#training a German pointer

[largemouthbassnation]

Grouse Hunting with young German Shorthaired Pointer

Visit our website – to get more from your GSP. Scotland is home to one of the most exciting game birds – the Red Grouse. The moorland bird is perfect quarry for an HPR and at the right time of year the moor is a wonderful place to train dogs to work well. This video demonstrates how different weather conditions affect scent. This video is part of the level 4 Aytee Training Programme source

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[samuraisharkie]

I fucking love dogs and I would never just walk up to someone’s dog and start petting it. I wouldn’t even walk up to someone’s dog and start talking to it. Like this shit isn’t hard, be decent and normal to strangers! The only time I ever feel it’s ok to go over and speak to the owner and maybe ask to pet the dog is if they indicate it’s ok. If someone seems like they’re minding their own business don’t interrupt them.

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I know this isn’t my usual posting stuff (honestly, what even is my usual posting stuff??? Reposts of Ryan Gosling and occasionally RDR2??) but I’m getting my puppy this month and just had to brag 🥺

[gloomwitchwrites]

Hullo! What do you think the 141 would have as pets?

I think Simon would prefer to get a dog just for practical purposes, like a guard dog, something he can train. but tbh I think he'd do really well with cats. I think cats like him even tho he doesn't do anything and he probably attracts all the strays somehow

As much as soap seems to hate dogs in the games he's just so dog coded and I can't think of what else to match him with. I think he'd do well with a pet with a lot of energy, but I also think he'd be really fond of small animals

Gaz, for some reason, strikes me as someone who would have a pet in a cage/tank. Like a lizard or bird. I think he'd be really good at providing it enrichment even tho it's stuck in a relatively small space.

I cant think of anything for price. Maybe a dog? For similar reasons as ghost?

What do you think?

(I made them all dog lovers by accident lmao)

I've always pictured Ghost with a dog. In multiple fics, I've written him with a dog, specifically an all-black German Shepherd. (I always name the dog Bravo. Bravo makes several appearances throughout my Imagines series but comes from Ink & Needle.) But I wholeheartedly agree with you about him also being a cat person. Cats are self-sufficient, and he knows he won't need to worry about leaving a cat alone for long periods of time.

I can't see Soap as anything than a dog person, but only with a certain breed of dog. I have this headcanon that Soap's family has a farm in the Scottish Highlands. They have Highland cows, sheep, chickens, etc. and Soap spends a lot of time at the farm when he's not on deployment. I easily see him walking around with several herding/working dogs.

Gaz is certainly an animal person, but I don't really see him as a pet person. I do see where you're going with the cage/tank route, anon. I vibe with it. Can totally see Gaz having a tank of fish. But even though I don't see him as a pet person, I can also picture Gaz with a Bulldog named Daisy. The two take naps on the sofa together and go on coffee shop dates if the weather is nice.

Price is a lot like Soap to me. He's purely a dog person. I don't think he'd have something overly large like a Great Dane. Price would likely have a sporting dog like English Setter, English Pointer, or even an Irish Setter. He wants a dog that he can take fishing and hunting with him.

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[blerb-f1]

"and Found" - Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader # part two!

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“So anyway Charles, about the passport issue”

“Yes”

“We contacted the government and it's going to get here soon. One Issue remains until then. We can't let you out on the streets till we have it. No documents, no license, no drive”

“You are kidding me.” Charles whined, crossing his arms and smacking them onto the table.

“Even Italy has laws. Even for you. I'm sorry, Andrea will drive you where you need to go. Otherwise I might recommend trying cycling? Valtteri seems very happy since he started actively cycling.”

“Like hell I'll get on a bike in Italy - they're going to run me over before I leave this place!”

Had it really come to this? Did Charles Leclerc, Formula One race winner and Ferrari driver been demoted to bicycle?

With his head hanging low, the demotivated driver stepped outside. In his right hand was the key to his new bicycle, attached to a children’s keychain. Just lovely. The two wheeled vehicle was already waiting outside, a garnet red with Ferrari slogan on top. Weren’t these the free company handouts a few years ago? Or something handed out in a company wide lottery? Charles could remember Sebastian behind happy at the idea of others biking. It truly coudn’t get more embarrassing, could it? ‘When even was the last time i rode a bike?’, he wondered. Swinging his legs over it and giving it a push to get going provided him a wobbly pace. Taking circles around the parking lot helped becoming steady again, yet no joy could be discovered anywhere. Charles stopped the bike, leaning back and eyes passing over the building. In the distance, a person was approaching. As they got closer, he noticed it was Y/N. She was dressed in a pretty white dress, neckline dipping lower to a golden belt. She must have bought it in Italy, he just coudn’t imagine your average stern german lady wearing something similar. 

As she came to a stop in front of him, her expression showed a rude grin.

“Seems you’re without a drive, Driver”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve already made all the jokes.”

She nodded, as if fully aware of the emotions he was feeling.

“You know, Ferrari were so kind to give me these-”, she said, lifting her hand. Jingling in the air was a set of black car keys with the familiar prancing horse on top. “If you want, I could drive you somewhere. Would be less embarrassing than cycling”

In a really annoying fashion, she pulled the word ‘could’ as long as a chewing gum. Just sheer annoyance.

Charles thought about it. He truly did not want to be victimized by her driving again, but going further distances in climate control and not facing the Italian sun sounded stunning about now. With it soon being afternoon, the heat started becoming unbearable.

“Alright, I give in. What do you get in return though?”

“I want to visit Monaco.”

“Monaco? That’s 5 hours by car. Taking a plane would be faster.”

She just grinned again. “I probably won’t get the chance to drive a Ferrari again, right? So I want to make use of it. And with you by my side-” she poked her pointer finger against his chest. “I bet I will get stuff for free! And since you live there, you know the good spots to go to.”

“You are a cheapass, you know”

“I’m a train attendant, not a cheapass. Monaco is expensive.”

Charles pushed the bike against a wall, leaning it to the side. No one would steal a bike here, right? He wondered, walking alongside her.

“Aren’t you worried about being seen with me? I’m a celebrity, i hope you keep that in mind”

She just shook her head. “Nah, I’m not worried in any way, shape or form. Life would be exciting if gossip would be busy with me.”

“Exiting? It’s getting clear to me that you have no clue of what it’s like!" Charles got angry at her statement. She really knew nothing.

“Obviously, I don’t. But you seem like a nice dude. If people make rumors about us, I want to see them try. There’s nothing in my life they could ruin.”

Charles came to a stop. “Nothing in your life? What do you mean?”

Y/N just looked down. “That house is my parents. Mine now, I guess. Both died of old age a few years ago, had me quite late. My job is nothing I've specifically dreamed of ever. I just took it because I could work alongside my parental-care duties. So currently, I wouldn't mind having stupid fun. I mean, they might write some mean stuff about me. But they can’t get worse than 40 year old, hair dyed red, coworkers”

Shit, maybe he shouldn't have asked that. Pretty personal question, was she hurt?

“Don’t worry too much Charles. I’m fine. You don’t seem to be like that , though.”

She could see it on him, huh? “Yeah, I'm not. My dad…he passed away before he could see me win Monaco. I desperately wanted him too. Same as my best friend and god father…And now? I won the Monaco GP but instead of visiting them, i ended up somewhere in Germany.”

“I bet they’re happy for you, up in whatever flavor of heaven you believe in. If they’re family, they’re definitely watching. We could visit your living relatives though if that would make you feel better.”

He nodded. Great idea. “We could visit my mom and little Brother. They still live in our apartment in Monaco. My big bro already moved out a while ago, i did as well. I think that would feel good.”

“Well what are you waiting for then? Get going.”

“Can i drive?”

“No.”

He made a ‘hmpf’ sound and fake-pouted. “I bet I’d drive better than you!”

Shortly afterwards, they both found themselves seated in the expensive Vehicle. Y/N was busy adjusting the settings to her liking while Charles was fumbling around with the Spotify playlist. Just as he was leaning forward to input something, the driver pressed down the gas pedal. Hard. 

Charles was almost launched forward but the seat belt pulled him back with just his phone flying around . “God, you scared me!” he exclaimed, holding his hands on his beating heart.

Y/N just grinned, showing him her teeth.”I like scaring you, it’s fun”.

Charles just gave her an exasperated expression. “Why do you particularly enjoy scaring me so much?”

“You react so loudly, that’s fun. My colleagues are all old, tired people. Most you’d get is an eyebrow lift.”

That way, the drive continued. Charles and Y/N were vibing to the white girl music he had picked (Sorry Sebastian, no Senorita) while Y/N put in some weird German music. Charles was quite confused when he heard what sounded like children's music.

“What the fuck are we listening to right now?” he asked her.

She was vibing meanwhile, joke dancing while speeding. “True hit song! It slams when you’re drunk! "That's Bodo mit dem Bagger!”

“I’m not drunk Y/N so why are we listening to drunk people's music? Also, I don't speak German. Could you translate?”

“Drunk people's music is always good! You rich folk don’t know what simple pleasures are.” She huffed. “The title is just…Uh..Give me a second.”

Charles leaned his arm on the window, staring outside. “Considering you work with travelers i’d think your English would be better.”

“That’s rude, sir. I’m quite good if compared by my colleagues”

“Seb was faster.”

Y/N just sighed. “Isn’t this also your second language? Don’t be an ass. Also, Vettel had to speak English more often than I do, you knucklehead. I don’t get English speaking passengers that often.”

After a short moment of thinking, she came to her answer. “The title is Bodo with the Excavator. It’s about a guy excavating stuff but excavating is also a pun for hitting on girls. So that’s it. You ruined the fun now that I had to explain it.”

After that discourse, the car became devoid of conversation until Charles and Y/N reached Monaco. While trying to drive safely, Y/N was busy staring outside. Taking in all the sights she could from her driver’s position. Charles meanwhile directed her to the attached parking space, the guard at the front being confused at the sight yet not asking about it. ‘Professionals’, Y/N thought to herself.

As they stood in front of his mom’s apartment, Charles finally realized what he had done. He had invited a girl home. Worse thing being, Y/N was the first girl he ever invited home…Pascale would have a heart attack, wouldn’t she? He quickly took her to the side.

“Y/N” he stated with a soft, quiet voice. “I uh…”

“What, uh? Come on, tell me.”

“You’re the first girl I'm bringing home.”

She was surprised. Definitely didn’t expect that one. “Ever?”

“Ever.”

“Oh god, how do we tell that to your mom?”

“No use, I know her too well. Whatever we tell her won’t matter.”

“I could just wait outside if you want me to? Not trying to make your life harder here.”

“Nonono!” He exclaimed, widening his eyes.

“That wouldn't be in the spirit of hospitality of me.”

“Well then..”

She turned around, pressing the doorbell.

Charles quickly turned around. “No! AHH; I wasn't prepared!”

“Why are you so nervous, if at all i should be the one t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, the door opened. Pascale looked curious, her face turning joyfull upon seeing her son. She quickly brought him into a tight hug, pressing her chin against his shoulder.

“I-I was so scared when we didn’t hear from you!”

“Mom-”

“and I thought I had lost you! You can’t do that to me!”

“Mom-” his voice sounded more desperate now.

“But I’m so glad to see you healthy Charlie!”

She separated from him, looking her son up and down before her view skipped over to the companion at his side. 

“Who’s this lovely young Lady, if i might ask?”

Charles wanted to fully rectify but he could already see the thoughts in her brain running further ahead than they might ever be able to catch up with. Shit.

“I’m Y/N L/N”, she stated, stretching out her hand to Pascale. “I found Charles dead asleep on my train and later helped him home. Nice to meet you!”

Pascale looked Y/N now up and down. With this serious mom scanner, Charles knew her next face would tell him everything he needed to know about her. His mother was thinking, her brain computer on all cylinders before clicking the print button: smiling face,serious.png. She liked Y/N. Oh no.

“I’m so happy that you found him, Miss. L/N -  what would i have done without you!”

Pascale grabbed Charles by his ear, pulling him close. “Once he got into Formula 1 Monaco became way too small to contain him. Sometimes I wonder when he’ll run off to never be seen again.”

“Just Y/N is enough, I’m Miss L/N at work.” Her whole body shook as if remembering it. “Now i’m happy to see Monaco - seeing you both reunited i find this to be the perfect opportunity to leave so-”

“Nonsense! I can’t let you leave so soon. Seeing Charles' expression I bet you drove. Before going anywhere, you better wait a moment to allow him to he let off steam. Afterwards you two can go out and look at the city!”

‘You two? Oh no, she really thinks we’re a couple, doesn’t she?’ Charles realised. 

His mother was quick to push the two inside, heading off to brew coffee. Shortly after, three pretty mugs and delicacies were placed in front of the two of them. Y/N slowly leaned back, happily enjoying the hot liquid while Pascale kept questioning holes into Charles. She sneakily stole his piece of cake while he kept wildly throwing his arms around in gestures. Is that what interacting with Italians did to a man?

Then, Pascale directed her attention to Y/N. “I’d love to get to know you better but I have to work the whole day and tomorrow as well. If you want to, you could visit my salon tomorrow and we could chat while I do your hair. I bet you want to take the opportunity and see the city today.”

She gave Y/N a hearty smile.

“Are you saying Y/N needs a haircut, Maman?” he asked, sounding jokingly offended.

“No, not at all! I just want to get to know her, Charlie..”

Cute. Pascale really was cute. 

“Also, if you want to, we could dye your hair. As long as that's fine with your work dress code - i bet you would look lovely with some colors!”

‘Such a cute woman. I wouldn't mind her being my mother in law… Wait, no- I don’t want to be in a relationship right now. No-uh.’

‘Maman seems to like her as well - haven’t seen her this happy in a while.. I’ve also been enjoying myself around her.. No, I can't catch feelings here. I gotta focus.’

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[shini--chan]

Headcannons for if the Darlings of Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxembourg brought a puppy with them home and wanted to keep it?

I changed it to the Yandere bring the dog home, because I deemed that in fitting with the personalities of these three better.

Yandere Hetalia (Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands) - Puppy Love

Trigger warnings: emotional abuse/manipulation, stalking, hunting people down

Belgium

Beatrix would get the puppy as a way to show you her soft side. After weeks of trying to butter up to you and failing, she would opt to give you a practical demonstration of her affection. The puppy would be something that would continue to fit in the aesthetic even later on, like a collie or an appenzeller. She would aim for a loving creature with long fur, the sort of dog that would be pretty and where the owner would need to be attentive. Belgium would lavish the dog with love and attention to show you that she is a good person, and to advertise what you could have as well. 

You taking a liking to the new member of your little family would delight here. Aside from being a testimony of her good character, maybe she could get you to bond over the dog with her. Also, if something so cute and innocent and so good at determining the character of humans would take a liking in her, wouldn’t that be a hint for you to do the same? If the dog would act as a bridge between the two of you, then so be it. As long as a loving relationship would stand at the end of the road, that is. If you take a bigger liking to the dog and never grow close to her, then the dog will simply have to go. 

Luxembourg

Nicolas would get the puppy with the intention of raising a dog to track you down. It would be a hunting dog, either some type of hound, an English pointer or a German shepard - the sort of dog with a lot of loyalty and stamina. A long time before he would act on his plan, he would begin with all the preparation to catch you and contain you. Amongst those would be the acquisition of a trusty dog to track you down should you escape, or hide from him. Best get them young so that they are trained properly, would be his thought process here. As such, he would spend a lot of time with the puppy, to train it to meet his requirements. Even if his new companion wouldn’t be used to track you down, surely it can be used for regular hunting, and for chasing down pesky idiots that would dare interfere in your relationship. 

As a side effect of the aforementioned factors, you would automatically spend a lot of time with the pooch yourself. Luxembourg would find it extremely ironic if you would become enamoured with the puppy at first. Soon enough, you’ll learn to loathe the creature, at very least when it would thwart an escape attempt of yours. Nevertheless, he would find it very amusing to let you spend a lot of time with a hyperactive puppy. He would also use the little one as an excuse to call you over more often. Maybe he would even leave you in his house unsupervised under the guise of dog-sitting, all while he would watch what you do when you think that you’re alone in his house … 

Netherlands

Jan would get the puppy as an investment. This would happen relatively early on in your relationship, before his yandere tendencies would truly emerge. At the beginning, there would be the undeniable urge to keep you safe and shield you from the horrors of the world. A guard dog would be needed, even if it would just be to keep you more safe when you’re with him. He would get either a Jack Russel, that could also be used as a rat catcher, or a type of bull terrier that would have a jaw lock once it bites. It would warm his cold heart to see you play with the puppy, and it would be everything he’d want for the moment. You would form a tight bond with your future protector and he would fulfil a domestic fantasy. 

However, it wouldn’t be enough forever. Soon enough, the personification would find himself desiring more and his protective urges coupled with his paranoia would grow more extreme. Eventually, he would lock you away from the rest of the world and enjoy your presence to the fullest. The puppy you once loved would become another chain keeping you in place, another lock keeping the rest of the world out. The animal would adopt the role of keeping any third party out, and also protecting Jan from any attempts on his life from your side. In other worlds, the creature would devolve to a tool to keep the illusion of a healthy relationship in place.

[envihellbender]

Licensed dbd killers as dogs

Michael Myers: Doberman

Doberman’s sometimes become obsessed with one person in particular, this is similar to Michael’s perks in DBD which are obsession based as well as his nature in general to hunt down one at a time.

Bubba Sawyer: American Bully

Bully’s have a negative reputation due to their strength and owners who treat them badly or train them to be aggressive. This fits with Bubba as he is the way he is because of the way his family treat him.

Freddy Krueger: Weimaraner

They are dogs that were bred to hunt large game and thus some have been known to have children set off their prey drive.

Amanda Young: English Springer Spaniel

Springer Spaniels tend to seem foolish and dopey, but they’re actually very intelligent hunting dogs. This fits with Amanda’s personality - they are considered to be sweet but judged to be unintelligent by others despite being a genius engineer.

The Demogorgon: Australian Cattle Dog

Australian Cattle Dogs are incredibly loyal to their owners which fits with Demogorgon’s connection to the Mind Flayer but also Dart’s attitude to Dustin in Stranger Things. They also have a distinctive bark which sounds similar to the noises Demogorgon makes.

Pyramid Head: Akita

Pyramid Head is a product of toxic masculinity, a terrifying huge creature that is physical representation of guilt and pain. This fits with the stereotype of an Akita, as being a guard dog who will defend very masculine, patriarchal owners.

Nemesis T-Type: Norwegian Elkhound

Norwegian Elkhounds are bread as loyal, intelligent hunting dogs. This fits Nemesis who in RE3 has a goal to hunt down all of the STARS members. Also they kind of look like Nemesis in vibe.

Elliot Spencer, The Cenobite: English Pointer

I think he just looks like an English Pointer. They are hunting, active and highly strung dogs which fits the determined Cenobite who will trap his victims with his chains and hunt them down.

Sadako Yamamura: Cantabrian Water Dog

She looks like a Cantabrian water dog, but also they are friendly and gentle which fits Sadako’s personality before being trapped in the well. They’re also bred to work in water which fits our well dwelling friend.

Albert Wesker: Pharaoh Hound

Looking at a Pharaoh Hound it just looks like a proud dog that would be the companion of a man like Wesker who is obsessed with superior genetics and is a fast, intelligent hunter.

The Xenomorph: Czechoslovakian Wolfdog

They were bred by the Czechoslovakian military and used as border patrol dogs and later search and rescue dogs. They began as a cross of a German Shepard and Carpathian grey wolves. This fits the Xenomorph, the military connection is a tad tongue in cheek, but if we make the assumption that Xenomorph was protecting her territory which is what led to an attack, that fits the idea of a border patrol dog. She’s also a proud, old world species like a wolf.

Charles Lee Ray / Chucky: Chihuahua

Not much to say. Little, angry, shouty, sharp teeth - yet has the murderous intent of a tiger.

Vecna: Philippine Forest Dog

A dog indigenous to the Phillipines that has been around for 30,000 years, making it old and had little to do with human breeding. Also, google them. They look remarkably like Vecna.

Dracula: Transylvanian Hound

I mean, yes because they’re from Transylvania but also other reasons. These hounds are bred for scent and hunting, this is reminiscent of vampires which smell blood and hunt using it. The breed was rescued from extinction which fits Dracula’s lore in Castlevania with him trying to destroy every human as revenge for what happened to his wife.

Ken Kaneki: Japanese terrier

Japanese terriers look exactly like what Ken Kaneki would look like were he turned into a dog. They have the white and black colouring, they’re small and skinny, just like him. They are cheerful dogs which fits pre-Ghoul Kaneki, they are also keen and alert and will bark and yell at the slightest noise which matches Kaneki’s own temperament.

William Afton: Basset hound

I don’t know much about this character so I picked a rabbit hunting dog with long ears that looks a bit ragged and deranged.

[alaskan-wallflower]

pets i think the main 5 would have

cartman

he would definitely have a cat (or 3)

he’s like a crazy cat lady and all his cats are really mean lol

They’re all fat too because he spoils them

He’s not great with animals but he’s not terrible either

he just loses his temper a lot (judging by how he was with mr. kitty)

also i wish fluffy would make a return

stan

he ends up with a number of pets

i like to hdc he majors in animal science and he ends up nursing a lot of animals back to health

he’s been banned from animal shelters by his friends because he adopts like al the pets in there (exaggerating ofc)

but he’s awful at naming them

they’re all either the most basic dog/cat names out there or they’re human names

like he has a snake named Joe and a lizard named Michael or something

probably named his dog rover or smth basic (he’s not too creative)

kyle

i don’t care what you say kyle is a fan of animals (let’s not forget his elephant. also there was a clip of gerald walking a dog that i saw so maybe they have one?)

but kyle wanted a dog (he’s not a cat guy) so when he was moved out and had the money he was looking for a dog that would actually run with him

he ends up getting a german short haired pointer/german shepherd mix

he named it bucky because he’s one of those marvel fans lmao

he wanted a dog that would run around with him but also a dog that would calm down when he wanted it to

so after a lot of training he got exactly that lol

kenny

kenny would have really exotic animals

he has an ant farm (which is just ants he collected around the house)

he would probably have rats and mice aa well

he befriended an opossum so there was that as well

he makes up funny names for all his animals

its like the most random shit like he’ll just be all ‘oh yeah this is william snakespeare and alexander rattington IV’

he’s pretty okay with animals tbh

butters

butters would live on a farm as an adult i just know it

he adopts a border collie and names it waffles

he loves the cuter animals. he raises chicks and bunnies and names them all just really random shit

He also adopts three kittens to act as mice patrol in his barn

he probably names them after breakfast foods too

so he just has cats named pancake, toast and bacon

he names his farm animals really randomly though like he did in fun with veal

he has cows, chicks, bunnies, pigs donkeys, ponies, you name it.

i like to hdc he finds a good job that pays REALLY well (because he’s butters of course he would find a job like that) and he wants to buy things that make him happy. like animals.

he donates a lot to animal shelters and anti abuse organizations too

really random but was thinking about it because i’m making kyle have a dog in my comic lmao

[fjordfolk]

Unexpected point of interest: what owners of various dog breeds used to proof their recall prior to the invention of the electric collar

So far I've learned to train a german pointer it's best to carry a slingshot, while for german shepherds it's enough to throw your keys at them.

[largemouthbassnation]

Labrador Retriever & German Shorthaired Pointer Training | Hiking Swimming Kayaking

Join Uncle Stonnie for as he takes Chunk, the Chocolate Labrador Retriever, plus Milo and Kimber, two awesome German Shorthaired Pointers on an awesome puppy sized adventure! In this video we are working on our Search & Rescue Dog Training Challenge! We hope you guys enjoy this great environmental session including a walk in the creek, rock climbing, swimming, kayaking, and a quick game of hide…

[muddypolitics]

The dog potential Vice President pick Kristi Noem murdered.

"For those wanting context: She got a German Wirehaired Pointer puppy, which is a gun dog commonly used for birds along other things, and didn’t train it. Brought the untrained adolescent dog on a “hunting trip” where the hunting dog showed clear interest in birds (which is great), then left pissed off bc it didn’t know how to properly hunt. Again, bc it’s 14mo and untrained.

Then, she stops at a property on her way home. She’s irresponsible and lets the dog get loose in a property where there are chickens! The dog is clearly interested in both birds and hunting, so it kills the chickens.

She then kills the puppy and brags about it as if letting a totally untrained hunting breed puppy loose around chickens wasn’t ENTIRELY her fault and a clear sign of being an irresponsible owner and a psycho unable to admit when they mess up."

She is proudly telling us who she really is.

Vote accordingly.

[oisin-sdit]

Noëls first vest (modelled by fudge my stuffed animal German shorthair pointer) it came with a pen and blank patches but the pen didn't work so I'll just buy some do not pet and in training patches on Amazon. I can't wait for this puppy

[emilee1421]

Winters and Nixon find a way to keep warm on a cold night in Bastogne.

The moon wore an icy halo in the cold winter sky. The frigid wind hummed a low mournful hymn through the trees of the dense forest. The silver moonlight streamed through the bare branches and cast long inky shadows onto the snow.

It had been quiet for a while now as the night slipped into that odd no-man's-land between midnight and dawn. It was easy in those late night hours to forget that they were completely surrounded by enemy forces. Winters blinked his eyes against the sting of the cold and fatigue, refocusing them on the treeline across the clearing. He couldn't see past the first few trees that formed the line but he was certain the Germans were there, watching them from their places in the dark as well.

He sat back against the frozen earth of his foxhole, pulling off his helmet and tipping his face up toward the inky, black vastness above. He swore he’d never seen so many stars. they stood out as perfect glittering singularities that seemed to shiver in the bitter December wind.

The crunch of boots through snow broke the quiet and Nixon slid into the hole with him. He propped his rifle up beside him before searching through his coat and producing his silver flask. He took a long pull before holding it out to Winters. “Brought you something warm” he drawled. His dark eyes shone with amusement as Winters shook his head. “Suit yourself.” he chuffed, taking another swallow.

“God, what I wouldn't give for a hot shower.” Nixon murmured a few moments later; puffing breaths of warm air into his cupped hands. Winters watched the way his frozen breath puffed past his perfectly sculpted lips as his mind wandered to the stolen glances of Captain Nixon in the Toccoa barrack showers. Rivulets of water flowing over broad shoulders and the rigid muscle and sinew of his abdomen. His cock twitched and thickened in his pants. He stopped his train of thought before he lost himself in it fully.

“I’d settle for an extra pair of socks at this point.” Winters huffed, forcing the thoughts from his head. The cold and lack of sleep was wearing away at his resolve to keep his mind sharp and not daydreaming about a certain dark haired adonis captain. Despite his efforts, he couldn't deny that the magnetic pull between them had only strengthened. At first he marked it up to bonds between all the men here. The fear and horror of war had a way of creating a deep and unique connection with those who experienced it with you. That’s surely what he felt. A bond with a man who had lived the same nightmare.

He tipped his face up and took a cleansing breath, watching the stars again. Nixon followed his gaze to the heavens. It was beautiful, serene even, and starkly out of place with everything they had seen since arriving in Bastogne.

Nixon shifted closer until they were pressed together from shoulder to knee. He relaxed a bit when Winters made no effort to move away. He took Winters’ gloved hand and directed his pointer finger across the sky to trace the outlines of the constellations.

“Corona borealis,” he murmured softly, tracing his finger over the celestial crown. “Taurus,” he traced over the outline of the bull’s horns.

“How do you know all this?” Winters asked.

“I contain multitudes,” Nixon replied with a smirk, dropping Winter’s hand but holding his cerulean gaze. Nix was certain Winters felt that same pull, like gravity. An inevitable force drawing them to one another. It wasn’t something as vapid at lust. It was much deeper. A bone-deep attraction that was calming and exciting all at the same time. Like the first warm day in the spring or the feel of warm salty ocean waves on a long-awaited holiday.

Nix reached up slowly and traced his thumb over Winters’ chapped bottom lip, fingers ghosting over the rough stubble of his jaw. He studied the lines of his face, the curve of his eyebrows, and the smudges of dirt across the pale skin of his forehead.

He felt Winters’ breath stutter as it caught in his throat but he kept moving his hand slowly, deliberately, watching the other man for any reaction. Winters studied Nix right back, glancing between those dark eyes and those perfectly bowed lips. He leaned into Nix’s touch, pressing his cheek into the warmth of his palm, and sliding a timid hand onto Nix’s thigh. It was permission bordering on desperation.

Both of their breaths came in quick panting bursts as they teetered on the precipice; suspended in the full gravity of the moment. Nix cupped the back of Winter’s neck before pulling him forward and kissing him hard, sending both of them careening over the edge. Nix’s plush lips moved against Winter’s, demanding but gentle all at once as the buzzing attraction became a live wire between them.

He felt Winter’s body tense in brief surprise before relaxing into his touch as he leaned closer, lips parting to let him in. He pulled Nix to him until their bodies were flush, one hand threading into the dark hair that had grown out over the weeks in Belgium. He could taste the whisper of cigarettes and the edge of whisky on his tongue.

Nix claimed Winter’s mouth, vying dominance through the movement of their mouths. He sucked Winters’ bottom lip and nipped it just hard enough to send a thrill of pain and pleasure down Winters’ spine. Winter’s fingers slid into Nix’s coat, savoring his warmth and exploring their way around his ribs before gripping into the muscles of his back in a silent plea for him to not let go.

Nix deepened the kiss, chasing the desperate building between them and stoking the embers of want until he felt flames of desire spread deep in his belly.

Winters pulled back slightly, gentle panting breaths caressing Nix’s skin as he ghosted his lips over the crook of his neck.

“Nix” Winters rasped, making the familiar nickname sound like a prayer.

Fast crunching footsteps approached. The two men instinctively pushed away from each other, repositioning in the foxhole to face the line just in time for the footsteps to skid to a stop behind them. Doc Roe crouched over them, stuffing down bandages and pressure dressings into his medic bag.

“Doc” Nix nodded to the medic.

“Sir” Roe nodded back. “You guys alright?” he asked.

“We’re all good here,” Winters answered.

“Don't forget to move around between watches. Gotta keep warm.” Roe added before hurrying off to the net foxhole.

Both men settled into the dark silence of the night, neither one speaking for a while until Nix shifted closer again and pulled the standard issue wool blanket from his pack. He spread it over both of them and repositioned his rifle within reach.

“Get some sleep, Dick. I’ll wake you up if it gets interesting” He murmured, eyes fixed on the treeline across the clearing.

Winters shuffled down, pulling his scarf and coat up around his neck and settling in. He looked back up to the stars, trying to find the constellations Nix showed him until his eyes grew heavy. His last thoughts before surrendering to the irresistible pull of sleep were of perfectly bowed, warm lips and sultry deep-brown eyes.

[tiny-silver-dragon]

Small Fact List

General Facts

Charlie has multiple habits that seem kind of related to her ability (namely chasing lights/laser pointers, bringing back thrown things).

Used to be self-conscious about her heterocromia but not anymore.

In possession of a small hoard of shiny stuff (basically anything she finds while wandering around Yokohama- anything from shiny buttons to jewelry and other random stuff).

She has a habit of hoarding food and eats basically anything that's edible with a preference for fish.

Can swim and loves to swim. Throw her into any body of water and she'll be a happy child.

Likes hugs and cuddles. Can and will fall asleep though.

Give her headpats and she'll love you forever (/hj).

Can and will bite if given a reason.

Easily confused.

Q (@q-loves-chaos) taught her about glitter bombs and she's decided that glitter is pretty.

Her favorite color is red.

Makes friends rather than enemies and doesn't mind befriending people who weren't nice to her before.

Sneaky. Sometimes.

Would absolutely adore How to train your Dragon. Someone please introduce her to the movies (would likely also love the books).

Can't read.

She likes imitating the people she's close to (such as Verlaine's hairstyle, Rimbaud's scarf, Kris' punk-ness).

Knows how to curse in French (courtesy of listening in on @iwaitforthestorm).

Speaks English, Japanese and German.

She is, in fact, German despite never

She tends to address Verlaine as "Papa" and Rimbaud (@villuminationsv) as "Pére"- using French because they are French.

So far hasn't realized that her brother (@there-might-be-demons) speaks German (iirc).

Has never played a video game ever.

She likes cats.

Her favorite season is summer.

Birthday: 7th June

Ability Facts

Her ability does not heal her like Atsushi's does. Meaning she cannot regenerate limbs or heal injuries in seconds.

She can see a lot better in the dark than the average human, meaning she has some sort of night vision.

Her senses are generally slightly heightened. Sneaking up on her is quite hard.

She can turn her teeth into fangs at will, but she can't turn her fingernails into claws.

She's a dragon, but she can't breathe fire.

Charlie, when in her dragon form, is really warm despite not being able to breathe fire. Tiny furnace.

16!Charlie would be about the size of a golden retriever in her second form going by shoulder height.

She is very much capable of growling, hissing and purring. Though she can also make a noise that can almost be considered a sort of chirping. She can do that while human too.

She keeps the heterocromia as well as the dot beneath her eye.

Her scales are a light silver-grey with a bit darker patterns, while the fur is white. Her horns are black.

Obviously incapable of flight- no wings.

Art

Picrews

[girlfriendline]

15 People 15 Questions

ty for the tag @babygirlboberrey 💛

1. are you named after anyone?

no, but i was very almost named after perdita from in 101 dalmations until my dad stepped in and said absolutely not to the pregnancy hormones. ftr my mother maintains to this day it wouldn't have been a bad name. can you imagine. perdy.

2. when was the last time you cried?

within the last week for sure. it's just such a wonderful time of the year.

3. do you have kids?

nope, and that's never going to change. i neither want kids, nor would be a good mother, and i have a hard enough time looking after myself lmao.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

i used to competitively swim through high school (although not in the way i think that equates to in the us), and i played football (soccer) on and off. the big one was show jumping, i made it all the way up to competing internationally for gbr. i used to wake up and ride at 5am before school and then again after school which, looking back, was quite frankly insane. i took being the weird horse girl Very Seriously.

5. do you use sarcasm?

more than other people probably appreciate.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

i've honestly never considered this before this question but i think maybe clothes??? or colours of clothes? i'm not sure why either, i never remember them.

7. what’s your eye color?

blue ish

8. scary movies or happy endings?

if i'm alone, happy endings. if i'm with a bunch of people, scary movies. i'm a baby. i need emotional support.

9. any talents?

i'm very good at horses. i've never lost anything when i've been drunk. i can type much faster than i should physically be able to considering i use three fingers total. i can water ski (fairly useless tbh). i'm also very good at bringing animals home from the streets (my family would argue this is not a talent but a curse). i can sing, sort of.

10. where were you born?

uk

11. what are your hobbies?

watching hockey. suffering through f1. reading. running. hiking. swimming. playing guitar (badly). apparently lately building my own furniture. rewatching the same three tv shows over and over again. making gifs when the divine inspiration strikes. playing sims. baking.

12. do you have any pets?

four cats: a grumpy ginger and white old aged pensioner called spike (actually. maybe this is just claude giroux in cat form); loulou, who looks way too posh to have come from the streets; mishka, the love of my life my sweet angel baby darling who never does any wrong; and pasha, demon void cat who followed me home 3 months before i moved countries (and wasn't that a headache and a half) and who's probably going to send someone (me) to an early grave.

two dogs: indy, looks exactly like a fox, found her in the desert outside the rescue centre and they refused to take her in. she's my little mountain dog. and alfie, who we rescued 6 months ago, and who is best described as 'imagine there's a velociraptor in your home but the velociraptor is on fire and also your home is on fire and also you are on fire and also'. he's majority german shorthaired pointer. iykyk.

13. how tall are you?

between 5'8 and 5'9

14. favorite subject in school?

i used to love maths because it required a lot less brain power and subjective answers than everything else. in uni, my forensic science classes, or the only enjoyable thing from my first time round at uni, some fake ass course to build up credits called 'the universe as an art' which consisted of going outside to look at the stars and writing a poem about the moon.

15. dream job.

training horses. which sort of was my job that i had to give up when i moved here :)

i think a lot of people have already been tagged but @yabagofmilfs @amandaleveille @girldewar @tblueger @masonshaws @babygirlspurgeon