#working dobermann

[themiscyradobermans]

Polly, dumbbell retrieve over the hurdle during her IGP1 obedience routine

#Polly #Frozen Litter #Doberman Pinscher #Working Dobermann #IGP #IPO #Schutzhund

[robinpixels]

i dont have much to offer rn but. i know theyre going to destroy me. i know they will.

#vashwood #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #theyre so cat x dog #black cat golden retrieber #orange cat dobermann #both work #well theres also the narratively deeper stuff but ive yet to get into trimax so i cant talk abt it fully yet

[irreverent-dobermans]

Sinatra, working Saturdays like...

(August 5, 2023)

#Yes My Dog #YESSIR THAT'S MY BABY #Dogs Of War [Pack Tag] #Sinnerman Doberman #Daily Sin #7theprideofsin #Service Nightwing #My Service Nightwing #SD On Duty #Working Dogs #Dogs With Jobs #Purebred Dog #Doberman #Doberman Pinscher #Breed: Dobermann #Irreverent Dobermans

[goosehasapencil]

some art from January-March

younger sibling’s oc - skillet song thingy I never finished - donkey - soup

doodles of my dog<33

fluffy dog - another dog - dobermann in crayon - marker dobes

soup man again - doodle lookin guy - Bernese mountain dog - wack slime dog

spaniel bud - Jack russell terrier - another dog - another dobe dude

messing around with pastels and crayons - trans coyote thingy - bjorn from otn doodles<3

wolf - oc doodle(think I posted them here in july?) - another oc doodle - another oc

and finally an African wild dog

UNTIL NEXT TIME

(outrun the night is on webtoon btw!! https://m.webtoons.com/en/canvas/outrun-the-night/list?title_no=691212)

#my art #my ocs #uhhhhh tags let’s seeeeee #donkeys #dogs #skillet #African wild dog #dobermann #bernese mountain dog #soup man the cat #art #character art #did ids for a some of these. try and get the rest later #ocs #wolf #coyote #outrun the night #outrun the night webtoon #otn webtoon #bjorn otn #jack russell terrier #doberman #gambling to see if tumblr will tumblr cuz my rwby posts still aren’t under the tags -_- istg if I gotta repost I’ll scream #EDIT. IT WORKED YIPPIEEE!!

[dokutah-exe]

Doctor please tell me the 4th dorm isn't filled with cat towers, otherwise HR and Kal'tsit are gonna tie you outside the landship again

i know what youre thinking

"this is deeply offensive to our employees with feline sensibilities"

but consider the following:

kitty like cat tower

#arknights #everyone gives me shit for feeding the stereotypes of our employees #but if youve worked with them as long as i have #sometimes you see dobermann look at something milkbone shaped #and you see her almost reach for it but then hesitate and walk away #and youre like #“theyre all fucking furries. every single last damn one of them.” #and you KNOW its true #literally ONE STEP REMOVED #THEY PUT THEM IN THE CRYOSTORAGE FOR /SPEAKING THE TRUTH/

[lizziebylife]

Had the great joy of working on this very sweet Moira and her Dobermann Oscar Commission piece! Look at that little face he just wants good food too!  

Commissions are open is anyone is interested feel free to dm me!

#This was alot of work but so very sweet to work on #commissions #commissions open #Moira #moira fanart #moira o'deorain #overwatch art #overwatch fanart #Overwatch #moira overwatch #dobermann #dog #digital art #cooking #drawing #photoshop #video games #Fanart #my art

[shamelessshepherd]

One of my goals in life is owning two fully trained personal protection dogs

#preferably a working line Dobermann I have a few breeders picked out and a working line gsd currently looking at czech breeders #I need those bitches in my life #just need to find a good ppd training facility and a good mentor #might dip my toes in bite sport training first #to gain experience before owning the personal protection dogs #but sport and actual personal protection training isn’t the same thing

[tetsuslove]

Tell me what you want but Simon is the Dobermann boyfriend/ Husband. Hell, this man would even get a black Dobermann when you both sattle down 😭

This man and this dog would be besties. Ready to protect you 24/7 and when Simon is out of this house, the dog is going to take the fully duty and trust me, walking at night with this dog is a fucking blessing when you want to get some fresh and cold night air <3

“Better watch out for my wife for me okay, buddy? Don’t want anything happen to her”, he says as he pats his head as the dogs sits there and his tongue out. Barking as If he is responding to the Lieutenant’s words like a soldier who just got an order (Its an order to be honest and if you are not around, he even would say to your dog that biting is always an option for him if a bastard is harassing you)

Simon is so protective but what would you think of him when it was his life style all along when his shitty dad was not only abusing him but his baby brother and his sweet mother.

Simon trained the dog good, it’s like a son for him ( or a copy of him to be honest) and he is so proud of him when he sees how the dog stands besides you and scanning the area and people while you look so sweet as you talk to your friend at the streets and giggling about something. Giving your doggy pats like the good boy it’s while Most people walk around you because they are a bit too scared of your lovely dog who can be a sweetheart if he wants to:( (only to you, Simon and to the people he really knows like family and friends)

Imagine how you make yourself comfortable on your big bed with your favorite cuddle blanket, your book and and your favorite drink on the nightstand as this man laying besides you. An arm wrap around your sitting body, shirtless and showing his back and arm muscles like his full sleeve tattoo while your dog is sleeping on the floor besides your bed. As the door cracks open, both put their heads are immediately up and narrow to who or what ever it is and even your dog is now standing even though you thought they both were already sleeping like rocks (it’s just Johnny because he doesn’t know how the fuck your shower works🧍🏻‍♀️ and yes he crashed the night by for what ever reason)

Simon is and will be the Doberman guy with a Doberman dog. That’s it. Thank you (maybe or not maybe adopting a black kitten too but for now it’s the Doberman as your child🥰)

#— su’s writing #simon riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley headcanons #simon riley #cod headcanons #cod x reader #simon riley x you

[blondwhowrites]

Idk why, but I can see Mattheo falling for a hufflepuff girl, but he's too much of a pig headed boy to acknowledge it (also I think he would have a corruption kink just bc he'll think all hufflepuffs are sunshine and rainbows and love)

Mattheo had never been one to fall in love. With him, it was always quick infatuations, one-night stands, and simple hookups. This was different—much different. 

You were different. 

"Yeah, he's totally whipped." Pansy snickered as she nudged your shoulder and nodded towards Mattheo who seemed to be focused on watching you. "Congratulations! You've officially got the dark lord's son wrapped around your finger." 

You clasped your hand over your mouth, stifling your giggles. You turned your head, and low and behold, across the courtyard, stood Mattheo with his friends. He stared right at you, his arms crossed, and he wore a blank expression. His gaze pierced into yours, and you felt your face heat up. You ducked your head and looked away, embarrassed. 

"Oh, come on, Pansy, me and him wouldn't work out. We are total opposites. Besides, doesn't he usually go for girls, well, um, like you?"

"You mean confident and hot?" Pansy smirked. 

You nodded and scooted closer to Pansy. "I swear he's been watching me like a hawk," you groaned, almost hiding behind your friend to avoid Mattheo's gaze. 

"He is a bit obsessive, but he means well," she said, waving off your obvious concerns. She glared at Mattheo, a silent warning for him to leave you alone. It seemed to work, as he went back to talking to his friends.

You let out a sigh, your shoulders sagged. You finally relaxed now that he had quit his staring. You'd never been comfortable with so much attention being pointed at you. "He's like a guard dog." 

Pansy laughed at that and nodded in agreement. Your words couldn't be any truer. "You know he follows you around in his animagus form. It's quite pathetic." She pointed out.

"So thats why there is a dobermann following me around?"

"Yep."

#slytherin boys #harry potter #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle blurb 🐍

[signedkoko]

Hi, my dog is really sick and he has a huge tumor, I’m going to have to put him down soon and it really sucks, your writing makes life a bit better though so thank you for that! Could I possibly request a Vox x reader with a pet dog? Like how would the two of them interact or would he claim himself as the dogs parent or stuff like that. You don’t have to of course! Please remember to take breaks

Vox X Reader [Comfort]

In which you take in a dog you found on the street without asking Vox beforehand.

Vox isn't necessarily minimalist, but he is certainly a bit of a neat freak

Things should be organized, clean, not perfect! But not messy

So, animals were never his thing

I mean, the hair, the training, the scratchy nails on the floor, it just sounds like a huge hassle

Besides, he is already busy enough with the company and you, a pet would just be another thing on the list

You, on the other hand, love caring for sick animals

You've brought a smaller creature home before for the evening or taken it to a vet, but nothing for longer than a few hours

But this time was different

The dog was so messy you couldn't even tell the breed, all you knew was that someone had hurt it and it wouldn't last long on its own

So you snuck the puppy into your jacket and headed straight home

Vox comes home to the shower running and you giggling, and he's already worried about whatever strange thing you're onto this time

He sees you, splashed in soap and water, and a dog with muddied water dripping off it into the drain

And it barks at him

And he screams

Right. He is super scared of dogs and hellhounds

Not in a 'these things are scary' way, but in a 'these things are unpredictable and gross and ew.'

When you finish washing the dog and drying it the best you could in a swaddled towel, you'll find him pacing and murmuring

He is frustrated you brought that THING home without asking, but he also wont suggest you abandon it because he knows you won't

Gets a servant to grab some necessities for the dog, because lord knows you didn't plan this out

Just for a few days, right?

Except, a few days turns into a few weeks and into a few months

And slowly your tiny puppy grows into a 100-pound pride dobermann, known for being some of hells largest and most vicious dogs

Despite his size, Vox has already adopted the thing into his life, he stopped asking when you were going to give up the dog on day 15,

Part of the reason he loves it is because of how dangerous the dog looks, as sweet as it actually is, it's very protective of you and he likes that

Originally does not let you out on your own, but now its 'you can go if the dogs with you' because by good fuck that thing could kill a crowd

Expect him to dip into the pet market of devices; tracking collar, pet surveillance, automatic feeding bowls, etc...

All inspired by his want to give your dog a luxurious life

Probably got a custom collar with glowing blue spikes so he and the pup match

Would actually take a few days off work and sit in an armchair with his hands on his head if the dog ever had an emergency trip to the vet

Author's Note - I saw your second ask, and its totally cool you sent this! Honestly, I always wanted to open emergency requests. Theres no shame in looking for comfort, I can't imagine your pain right no. I hope this helps in any way!

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #vox #vox x reader

[dlartistanon]

My friend and I brainstormed a Nearl dating sim and I wanted to touch on it for Pride

General notes:

7 routes; Penance is DLC

Shining is a close friend/companion, Liz is the sickly gentle neighbor, Platinum is a “working girl“ (Roy and Monique exploit her as always), Viviana is the newcomer, Degenbrecher is the rival, Dobermann is a colleague/sort-of mentor, Meteor is the childhood friend

college/university setting. Nearl is a promising academic athlete on an athletic scholarship

Viviana is the easiest route (joke: U-Haul by the third date)

Shiningale are roommates; you need enough points with both + trigger certain flags to get an OT3 ending

sleeping with Plat too early/too late locks you out of a proper romance ending. Her route is easy to screw up

Degen really dislikes Nearl and this is basically a shonen where you have to change her mind

Dobie’s is where the BDSM is

Meteor actually has a kid (Gianna) and is separated(?) from the child’s other mother

#arknights #nearl #dlarts #lavinia is a very recent addition though #i haven't decided how it would go #tl;dr margaret is the town bicycle #can't stop thinking about a comment saying she has 'pool boy' energy #cue a bunch of (older) women fantasizing about her taking them for a ride after catching sight of her biceps

[themiscyradobermans]

Kismet and her owner Quinton, ready for launch!

#Kismet #Valhalla litter #AC: Valhalla litter #doberman pinscher #working dobermann #protection sports

[rlyehtaxidermist]

I think there’s a bit of a tendency to portray Saileach as almost an ingenue? Playing up the contrast to the more physical Bagpipe and more troubled Reed, and leaning in to her characterisation early in Chapter 9. But I think this is a pretty major misreading of her post-Chapter 9 characterisation, as seen in her oprec and profile.

Yes, she’s noted to be kind and beautiful. Yes, she was a rear-echelon soldier with primarily ceremonial responsibilities as a garrison’s standard-bearer. Yes, she has no combat experience prior to leaving the Army. But that’s all stuff that happens before everything goes to hell in Chapter 9. In quick succession, she:

discovers a pending terrorist attack

tries her hardest to negotiate a peaceful resolution to the pending terrorist attack

finds out her own side is planning war crimes and genocide against their own citizens using the pending terrorist attack as an excuse

quits the army on the spot and runs around trying to save as many people as she can, including other soldiers and members of the aforementioned terrorist group

while also picking fights with her former superiors and the terrorist group

joins RI as pretty much the only organisation not doing crazy war crimes

ran around in the aftermath of a dirty bomb but didn’t suffer many ill effects on account of being Built Different

does a bunch of research on and adopts a codename from the language of the people her former superiors were trying to genocide in memory of her friend who introduced her to their culture

shows up and immediately starts a one punch man training regimen intense enough that people who work with noted hardass anime drill sergeant Dobermann take one look at her and say “hey maybe you should chill”

in response, went and got a doctor’s note that basically boils down to “i don’t need to chill. i’m Built Different. you should chill”

in her oprec she basically founds a town and negotiates a peace between surviving victims of the aformentioned war crimes

after getting the rundown from Reed - acting leader of the aformentioned terrorist group and the one directly responsible for the death of her friend - about Reed’s own guilt and relationships that led to it (per RTFS’s file), makes some understanding with her and starts working with her to help her people

some choice bits from her file:

“Where she differs from Bagpipe is that she doesn't, in any way, consider this a duty. From the moment she decided to leave the army, she never again held herself to be a Victorian soldier. In truth, she took to her new identity as a Rhodes Island Operator exceptionally well, and very quickly was proactive in throwing herself into all manner of combat/non-combat missions. She more than once mentioned the deceased elite operator Outcast's influence on her. Returning to Victoria, to her, is more of a calling. She holds a sense of justice deep in her heart, firmly resolved to spare no effort, looking to stand off against the evils that brought her such bitter memories. “

“ As an emigrant of Sargon living in Victoria, coupled with her sensitive nature, Saileach never forgets the challenges of minority communities struggling in the world. Whether she realizes it or not, this is where her longstanding empathy with the oppressed originates; and with her clearer grasp on the differences between herself and said people, it's only more commendable that on missions, without any qualms, she sees Infected children bleeding and offers a hand. “

She starts as a bit of a sheltered idealist, but drops the “sheltered” like Rock Lee’s training weights the instant shit gets real and has been doing 80 hit fighting game aerial combos against Terra being a cynical shithole ever since

#arknights #saileach #we stan this wyvern in this house

[vulture-loot]

Germanic Family Dogs

Germania - Eurasier. Confident, calm dogs willing to protect their family

Germany - German Shepherd (show line). Noble, intelligent, and loyal dogs. They're not as high drive as the working line German Shepherds, but they are still very capable of protecting their family.

Prussia - German Shepherd (working line). Very high energy, intelligent, and loyal dogs often seen being used by the police and military. They have a very high drive to work and excel in protection work.

Austria - Dobermann (show line). Very loyal and intelligent dogs. While the working line has tons of energy and can be very protective, the show lines prefer to be spoiled.

Switzerland and Liechtenstein - Hovawart. Very loyal dogs, developed to protect farmland. They can be very territorial with strangers, but are very friendly with people and dogs they know.

#hetalia #hetalia fanart #aph germany #aph germania #aph prussia #aph austria #aph switzerland #aph liechtenstein #hws germany #hws germania #hws prussia #hws austria #hws switzerland #hws liechtenstein

[p3ski]

Rule Of Nines

Explicit content, Graphic Violence (18+)

Pairing: Reed900

Tags: AU, Multi-Chapter, Lovers to Enemies, Kidnapping, Crime and Violence, Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub

Read on AO3 here:

Summary: In a world where loyalty is currency and compromise is weakness, Gavin Reed, a ruthless mobster, lives by his own rules. When an old enemy resurfaces with a deadly demand, his life is thrown into chaos—as his trusted second-in-command, Nines, is put to the ultimate test of allegiance. Will he stay committed to Gavin, or will the loyal guard dog begin to stray? (Human Mob!AU)

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Major Character Death (before events of the story), Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Dubious Consent

Tag List: @sweeteatercat @wedonthaveawhile @ladyj-pl @tentoriumcerebelli @negative-citadel

♡ If you would like to be added to the tag list for future projects, please let me know ♡

Gavin Reed didn't 'do' compromise.

He took everything he wanted from life as he wanted it, doing so on his terms. There was no room for accommodations or deals, as he was the one calling the shots. Anyone stupid enough to question this would find themselves on the business end of a pistol, and that was only if he was feeling generous. For the rest, he would do everything in his power to make them wish they were dead. There were no exceptions to this rule under any circumstances—

"—Stay still, stop moving your hips."

Well. Except for one, of course.

Nolan Anderson had been fiercely loyal to his father, with this commitment extending to his offspring. In another life, he had probably been a Dobermann: Tall and built, the sort of man who could crush a skull with his bare hands if he wanted to. He was imposing and vicious, but at the same time obedient—working in servitude to his master, always understanding his place. 

The perfect guard dog or a ruthless killing machine, depending on how you wanted to look at it. His dad, who had been an IT consultant before establishing the family, always preferred the latter comparison.

The old man had pointed to Nolan's efficiency in completing any task assigned to him, regardless of how implausible or impractical, to an almost inhuman degree of perfection. He was a flawlessly optimised system, with a performance uptime and availability that was damn near endless. 'Nines' all across the board, so that's what he started calling him—

"—Holy fucking shit ." 

He was also a really good lay, which was definitely a bonus. 

Nines angled upright, striking a point deep inside him. Working the sensitive nerves, he rocked in bruising motions against his hips. He was a man who never missed, just as perceptive in the bedroom as anywhere else. Knowing exactly what his partner needed and just how to give it to them. 

" Fuck. Just like that, keep going—" The plea was undercut by a harsh slap across the face, propelling him back into the covers.

"I didn't say you could speak," Nines scolded, tutting under his breath.

Gavin groaned—a sound which transitioned quite neatly into a salacious chuckle. He reeled from the force of the strike, skin prickling long after its impact. The weight of Nines' hand had etched itself into him, formed in a burning imprint. As its sting began to wane, it was replaced by a dull ache radiating the length of his jaw. 

It was the only time he was prepared to relinquish control when they were like this—and damn, it felt fucking  incredible. Nines was far from stupid. He understood that the shift in power started and ended beneath the sheets, and he had never once sought to challenge this.

There were plenty of people who would take advantage of their current position, but he wasn't one of them. He knew Gavin trusted him and wasn't about to take that lightly. It made him a valuable confidante—the closest thing to a friend the mobster cared to have—and the obvious choice for second in command. 

"You like that, don't you?"

"I thought I wasn't supposed to speak," Gavin challenged, a mischievous grin plastered on his reddened face. "Make up your mind, dipshit."

Nines grunted in disapproval before burrowing his face against the crook of his pulsing neck. He began sucking one of the many bruises already dotting the sweat-soaked canvas. It was tender at first, almost affectionate, but Gavin knew better. 

He bit down on the mark, sinking in his teeth with such ferocity he almost breached the skin. As he did so, he grabbed a fistful of his lover's tousled hair, winding it around his fingers and harshly wrenching back.

"You will speak when you are spoken to." He took advantage of the additional leverage, covering more of the abused flesh. "Tell me what you want and how much you want it. Do as you're told, and I might indulge you. Continue to misbehave, and I'll stop entirely."

The warning succeeded in dragging Gavin from his moment of blissful abandon. He looked up, levelling his partner with an accusatory glare. "You wouldn't dare."

"Do you want to risk that?" The purring voice was drizzled like honey as Nines reached between his legs, capturing his aching arousal in a tightened grip. "I could leave you right now if I wanted to. Bound to the bed. Hard and wanting, with no hope of relief..."

Then, he squeezed—hard—almost twisting as he did so.

"You sadistic piece of shit." Gavin reeled back, hissing through gritted teeth as charges of lightning-like pain pulsed through his hardness. "Okay, fine. I love it when you treat me like this. Tie me up, smack me, pull my hair. It drives me fucking insane."

"Keep talking." Nines continued to hold him, his grip excruciating and growing tighter with every passing second. "Being fucked is a reward, and you haven't earned it yet. I won't continue until you have given me precisely what I've asked for." 

Goddammit.  He was almost crying now, tears pricking at his eyes and marbling in the corners. Pulling against the restraints anchoring him to the bed frame, the ropes tore away at his wrists, leaving angry burns. It was torture, but the best possible kind. 

The firm digits continued to constrict him, cutting off any blood flow, and he was in absolute ecstasy. "I want you to ruin me. Mess me up so bad that I can't remember my own fucking name. Please, Nines. I need it. Need  you ."  

His partner hummed, appearing satisfied, before slowly relinquishing his hold on the hardness. "See how easy that was? If only you could always be this obedient." 

Nines eyed him greedily, his focus trained on the junction between his quivering thighs. He wedged a knee between the gap, and forced them firmly apart. "Now, spread your legs so I can give you what you need. I think you've earned it."

"Damn right, I have." Gavin arched his hips as far as his tightly bound restraints would allow. "Now stop talking. I want you to fuck me like you hate me." 

Nines did just that, not wasting any time on care or consideration. He pulled back slowly, methodically, before abruptly thrusting forward, breaching the warmth with brutal force. The shorter man's body constricted eagerly around the intrusion, gripping it like a vice. 

"Oh, fuck  yes —" He flung his head back, toes curling into the duvet as he let out a series of wanton groans. " Faster. Come on. Don't be a pussy." 

The taller man gripped onto his hips, anchoring himself in position before inspiration flickered within his steely gaze. Calloused hands slipped away, finding themselves behind Gavin's knees. Then he pulled up, hooking the legs over his shoulders. 

With the additional access, Nines claimed every inch his generous reach would allow—pounding into him in long, rampant spears. The pace quickened to such an extent that it rattled the wire foundation of the bed, as the headboard smacked repeatedly against the wall. 

" Yes, yes, yes, yes." Gavin could feel his arousal rub against the taut muscles of the other man's abdomen and pushed himself further into it, desperately chasing relief. A heat bubbled in his stomach as his cock pulsed persistently in response to the friction. "I'm so fucking close."

There was a knock on the door, loud enough to break through the chorus of sordid moans. Both men fell silent as Nines' pace began to slow, and their attention drifted towards the source of the unexpected intrusion.

"... Don't you dare stop," Gavin demanded as the pace drew dangerously close to stilling. "Fuck 'em, they can wait." 

Nines dutifully complied with his wishes, continuing to drive into him. They tried their best to drown out the steady raps against the wooden panel until they became increasingly difficult to ignore, a gruff voice accompanying them:

"... Uhhh, boss? Hello? You in there?"

The wavered address promptly doused any lingering embers of arousal. His hardness had softened, flopping limply onto the folds of his doubled-up stomach. 

Oh, you fucking  asshole . 

With a loud grunt of aggravation, he bucked his hips, signalling for Nines to get up. "Okay,  okay!  Just give me a damn minute…"

Motioning with his head, he directed his charge to release the binds. As the first of his wrists came loose, he pulled the rumpled sheets over his lap and gruffly readdressed the figure:

"Get in," he ordered, his scathing tone informing them to do so immediately before he changed his mind. 

The passage to the bedroom swung open, and Gavin observed with revulsion as Floyd came into view. A lumbering, snub-nosed brick of a man his father had hired onto the operation for reasons best known to himself. 

His bulbous eyes swelled to comedic proportions as he caught sight of a still very exposed Nines standing by the bedside, removing the final tether. Upon completing the task, he regarded Floyd with a calm nod—before reaching down to the floor to retrieve his dress shirt.

The large man emitted a yelp as if the shapely contours of Nines' ass were the last thing he'd ever wanted to see. A meaty hand was flung to his temple as he spluttered out a clumsy apology. "Ahh, shit, I, uh…sorry for interruptin'..."

Gavin wasn't entirely sure what the Neanderthal had expected; it wasn't like the arrangement with Nines was a recent development. They'd been screwing for years, having started on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday when the taller man presented himself as an unexpected gift. 

It soon developed into a habit, one they initially tried to keep secret, though he suspected Dad's more perceptive cronies had early suspicions. The old man himself remained blissfully unaware, a fact for which he was grateful. If the knife to the throat hadn't killed him, finding out about his son's clandestine activities probably would've. 

After he was gone, there wasn't really the same incentive to hide. It wasn't long until it was common knowledge amongst allies and adversaries alike. They all knew better than to say anything, though—unless they wanted to wake up in a nice pair of cement shoes.

"What the hell do you want?" Gavin spat the words with disdain as he leaned towards the nightstand, searching for his cigarettes.

Floyd lowered his hand once he was certain Nines' modesty had been restored. With the obstruction gone, he cleared his throat before explaining himself. "We've had a package come through in the mail. Unmarked, but we're pretty sure we know who it's from…you might wanna see it." 

"What kind of package?" He removed a smoke from the box, slotting it between his lips. Snagging a nearby lighter, he flicked it open and ignited a flame beneath the tightly wadded tobacco. "You tell me that, and I'll tell  you  if I wanna see it or not." 

"It's—uh—well—" 

The hefty man paused, his lips pinched so tight it looked like he was sucking on a lemon. His eyes darted towards Nines as his perpetually reddened face turned a sickly shade of grey. "Just trust me on this."

Gavin took a drag, staring him down the entire time. He then tilted his head back, exhaling sharply and sending wisps of smoke billowing into the air. The ashy trails were soon disrupted, waning to the force of a long, aggrieved sigh. "Well, seeing as you fuckheads don't know how to use your words, I guess I'll  have  to check it out, won't I?" 

Without warning, he ripped away the sheets, revealing his naked body in all its glory. Floyd hurriedly swivelled away, staring down the opposing corridor as though it led to the gates of Heaven. It was the fastest Gavin had ever seen the hulking mass of flab move, having clearly had his fill of gratuitous nudity for one evening. 

As Nines finished dressing, zipping up the front of his charcoal suit pants, Gavin manoeuvred past him to reach for a nearby bathrobe. After slipping it on, he trudged his way out of the bedroom with his second-in-command trailing closely behind. 

They discovered the rest of the gang sitting in the meeting room, huddled around a small card table. The air around them was thick, heavy with tension, as they all looked noticeably uneasy. 

Their leader was quick to scrutinise, his eyes sweeping across the group, narrowed in accusation. "So, what is it that's so damn important it couldn't wait until morning?"

"Salvatore," one of the men, Vincenzo, chimed up. Of the ragtag group of idiots he had inherited from his father, he was among the few worth the oxygen they breathed. His lips were pulled into a prominent grimace as he folded his arms across his chest.

A swell of bile steadily rose in the back of Gavin's throat as a resentful pit formed in his stomach. Salvatore DeLuca had been one of his dad's closest associates—until he'd turned out to be a lying, double-crossing snake. In charge of handling finances, he'd been skimming profits off their operations for months, cutting and running before he got caught. 

The bastard was lucky Dad croaked when he did, or else he'd be lying six feet under, maggots crawling out of his ass. "The fuck does  he  want?"

Gavin did not receive an answer as the silence in the room grew increasingly disconcerting. His attention shifted to the table, where he noticed a letter lying face down in the centre. Next to it, there was a small parcel wrapped in brown butcher paper, secured with a length of string. 

He stubbed out his cigarette, leaving a prominent scorch mark on the weathered plastic, before flipping over the note:

m I s Sïñ G s0mēTh I n G?

b r Ī nG $I m ì l L i Ón Iñ ū Nmār K eD 2o S tØ U n ĪT ²3 13 57 — 4 ⁸ 2 I 6 iF u W@ñ t I T bÂc k

U hâ vË ⁷ D aYs.

Si gN ēd , 

U R fRÏ e ñ D

$ n @ kē B Itê

Son of a bitch. 

His lips twisted into a snarl as his hands tightened around the note, crumpling it into a ball. "I bet he thinks he's so clever. The slimy motherfucker."

"We wanted to wait for you before we opened...well…that." Vincenzo gestured to the unidentified item, a tense knot formed in the crease of his brow. He then paused as his sunken eyes scoped the densely packed room. "We've called around to the rest of the family… there's only one person unaccounted for."

Nines perked up, brow quirked in intrigue before his focused gaze charted a course through the downcast faces. As he searched, his naturally stern features shifted into something more perturbed. Several men averted their sights, refusing to look at him.

Gavin moved to inspect the parcel. He tested its weight in his palm before removing the fastenings, allowing the string to slink to the ground in a coiled pile. The wrapping was next, and as he unfurled the layers of crumpled paper, a glint caught against something polished reflected from the dangling bulb overhead. Holding the object closer to the light, the mobster discovered it was a small black flash drive.

A developing curiosity gripped him, mingled with trepidation. Life came with very few certainties, but if there was one, it was that receiving an unmarked USB with a threatening note couldn't mean anything good.

He turned around, motioning for one of his lackeys to reach beneath the coach they were sitting on. Upon doing so, the man pulled out a laptop—a beaten-up relic from the 2020s with a cracked screen and broken hinge on the left-hand side. Still, he hoped it would serve its purpose. 

Settling down in a nearby chair, Gavin booted it up, ensuring his antivirus was active. He wouldn't have put it past DeLuca to load up the drive with a shit ton of malware. His intrigue grew significantly as a notification popped up, prompting him to open the files on the newly installed device.

There was a single item contained within—an unnamed .MP4 with a blacked-out thumbnail—looming ominously in an otherwise empty window. The man surrounding him leaned forward, arching over his shoulder in order to get a better look. 

He imagined many of them would come to regret this, as without further delay, he clicked on the video:

↻      ◁     ||     ▷      ↺

The scene opened to what appeared to be a dimly lit warehouse filled with towering shelves and wooden crates. In the centre of the room, just barely visible through the grainy footage, a figure sat bound to a chair. Cable ties had been used to bind them, and a burlap sack covered their head.

Initially, there was no movement, with the person appearing either unconscious or dead—but through the continuous haze of visual noise, Gavin was able to detect a few rogue twitches of life. 

Suddenly, a light flickered on, flooding the screen with a harsh white glow before softening into something more tolerable. A burly man, with features obscured by a black ski mask, strode into the frame, clutching a rusted box cutter. 

Approaching the restrained figure, he poised the blade at the brim of the sack, dragging it along the edge. It was then that Gavin noticed the tie around the victim's neck, which the blade had slipped under and was currently whittling away. The masked man sliced the plastic, revealing a shock of dishevelled brown hair as he ripped the sack from the captive's head. Wide eyes stared up at him, brimming with fear. 

0:34 ─●──────── -3:43

Upon the hostage's reveal, he heard a small hitch of breath from the man standing beside him. Nines had grown noticeably tense; his jaw locked tight as he moved his head in slow, repetitive shakes. His grey eyes were vacant and staring, lost in deepening pools of denial.

Gavin studied him, both surprised and disappointed to see his composure shattered so easily, before returning his attention to the screen:

0:42 ──●──────── -3:35

The captive's mouth had been tightly bound with strips of duct tape, muffling any screams that attempted to emerge. He had been beaten at least once, with his jaw blotched in fresh bruises and a crust of dried blood caked to his cheek. 

His captor retracted the blade a second time, moving the switch up slowly in apparent sadistic delight. The brunette struggled against their binds, gangly form sprawling and flailing as much as it possibly could. He looked like a rodent stuck in a glue trap, desperately trying to escape. 

In response to this, the masked man socked him cleanly across the face. He howled against the tape, writhing in agony, to which the hostage took hold of his scalp and firmly yanked back, presenting the full breadth of his neck to the camera.

With the knife, a small line was teased across the pale skin—not hard enough to cause any real damage, but just sufficient to draw a tiny sliver of ruby droplets. The prisoner's features contorted fearfully, and their entire body seized up, trying to keep still. 

0:59 ───●─────── -3:18

Several of Gavin's men turned away, unable to watch any longer. Their boss silently chided their weakness, regarding them as spineless cowards. 

A few stragglers remained, frozen in petrified silence as they continued to watch the video. The only sounds left in the room came in the form of muffled howls from the laptop speakers. Then a whispered voice broke through, laden with ill-suppressed emotion and punctuated by shaky breaths:

"Connor." 

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zukka modern au headcanon where druk is zuko’s service dog. he’s massive dobermann pinscher, all muscle and pointy ears and shiny fur and glinting chain collar around his neck; his presence is so ominous, it almost makes zuko’s tall and broad frame feel dainty in comparison. he looks a little bit like zuko: controlled, but sharp and dangerous. zuko thought that getting a scary service dog would prevent others from trying to pet it when they’re outside, and it works. druk not only aids with zuko’s impaired hearing and vision, but he also helps zuko manage his panic attacks and loneliness. it sokka took a very long time to get used to druk’s distrustful growling and alert gaze pinning him down. the absolute command zuko cooly exercises over a creature as terrifying as druk makes sokka drool. it wasn’t until sokka and zuko moved in together, and sokka and druk spent some quality time together alone, man and dog, that they warmed up to each other, and sokka spoils druk rotten.

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