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PET PERSON MEME

>> premise

Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.

The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.

Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.

So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?

As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.

With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master!

>> how to play

Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies.

So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon.

Rules

Comment with your character and say whether they'd be a master or a pet. Ideally, they could be played as both. Mention what kind of each they'd be and what they'd be like, (ie: "Xx-chan is a bunny girl who is happy to please her master" or "Asterothia is a cat boy who is aloof but loyal to his true master"). For pets, be sure to include features ("wolf ears, tail, teeth).

REMEMBER, pet does not automatically equal submissive and master automatically equal dominant. This is not a BDSM setting though BDSM can be included. How far you want to go with the actual "pet" aspect is up to you, as well. Your pet could just be your slightly-furry roommate or soulmate!
Comment to others.
Play out the scene.

>> prompts

This by no means an all-inclusive list, but it should get you going in the right direction.

First Time Pet/Owner: Usually, pets are gotten at a young age; you're an old dog. Can you learn new tricks?
True Bond: What all masters and pets yearn for...the pet's loyalty and adoration for life.
Love: It's expected for masters to love their pets, but to love them? Romance is strictly forbidden.
Old "Couple": Master and pet have grown together and know each other. You know, know each other.
Loss of Master: The pet has lost their master, perhaps even their True Bond. Is it possible to move on?
Young Master/Older Pet: Pets age quicker than masters, so it's possible to end up with a bit of an "age" difference.
Family Pet: This pet's been raised as part of the family. What happens when their feelings for a family member get more than platonic.
For Your Protection: You don't want to be a master, but you have to take in a pet for their protection lest they be in danger from the general public.
Stray: You're a stray or a "Free." Can you live like this with your biology screaming for you to make a match?
Servant: You're more servant than pet.
All Sex, All the Time: The only purpose for this pet is to service the master, and not in a way that means cleaning their house.
Guard: You're a loyal bodyguard, a service pet. You'll do anything for your master. Anything.
Pet Play: This is for those who prefer to keep their animals on leashes, have them eat from bowls, and keep away from clothing.
Breaking In: Training is important with any pet.
In Love with Another Master...or Pet: To lust after another's master is no better than treason, and to wish to be with another pet just cruel!
Punishment: Bad dog, no nookie!
Heat: All pets go into heat, and it's the responsibility of the owner to take care of this problem. After all, unchecked dry humping kills thousands every year.
Breeding: Breeders know the best qualities in each type and mate the cream of the crop together to continue lines. It's a hobby for some, a calling for others.
Territorial: Hey, hey, other dog person! This is your apartment. Stay the fuck out!
Kennel: Kennels are where unadopted pets are kept. They're generally agreed to be depressing places. Why not volunteer at one, keeping the pets healthy and happy with the kind of affection only humans can show?
Rebelling Against the System: Damn the Man! Pet people are people, too! Just be careful not to get talk. You know what happens to bad pets.
Instant Attraction: You ever just look at someone and know they're the one? That they're...your master? But what if you've been trying to fight it? Well, don't try!
Dominant Pet: You might be the pet, but you call the shots, at least in the bedroom.
Pet Show: Everyone wants to show off how perfect their animal is. Look at that ass! And you'll never believe their special skills...
Therapeutic: Pets, especially those bred for their kindliness, are perfect therapy for those who've been through trauma and heartache.
Jealousy: Who's that around your master? Oh, hell no. They better not be touching them!
Petting: Pet people are absolutely gaga for being touched. Even the most steely ones turn to mush for rubs.
Games: Playing with your pet and giving them exercise is a key to happiness. Of course, with a pet person, you might want to use other toys instead of a ball.

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"Y-Yes."

It was a flash, a memory that never was, so real that it was almost like the Echo. It brought her to pause. Even if things had turned out all right this time...

Her appetite was gone. She sighed, and she only barely managed to make herself finish before picking up her bowl and setting it aside. They could take their dishes to be cleaned later, but for now...

"Just... We'll pull out if we need to. Meat's nice, but it's not worth too much risk, right? You're still needed here."

Was that what she wanted to say? She didn't know. It partly was, but it partly wasn't. She wanted to say more, to emphasize just how much she didn't want to go through such a terrifying thing again. That he mattered, that she almost lost him, that she...

Damn it. It was something she hadn't wanted to face, but the near miss was enough for her to realize just what she was feeling. But she couldn't bring herself to say it, either. It was hard enough to try and voice exactly what she did want in that moment of respite.

"Will... Will you sit with me by the fire? If you're not busy."

( like vic's mother doesn't know the exact ongoings of the house down to the pets' behavior.

it wasn't a pet that kuja had been bought to replace, anyway. that's the real audacity of it all. that his grief for felicity, a years-old ache at this point, could be placated by this. that a pet could ever take the love reserved for his baby sister. just how little did their family think of the girl, in the end...?

fucking assholes. their dad really was the last bit of goodness in the family before his untimely death.

it's not the first time vic's called from his room for... a meeting, so to speak. and it's not the first time vic comes home after, visibly drained, only for kuja to be taking up the entire bed. after a moment of staring, he sighs and flops at his desk chair instead. )

Someone's looking cozy.

Mm... not necessary. I like you right here as you are.

( he purrs softly, brushing his lips against harque's hair. soft...

soft. so soft and kind.

harque won't mind a kiss, right? or how vic presses more against him, purring lowly? )

( these parties were always so tiresome- the expectations ramped up, and even a sigh at the wrong time and pitch would be met with scrutiny and then questions. it was a tedious song and dance that she's had to do too many times now, and it will happen again and again-

except, a few people look a bit.. almost worried? as she ends the pleasantries, looking not at her but past her. frowning, mafuyu glances over to kanade and... oh. oh dear. she almost looks sick- surely her parents will understand if she steps out to put her to bed. )

Are you not feeling well...? You don't have to stay. It's alright.

( ...

okay.

so.

that's... definitely something that absolutely no one was expecting. mafuyu stares for a moment. someone lied to mom. but mom

would blame what was available.

after that moment ends, mafuyu is at his side, gently but urgently trying to rouse him. )

I'm sorry. Mom likes to check on me when I get up.

( on one hand, mafuyu was a rabbit of the highest caliber. she was beautiful, with soft fur and a gentle demeanor. her ears matched her unique hair color, as did her tal. she was fit and healthy, as well as properly obedient.

on the other hand, when she came to rook's care, she'd been rattled by something and even struggled to finish her meals. exotic pet people veterinary care cited immense stress, and noted with some displeasure that her breeders seemed to be having this problem a lot lately.

well.

all's well that ends well, if she's out of there, right? and it'd been a slow process. but rook's keen eyes may notice that today, not only has mafuyu finished her meal, but she's even politely helped herself to a shiny red apple. wild! )

[Oh no. It isn't just the near-unbearable warmth buzzing through her body that dyes her cheeks red now - Kanade looks embarrassed, mortified almost. Had some of the guests truly noticed? Is this going to reflect badly on Mafuyu? What a pathetic excuse for a companion she is.]

N-No, I'm-

[Even her voice sounds off; what's normally such a soft and gentle tone now sounds rough and scratchy. Her ears droop low and her tail tucks close to the back of her knees, looking the very image of shamed.]

It's... It's nothing that can't wait until I'm alone.

[She hopes Mafuyu can understand the implication there. It's... a lot, but it's nothing serious. Anything wrong with her is never to be worried about. She'll suffer through her discomfort for another few hours, then deal with the guilt of leaving Mafuyu alone for the night once she's been allowed to escape from her mother's watchful eye...]

_{[ he wakes up like a cat, anyway, one eye coming quickly open to lock on to what's stirred him, the rest of him only rising after in tune to a long, languid stretch. ]}

Mm? It's that time already...?

_{[ open your eyes and see your own fur color, stupid "cat" ]}

Almost. ... You look different. That's why I'm trying to warn you.

( and if mom sees, there'll be something. it won't be pleasant for anyone. )

Please. I don't want something to happen to you because of it.

How different...?

_{[ NOW he's awake. He shifts up to sit with his back to the window, a knee pulled up to his chest. Then he pats at where the fluffy cat ears are SUPPOSED to be, on his head. ]}

..Ah. That different. I suppose you don't happen to have the hair of a real cat handy, do you? That was supposed to last a fortnight.

_{[ someone's hidden a slim little photo album he wasn't supposed to be looking at beneath his belly where he lay on the bed, too. Kuja's tail curls lazy figures through the air, the whole of him seemingly unreactive to his master's presence.

He hadn't expected Victor back so soon. Or maybe he'd just lost track of time, sating his curiosity regarding the face of the missing step in the stair. ]}

Hm, hm~. The pillows are really down, this time. None of that artifical garbage.

( victor is much too tired to care about illegal pets on the furniture situations. it doesn't even occur to him that maybe there's something else he got up to while... entertaining guests. running a hand through his hair, he sighs- )

Naturally. The Morais aren't cheap, you know. Mother would sooner slap someone in public than allow artificial garbage in her abode.

... Were you able to entertain yourself while I was gone? I know it gets boring, when I'm dragged away like that.

_{[ the very-high-cost artificial garbage bats his eyes innocently. ]}

Oh, yes. Your personal room is very entertaining, master. The pattern on the wallpaper is particularly exquisite. Did you know there are over four thousand individual leaves depicted by it, across each wall? It is almost as if I am at home in the canopy.

Edited (Typo) 2023-06-10 09:48 (UTC)

You just got a new box of books, smartass.

( it is huge and full of things he has never read before! he can't help when he's torn away from their little life!

... but vic sighs again. )

I've been arguing for you to get more space, I promise.

_{[ the box has already been pawed through, too, with neat little stacks made that seem to have no initial rhyme or reason-- one stack is a couple of engineering books, a collection of nursery rhymes, and some schlocky high fantasy adventure-- but really, are based on how interested he is in them. He's gonna pace himself on the really good morsels. ]}

--ah, a parlor would be nice! They can call it all yours, if it makes them feel better, adjoin us a room-- see THAT wall? They barely use the room on the other side.

Edited 2023-06-10 10:15 (UTC)

[i would not let this man be a master tbh but if that's your thing: expect to be pampered and live in the lap of luxury. also expect to be babied by his 9230483209 family members who i may or may not mention depending—

as a pet: snek. this can go two ways, either you get some light snake features like a long tail a la the Pythia in arknights, or we go full naga. just specify pls—]

[as a pet: a pretty, silvery bird with large wings and tailfeathers and a penchant to be kind of a brat but you love him anyway—

as a master: why would you let this man do anything at all he can't cook and he's got an anxiety disorder. luckily, he's very doting and playful and will take care of you. minus the cooking thing.

he's a bit of a himbo ngl—]

( there's not really any rhyme or reason as to why tyki's beloved panther gets so prickly with him. even he can't properly explain it. sometimes when pressed he says they were haters in a past life, which makes road crack up.

this does not stop vic from waiting at the window when tyki's living his double life or doing missions for the earl. this does not stop him from crawling into the other's bed, resting against his back with his face in his shoulders-

this also doesn't stop him from sitting at the top of a human-sized cat tower to snub him and his gifts, or sassing, or anything else.

today he's at the window, waiting, chin in one hand and a bored look on his face. he will claim he was simply watching the rain. )

[Vash is not your normal pet. To most, he is considered to be an exotic breed- wild, feral, unpredictable, yet alluring despite it all- with his platinum blonde hair and long tail to match. He is a Fennnec after all, a far cry from most "domesticated" pets. Yet despite his nature, Vash himself couldn't be more different. Kind, friendly, complacent...for most, he would make for a perfect companion. But Vash...is difficult, and not in the predictable ways. He seems to draw attention and trouble no matter where he goes. He's had owners before, but it's never worked out. He's only ever tried to be good for them, and to help the people he loves...only for things to end in tragedy. His very first home, the place he thought he would live for the rest of his life...their home burnt down when Vash had unintentionally tripped a faulty wire, causing the building to be engulfed, along with everyone inside.

Vash had been the only survivor, and now? He lived as a stray, refusing to stay in any one place for long. Even when taken in or adopted, he would soon slip away in the dead of night before they could have a chance to miss him. It was for their, and his, own good.

He wasn't sure he could take much more heartache.

These days, he'd garnered himself a reputation as a troublemaker. Why? He really could only guess...perhaps people were simply prejudiced due to his species. Perhaps he was being mistaken for another pet. Or maybe, his penchant for being unlucky simply preceded him. It wasn't long at all before he was finally caught and Kenneled.

He'd been living here for the better part of a week under the impression that he would be set up for adoption at some point. But that wasn't so. Vash, along with a handful of others, were under deliberation as they were considered unique menaces to society. No one would want them. They posed a threat not only to owners, but to themselves and other pets around them.

Three days prior, Vash had overheard that he would be slated for termination in 72 hours.

He wasn't sure, then, why he'd been kept with the other pets. Perhaps they simply had no other room. Or, perhaps it was meant to be a punishment, to watch beyond the bars of his cell as others went to new homes while he awaited his fate. After a while, he turns away and sits with one shoulder to the bars, mechanical arm glinting in the low light of the hallways as his tail dragged the dusty, grimy floor underfoot.]

[Let's be honest with ourselves here, sometimes (oftentimes) Lulubell is also in the cat tower. She's just a weird shapeshifter and she's up there with him all the time to laugh at every time Vic acts like a twit. In retrospect, half the family is like that.

Either way, it's nice to see his favourite kitty in the window, waiting for him to get home from... well. Don't worry about it, actually, it's fine.

Despite it raining pretty hard, Tyki is not wet at all thanks to his absolutely OP abilities, and he didn't bother going out with an umbrella ~~usually because Lero is enslaved by his niece all the time~~ knowing it would be entirely unnecessary. That means he doesn't mind standing out here for longer than necessary to walk up to the window and tap his nails on the glass with a smirk.

Hello, kitty. :)]

[Sometimes, at pet agencies like this, the freakiest of the freaks come in to adopt. Even if they insist that they're not adopting out the "unruly" pets at the front, unruly families have sway. If the pets are dangers to their owners, leave it to dangerous owners to tame them. It's a shady system, but then again, so is an entire system dedicated to owning sentient creatures.

Tyki doesn't care either way for morals, what's shady or not shady, he's just here to find something fun. Something to play cards with him when he's not out tricking people out of their belongings in strip poker. Something he can take on his mining adventures with him — and who knows, maybe Eeez will be enthused about a pet, the kid's always excited about something. All nice thoughts that a man like him shouldn't have, since he's not exactly nice.

Nice men don't adopt feral strays. But here he is, crouching down in front of the bars, because something glistening caught his eye. A prosthetic arm, huh...

Tyki sticks a cigarette through the bars of the cage as an offer.]

Seems lonely in there. Need a light?

[That's his other interest. Smoking. It's not gonna kill him anyway.]

[Harque does not mind a kiss, no, but it completely catches him off-guard — it's his first one, you know, he's been told he's not supposed to do this until marriage and only with a nice, wealthy girl of similar status to him. Vic kissing him is highly off limits for multiple reasons, according to society, but it's not off limits for Harque, who spins in his chair and tries to kiss back.

He's not really sure how it works. But Vic's getting arms thrown around his neck anyway.]

Oh, [he says, soft and afflicted, because to him this is all sweet and kind and not leading onto something completely salacious.] Victor... I had no idea.

[yes he's taking this as a love confession.]

[At this point in his life, Vash feels like this is a mercy. Not that he wants to die, of course. There's still so much he hasn't done...so much he hasn't atoned for. Death is almost too much of a kindness, when he's been the source of so much misfortune and heartache for others. Taking him off the streets means that won't be happening to anyone else. He can rest easy knowing that, he thinks...

So he sits there with his temple against the cool metal, waiting. He figures it has to be only a few hours, by now.

He doesn't actually see Tyki until he's right up next to his cage, and even then you would think he would have heard him long before he got this close. It's because Vash's mind is a million miles away, one of his large ears flicking as he glances over past the hood of his coat. It takes him a moment, looking at the cigarette, to realize what it even is.]

Oh. No, I...I don't...sorry.

[He's had owners who did. He didn't begrudge them for it, he just couldn't get into it himself. Perhaps he was just never coaxed hard enough, or perhaps it smelled too smoky for his liking.]

( GROSS. vic makes a face and turns away abruptly and haughtily, as any perfect snub is. )

I know you can hear me, stop ruining the view.

( crossing his arms, he leans back and continues to look not at the window. why did he get stuck with this guy...? honestly.

never mind the fact that it will be perfectly warm when tyki does finally step inside, or that there just happens to be a small box of goodies on the table for him. that wasn't vic's doing! or so he says. )

They barely use any of the rooms here. It's about control.

( admittedly, vic's room is big. it'd be opulent, even, if he wasn't so down to earth ultimately. mostly just immensely tall bookshelves, really. but is it enough for two grown-ass men? especially when one's a monkey.

vic's hoping to get someone to take kuja to a pet spa for a day sometime, so that he can install more features for his enrichment and entertainment. at least he takes books easily. maybe a television...?

his head hurts. )

... What would you like? In your ideal space.

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i am robbing bakerstreet again

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AY MA THERE'S A WEIRD CAT INSIDE

whoops i died because life is a nightmare BUT. hands you a bunnyfuyu

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Tyki Mikk | D.Gray-Man | M/M for shipping otherwise OTA

Ain (Bluhen Route) | Elsword | M/M for shipping, otherwise OTA

gives tyki his handsome cat who hates him

slides in here

he hates him soooo much (affectionate)

eats you

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NOO DONT EAT HIM

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