#howlingatoms

[deckstacker]

𝔻𝕆𝕌𝔹𝕃𝔼 𝕆ℝ ℕ𝕆𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 // @howlingatoms

     Benny looked down as he heard the soft padding of a hound on the cement, frowning at the pitiful growl from the creature’s stomach. He looked at the box of Sugar Bombs he had; could a dog eat this? He didn’t know much about what to feed a dog, but he couldn’t let him starve. Bending down, the Chairman dug his hand into the box and pulled out a fistful of the cereal before holding his hand palm out to offer the stale food, 

      ❝ Hey, boy... Sounds like you haven’t had anything to eat. You want some of this? ❞

[buriednotdead]

@howlingatoms has wandered onto cursed land.

JASON had not seen any animals on the lake in quite some time. There had been the occasional squirrel and the owls which flew at night, but no DOGS. The sight of the German Shepherd had caused the hulking killer to PAUSE. His head tilted quizzically to the left. The dog was such an unexpected sight that it seemed almost alien to him. He had no need to KILL a dog, but that also meant he did not know what exactly to do with its presence. He simply stared.

[synthmama]

//: I got a question! Does anyone call Quinn ‘Synth Mama’? Or is it just the url?

They do not! But if you side with the Institute, after (spoiler happens) and you become Director, the Institute aligned synths will begin referring to you as Mother or Father -- thus the name. I used to be wastelandmama before that, but this url fits Quinn better given the Obvious Choices. Regardless, the mama part will always be the Brand™.

[battaboombaby-archived-blog]

@howlingatoms liked for a STARTER!

Beau was, admittedly, not a huge fan of dogs. His mother had never let him have one growing up, claiming they were too much work and far too dirty to be in her home. He wasn't scared of them, so long as they weren’t mutant hounds or feral dogs, but still. He eyed the pooch cautiously. The last thing he needed was to have a dog that size attacking him.

"Hey uh...Hey buddy. You friendly?" He kept his voice low and as threat-lacking as possible, even going so far as to try and lower himself towards the ground. He remembered hearing the smaller you made yourself, the less scary you were to animals. Well, cats anyway. He didn't know if it worked for dogs, but he hoped it garnered trust and didn't instead give the dog the urge to leap at him.

[fcgdcg]

Dogmeat sits staring back at the Fog with squinted eyes. He's sure he's seen another dog in the Fog but he didn't want to go into it after hearing weird chirping noises and growls that weren't canine related. " Rrr...."

“… Rrrooo?”

Willow would come creeping out at the sight of another canine, tail slowly beginning to wag. Another dog! What a welcome sight. She came a little closer, standing alert but giving a bark of greeting.

[paladinstxne-archived]

Dogmeat quickly barks at the stranger for that one lazer shot getting pretty damn close to hitting the dog! Was that intentional? Dogmeat doesn't know but you can hardly call this dog happy about almost getting hit

      God, he needed a lot more sleep than he had been getting. Jonas thought a mole rat had skittered in front of him and out of impulse, shot at the ground in front of him. He quickly snapped out of his sleep-deprived stupor when he heard barking. His eyes focused and in front of him was a dog! Quickly, he crouched down in front of it and extended a hand.

      “ Hey, boy... Sorry about that. ”

[loving-lone-wanderer-blog]

Surprise! Doggo is underneath the Lone's hand, wet nose bumping into the palm of her hand with a couple of woofs leaving him. Petting? Head scratches? Either one is good with Dogmeat

Amiee jumps a bit but then smiles brightly when she sees the Best Boy himself. “Dogmeat!!!” She keeled down and began to give the pooch pets and head scratches. “How are you good boy?”

@howlingatoms

[bigironbigiron-archived]

Dogmeat places a pack of Cigerattes he found next to the other. He'd smell the smoke from those things coming off the other so he'd thought it would be ok. A few barks from the dog as his tail gently sways behind him

            Daniel trusted no man that approached him, not even those who wore a badge. The hound, whose fur seemed untouched and unscavvedby damnation and all--brought him a pair of smokes. Tobacco did not age well, it’s taste lingered in the back of tongue like artificial sweetener in diet soda. As if every pack was dipped in water, dried out, and given the certified “refurbished“ seal of approval. The dog who so lovingly seemed to approach him with a pack of dirty smokes did not want to bite or tear his face off--not like the Apocalypse had taught it. It was protected by God and Virtue, as if Michael himself--the Archangel of Mercy was keeping this soul safe. A hand reached out to grab the dog’s forehead, synthetic skin rubbing deep into the dog’s scalp as a smile reached across Daniels’ face. Fingers dug into pockets just before the dog’s ears, scratchingin sweet spots he had only remembered from his previous companions. 

︻◦=═一 “ Good boy.                          --I should be givin’ up the damned things, honest.                    Ma would tan my hide seein’ me smoke ‘em. ” ⚄ ↵