#Loyal Dogs

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Man’s dog was by his side the entire time he was at the hospital. 🐶🥹🤎

[infohollic2023]

Newfoundland: a Giant and Historical Dog

Newfoundland: a Giant and Historical Dog, known for its strength, intelligence, and gentle temperament. The Newfoundland is a large, powerful, and working dog. Originating from Canada, these dogs were originally bred to haul fishing nets, pull sleds, and rescue them from the water. Today, they are bred as family dogs, therapy dogs, and show dogs. Read more.......

[monday--vibes]

Hi!! I just wanted to say that i really really loved Dogs Of War!! And so i wanted to ask two (technically three) things, 1) i noticed that edward is reminded a lot of resembool when hes in the south on the frontlines so, assuming that he ever manages to escape and go back home, do u think that hed maybe not be able to adjust cause he constantly thinks hes back out fighting due to the landscape? :3 2) could i draw things from the fic? I mostly use twitter but id send u the link thru here!Thanks!

Hi, Anon! I'm so happy to hear that you got a kick out of Dogs of War! ❤️

I'm going to answer in reverse order so that I can put spoilers under the cut:

2) *insert frantic screaming noises* Of course you can draw things from the fic! Thanks for asking! Please just make sure to add the name of the fic, my author name, and a link.

And, yes, please do send me the link, too -- I'd love nothing more than to gush over your amazing artwork and (if it's okay) add the link to the bottom of the applicable chapter.

1) Ooooh. What an interesting thought. Resembool was mentioned when describing the area just so that readers could have a reference of what it looked like...

Edward does suffer from PTSD when he finally gets back home, and there are a couple of things that trigger flashbacks for him, but the landscape itself isn't ever something that I'd considered.

[crowcore-crowbar]

Dog

I'm yours darling

I'm your puppy

I listen to every word you say

I just want to be yours

I'll do whatever you say my love

I will beg for your touch

I will beg for your attention

And I will lay at your feet when you are busy and I will wait because being in your presence is my favorite thing

I will wait at the door when you leave

I'll be good

For you

I'll listen

I'm yours darling

Only yours

I will always be yours

No-one else's

You are my human

I could never fall for another

You are mine

And I am yours

I am your puppy

No matter what you do or say

I will always come back

You are my owner

My only owner

I love like a dog and take what I am given

I love violently and ferally and I am wildly protective because I know what it's like to be alone in the darkness

I know how it stings

I love violently because my violence is how I'm alive

It's how I was raised

I am desperate for love

For your love

Because I love like a dog

And I am yours

Forever

I am your dog.

-Quinn D'Amico

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 1 / ??? ]

[breedbarks-111]

Top 10 Best Companion Dog Breeds

Choosing the right dog breed is crucial to finding a loyal, affectionate companion dog that suits your lifestyle, such as the Labrador, or Golden Retriever.

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[mspitscorner]

The Pitbull Paradox: Breaking Down Stereotypes and Celebrating the Breed

Pitbulls have a bad reputation in some circles due to misconceptions and negative stereotypes, but the truth is that they can make wonderful companions for the right person. These loyal and affectionate dogs are often misunderstood and unfairly judged based on their breed, when in reality, they are just like any other dog – capable of being loving, faithful, and gentle companions. One of the…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Be wary not of the beast, but the hand that tamed it.

(Read more dog training tips over at Tiger Tiger)

[thepastisalreadywritten]

A dog chased an ambulance carrying its owner all the way to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, the loyal dog waited outside while its owner was treated and released. 🐶🥹🤎

[infohollic2023]

Owning an Australian Shepherd: The Thrilling Adventure of Nurturing Their Unwavering Loyalty

Australian Shepherds were initially bred as shepherds. They have an ancient and rich history embedded in their working capabilities. Over time their exceptional qualities have established them as beloved family members and devoted companions. All dogs are generally loyal, and thus the loyalty of the Australian Shepherd goes far beyond being merely an obedient breed. Read more.....

[monday--vibes]

Hi I’m soooo late to the game but I just finished Dogs of War and it broke my heart!!!! It is insane to me how fma authors can take such heartbreaking source material and make it MORE heartbreaking!!! It may drive me to an early death. This fandom specifically has a penchant for hurt/no comfort and I am not built for that LMAO. Regardless your work was fantastic and beautifully written and I appreciated so much the effort you put into every character and the mystery plot and the pacing. Love love love

Aaahhh! Anon, I'm so sorry I missed this. It... got buried? Is that an excuse I'm allowed to run with?

In any case, thanks for the message -- I'm really glad you enjoyed Dogs of War so much!

[rachelsdayherewegoagain]

Sugery

Had my surgery about two weeks ago. It was a Wednesday morning I had to be there at 6:45am and the surgery was to start at 8:00am. I got there and changed into my gown and was taken in to await surgery. They put this inflatable heat blanket on me I ma assuming to tenderize my insides lol. I meet with everyone and was having a beta blocker inserted into my stomache to freeze my abdo so I wouldn’t…

[yanderedrabbles]

Sunk and Gone

Yandere! Gangster x Mafia Boss! Reader

Fluff, needy yandere, age difference, slightly suggestive content

He was just some dumb kid who played with fire.

Before he knew it, he was getting his ass kicked by the real deal, the big time guys.

He dropped your name out of pure desperation. He had no clue who you were really. He just wanted to save his own skin.

He never expected you to actually show up.

In your white tailored suit, you were like some mafioso guardian angel.

You tilted his chin up to face you and he couldn't bear to meet your eyes. You were goddamn terrifying.

"This little punk says he's one of mine?"

You lazily blew your cigar smoke into his face. It was black cherry, high class stuff. He can still remember the taste of it on his tongue, the way it made his whole body tingle.

He thought he was done for. You were probably gonna set your own guys on him for dropping names he had no business knowing.

He never expected you to save him.

His beat down gurus were cussing up a storm, saying he practically maimed one of their guys, he wouldn't even be able to walk for a week.

What bullshit. The most he did was give the guy a shiner before he was getting his own ass kicked.

You smiled at him then, like you knew exactly how much crap they were spewing.

You nodded and your guys threw a fat stack of cash on the table. All 100s. God, there must have been at least 5k just sitting there.

You hauled him to his feet and that's when he realised you were stronger than you looked too.

"Why?"

He barely even managed to ask that.

You were trying to light a new cigar and get back in your fancy car, but your lighter was just throwing up sparks.

He found himself reaching into his pocket and pulling out his shitty gas station lighter. He struck a flame and held it out to you.

You leaned in and caught his eyes for the second time that night. The flame was dancing in your eyes and you looked just like the devil.

He was sunk right then and there and he knew it.

He showed up outside your office everyday, waiting with his lighter clasped in his sweaty palm.

Everyday without fail, you would give him a chance to light one of your smokes for you.

"Don't you got someplace better to be kid?"

"No ma'am."

And he kept doing it, rain or shine or snow. On bad days, he'd bring his umbrella and unfurl it for you before you even stepped out of the car.

"You shouldn't keep hanging around kid. It ain't safe."

"I know ma'am."

He stayed, despite the dirty looks from the gangsters, despite the way they bumped into him hard enough to bruise. He stayed, stubborn as a goddamn mule, until you gave up on getting rid of him.

"I got a job for you kid."

"Anything you ask ma'am."

Oh he was a sucker for you. You had him hook, line and sinker without even trying.

And he worked hard. Running errands and then pushing drugs and then beating down the folks you set him loose on. There weren't any limits anymore, no line he wouldn't cross for you.

After a while, you let him in your guard rotation. And he was in bliss. He watched you constantly.

Hell, he couldn't take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. The capo himself said he was impressed with his diligence.

"Come here kid. You ever had oysters before?'

"No ma'am."

You were in one of your favourite restaurants, finishing up your meal and just drunk enough to have given yourself a pretty flush across your cheeks.

You made him lean toward you and gripped his chin before tilting the oyster into his mouth. It was salty and soft and his mind was going awful dirty awful fast.

After that he would order oysters whenever he could. He could almost feel your fingers on his skin when he ate them.

And soon he was part of your interrogation crew. His shirt sleeves rolled up and his forearms splattered with blood. He was putting on muscle now too and his punch hurt worse than a hammer to the face.

One unlucky son of a bitch made the mistake of insulting you right in front of him. God help him, when the anger cleared, the man's face was nothing more than pulp.

And you were watching him. One arm crossed under your breasts with the other balanced on it, a cigarette held up to your lips.

"You're a real good guard dog, you know that kid?"

"Thank you ma'am."

The next time you summoned him, you were in your office. Your heels were off and your legs were crossed, your stockings showing off the curves of your feet.

"Grab that pen for me."

It was on the floor under a side table and he had to get down on his knees to get it. When he moved to stand, you interrupted him.

"Don't get up. But bring it here."

"Yes ma'am."

He was grinning like a dog in heat. He put the pen in between his teeth and crawled on his hands and knees to you.

He sat at your feet like a goddamn puppy, his boner so fucking hard he thought it would rip through his trousers.

You cupped his chin in your palm and looked down at him. From down here, your legs looked a mile long and he wanted to lick every inch.

"You're such a loyal little thing, you know that?"

"Ysss mmm."

It was muffled because he still had that fucking pen in his mouth. And he was damn thankful for it too. Without something to bite onto, he was sure he'd actually be panting.

You took it carefully out of his mouth. A string of saliva followed it and you twitched your thumb across his lips to break the connection.

"Good boy."

You turned away from him, shaking the pen off a little and getting back to the books you were balancing.

He whimpered.

He actually fucking whimpered.

You smirked a little at that and shooed him away with one perfectly manicured hand. He dragged his feet walking out of there, his boner killing all higher thinking. Just hoping and praying you would call him back.

He turned to look at you before he closed the door. You had your face resting in one hand and you were tapping the pen against your lips with the other. Your eyes were entirely focused on your books.

And he felt it all over again. He was sunk - hook, line and sinker.

He was your loyal dog. Now and always.

[raystarkitty]

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