I when I was a young writer (dating myself here lol) I only post fics on DivineArt, FF.net, and Wattpad. I had no problems at all for years. Then I discovered the magic of Ao3. Not even a month after posting a fic on Ao3 I get sent to the hospital for acute severe kidney failure for 3 weeks, I get out of hospital…post a new chapter…got attacked by a dog…back in the hospital…. I get out, post new chapter…my good friend dies
I’m still posting on Ao3 because I love it but I think the only reason I’m still alive is cuz I quit writing on everything but A03 and that reduced the roll damage.
hey, since I'm on a roll of trivia my dad taught me: I learned that most police dogs are trained in German (and sometimes in Dutch). So I made a quizlet of some common Dutch and German words for heel, sit, back, down etc- just for fun of course <3 Who knows, it might not even help with anything, but surely it can't be a bad idea to know.
credit for about half of the translations from here and here (the other half are just google translated by me lol).
Hot take but the "uwu precious angel pupper who can do no wrong" idea of dogs that I've seen on the internet lately is dangerous. It's why you have people insisting that dangerous dogs can't be put down because "they'll get better if you just love them enough". I've seen what those dogs can do and I've seen people bend over backwards to blame the people that get mauled or killed. Semi-related, cops also use this ideology to justify use of K-9 units to attack people because juries will and have immediately sided with the dog in cases of police brutality because "it's a puppy".
Her head was throbbing, a low hiss of pain escaping the small daemon as she sits up where she had been laying.
|| 🔷 ||: ❝ What... what happened? ❞
Last she remember she was walking through the her forest, her death sense had been going off and she was following it. She heard a voice, she could've sworn, and now she was here... Beyond that, it was hard to think over the pain...
The fact that she was feeling this much pain was... worrying.
Did she hit her head? Or did something (or someone) hit her? Knocked her unconscious with a powerful well placed swing... But who would have enough strength to hit her this hard?
[ 📚 ] "You got too close to a pack of stray nighthounds." Marsha bluntly put it. Quite a few individuals who wandered into Beast Alley didn't quite make it out alive. Mostly because of stray nighthounds and other nightosphere fauna that have come to live in the forest.
[ 📚 ] "Look, I understand about your death sense and your amulet and everything...but the stray nighthounds are very territorial and they don't give up their kills for shit."
[ 📚 ] Marsha leaned in closer to her girlfriend and holds out her hand. "One of the strays knocked you down and hit your head. You're in the guestroom of my house right now."
now that anti pit bull person is talking about them breaking into other people’s yards and attacking
first of all: pit bulls aren’t the only dogs that have done that. even here, where pit bulls are banned, that stuff still happens with perfectly legal dogs.
second of all: whose fault was it that the dog was able to break out of its own space in the first place? the dog or the owner?
The loud beep of the opening door aroused both of them from their sleep.
‘Wakey, wakey!’ Domenic laughed as he stood in the doorway, looking down at both of them. ‘Hey Vince, how are your eyes doing? Grown accustomed to your new life already?’
When he didn’t get an answer, he took a step backwards and reached behind him. A faint growl could be heard and seconds later, a huge dog appeared in the doorway.
'Holy shit,' Jonah gasped and pressed himself against the wall.
'What is it?' Vincent asked anxiously, 'Jonah, please tell me this isn't what I think it is…'
'German Shepherd,' he confirmed, 'A very angry German Shepherd…and it is approaching us.’
‘Awww, stop calling him it, his name is Dexter and he just wants to play with you!’
‘But we don’t want to play with your fucking mutt,’ Vincent hissed and crawled back into his corner, pale from fear.
‘Dexter - attack!’
Both men screamed as the dog started running towards them. He seemed to have realised that Vincent panicked and turned on him first, snapping at him until he got hold of the man's arm. He tried to fight him off, but since he couldn’t see anymore, he had gotten completely helpless; even if his hands hadn’t been bound, he wouldn’t have been able to defend himself. The more he screamed, the more aggressive the dog got, holding onto his arm as if he wasn’t going to ever let him go again.
Crouching in the utmost corner of the cell to avoid getting in contact with that vicious dog, Jonah stared at Vincent in terror. His screams made him even more aggressive, especially now that he was already drawing blood.
‘Stop that!’ Jonah yelled at Domenic, who leaned against the doorframe and watched with an expression of delight. ‘It’s going to kill him!’
‘Oh, if Vinnie-boy doesn’t stop screaming and lashing out he might, that’s right. Maybe tell your boyfriend to calm down?’
‘He’s terrified!’
‘Haha, yeah!’ Domenic giggled, ‘It’s a sight to behold.’
Jonah knew it was the wrong thing to do. That it would get him hurt. And that the person lying on the floor and fighting with the dog was the person who tortured him for more than a year. But he couldn’t watch this any longer without interfering. He got up, took a run and jumped onto the dog, who immediately let go of Vincent’s arm and tried to bite Jonah instead, but to everybody’s surprise, he knew how to handle him.
Domenic rolled his eyes.
‘You’re being a killjoy again, baby boy. Dexter - drop! Heel!’
The dog snarled one last time, then he returned to his owner and followed him out of the cell.
