#but i adored the hounds!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Be wary not of the beast, but the hand that tamed it.

(Read more dog training tips over at Tiger Tiger)

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[ratinayellowbandana]

Hound "baby boy" of Ill Omen for prompts!

first off, thank you for carrying this whole ship on your back. you are our strongest soldier and we appreciate you.

second, even more thanks for sending this my way! I hope this is something like what you had in mind!

if anyone else sees this and would like to toss a little prompt my way, feel free :)

wc: 934

cw: body horror…kind of? it’s just canonically what the good boy looks like

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Imogen loves Laudna. She does. Quite a lot, in fact.

Because it is a fact. 

It may as well be written in stone. In the stars. Recorded on one of those dusty scrolls in elegant script and stuck on a shelf in some stuffy library for the next bored student who may happen across it and learn of two witches who saved the world.

Laudna, it must be noted, is a woman of many quirks. 

And Imogen, it must be noted, adores her for them. 

They are just as much a part of Laudna as the angle of her nose, the brightness in her eyes. As are her projects, macabre and scrounged as they often are, and so Imogen adores them, too. 

(If it takes her a moment to come around, Laudna must never know. Each new creation, presented to Imogen with all the glee of a child in a sweets shop, will only ever be met with enthusiasm. Laudna, she knows, has spent too long squirreling away the odd parts of herself. Imogen is determined to recover them.)

“Come here, darling,” Laudna calls, and the flesh-and-bone creature that scared the everloving fuck out of Imogen the first time he burst from his maker’s chest trots happily to her side, tongue lolling from a fleshless snout. 

The hound twines between Laudna’s legs, and she lifts her skirts to allow him through. He leans heavily against the inside of her knee, and Laudna beams. She bends at the waist to wrap the creature in spindly arms. His back arches, and Imogen can hear the vertebrae curving, clacking, as Laudna scratches behind his one intact ear. The ichor-tipped remnant of a tail begins to wag, shaking them both with the force of it.

He spots Imogen several paces away, and his green eyes glow, peering at her curiously.

Laudna has stopped her scritches, and the hound tilts his big head. Laudna looks up, meets Imogen’s fond gaze, and her lips split into a wide grin.

“Go on,” she pats the creature’s sides encouragingly, “say hello if you like.”

The hellhound bounds forward, released from his command. 

Imogen recalls the day he learned his tricks.

Laudna had found Imogen lounging beneath a copse of trees one afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to sink, casting the forest in dappled shades of orange and gold. The festering hound loped diligently at her heels. His paws colored the leaf-strewn ground iridescent black in their wake. 

“Look!” Laudna had said, chest puffed. She turned to her newest creation and pointed one finger. “You’ve been so obedient all afternoon. I’ll see about giving you something from my collection if your other mom approves of your skills. I should have a deer leg that will suit you nicely.” She contemplated for a moment. “Ready?” 

The hound stretched into a bow, muscle snapping over exposed bone, yawned, and shook. Drops of blood and ichor spattered the clearing, but Imogen hardly noticed, too caught up in Laudna’s casual statement. 

She had said it nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just gifted Imogen something extraordinarily precious. As if Imogen’s senses hadn’t suddenly gone askew. As if she hadn’t just sent Imogen’s worldview slip-sliding into something new and dangerous and so welcome that it felt like a homecoming. Her mind spun until she was almost giddy with it. She wondered, then, how something said so simply could feel so significant. If Laudna understood what she had done. 

She had appointed Imogen the caretaker of a fragment of her soul. Of a creature that had been born of her, born from her. Crafted from the essence of her with whispered words and a desire to protect. 

“Imogen?” Laudna had said then, “Are you ready?”

And Imogen had glanced between Laudna and her hound, who sat on bleeding haunches and looked expectantly at his mother, and it was all she could do to swallow the creak in her throat.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

Now, as the hound nearly bowls her over, Imogen cannot find it within herself to be mad at him. Not even at the dark stains on her dress. They’ll come out with a prestidigitation or two. She knows from experience. 

She falls back in the grass and stares down twin emeralds. A broad tongue laps the side of her face, and she laughs, trying to dodge a cold, wet nose against her cheek. Her hands come up to cup the sides of his muzzle. 

“Hi, baby boy,” she coos. She rubs at his ears, and he presses harder into her palm, groaning loudly. She can feel the vibration in her chest.

Laudna scolds, “What have I said about knocking people over?” Her hands rest firmly on her hips. “Honestly, Imogen, you could at least discipline him. How will he learn?”

Imogen rolls her eyes, shrugs. “I’m the fun mom. He comes to me because he knows he can’t get away with anything when you’re around.”

Laudna huffs. “I’m sorry that I want our son to be civilized.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” The hound flops to the ground, sprawling over Imogen’s outstretched legs, and she lets out an oomph of surprise. “Are you going to join us down here?” 

Laudna sighs and settles beside Imogen, resting her head on Imogen’s shoulder. She runs her hands over the creature’s exposed belly, avoiding the biggest of the perpetually oozing wounds. His jaw unhinges happily. His tail thumps a steady rhythm against her shin.

Imogen presses a kiss to the top of Laudna’s head, and Laudna relaxes into her.

A soft smile spreads across Imogen’s lips.

[spaceybot]

G1 Hound would have loved being in Griffin Rock with the Rescue Bots and no I am not okay

[alvivaarts]

Anyway guys, this is my dog. Bubba turned 7 today!!!

[marzipanloves]

O: U KNOW COOKIE RUN :3 ME TOOO

I do!! I used to play it like a decade ago when it was just Ovenbreak but my fiancee got me into CR Kingdom and it's really cute and fun!!

And also a lotta cute people in it and a surprising amount of people using multiple pronouns like that's so epic wtf.

[this-hound]

soft gentlebeard + babygirl ed doodle compilation

reblogs and comments are appreciated!!!

[dragon-giggles]

Alright Muppet Baby headcanons about Afghan and Baskerville, let's go!

~Both of them are really clingy to Rowlf

~They're mostly just side/background characters, but are focused on every once in a while

~I like to think that when Rowlf's singing a song (or any other song segments) they'll just suddenly pop up outta nowhere and provide as back up singers

~Baskerville would probably hang out with Rizzo a lot (when he's not with Rowlf)

~Same with Afghan and Skeeter. She'd like Summer too

~I don't know how clear I've made it now how close they are to Rowlf, but like 99.9% of the time they're on screen they are right by his side

~Rowlf is constantly annoyed at them of course. They bother him and invade his space 24/7, so why wouldn't he be

~Afghan will ask Miss Nanny all the time if they can have pizza/pizza bites for lunch or snack time

~Baskerville will be a little smug rat sometimes and do stuff to purposefully annoy Rowlf (for ex. he'll lean against him when knowing that the guy likes his personal space and just do other little stuff like that)

~Baskerville isn't much bigger than Rizzo

~Baskerville is also babied a lot by the others because of how innocent he looks, but in actuality he's very mischievous. He usually gets away with a lot of stuff he does because of his look

~Afghan is a tomboy like Skeeter

~She's also one of the more taller babies. She's around Fozzie's size

~Baskerville and Fozzie have a light rivalry with each other because both try to be the funnyman of the group (This is reference to that one Muppet Show episode where they were holding auditions and Baskerville auditioned as a comedian, and Fozzie kept throwing him off stage)

~Miss Piggy loves to dress Afghan up, always saying how perfect her fluffy fur would look with this and that

~Like Gonzo, Baskerville has wore a dress before at some point

~He's also been chased by Camilla more than once because he's just one of those kids that likes to annoy everyone for the heck of it, including her

~Afghan on the other hand is quite a charmer

Whew, that was a lot! I don't think I have anymore so I'll just stop here :o)

[musicilovewatchingboysto]

I’m a hound dog 🎀

[dilfsuzanneyk]

thinking about that one fic where pat and the captain are teachers and they go on a field trip and they both speak french. thinking about the captain being a sort of malewife. thinking about how if he speaks both french and is a malewife then he is kind of like gomez addams. thinking about gomez's line where he says "you know what it does to me when you speak french" to morticia.

[queen-scribbles]

I do love this funky green boy more than I anticipated who could have ever seen this coming?? /s

[jagzii]

"I know I usually write about films and TV shows on Fridays, but I have to be honest. Sometimes I don’t watch things in time to write anything, or, conversely, I watch stuff I feel no desire to write about. That being the case, I decided there was really only one appropriate course of action... make a list recommending the stories I have been consuming this week instead. Which, in this case, are mostly manga and webtoons."

Read the rest here:

[mrsoharaa]

You mumble an "I love you" to Uzui, and the man is literally dribbling/clinging all over you like a love-sick idiot. ♡

[ladyaster]

I can’t take people who say that Sneasler is the worst pokemon ever designed seriously when Aromatisse has existed since 2013. Especially since Sneasler is kind of the poster child of video essays regarding why “Legends Arceus bad”.

Let’s be real here, if Blaziken and Lucario were 8th/9th gen pokemon rather than 3rd and 4th gen respectively, they would be loathed and reviled instead of seen as untouchable and iconic.

[softersinned]

the really fun thing abt astoria in a lot of verses is that she both is & isn't in so many situations and it's really all dependent upon how she presents herself / how she's seen. she's is & isn't a bastard, illegitimate by fereldan standards but the avvar don't give two shits, since inheritance of wealth or titles is matrilineal and it doesn't matter. she is & isn't avvar, come of age but not a member of any hold. she is & isn't a mage, having refused to be bonded to a spirit in her hold but still being mage enough to be afraid of templar interference. she's not astoria o grimhold anymore but she is astoria grim. she's not a donnelly but she is bann brennan's favorite daughter. she's not a cousland but she is ellis cousland's wife. she's not a warden but she is at amaranthine and she does defend the keep alongside the wardens left behind. she's a woman who loves control and certainty and she exists almost constantly in limbo and in a weird state of what ifs and maybe sos and if you look at it that ways. the only thing that no one could ever argue is that she's fereldan to her core.

[glutenfreedragonpotion]

Dog breeding is a harder form of colour mixing cause like blue + red = purple but chiwawa + beagle make a chiweagle

There's more biological maths involved