#police dogs mauling

[ausetkmt]

US: Black man mauled by police canine in Ohio

[mychlapci]

sorry that little snippet about sunny and sides in the k9 made me sad so i'm chipping in to allow them to heal

at some point, the owners of sunny and sides get fed with their attitude. they're simply too aggressive to keep employing and far too many handlers have gotten shredded trying to reign them in on guarding jobs.

so the enforcer station decides to put them down. their aggressive attitudes, despite having been cultivated by the enforcers who kept them as tools, became too much of a liability to keep them around. to the euthanasia clinic it is!

however on the way there someone doesn't do their job right. the twins were supposed be put under for the duration of the trip. they were supposed to be sentenced as soon as they arrived at the clinic so that they weren't a threat to anyone. a dead dog is no threat after all.

but someone fucked up and they fucked up real bad. sideswipe wakes up halfway through the trip and he is pissed. it takes little effort for him to rip the muzzle off his helm and break the bars of the far too small cage he's been trapped inside for as long as he can remember. it takes even less effort to rouse his brother and massacre the guards driving them to the clinic.

when the truck crashes in the middle of nowhere cybertron neither twin are injured. their armour was reinforced for their jobs after all! they survive and even thrive in the wilds of the planet they never got to explore in their youth; mechanimals fall under their fangs and claws and there are more than a few caves with rich supplies of raw energon that keep them well fed.

and it's strange for the both of them. they've spent their whole lives isolated, abused and hurt by those who used their violence as a means to an end. but now... well now they're on their own, completely able to do what they'd like. they wake up in the wide open wilderness without the ache in their struts from sleeping within a cage that's far too small for their frames. they're able to snuggle together without threat of beating or electrocution and without a guard constantly threatening to knock them out, they can finally spend their time trying to explore and act like the newsparks they never got to be.

i imagine that after a period of time they stumble across a random mech out in the wilderness, maybe someone investigating the sightings of a pair of "wild mechs" out in the middle of nowhere.

bluestreak, our intrepid explorer and a mech dumb enough to risk his own life for the sake of others is this somebody. he's part of a small charity organization that rescues k9 units and allows them to integrate into collective society.

he finds the twins ripping apart some poor turbofox that happened to stray too far into their territory. and surprisingly enough, he doesn't die immediately upon approaching them. both of the mechs have called down now that they're not being abused 24/7 but they're still on edge.

bluestreak manages to coax the red one closer to him, offering some actual refined energon that tastes way sweeter than the low grade the enforcers were feeding them and far richer in nutrient content than the unrefined stuff they've been drinking out of the pools.

with the promise of more fuel, bluestreak manages to take them all the way back to the clinic that's running the rehabilitation operation. of course the minute the twins see the clinic they go absolutely insane and only a mountain's worth of promises from bluestreak that he's not going to hurt them gets them to calm down.

inside they find not the dingy police office they're so used to but a well lit, meticulously cleaned and cozy reception room.

bluestreak leads them to ratchet's office and the twins get their first check up ever. the k9 unit didn't really see fit to treat their dogs if they got injured and sunny and sides were far too aggressive anyhow. if they got hurt bad enough that medical attention was needed, well... let's just say that injured dogs didn't last long there.

ratchet is appalled at the amount of smaller injuries the twins have, not to mention the lack of proper firewalls and virus protection within their systems. he treats them, not without anger since needles do not go well with sideswipe and sunstreaker is more than willing to bite the doctor's hand off for daring to harm his brother.

but they manage it eventually! and bluestreak even gets them their very own room, with a berth and washracks and a even a datapad with games and language learning modules since neither of them know how to read or write and they can barely speak the common tongue.

anyways i love them <3 and i deeply hope that k9 anon doesn't mind my addition to their posts.

aaaaaah Sunny and Sides living like mechaanimals in the wild, now that's some hills have eyes shit. I love it.

They don't feel out of place in the wild, not really. They crawl like all the mechanimals do, they bite and maul like all the turbofoxes and purr their engines when content. It feels like a good life... until Bluestreak finds them. He's like the horse girl of this scenario. He absolutely should not have been stretching his hands out to two rabid mechs, but they didn't attack him. Thank Primus. It takes a while for Bluestreak to drag them into the rescue centre and get them settled in. Sunny and Sides are less aggressive than they were back as guard dogs, but they're not exactly above biting the hand that feeds them now either...

It's probably confusing to them at first. It's difficult to comprehend why the mechs want them to sleep in the same kind of beds they sleep in, or eat out of cubes instead of bowls, or why they speak at them like that, like they want them to speak back... but they're quick learners.

[reallycoolsoup]

My litmus test for leftist anarchists is how okay they are with the idea of putting down all police dogs and abolishing the use of dogs in law enforcement

If they don't understand that dogs are a cruel and devastating weapon often used against people of color and simultaneously used as good pr cause cops can go "look at our good puppy!" Then they don't actually alligns with my anarchist beliefs

[arofundy]

r/banpitbull idiots when i tell them their beloved belgian malinois and standard poodle also can and will attack them when they push it too far

[blurrymango]

Am I not allowed to use ACAB then because I recognize that not every human in that profession is the same? I guess not then.

Look. Every cop I've met has been an absolute dick, I don't like cops, I don't trust cops.

When I say the system doesn't do anything to deter scummy people, I mean that the system doesn't try to get rid of people who are going to abuse others. Often times the system encourages it.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

reader x dog shifter 141

There's a pack of dogs that won't leave you alone. A Great Dane, a German shepherd, and two others you can't quite pin down--a foxhound and some sort of lab, maybe? You saw them while walking home one night, and though you'd picked up the pace out of worry you'd be mauled, first impressions turned out to be the opposite. You didn't even notice the man who'd followed you down the block--not until he'd dropped his knife and was screaming bloody hell. So after calling the emergency number, and filing a police report, you took the four home with you. And that was that.

Now your friends are convinced you've got a mini army. You have to admit that the dogs function like one, too, though you chalk that up to the instincts of a pack. The Great Dane calling the shots; the shepherd biting at heels if necessary. But the foxhound is a bundle of joy who keeps getting into your food, and the lab is the sweetest boy who loves to lay his head in your lap. And sure, they're plenty of mouths to feed, but you have a good enough job. And they seem to entertain themselves, sometimes whining when you have to leave. But never doing anything to mess up the house or rile you up. And they never follow you into the bathroom, instead running out when you're about to change. Not to mention that they're oddly clean.

"When do you think she'll realize it takes human hands for Soap to get all that food?"

"Eh, give it a few more days. Would be a shame to scare her so soon.'

_

Bonus Thoughts:

Dog pile naps. Dog piling in general. It gets cold in the winter, but you don't need the fireplace to keep you warm. You've got four dog-sized heat packs to snuggle up to. And they're always in rotation for who gets to play pillow.

The only issue is that they absolutely hate men. You're convinced they're sexist since they get along with your girl friends just fine, but any guy comes over? Gets within ten feet of you? B A R K. In reality, though, they just chase off all the guys who eye you like a piece of meat. Which is most guys. Poor girl. Silly little thing. That's okay--they'll keep you safe--because you're pack now, and you're theirs.

We've got a part two!

[wheelie-sick]

Today is Disability Day of Mourning, the day the disabled community mourns the loss of disabled people killed by their parents or caregivers.

Disabled victims of murder by parents or caregivers often have their murder justified by media and perpetrators. Often these justifications include arguments that caring for a disabled person is "too traumatic" or that caregivers just felt "sorry for our existence." Murderers who kill disabled people are often given shorter sentences than other murderers, with some getting sentences as low as community service.

See: The Disability Day of Mourning website

This year 132 names were added to the list.

The youngest victim on the list is an unnamed one day old girl. She was abandoned by her parents with the reason believed to be her disability. She was mauled by dogs and found by hospital staff but they were unable to save her.

Close to my home, Omaree Varela was a 9 year old boy living in Albuquerque, New Mexico with ADHD, PTSD, and a developmental delay. Omaree was kicked to death by his mother. 6 months before his death Omaree had called 911 for help but the investigation led to nothing.

Juneanne Fannell was an 82 year old woman living in Rio Rancho, New Mexico on hospice care. Juneanne 's caregiver called the police on her and when they arrived Juneanne told the police she felt she was in danger because of the guns in the home. Police complimented the guns in the home and made no effort to help Juneanne. In the recording, Juneanne's caregiver makes a threat to kill her. Hours later, he shoots Juneanne.

find the full list of names here

find the list of new names here

[heartfullofleeches]

Franken-Hound Role Reversal AU - Undead Hound Reader and Yan Scientists hoping to create the next step in human evolution only to make the sweetest man-eating puppy instead. Reader being the obedient, hungry pet they are happily devours trespassers while their masters cheer them on from the window. Terrorizes the town thinking they're being helpful by stealing the mailman's bag and bringing it home. Their masters jump to defend their actions, grilling people for harassing a poor defenseless beast that doesn't know any better.....

Also they have a terrible habit of losing track of their limbs

-

Police Officer: I'm here about reports of a rabid animal attacking someone?

Yan Scientist: False reports, officer. Just my sweet pet playing with their food again

[The officer looks over their shoulder and sees an enormous dog-human creature mauling someone three times smaller than it]

Officer: .... have a safe night

-

Yan Neighbor, rubbing their face against reader's palms: Your fur is so soft... I wish I could hold your hands forever

Undead Reader: Oh! If you like my hands that much you can take one with you. I can tell my masters I lost it in the river again [tears the stitching in their non dominant arm and gives it to the neighbor]

Yan Neighbor, sweating: can.... can you feel whatever happens to your body parts when they're detached?

Undead Reader: Sometimes.... why? :)

-

Yan Scientist, pointing at their cheek: kisses?

[The hound tackles their master against the wall - rolling its long tongue over their face and chest]

Yan Scientist, pointing at a test dummy: kisses?

[The hound tackles the mannequin to the ground and tears its head off]

Yan Scientist, petting their ears: Such a good puppy

[despazito]

As much as I love dogs it's fucking insane we live in a world that shows more remorse in treating the PTSD of police/military K-9s than all the marginalized people they're sent to maul

[blood-grove]

//body horror, monster! 141 + reader , death, gn!reader

other; c/n = callsign

a/n: idk how the military works neither do igaf much also this story was not planned this was just something i needed to get out of my system do nto expect it to be good

Shapeshifter!Reader whos always since they were a kid felt itch that there skin was ready to shed and peel like a snake, Who always felt like there body wasn't right had to be perfect flaws and all because that was human.

But they weren't human, weren't hybrid either.

The first time they had ever shifted they were eleven there Father in one of his moods again taking it out on there poor mother.

Something inside them itched at that moment hearing her cries there old dog bite injury felt like it was on fire now as they itched and scratched at it till the skin gave way giving the breathing room for transformation.

The next time they open there eyes they were being kicked there Mother sobbing as she screamed.

Father laid dead mauled beyond recognition.

Did you do that?

Why was she screaming at you?

You were kicked into the foster system the next day narrowly avoiding Juvenile detention your mother had given her last bit of gratitude by explaining to the police that you were defending her you thought she'd praise you after the police left.

You were packing your clothes that night.

You got a DNA test when you arrived due to your mothers alibi to the police.

Human.

They figured it too your mother being clearly traumatized and you sudden violent act of self defense could have made her see anything at moment.

Still didnt explain the injuries that only a dog could cause.

You were 15 when you had a good grasp on what you were.

By 18 you were barely you anymore picked pieces from other peoples faces and bodies till you felt like you looked normal.

By 19 your mother had passed the news reached you slow and the grief went slower.

By 21 you've already been in the military for a while now, If that means with a new face and body each time some higher up sticks there nose into your business then so be it.

Shifting from human to human was easy the more you practiced it.

More harder things like non-humans and animals were doable but animals were getting easier and easier.

You've tried been a K9 once didnt work out for long.

You've had a few nice call signs.

Few you quickly forgot.

[c/s]

Thats been nice to be called recently.

Oh.

Right.

You should focus your meeting your new task force.

Right.

We should focus.

Woof.

Heh.

Its been a few days and wow these guys were something.

Did you mention they were monsters?

Not in a negative way of course.

But getting to know them while they were around base was nice.

Gaz you felt was the easier to get to know the harpy felt open, Talked about how they've never had a human on the team before.

Nice.

Threw Gaz you got to know Soap, You felt like the man was holding back the calm energy around him felt forced at times as the days past both of them seemed to get to know you better and you got to know them better as well.

As for the Captain and Lieutenant you were honestly nervous,

Price had a welcoming aura to him his voice gruff and firm you warmed up to him soon enoug.

Ghost?

You tried.

And shuffled away every time he looked at you.

He noticed.

He noticed?.

You eventually did warm up to Ghost!

You realized he wasn't glaring at you for once and tried to talk to him it was..awkward to many silences but it was a conversation.

So you and him were okay.

Were you okay now weeks later slowly making your place into the team?

No.

You were itching beyond belief this wasn't a good sign—

Actually you didn't even know what kind of sign this was.

You had all just gotten back from a particular rough mission a few more injuries than you all would like you got a few stitches in your arm and every since you could just feel them moving.

Being shifted around stubbornly as if they were a dam in a river.

You couldn't do that here.

You were in the confines of your own room but what if one of them walked in?

Would they report you?

Get you kicked for the military?

Maybe if you could just shift slightly enough to easy the unease under your skin.

The sound of cracking bone was sure to grab attention.

But surely you could just pass it off as stretching?

You could not pass it off as stretching and you were currently hiding in the rafters near sobbing.

Gaz had came in to check on you and caught you half shifted you panicked and lunged at him or the door you couldn't remember you were pretty sure one of your bones were jutting out of your skin as it readjusted into place.

You didn't hurt him.

You were just hoping you could calm yourself enough to shift into something smaller and run away shift into a new person new age try again at childhood maybe?

Maybe you panicking too much?

There also monsters they'd understand?

You didn't mean to lie about what you were.

You just.

The fear of the unknown paralyzed you to afraid of what'll happen what people will think.

You know you could be a threat.

Someone able to take face and shape of anyone?

You could understand if you were saw that way.

But you didn't want to be seen that way.

Every since your mother stared you down in fear not admiration not even shock.

Fear.

You knew you could never let someone look at you that way again.

Not someone you cared about.

Maybe if you hid away long enough they'd forget.

Memories fade.

Faces fade from recognition.

But that's all what you wished what have happened.

Now you were in a awkward stare off with Gaz not to subtly watched your arm pop and snap back into place along with your head.

"I see I should have knocked.."

"Yeah you should have."

A voice of not your own replied.

You hated when your body was out of sync.

You were using the wrong voice again, rearranging your own brain and vocal cords was odd.

Odder when one of your new teammates watched.

"Are- Are you okay?-"

"No" Ghost's voice replied.

"Oh..I-..Er..Do you..need a medic I.."

"No" Your own voice replied finally.

"Can you please leave..My ribs are still not in place and I doubt you'd want to see how that works."

He left.

Probably to tell Price rather then not wanting to see you basically play with your own rib cage like tuning a piano.

a/n; idk where this was going i did not plan this out i just wrote it on a whim

[yandere-sins]

im in my captain price phase😣 do you have any headcannons for him? i loveee your work !! 🩵⭐

Y'all are not alone in this it seems, lol! Thanks for requesting ^-^

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♡ John never hesitates to simply relocate you where he wants you to be. You're trying to sulk in a corner? He takes out the big soldier muscles to grip you by the waistband of your trousers or belt, and picks you up to drag you to where he needs to go. Price might not have the height advantage of other members, but you'd be best advised not to underestimate him. He will throw you over his shoulder or put his hands between your legs, cupping your crotch and spin you around or out of the way if needed. Shameless, efficient, and oftentimes amused by your squeals and complaints. He'll make sure you can't get away from him for too long, and if he says it's bedtime/sit-on-his-lap-time/dinner/time to go over the plan for the next mission and you have to stand between him and the table, his body pressed up to yours to the point the table hurts you, then there's no wiggling or arguing out of it. Try to defy him when this man has a plan of where he needs to be, and you need to be with him at all times. Try him.

♡ You don't even realize the service Price is doing you by making you his darling. You're so careless, especially when you're eating, you don't see the hungry eyes of the soldiers that would love to have a taste of what isn't theirs. Price is single-handedly keeping everyone in check by forcing you on his lap despite your protests, having his arm around you and the other hand on his gun while he demands asks you to feed him. You're very vulnerable when walking to the showers, so he stalks after you like a guard dog, always keeping his smile on his lips but death threats in his eyes. You may hate on him for keeping you in his room, locked and occasionally chained, but it's for your own well-being. Because if he let you out of the safety of his room, you'd be mauled for sure. If he keeps you close and forces his touches and demands on you, John can be sure you'll be okay and unharmed. He's protecting you—at least, that's what he thinks he's doing—regardless of your opinion. The only time he'll be 'careless' is when he's punishing you—and even then, he's standing in the shadows, watching over you, smoking, and making sure no one puts their hands on what belongs to him while also teaching you the valuable lesson that you really do need his protection, other soldiers ready to pounce at such a delicious treat.

♡ Before making you his darling officially, he's definitely not ashamed to use his authority. As I mentioned before, he uses it to steal touches and keep you close to him, but he also likes to police your life as much as he can. What do you mean your company-issued shirts don't fit and are smelly? Price went out of his way to share his clothes with you; you better wear them before he orders you to. Not liking having to share tents with your Captain on missions? Tough luck, Rookie. Who are you going to complain to? You think Price is overstepping by checking on you countless times a day and calling you to him for no apparent reason, just to keep him company? That's normal, you're overreacting. Don't be rude to your Captain, alright? You think you caught him caressing you at night while you sleep? Damn, your imagination has no bounds. All John is doing is non-negotiable. He's just doing his job.

♡ As much as he hates having others' attention on you, he loves, loves, loves how cute you are when you feel embarrassed by him in front of others. You just hate having no autonomy, and Price loves it. He loves giving your rear a good smack when you try to argue with him, cutting you off and embarrassing you in front of anyone you tried to talk to. You hate his lap, and he loves forcing your hips to grind against him as you squirm until you gasp and force yourself to still. He'll lick food off the corner of your mouth in front of everyone else and grin even when you yell at him to stop. Sometimes he makes you wear his shirts improperly so his nametag is showing on the outside for everyone to read. It's his way of marking you, by showing everyone else what they'll never have. His hickies are legendary, and he has ruined some of the shirts he gave you by ripping off the collars or cutting off the arms so he could present his bruises and bites to everyone, letting them know how brutally sweetly you made love to each other last night. No worries, though! John actively shows off his scratches and bites that he got from you even though no one is asking, giving way too much information to everyone.

[ausetkmt]

Police departments love to show off their dogs—at parades or on Twitter, visiting classrooms or posing with a Girl Scout troop. Some K-9s even have their own adorable Instagram accounts.

But police dogs are weapons. They bite and maim. They attack bystanders, police officers, and people suspected of petty crimes. And if you are unfortunate enough to get bitten by a police dog, good luck holding anyone accountable.

Dogs have served as instruments of violence in incidents dating back to the days of slavery, and as recently as the Black Lives Matter protests. In a year-long investigation, we talked to the people who train the dogs, the police officers who use them, and the victims who have been mauled by them. We watched dozens of videos of dog bites, from police body cameras and bystanders’ cell phones. We learned a lot about the dogs, which have names like Drogo, Missile, Vader, Storm and Rambo.

There are no national standards for police dog training, yet dogs are responsible for sending thousands of Americans to hospital emergency rooms every year. Few ever get justice. Illustrations by Ross Sneddon

[b5ttyb1tch]

How I think Hazbin hotel Characters died (Most of These are Theory's Don't take them as Cannon. Also Most of this Info is From the Unreliable Wiki so Take this with a Grain of Salt)

• Alastor- Alastor died in 1933 In his (20 - 30) From a dog related death. He also has an X on his forehead that we see in the Pilot and in the Season. A popular fan Theory Is that When Alastor Was Burying A body In the woods he was Shot in the head (For being Mistaken for a Deer) And Mauled by Dogs to Finish him Off. But I have Another thought Maybe his cabalistic and Sadistic Nature was Discovered by the Towns people Of Louisiana (Where He lived) And was Promptly and Forcibly Shot in the Head for it. And dogs maybe Ate his Remains Because The Town refused to bury him Just leaving him in the woods.

• Angel Dust- Now it's Cannon that Angel Dust died in 1947 In his (30) From a Drug Overdosed. (But I am gonna Add another Theory Because I can) We know that AngelDust Grew up In New York. In a Crime Family so Maybe He was Caught stealing Drugs From another Rival Gang and Beaten to Death. If you notice he Has One black eye So maybe that Resembles a Black eye he Died with? Also he Has Pink sploches Over his Body That may Resemble Blood Spots/Wounds.

• Niffty- Niffty Died in 1950 (In her 20 I think) Notice on her Apron that She has 3 Red sploches I think these Resemble Gun shots. Niffty had a husband That she Was OBSESSED With. One day she Found Out her Husband was Cheating on Her and she Killed the other Women. And got shot down By the Police when she ran.

• Cherry Bomb- Cherry Bomb died in 1980 (Most Likely 19 - 20) Cherry has an X On her Chest. So giving her personality She probably Got shot down By the Police for Endangering Others (Threatening to Bomb things/Bombing things Ext)

• Sir Precious- Sir Pentious Died in 1888 (Idk how Old he was) I think Sir Pentious Tried to be a Famous Inventor In England back in the Day. Over come with the Greed of wanting to Be Famous He pushed himself to Hard and Fucked up. Probably Get Blown Up by Smt.

• Husk Husk died In 1970 (60 - 70) We know he Grew up In las Vegas. I think Husk Used to Cheat and Scam People with Card tricks Since he WAS A magician. One day Maybe He got caught And Some people Got pissed and Drowned him (That's what they Used to do To Cats/Kittens in His Time). I also think that Maybe He Fell off Smt high (Since he is a Cat/Bird Hybrid the Two animals That basically Can't take Fall damage. It would be a Dark Pun)

• Molly- Molly the Twin Brother of AngelDust. We don't know Much about her But. Molly is Named after the Drug (Ecstasy) Which makes The User Feel Extreme Emotional Pleasure. My thoughts are that Molly was A Cheerful Happy person And Tried to Fall away From the Sinful life her Family was in. One day maybe she had a Break up That left her Heart broken.(She does have Skull hearts on her Boobs) and Taking after her Brothers she Looked Up to Took that Drug. Probably Taking too Much and Died. She Was good enough on earth to Get into heaven tho.

• Arackiness- We Also Don't know Much about Arackiness. But my Guesses are that He either 1 Also died from a Drug overdose 2 Died from a Battle with a Rival Gang or 3 Died from Old age.

• Baxter- Baxter Died in 1910 From Drowning. Baxter is also an Angler Fish A Deep sea Fish. My guess is that He died in a Ship While Traveling over seas Probably Going down with the Ship. The wiki also states he HATES Being touched So I think He was in an Abusive Relationship. He Tried to Run away and Died In the Process.

• Crymini- Crymini Died in 1990 (When she was 19) Crymini is a Hyena and Has little Sploches all over her Body Some look Like paw Prints and Claw Marks. Maybe She was an Animal Abuser and Angerd a Dog Resulting her In being Mauled. And Later Bled to Death. Or She Got into a Car crash For reckless Driving (Viv described her as a Rebellious Teen so it would fit) She may be a Hyena Because she was a Mean Petty Bitch.

• Valentino- (DISCLAMER) I do NOT support Vals Actions Towards Angel. I just wanna Give him a Reason Explaining why he would Do The terrible Things he Does. I am not Trying to Dismiss it Just give him a Backstory.(I am glad That Bitch is Dead) Val Died in 1970 (30 - 40 (Guessing) Probably From some Kind of STD. I Think Val was a Prostitute. Also Serving under an Abusive Boss He Slowly Started getting weaker from the STD And Avenchally it got So bad that he couldn't work Anymore. so His Boss Left him on a Street corner. Leaving him to die There.

• Vox- Vox died in The 1950 (Probably In his 20 - 30) My Theory Is that He was a Pritty Popular Show host back in the Day. But one day when he was On set q Stage Light fell On his Head while he was On set. Hence why his head is a TV.

• Velvette- We don't know when Velvette died But I am Guessing Somewhere in the 2000 (Probably Died in her 20). She probably Was obsessed with her Looks and Phone when she was Alive. Hence why she looks like a Doll. Maybe she was texting while Driving and Crashed Killing her.

[silly-inky]

Hazbin Hotel Characters Ages

TW: mention of death, drugs, alcohol, guns

So I got bored and wondered about the ages of some of the Hazbin Hotel characters, so here is the information I gathered, this also includes their theorised causes of death as well

Just be aware that some of this information may not be the most accurate so if I get something wrong do forgive me

Anyways

Charlie is in her 200’s, she doesn’t exactly look it, but she is immortal and her parents haven’t exactly aged much either, so she appears to be in her 20’s

Angel Dust died in his mid 30’s in 1947 from a drug overdose, he is the only one (apart from Baxter) who has a confirmed cause of death

so that would put him currently in his 110’s

Husk died at 75 in the 1970’s his death is not confirmed but is theorised to be from alcohol poisoning/ some other alcohol related incident, or he possibly could of took his own life

That would put him currently in his 120’s

(that would mean he would be, at the oldest, 52 when angel dust died)

Vaggie died in her 20’s in 2014, she does not have a confirmed cause of death, the theories I have heard about her death may not fit well now that we are aware she originally ended up in Heaven

So that currently puts her in her 30’s

Niffty died at 22 in the 1950’s, she does not have a confirmed cause of death, but some theorise it was either from being shot, falling down a chimney/ into a fireplace or being caught in a house fire

Which puts her currently in her late 90’s to early 100’s

Alastor died in his 30’s-40’s in 1933, his cause of death was a dog related incident, it is theorised he was shot and killed in a hunting accident (Alastor was either hiding a body, or was out hunting himself, when another hunter’s dog(s) was alerted to Alastor’s presence and started barking at him, the hunter mistook him for a deer and shot him in the head, and then was possibly mauled by the dogs afterwards)

So that currently put him In his late 120’s to his early 130’s

Sir Pentious died in his 40’s in 1888, he does not have confirmed cause of death but it has been theorised that he died to an invention failure

Which currently puts him in his late 170’s

Cherri Bomb died in her 20’s in the 1980’s, she does not have a confirmed cause of death but it had been theorised she was shot and killed by police during one of her rallies judging by the X’s on her body, tho is could of also been in an explosion she caused

Which currently puts her in her 60’s

(Dickhead) Valentino died in his mid 40’s in the 1970’s, he does not have a confirmed cause of death but has been theorised to have died from some form of std probably HIV/AIDS, since it was around the time of the AIDS crisis between the 1970’s and 1980’s where unfortunately a lot of people, primarily gay men, were getting it and passing away (I’m apologise but I really don’t like this character)

which currently puts him in his 90’s

Vox died in his 30-40’s in the 1950’s, he does not have a confirmed cause of death but has been theorised to have been killed on set with a piece of equipment or a literal TV (he could have been a TV host in life)

Which currently puts him in his 100’s

The list of oldest to youngest with years of existence overall

Charlie (200’s)

Sir Pentious (late 170’s)

Alastor (120’s-130’s)

Husk (120’s)

Angel (110’s)

Vox (100’s)

Niffty (90’s-100’s)

Valentino (90’s)

Cherri bomb (60’s)

Vaggie (30’s)

The list of oldest to youngest according to the age they were when they first died (this is more of a rough estimate and personal opinion)

Husk (75)

Valentino (mid 40’s)

Sir Pentious (40’s)

Alastor (30’s-40’s)

Vox (30’s-40’s)

Angel dust (mid 30’s)

Cherri bomb (20’s)

Vaggie (20’s)

Niffty (22)

If you are interested in learning more about the characters causes of death theories, there are a few posts on Reddit and YouTube (and here ofc) that go more into depth about it, the video I originally watched was:

“How every Hazbin Hotel character perished” by the YouTuber KolkoCat

I believe the YouTuber “Ayy Lmao” has also touched on the topic multiple times as his channel is mostly dedicated to Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss content, you can also find other theories, reviews and analysis about the show there as well

[themisinformer]

Toddler Euthanized After Mauling Innocent Pit Bull to Death

MAPLE GROVE, MINNESOTA - In an unprecedented incident that has sent shockwaves across the local community, a two year old toddler was euthanized earlier this week after reportedly mauling its neighbors pit bull to death, horrifying this usually quiet suburban community.

Authorities say this tragic act of violence was “unprovoked” and “deeply concerning,” raising concerns about the behavior of toddlers in our society. The incident unfolded Monday afternoon as neighbors witnessed the savage attack. “It was horrific,” said one witness, Patricia Dawson, who was walking her three Labradoodles at the time.

“That poor pit bull didn’t stand a chance. It was just minding its own business, doing what pit bulls do—lounging peacefully, spreading joy—when this deranged toddler came lunging at it!” According to local law enforcement, the toddler, whose identity is being withheld due to their age, managed to overpower the 85 pound pit bull in a martial arts style brawl. Despite the efforts of several passerby’s, the dog unfortunately succumbed to its injuries.

Animal rights activists have been quick to condemn the toddlers actions. “This is a classic case of toddler aggression going unchecked,” local activist Gary O’Riley, founder of the nonprofit Paws Before People, told the Misinformer. “We have long warned of the dangers posed by unsupervised toddlers, especially in communities that fail to teach them to be empathetic towards animals. This toddler in particular was clearly a ticking time bomb and was a major threat to everyone in their community. It was only a matter of time before they did something like this, unfortunately.”

The toddler was quickly apprehended by police, who described the child as “remorseless,” and “surprisingly articulate for their age,” allegedly even going as far as mocking the pit bull after its death with baby babble. Following the attack, city officials held an emergency meeting, and after consulting with experts in child behavior, determined that euthanasia was the only viable solution.

“This was a hard but ultimately necessary decision that needed to be made,” Chief of Police Ryan Fetch told reporters. “While we understand the emotions involved, we just simply cannot let dangerous individuals, regardless of age, roam our streets freely. This toddler posed a significant risk to the public, and we had to act swiftly to prevent further violence from being committed.”

The toddler’s parents, while devastated by the outcome, have since publicly apologized for their child’s actions. “We never knew that our son was capable of such violence,” the boys’ mother, who wished to remain anonymous, told the Misinformer. “He’s usually such a kind in gentle soul when you get to know him, but I guess he just suddenly snapped. It’s absolutely devastating, but I understand that it’s for the best. I have to constantly remind myself that our son was already gone that day. He just wasn’t the same person mentally.”

The toddler was euthanized at a local clinic surrounded by loved ones. His family hopes that their story can teach other families to properly train their toddlers before a tragedy happens.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

What happens if someone breaks into the reader's house in the dog shifter au

Death :D

CW: mild descriptions of violence

Let's say this happens at night. The boys are out of bed a half-second after hearing glass break. Ghost was already wide awake (because he practically doesn't sleep), but that doesn't mean the rest of them have any trouble getting up. The alarm bells are going off in their head. Danger, danger, danger.

Soap herds you into the bathroom while the rest of them go to investigate, making sure you take your phone with you. You make a fuss, wanting to take your dogs to safety, but the Foxhound silently insists that they know what they're doing. Nudges your phone closer while you huddle into the wall. And then he, too, is off.

The seconds that follow are pretty much--"Call an ambulance, but not for me!" Because of course, you dial the emergency number, get the police and everything, but you're not even sure if they were needed. (Not for you, at least.) The intruder was armed but now is not; his gun is tossed in a corner after several bites, and both of his arms have popped out of their sockets. Even his legs hadn't been spared--he wasn't getting away. Not with the deep wounds sunk into his skin. (Somehow, almost skillfully, avoiding his femoral artery.) He'd been cornered, mauled, and practically tortured. If the cops hadn't arrived, you're pretty sure he would've been dead.

As the cops throw him in cuffs into the back of the ambulance, he looks insane, screaming something about how those dogs weren't dogs, but monsters. How they had turned into men and paid him his due. The cops take your report quickly, and chalk up the man's behaviour and delusions to drugs. "Seen this sort of stuff before," they say.

All you can do is sigh, huddling at the foot of your porch with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It's too early for drama--3 in the morning by the time everything is over and the blood's been cleared from your living room. Still, you chuckle when your little big buddies approach you, tails wagging slowly and each resting their muzzle in your lap.

"Good boys," you mumble, giving them all scratches behind the ear. That afternoon, you decide they all get pup cups.