#hell's hounds

[that-one-raccoon]

quick magic and mystery comic before the update tomorrow-

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The lone wolf dog was sat at the back of the bar, enjoying his break from fighting. While others drank booze, he stuck with milk. It kept his mind clear and focused. Even in his cursed afterlife, Homelander couldn’t let it go. Course, he wasn’t Homelander anymore. Just J.

The crowed gathered were eagerly watching, waiting for the second round to begin. J was up against a far larger mutt and the odds weren’t exactly in his favour. But he didn’t give in easily and had grown somewhat of a reputation because of it. He fought dirty. Claws and teeth, using any and all tricks in the book. He wouldn’t lose this fight.

As the bell rang, J made his way back into the ring. He rolled his shoulders, lay low in preparation to charge. His eyes glowed red with fury as he growled at his opponent, tail swaying in anticipation. And then the bell rang once more.

He snarled as he rushed his opponent, jumping and snapping his jaws down on their shoulder, earning a howl in reward. While he was smaller, he was faster, dodging attack after attack, until his luck ran out and he was hit with a vicious swipe that knocked him to the other side of the ring with a whimper.

[ @hom3land3r ]

As James stood behind the bar, cleaning the dirty mugs with a rag that had long since lost its original color, he couldn’t help but cast his gaze toward the ring. The sound of the crowd's roar echoed through the room, but he remained silent, focused on his task. His hands moved mechanically, scrubbing the glass as his eyes flickered between the dirty mugs and the fight unfolding in front of him.

James' claws tapped against the glass, an involuntary twitch as the sound of another roar from the crowd filled the air. He felt a brief flicker of something—pity, maybe, for the fight that Homelander J was putting up. But pity didn’t have a place in the hell that James called home.

His bar tab stretched longer than a ship’s hull, an anchor he could never seem to shake off. Valentino had made sure of that. The demon had a cruel way of making debts feel like chains, heavy and unrelenting. But it didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered now, except paying off the tab and staying out of the wrath of the big demon. He shot a glance to the side, toward the booth where Valentino would likely sit, watching the fight, enjoying the chaos.

J's fierce growls brought James back to the present, and he found himself leaning slightly forward, his grip tightening on the mug. There was something strangely familiar about J’s fighting style—raw, vicious, and relentless. It reminded James of himself, before everything had gone wrong. Back when he had fought for something, before he had been swallowed by guilt and forced into this prison of servitude.

He’d watched him fight before, but this time was different. J was fighting with a kind of desperation, his movements more vicious than usual. There was something raw about the way he fought—like the anger had become his only armor.

James’ eyes narrowed, his thoughts drifting as he idly scrubbed the glass in his hand. It wasn’t that he cared, not really. He didn’t know J, didn’t owe him anything. They had no history. But there was something about the man—the wolf, whatever he was—that made James uneasy. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that they were more alike than he cared to admit.

Then, as J got slammed to the floor by the larger mutt, a guttural snarl escaped James before he could stop it.

"Get up!" he growled under his breath, his fists tightening around the glass.

The next moment, the glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the bar with a loud crash.

The bar fell into a brief, tense silence. James froze, cursing himself silently as he quickly looked around, praying no one had noticed. But of course, Valentino was never far when something went wrong.

“What was that, huh?” Valentino’s voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and heavy with authority. James’ heart dropped as the overlord's eyes locked onto him, a predatory glint in them.

“I—I'm…” James stammered, trying to collect himself, but he could feel the weight of Valentino's stare, his every word crushing him down further. “ Terribly sorry sir, I didn’t mean to, I was… just slightly distracted watching the fight.”

Valentino stepped closer, his gaze narrowing. “ I don't pay you to watch baby, I pay you to tend my bar. You shout at my fighter while he’s in the ring? You forget where you are, or something? You ain't some military hero anymore—you’re just a nobody who works for me.” He sneered, clearly enjoying the power trip. “So keep your yap shut and your hands busy, or I’ll have you on the floor cleaning every last inch of this place with your tongue. Got it, baby?”

James nodded stiffly, swallowing his frustration. "Yes, sir."

Valentino’s eyes lingered for a moment longer, then he turned back to the ring, leaving James standing there, staring at the broken glass scattered across the bar.

A quick glance back at J, as the poodle demon began to clean up the glass shards. Something twisted in James’ chest. Keeping an eye on the newer 'entertainment' for the mothlike overlord.

For now, all James could do was pick up the pieces of the glass and quietly fume, hoping the night would pass without any more attention from Valentino or the other demons watching the fight. He wasn’t sure why he’d even cared about J's fight in the first place.

Still, as he cleaned, he couldn't help but glance at J again, watching him fight—watching him survive. And for a moment, James couldn’t help but wonder… Maybe they weren't so different after all.

[oliviarampaige]

“Watchdog of the Old Lords”

Day 25 - Hell Hound

The blood makes us human no more.

[mintywolf]

Sometimes a family is two witches, a dead rat, a ghost dog, some unsettling puppets, and a mutant moon alien in a jar. ❤️

Prints available!

[d20brainrot]

never fails to make me laugh

[tacccja]

one day little ursula gertneryn sees the wild hunt with her own eyes.

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[hoplessartist]

"Hunt."

I am a sucker for brutal massive old ladies, Jonny what where you thinking?

[agustinavids]

“Hi, baby boy”

twitter link: https://twitter.com/AgustinaVids/status/1736782491799732329 IG link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1AEM9JughG/ Prints: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/156348614

[panicbones]

instigator

(she/her for both)

[leafspiritz]

sometimes a family is you, your scary girlfriend, her rat-bird-son, and her terrible mangled hell-hound that comes from the depths of her soul 💜

[that-one-raccoon]

Magic and Mystery Incorrect Quotes

Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Draco, Ron & Blaise: *screaming*  Dazai: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Blaise?!  Ron: Wait, why are you asking Blaise that when Draco and I'm also here?  Dazai: Because Blaise wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance. Ron: Blaise, what do you value about Dazai?  Blaise: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but...  Dazai: That’s how I know they’re fresh! Fred, watching Blaise and Dazai from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE- Voldemort: I could kill you if I wanted.  Dazai: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Ron: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Blaise: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?  Dazai: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Ron, at Dazai’s funeral: I need a moment with them.  Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*  Ron, leaning over Dazai’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.  Dazai, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Dazai: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone!  Ron: What are you talking about? Of course—  Blaise, holding out a hand to shut Ron up: No, no, they have a point—

Hermione: I just found out from Ron today that when Dazai died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Pansy said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Dazai: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

Dazai, the foreign student: Fred, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.  Fred, the Brit TM: *sigh* Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

Draco: *sighs*  Pansy: You bored?  Draco: Yeah.  Pansy: Wanna start drama for no reason?  Draco: I thought you’d never ask.

Luna: :)  Dazai: >:(  Luna: Turn that frown upside down!  Dazai: ):< Luna: Not sure what I was expecting...

Pansy: Didn't you die?!  Dazai: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Ron, upon first meeting him: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.  Dazai: Who told you my secret?

Dazai: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?  Blaise: Peonies, why?  Dazai:  Blaise: Were you going to get me flowers?  Dazai:  Blaise:  Dazai: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Dazai, showing up to Hogwarts: Guys, [Mori,] How do I play?  *Dazai has drawn first blood!*  *Dazai is on a killing spree!*  *Dazai is on a rampage!*  *Dazai is unstoppable!*  *Dazai is dominating!*  *Dazai is godlike!*  Dazai: Don’t worry guys [Mori], I figured it out.

[lorelune]

hybrid blade who is leashed in public, always. it's a rare occurrence to go out and take him with you (as he, a tall, brooding wolf hybrid becomes quite the spectacle). he doesn't fight you when you hook the leash in the ring of his collar with shaking hands. you see a flash of the tag, his name on the front, your name and contact information on the back. the metal is scratched up from how often blade fidgets with it, whether it's on or off of his neck.

however obedient blade is in private, he is a menace in public. he looms over you, lingering a step behind you, orbiting you with each step. he growls when anyone looks at you for too long. you don't need to hold the leash tight, but you wind it around your palm anyways. you worry the leather of it. you see the look blade garners, you see the looks he gives bystanders to your relationship. venemous and angry, even at a distance. god forbid they come within six feet of you.

these jaunts are kept short for your own sake.

by the time you're home, you're worn and stress from having to gently cow blade's instinct. knowing when to click your tongue when he growls, flinching when he bares his teeth at you. you end up with bruises on your wrist and waist from how he likes to touch and keep you close. it's too much, but what could you do about it? how are you to stop a wolf who has decided that you are to be the treat within his jaws at will?

blade always keeps you in bed after an outing. you're always-- so tired. blade says you smell that way. he also makes a few other barbed comments about your scent. you don't smell like you-- you smell like the stores you wandered in. the checkout clerk who brushed her fingers against yours when you handed her coins to pay for pastries and drinks for you and blade. you smell like the perfume of a well-dressed man who eyed you for too long, and walked a little too close.

blade can't have that. you know this.

he'll keep you in bed, yours or his, until he decides you smell enough like home again. his home.

[oddthesungod]

Hound of Ill Omen

[pocketgalaxies]

chet going "her rib cage has a lot of barn door action going on" and laudna going "yeah true." and essek going "show me?" and laudna summoning a lurching undead gorey wolf from her chest and then the entire party just giving him pets and telling him to sit while essek recovers from a small heart attack. laudna's chest happily re-seals

[jadequarze]

Just two witches being soft and a hell hound who somehow gives more attention towards Imogen