow/rainbows, re/red/reds, viol/violet/violets, wag/wags, woof/woofs, ye/yellow/yellows, yip/yips, ❤️/❤️s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌫️/🌫️s, 🍡/🍡s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍭/🍭s, 🎉/🎉s, 🎊/🎊s, 🎨/🎨s, 🏳️‍🌈/🏳️‍🌈s, 🐕/🐕s, 🐕‍🦺/🐕‍🦺s, 🐩/🐩s, 🐶/🐶s, 🐾/🐾s, 💙/💙s, 💚/💚s, 💛/💛s, 💜/💜s, 📒/📒s, 📕/📕s, 📗/📗s, 📘/📘s, 📙/📙s, 📚/📚s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🖍️/🖍️s, 🦄/🦄s, 🦮/🦮s, 🧡/🧡s, 🩵/🩵s, 🩷/🩷s
Titles:
A Barking Rainbow, A Dog of Pastel Lighting and Colorful Hues, That Pastel Dog, The Colorful Puppy, The Dog of Pastel Colors, The Light Rainbow (In The Shape of A Dog), The Pastel One, The Puppy Covered in Colors, [prn] Who Barks in Many Shades
Genders:
Caninaesic, Dogstimmic, Kiddiepuppic, Pastelcutic, Pastelgender, Pastelpixelgender, Pastrasea, Puparciel/Pupaurciel, Pupgender, Pupsleepyic, Rainboscarfcloudic, Rainbowaesic, Rainbowgender, Rainbowquartzic, Rainbowsquish, Somnollisgender, Yellowdogplushic
Other MOGAI:
Alderainbow, Caninevesi, Canivior, Dog Omninoun, Dogperspesque, Dogvesi, Pastelaestelic, Pupperspesque, Puppyperspesque, Pupvior, Rainbowvesi, Rainbowvior/Rainbowalius/Rainbowperspesque, 🌈 Omninoun
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slushiekinz · 4 months
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Finished my new boys ref, Blu the shark doggie
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blubushie · 1 month
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Hey Blu! I was just wondering what kind of actions or things Misty does that make you question HOW she done it bc she is a working dog mix that's has high intelligence. I'm just asking bc my labradoodle somehow got my mom's aqua de nuez (flavored pecan water, I'm just clarifying what that is if you dont know, but since you have lived in California you probably heard or seen aqua fresca. But i want to make sure) that was in a plastic cup on her nightstand to her doggy bed without spilling it and poping the top it open to drink from it. My mom said there was not a drop spilled, which she would understand if a dog tried to move a plastic take out cup, and it was as if a person just handed it to her. (Which could not happen bc 1.) My mom was fiercely defensive over the drink bc she loves it and 2.) I was the other person in house and is recovering from norovirus) This is not the first time our dog has taken a drink from my mom's nightstand when she wasn't looking but it is the most impressive as the other drinks were taken in a similar way only she was on my mom's bed which is leveled to the nightstand.
Climbs trees
Knows exactly what I'm thinking before I'm gonna do it
SOMEHOW KNOWS HOW TO OPEN MY CAR DOOR. I have to lock the door when I leave cuz luckily she doesn't know how to unlock that
CAN OPEN MY FUCKING FRIDGE. I have to keep meat in the drawer because otherwise she will eat the fucken meat in the fridge. Cheese too. She doesn't touch the greens.
Can predict anxiety attacks and PTSD episodes
Just Looks At You Like She Knows (I'm convinced she's a person stuck in a dog's body)
Once went to a pub and came back to find Misty atop the roof of the camper. I let Misty have free run in small outback towns. I have no idea how the fuck she got up there. No one witnessed her climb up.
Has an internal clock that's never wrong. 4pm on the nose she demands she goes for a walk and will make my life hell until I take her with me on one. At this point I don't know if she's doing it for her mental health or mine.
Knows what "hot" means, as in temperature. I never taught her this that I'm aware of, but when I cook food I just have to say "hot" and she won't want any until I give her the ok.
At some point she somehow figured out that slamming the horn of my ute makes me come running back to her. This has developed into a Problem where if I leave her in the front seat and take too long (and "too long" can be anywhere from walking away from the car to 20 minutes with the window down solar fan on) she'll start honking the horn to make me come back.
Talking. If you tell her something, half the time she'll sass back at you. Also she screams when she wants to go for a walk. Whatever you're imagining when I say "she screams", it's worse.
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magdasabs · 1 year
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Just thinking about how much fun Blu will be having at Villa doggy day care
omg you are so right, this transfer was actually for blu blu 🥺
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d0gg0n3f3r4l · 7 months
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Woof!
Hiii, I'm V! Or Blu, if you want a pup name to call me!
You don't godda call me that though, you can call me pup, puppy, doggy, goodboy, daddy. Whatever you want !!
♧20, minors DNI
♧Switch, major sub leans. Subtop, subbottom, etc.
♧expansive list of k/nks, including the obvious pupplay, primal,hypno/brainwashing, st0ner stuff...
♧few limits! No vomit, blackmail themes..
♧not many triggers! Can get paranoid tho, and struggle with disordered eating and body image. Please note that before interacting^^
♧Asks and DMs open ^^ arf!
UPDATE: I'm gonna start using a personalized tag! #blubarks
Fetlife: doggone
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basicallyblank · 3 days
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So cute and funny that Jordy just lost to arsenal and then they gathered for doggy day🥰 finally see calv and little blu together🥹🥹
I’ve not seen any sign of blu yet
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Ok so TECHNICALLY they are mini weenie dogs anyway
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This is Daisy she is an old girl and the bestest doggy in the world she’s i think fourteen now?? She’s really old and fat and tired and she stinks because she’s old but god she’s just the best puppy and i adore her so much. I got her for Christmas when i was really young, and every Christmas my mom and i tell her she’s the bestest Christmas puppy dog ever. She loves when i dry my hair because that means she gets blown hot air by the blow dryer, she could not give less of a fuck about vacuum cleaners, and she must be fed at six in the morning or she cries
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And this is the fuckhead Blu. She’s a piss maggot, she pees whenever anybody who isn’t my grandfather picks her up, she refuses to eat unless literally nobody is near her (Daisy eats her food a lot because of that), she’s a fuckin idiot, and she loves me until literally anything else sits down and is big enough to lay on. She’s a black and tan dappled dog, and one of her eyes is blue, hence her name. I dont have good pictures of her because she sucks
DAISY AND BLU!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH!!!!!!
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elsadaisywrites · 9 months
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House of sand
On that bed two lie naked. Old skin, thin and worn. Teeth, jagged and stained. At one point they were a man and a woman. But now, they were lumps under sheets. It’d be nice to hold each other, but then that’d mean they liked each other. She wakes up first. It was somewhere between lunch and dinner. The two most important times of the day. She hated waking up, crawling out of bed, and how stuffy the air was. But she got up, and she went to look at the front door. She looked at the front door, but she was naked. She was naked, so she put on a robe. Sometimes she wondered just what exactly went on the night before. The night before she woke with bruises and sore bones. The night before the sheets got covered in blood, or maybe vomit. But any fool would know what went on. She was a fool, for sure. She just much preferred to wonder. He was still naked, stuck in the sheets. Probably glued there, next to their spoons. 
Under her feet, granules crunched like leaves.
Step, step, step. To the pantry. Get your Cheerios. Step, step, step. Here comes the man. Squash the bug. Get your Cheerios. My man, go get it. Step, step, step. Go make some coffee, honey. If only her father had taught her how to box. So he ate his Cheerios, and he liked the Giants. Watched them as often as she’d let him. She was waiting for her coffee. She poured her cup, sat down. He got up. He got his coffee, and she took the Cheerios, because fuck it. She was up first. He was naked. He was just so naked. She should have stayed in high school. 
If she looked through the steam of the coffee, he was maybe handsome. He was maybe not so thin. He was maybe not so greasy. It’d be nice to pour her coffee on him, let it soak into the sand. It’d be nice if he’d shower. It’d be nice if she smiled. It’d be nice… if for just one goddamn day he was enough. 
That was their lives. That was their whole entire lives. That was it. After her coffee she swept the tiles. Out on to the front porch, as there was too much for a dustpan. Beat the rugs, babe. 
When she woke up, she would look at the door. Then put on her robe. At night they’d get high and she’d lay there. Sometimes she’d pour coffee on him, and sometimes he’d want some Cheerios. He never told her to stay. She never told him that she didn’t like it when he took the Cheerios. Often, she didn’t stay. Always, she would come back. It was love. Take me back. Forgive me. And they did. Too many mistakes, and too many miscarriages. He was sorry, and he was guilty. And when she was naked he just couldn’t help it. And she didn’t care (but she cared). He would come home with flowers, and she would take them. Then, scoop the sand off the table, off the counters. Sand was piled next to the T.V., and he pretended to see the Giants, clear-as-day. Babe, get the rugs.
Once she left, gone for a whole month. He thought it was for good. She must have made up with her mother. He got himself a Pittie, named it Blu. Gentle. Blu was a rescue. One day there she was. Fuck him. The man was just so sorry, he was just so sorry, and he was thankful she came back. Sorry about the dog. Only just a dog. She didn’t think so, and she was wrong. But she ran him over in her rusty Ford. He couldn’t have a thing. He buried the dog in back. Her mother had been dead since June, and the sand started coming back.
When one would get mad they’d whoop the other. Then, she would leave. Then, she’d come back. No friends, and their family was gone, who’d love trash anyway? Other trash would. Slap. slap, slap. No doggy for you. No pittie, no kitty, no rotten old fish. Kick, kick, kick. No job. No degree. They just look at ch’ya too funny. Spit, spit, spit. Your family’s shit. Gobble. Gobble, gobble. You can hobble for awhile. What can it hurt? I know you’ll come back.  
They acted like the sand wasn’t even there.     
Would you believe they were 42. Just yesterday they were 16. Just last night he knelt down in front of her, and pulled out a ring. It was nothing special. Bastard probably stole it. He said something about love and God and she laughed him away. It started raining sand. He spent the night on the floor (in the sand), feet away from his Blu who was resting just outside the door. How many times had he asked her? He had lost count. She just wanted to see if he’d ask again. She just wanted to see how many times she could leave before he changed the locks. 
Just the day after she felt eternity would be better. Swearing on her life and on the bible and on Blu that another night in that bed and she’d set the house on fire. So she waited until he went to bed. And pulled out his handgun, the one he kept safe in the closet. And she’d point it at him. Then at her. Then at him. Then she’d put it back. Then she’d pick it up. Then she left the house. How many times had she promised to burn the house down? How many nights were spent staring at the barrel of a gun? Where is my picket fence? They’d lost track.
She never messed with the gun before, long before. But years ago she had never touched drugs. Drugs were here now, and so was her man. Years ago she had never killed a thing. But his dog was gone, and he was still here. People change. There was a time when he had never known what it felt like to have his dick burned. Then she threw hot coffee on him, naked. There was a time when neither knew what it felt like to be forgiven, and then they met each other. 
She came back in the house that very night, ankle deep in sand. The same as any other night she had left the house, but this was like the night she first shot up. This was like the night she killed his dog. This was like the night he choked her and he choked her hard. He loaded up the needle, and wound her arm up good. Off to bed. And in the morning she was up before him, and she was a woman of her word. That extra gallon of gas? Yes, the one in the little red container. Yes, that one. Pouring it on him. At first he thought it was just another wake up call. A pot of coffee. But this one wasn't hot, yet. He jumped out of bed, smelling the stench. Before she lit the match he had her bloodied and out the door, naked. They were both just so naked. 
They were both just so naked all the time. At 16, he had a truck. In the back of the truck they’d get naked. Everything had been so surreal and forgettable and unsure. Hating the feeling of it coming to an end. Rather spend their whole lives in the back of a truck. Under a blanket. When the ground they slept on was clean. No need to walk or to eat or to breathe. That meant it would change. That meant that things would change. Both were just so scared, scared to lose one another. Scared to breathe, because that would change things. Lovebirds tangled up like a web, lying on a bed. Their hearts so far past simple and sweet. 
Their house was just so dirty. She wished he’d let her open the blinds. Burp, burp, burp. He hasn’t shaved in weeks. Yell, yell, yell. Now, they’re 53. Punch, punch, punch. And their lives are still the same. Cry, cry, cry. Together, they were alone. 
Farther along the line they went. An overdose… or two. But they still haven't kicked it, yet. “What a shame…”, said the neighbors. “They’re no good for eachother…”, said the cops. But who would they be without one another? Without drugs and the sand they would still be the same. Without one another, they just wouldn't be together. Sirens heard, everyday. She was soft, like a bird. He went away. Off to the pound, and she brought him back, again. But when she drove her Ford, he fought back. Then naked they would go to bed. Together. 
Each time, the sand rising. Sometimes coming down in torrents. Doing their best to sweep it out. 
She had a vase, once, that broke. He’d used it as an ashtray, for his smokes. All of the ashes and all of the butts came tumbling out, and onto the rug. She had broke the vase, but he was the one who wasn't so kind to her grandma’s old gift. Yes, he had known how much it had meant. Really, now that all was spent, could a vase really break an old lover’s nest? And that was the straw, that broke the camel’s back. Oh, wait… she came back. This time waist deep, then rising rising, until they couldn’t breathe.
Drive, drive, drive. The old man went to sell her Ford. Sweep, sweep, sweep. She finally did some chores. Changing the blanket, and washing the sheets. The sand was blowing away, in heaps. Pour, pour, pour. Gasoline goes in the tank. The tank of a truck, that he had painted blue. Whoop, whoop, whoop. Whoop the cushions of that couch. Where he can watch the Giants, and you can drink coffee without a pout. How? How? How? How does that robe fit you so nicely? Did you buy it for yourself? Where? Where? Where? Where did the spoons go? Did you just throw them out like that? Oh, I know! They went in the drawers. Cheerios aren't just a snack. You pour them in bowls, with milk and your coffee. Then you sit at the table, and watch the sun rise. Then off to the bedroom. Who will be first? “Just sit there, my darling? You’ve tried, did it work?” And he pulls out the gun, and together they stare. Together like always. He points it at air. Then suddenly, she’s looking into that barrel again. She doesn’t care if she’s pretty. She cares if it ends. Then his turn to go. Together again, they lie once more. Their house full of sand. The end.
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ao3feed-tf2ships · 19 days
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One Sick Puppy
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54256420
by KnotMyForte
!!!READ THE TAGS BEFORE CLICKING!!!
“Here. That dog you've always wanted, Jeremy.” Spy had said before leaving the room, gone before Scout could sputter out a confused thank you. In the box Spy had given him was a German Shepherd puppy that would eventually grow up to become the BLU team's "K9 Unit" guard dog. Times had changed since then in ways that would make Spy wish he never got Scout that dog in the first place.
OR: Dogpilled but with Scout, in which he gets fucked by the team's (but mostly his) guard dog in the middle of a battle.
Words: 5763, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Team Fortress 2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2)
Relationships: Scout (Team Fortress 2)/Guard Dog, Scout & Spy (Team Fortress 2)
Additional Tags: Bestiality, Anal Sex, Knotting, Scratching, Doggy Style, Situational Humiliation, Caught, Public Sex, Choking, Scout Knows Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dove about as dead as Scout's dignity, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54256420
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littlebithad12 · 3 months
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: "BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA". DVD & BLU-RAY. COLOR. RATED PG. DISNEY..
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jakemyboy · 1 year
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My Blu Blu, I still love him dearly. But I'm so upset right now. Apparently the new style harness is not magic. He got around the first corner so well....and then stopped. No pleading, treat luring, comforting, acting excited to go forward, dragging a few inches, would change his mind. There were no scary sounds. I'm going back to his old harness, I saw potential for this style to slip over his head. I walked a 90 pound Jake on Blu's old harness, in all situations, and Jake was a mighty freight train of a puller, lunger and spinner, and never once did I feel that harness had potential to slip off. What will be will be, maybe there will be days like the last two where he walked confidently. As long as he is happy to go out there at all, I suppose that is a good thing.
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priokskfm · 3 months
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disturbedforaliving · 6 months
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it’s so crazy that it was only 2 months with you. i wish i would’ve been nicer. you are an adventure dog at heart, & i would’ve made sure you were great at it by next year. i would’ve taught you how to catch treats in the air, like Wolf. i’m gonna miss throwing food at your nose just for it to bonk you & fall to the ground. i’m gonna miss how soft your ears are. i wish i would’ve got to feel them one last time. i heard you crying that morning. i wish i would’ve got up.
i wish i had a car, so you wouldn’t have had to die alone. you didn’t deserve that. i keep picturing how you probably wagged your tail when you were about to greeted with death, because even through all this, you loved when people would come see you. you always wagged your tail. every day.
i already miss your energy around the house. Wolf ignores us most of the time. i wish i would’ve been nicer. it would be a lie to say i didn’t find it a little annoying that you would never leave me alone, but i wish you were still bugging me.
what i really wish is that we never got to meet at all. i wish you would’ve found your forever home and got to live a fun full life with your original family. you should be a sweet old dog who gets in his regular car ride for a trip to see the vet in 10 years. but instead, you’ll be buried next to Blu. i heard he was a good boy too.
there’s so many things i wish i could change, i wish that i wasn’t the only one with such a raging urgency to help. it didn’t dwindle. it hasn’t dwindled now even though it’s too late.
i’m really so heartbroken, & i only had you for two months.
i always wonder what’s after death, but i hope that my hell hound is in heaven.
i love you Dog (Doggy, Duff, Doug, That Dog, The Black Dog)
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midnighticephnx · 11 months
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: DISNEY'S BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA 3 'VIVA LA FIESTA!' Blu-Ray+DVD+Digital Copy.
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cwvtqsldtbs · 1 year
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PREMIUM A1 PUSSY WETS FAT DICK INSTANTLY💦🐳 German MILF Pov teased Blowjob Handjob for Young Guy سكس راجل عربي مسلم She loves Anal destruction and squirting Pietra Analslut Blowjob Bet Pays Off Petite teens pussy licked Young teen amoy Sky Blu black woman used by white jerks Having fun Doggy Style Redheaded teen pounded
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