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new favorite YouTube comment just dropped
#LMAO#wolves#yellowstone#abolish capitalism#guillotine the rich#anticapitalism#leftblr#therian#YouTube#youtube comments#socialism#anarchism#communism#ecology#antiwork#fuck capitalism#eat the rich#babe wake up#all-time hilarity#personal hall of fame
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I made this instead of sleeping dhgshjdfg
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Mareep the sheep :]
#dream smp#dream smp fanart#c!tommy#c!tubbo#and tiny Ranboo and Michael#rozoodles#the end au#Tubbo shears her since Tommy has a bad back#I think Michael rlly likes Mareep.. they both match with missing an eye#girl who draws wolves most of the time tries drawing a sheep#don’t look to closely anatomy might be off#I know it’s late to post but I’m too impatient to wait
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guard dog
#hi everyone long time no see....... sm has happened this year!! geez#year of the rabbit threw me 2 the wolves ..#but i got top surgery! on my 4th week of recovery ;9#so stoked abt my nipples. im addidcted to taking off my shirt and striking a lil cunty pose in the mirror LOL#yippee!#will be posting some more older art soon stay tunedddd luv u guys hope yall are eating well <3#furry#anthro
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THE COMPANY OF WOLVES (1984) dir. Neil Jordan
#the company of wolves#the company of wolves 1984#angela lansbury#useranimusvox#moviegifs#userbrittany#filmgifs#dailyflicks#usersugar#userbbelcher#userallisyn#horroredit#userrlaura#usermandie#dailyhorrorfilms#userrobin#useraurore#userfrodosam#fyeahmovies#daily80s#userhorroredits#weloveperioddrama#fantasyedit#angela carter#the bloody chamber#red riding hood#it's october - you know it's time for the annual brainrot of the company of wolves#mywork
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so i saw deadpool & wolverine
#my art#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine#Wade Wilson#logan howlett#deadpool 3#okay so i stayed away from the marketing and watched it after the movie? and i was so confused why their actors and characthers acted like#they mutually hated each other when in the movie deadpool is making heart eyes at wolvs the entire time#!SPOILER WARNING! it seems like wolverine reciporcates at the end? like c'mon wingman wolverine im not saying vanessaxwolvx dp but#mcu#marvel#Edit: please stop liking this please look at my other art please this took me only 15 minutes LOOK AT MY OTHER HEART PLEASE
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Playing and, dare I say, having fun
#art#wreck it ralph#wir#vanellope#king candy#turbo wreck it ralph#been obsessed with Turbo since age amoeba this is the first time i've drawn him as a normal dude though#OR POSTED IT ONLINE#2012 sketchbook drawings of these guys as wolves are lost to time unfortunately#REMINDER TO PIRATE DISNEY MOVIES! if you need a link to a less than legal means to watch this film I TOTALLY WILL NOT provide one#(just poke me ;] )
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pretend boyfriend but it's in a time where roads are nothing more than muddy tracks, making travel slow and cumbersome. the town's buildings are a mix of weathered wood and crumbling brick, faded paint peeling off their facades. wanted posters, yellow and tattered, are plastered on every available surface, faces of outlaws and fugitives who roam the countryside depicted in greyish ink.
the townsfolk go about their lives with a wary eye, and you go about yours with a sharp one, in search of opportunity: a cowboy too drunk off his wits to know his right from his left. the humble borough of blackthorn doesn't need any more working girls, no more ladies with hair down to their corseted waists beautifying the arms of both bounty hunters and farm hands alike.
that's fine, you reckon. you've always had a knack for survival. your deft fingers have made a living out of slipping into pockets and relieving men of their hard earned coin pouches when they lose themselves in drink and laughter. its not an easier life than that of the ladies in the saloon but it's yours, and you've learned to navigate it with equal cunning and charm.
but as people say, anything that can go wrong, will and tonight nothing seems to go right for you. just as you'd been slipping the stolen bills from your latest mark in between the swell of your breasts, he stirs from his drunken sleep, bedsheet tangled in his spurs as he struggles to rise onto unsteady feet. his movements are sluggish, muddy brown eyes blinking against the dim light of the quaint room.
you don't wait for him to ask any inane questions, you know when you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. you run out the door on bare feet, fisting the rough fabric of your dress to lift it above your ankles as you barrel down the stairs.
your shoulders ache from bumping into patrons as you try to quickly weave your way toward the door, your breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. the saloon is a blur or faces and noise, the jaunty tune coming from the piano as fast paced as the galloping of your heart.
just as you reach the swinging doors, you glance outside through the dusty window panes and see someone right across the street in the patio of the drugstore.
the star on his chest gleaming even in the flickering light of the shop is distinctive. your heart sinks like a stone dropped into a well, the weight of the situation leaden over your puffed shoulders.
but you haven't made it this far while skirting around law and order without a sharp mind. your thoughts swirl in your mind as you run through options. a horse loosely tied to the hitching post out front, sleeping roll behind the saddle. you could take it but risk getting roped off by someone. slipping out the windows would draw too much attention. using the back door near the kitchen would have the owner on your arse.
shit. shit-
then you spot him. sitting alone at a table is a hulking, beast of a man. (his broad shoulders and burly frame makes him resemble more mountain than man tbh.) a small shot glass rests on the scratched surface before him, the only delicate item in his vicinity. the wide-brimmed hat he wears casts a shadow over his face but the glint in his eyes is unmistakable. maybe that's why even the other patrons have given him a wide berth. (the knotted scar that runs from the corner of his cheek pulling his lips into a permanent, twisted sneer makes the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end.)
desperation fuels your next move.
your hand trembles when you place it on the the exposed skin of his forearm that's covered in a fine layer of grime, as does your voice when you speak.
"hey-" you don't get to finish your sentence, feeling the words crumble into ash on your tongue when you realize you're out of time. the drunken idiot from upstairs is storming straight towards you, his nostrils flared, white etched on his knuckles. panic surges through you and so you move.
coming to stand behind the seated stranger, your arms cradle his large head, clammy palms flat on the sweat stained fabric of his union shirt. his body tenses under your touch, muscles cooling like a spring, but you muster all the bravado you can.
"if ya got a problem with me," your voice is steady despite the fear that's settled at the base of your spine, "take it up with my husband."
the drunk comes to an abrupt halt, his anger momentarily replaced by confusion, uncertainty, as he glances between you and the human(?) shield you're clinging to.
the room has fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding drama. they watch with bated breaths, even the bartender had paused mid-polish, his hand frozen on the glass.
the man wavers, his resolve crumbling like freshly tilled dirt before you. but the final nail in the coffin is when your 'husband' grabs onto your arm and leads you to sit onto his lap, both your legs fitting on top of his one, feeling the tarnished buckle of his leather belt even through the couple of layers of your dress on your arsecheek, his arm cinching tightly around your waist.
his skin feels rough, scarred, yet warm, beneath your hand. (embarrassing that this surprises you.)
you can feel his voice vibrate from his chest and sink into your bones when he aids you in this mess you've created. "ya 'eard m'wife. piss off 'fore i make you."
his mouth twists into an ugly line but concedes defeat, telling your 'husband' to "keep his wh-wife on a tighter leash unless she's keen on ending up on a missing poster alongside the wanted ones."
when you turn in his lap to look outside the window, watching the drunk unsteadily get on his horse and leave, you give the man you're on a muted thanks and move to get up only-
the arm around your waist feels more like an iron band. you're can't get up. you can't leave. your feet don't even touch the wooden floorboards of the saloon. you turn your wide eyes toward him, lips parted in surprise.
he doesn't seem as surprised as you.
"wha'? thought you could jus' up and go 'bout your way?"
you open your mouth wider, to scream maybe, you aren't sure but he cuts you off with a sharp suck of his teeth.
"make trouble and there will be trouble. i'll drag your pretty arse to the sheriffs office by the hair."
the realization of what he is keeps you utterly frozen in place, any fight you'd had bleeding out of you.
a bloody bounty hunter. no wonder everyone had kept their distance.
"i'm gonna be finishin' this bottle and you'll be a good wife and draw me a bath in our hotel room."
(he plucks the dirty money from where you'd kept it and tosses it on the bar top, carrying you straight to where he'd hitched his horse and plops you in front, your back to his barrel of a chest. "youll bathe with me, gotta have you clean for our consummation.")
#i lost all will to continue halfway through idk if you can tell lmao#i went from this is a genius idea to this seems fucking stupid actually#oh well#he lets you run away a max of two times on foot before you come back on your own cuz there are wolves around#:(#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader
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why not. why not post some of the dog eat dog concepts. look at my wolves
#sorry you have to see hare again. i plauyed around#those are a couple many weeks old. maybe months. so designs may have changed idk i havent had time or the right mood to draw them lately#still testing designs and visual styles and the likes. im struggling to discover a fitting way to draw those doggies that fits them#and also their stories. so dont look too hard at those thanks. tfhank you#i was gonna introduce the packs too but i got lazy i gotta have things properly drawn for that until then have this#note to others i am against the existence of wolfdogs molly is my way of ranting about why people need to stop making wolfdogs#doodle tag#<-. i think having a doodle tag will make me more confident 2 post these kind of things#dog eat dog tag#wolf#wolves#dogs#canids#and such#cobalt#hare#molly#duchess#kestrel#salmon#oxen
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“i—” yuuji swallows, lips a hair’s breadth from yours, “i’ve never done, uh, this before.” he brushes the seam of your mouth with a calloused thumb. the softness makes him sigh.
your fingers weave through his cropped locks, strands the color of a peony curled within itself, waiting (yet ready) to bloom. his honeyed gaze seeps into your own, slowing time. he’s sweet and eager and afraid; the fear looks foreign as it tugs on his boyish features.
you examine him for a moment, wondering what god you appeased to be lucky enough to lay here with yuuji. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, yuu. i’m happy to stay just like this; whatever you want, i want.”
his dark lashes flutter, focus drifting from your lips back up to your eyes. “i want you,” he rasps. “if you’ll have me. if you don’t mind, ah… helping.” his freckled cheeks burn, flushed crimson from the tips of his ears to the neck of his shirt.
“there’s nothing you could ask for that i would say no to,” you chuckle, pressing your forehead against his. he finally graces you with his brilliant smile—the one that rivals the radiance of the sun
“don’t tempt me, now.”
your lips ghost his. “i wouldn’t dream of it.”
#throwing to the wolves. i wrote this before i passed out.#i think he’s excited but nervous. baby boy. i will kith him better <3#shan’t actually write the teaching him to kiss at this moment—perhaps another time. this will do for neow#yuuji <3
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The moon has fully set over the horizon. The howling over the server has stopped. Four Hermits sit in a circle, staring just slightly away from each other, as to not be caught staring. Joe is miserably trying to wring mud out of his puppet. Stress isn't bothering about the mud at all but is despairing at how shredded her jumper is. Somehow, Zedaph has only lost a shoe, which is more concerning than any of the prior people. Xisuma is deliberately not checking himself. The damning lack of helmet on his head, though, means he can't avoid feeling how he underwent the same terrible transformation as everyone else.
"So," he says, finally.
"I could use pants," Joe says, finally giving up on washing out his puppet, and, ah. Yes. Those are pretty well destroyed, aren't they? Xisuma looks away politely, feeling his face heat up. It heats up more when he realizes everyone can see it, gosh, he's–he's not so sure how he feels about that–
"I think we all need pants. Look at us," Stress says, and if Xisuma can be looking away any harder, he sure is now. Wait, she said 'all', does that include... Oh, oh dear.
"Well I don't know about you, but I still have perfectly serviceable pants," Zedaph says imperiously.
"You know, if anything, that's weirder, given the way we were all giant wolves traipsing around in the night just now. Which is strange itself! However, wolves don't normally wear pants, so really, the fact the only article of clothing you've lost is your shoes is less miraculous and more actively impossible!" Joe responds.
"Well you're actively impossible," mutters Zedaph.
"My god, it was real," Xisuma says.
"Well, I mean, I sort of figured it had to be, what with the four of us being all covered in mud and tired and your helmet being gone and all that," Stress says.
"It was real," Xisuma says.
The four of them sit in silence a little longer. The sun continues its steady march upwards into the sky. It's April; the day is longer than the night, by now, so they aren't wasting but so much time compared to the time the moon was up. The time the moon was up feels a bit more like a dream than anything else, too; distantly, Xisuma wonders if this is what spiders feel like when they become angry during the night, or what drives the undead from the ground. It's a disquieting thought, and he'd literally lived in a skeleton!
"So," Joe says. "So. Which one of us is going to yell at Zedaph for biting us?"
"Rude!" Zedaph says. "Very rude, I'm not the one that bit you! You bit me! Xisuma bit me, actually, you all saw him!"
"What? No, I didn't!" Xisuma says. "Gosh, if I were a werewolf, don't you think you'd know by now?"
"Hm. Suspicious," Zedaph says.
"No?" Xisuma says.
"I mean, I'd try to claim it was my fault, what with being a monster and all, but I'm actually a different sort of beastie normally," Stress says. "Being all doggy is new for me. I should show Iskall. Hey, do you think I should bite Iskall?"
"Yes," Zedaph says.
"No," Xisuma says.
"I'll split the difference and say maybe," Joe says. "Also, since we're arguing about it anyway, I'll say that I think I'd remember if I bit someone, although maybe I wouldn't. It's been a weird night. Maybe I should just go ahead and get everyone apology gifts instead?"
"Please don't," Zedaph says.
"Aww, but I like his gifts," Stress says.
"Honestly, yeah, I was–no, Zedaph is right, it'd be too distracting," Xisuma says, thinking of many of the, er, gifts he's gotten from Joe in the past. "Besides, it's not your fault. But if none of us bit anyone, then why on earth are we all werewolves no–oh no."
"That was ominous?" Joe says.
"Oh. Ohhhhhh," Zedaph says. "Whoops."
"It was supposed to be a joke about investment bankers," Xisuma says.
"Wait, what, do you really think the silly name turned us into werewolves?" Stress says.
"I had other season plans, Xisuma!" Joe says.
"Hey, does that make me a sheep in wolf's clothing that's also a wolf that turns into a sheep that turns into a wolf? If so, neat," Zedaph says.
"Do you know how annoying it will be to get a werewolf puppet?" Joe says.
"Gosh, I absolutely have to bite Iskall now," Stress says.
Xisuma, for a moment, considers putting a stop to it. If it really is the silly name, the collective, the hats and the howls–if it really is the collective weight of story bearing down on all of them–then really, it's still so early that it would be very easy to stop.
Xisuma considers the competition the rest of the shopping district poses, and how easy it will be to move as a collective when they're also a pack.
Also, he hasn't actually been a wolf before. That's one mob he hasn't done!
"You should bite Iskall. I want to know what it does," Xisuma says, deciding that he's quite bored with being responsible and that if someone wants to stop it, it will have to be not him. "But, er, first, in the meantime, do you think he or Doc is better to ask for a helmet that'll grow to fit my muzzle instead of nearly trapping my skull?"
"Hm," Stress says. "Well, Iskall is pretty good at head electronics."
"Yeah, but Doc is a better choice for abominations against nature!" Joe says.
"What about me? I like abominations," Zedaph says.
"It's okay, Zedaph, it's just you don't make many helmets, is all," Xisuma says. "We'll run around being abominations of nature, gosh, most full moons together. Is that good enough?"
"Fine," Zedaph says. "I'm bringing the snacks. I have sheep, and I've always wanted to try cannibalism."
"I guess werewolves wouldn't have to worry about prions," Joe says, nodding.
"Well, if you're going to get Doc, I'm going to go bite Iskall. I know I don't got fangs right now but it'll be very funny either way," Stress says.
"Have fun!" Xisuma says, and even though he's still red, and no one has pants but Zedaph, and he feels vaguely sick without his helmet, he also feels something close to pure delight. Gosh. Werewolves, huh? What a concept, having a little pack. He'll have to make the most of it; they've already seen his face anyway, and not one of them have commented or looked him in the eyes. Clearly, it won't matter so much if Doc takes a while with the helmet.
#hermitcraft#hermitfic#xisuma#joe hills#zedaph#stressmonster101#a bee fic#me vibrating at high speeds: WOLVES WOLVES WOLVES WOLVES WOLVES#the fact today is hermit-a-day-may xisuma day is coincidence i'm not doing it (although everyone should!)#but i figure it decent timing anyway
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i completely forgot about siffrin bucket until i looked back in my files so you get that too
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hermitcraft s10 is just a documentation of the hermits descent into madness. wdym xisuma spent an hour on his hands and knees recording himself howling like a wolf ??
#wools of wolf street#wait a second#wolves of wool street#brain explosion#i laughed so hard when i watched his video one of my housemates came to check on me#xisuma is autistic and had a special interest in dogs when he was a kid#<- it's true he told me#if you disagree you hate autistic people#i'm autistic btw#in case you couldn't tell#(everyone says yes horsemeatluvr23 we knew)#hermitcraft 10#hermitcraft#horsemeatposting#xisuma#xisumavoid#shashwammyvoid#i now need an audio clip of all of the wool collective members howling at the same time
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felt compelled to doodle Jason in a skirt cause I feel like he'd be a skirt kind of guy
#pjo#riordanverse#jason grace#my art#also yes he has a wolf hoodie. of course he does.#''why would jason be a skirt kind of guy'' he's roman. he was raised in a city where people were togas all the time#and before that was raised by wolves and also he's adhd (probably AuDHD). look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't hate pants.#like. will he tolerate them? yeah. but only because he has to
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daily musings of officer goldwood
#the cat witchs guild#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#tcwg#tmaomal#lime#limochi#clarinette#in the bg at least#art#ocs#original#note that those things dont actually happen when he goes home he just daydreams that it might#sometimes he gets pretty close to the top one#and sometimes she does let im lay in her lap#rare occasions#but when hes home at least theres a chance itll happen#when hes at work theres 0% mochi time#sad#the two wolves inside lime are (i want to quit this job) and (i need this job to be worthy of her)#country roadddssss...take me hoooommee....to the plaaaaace...i belooonggg...mochis laaaap....#- limes brain#spiral eyes lime is the Activation Indicator
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By lamp and moonlight we saw them, but what we saw wasn't quite what should be
#drawtober 2023#e'spooky time!#werewolves#inktober#werewolf#a little early for#Halloween#but werewolves were on the brain#my preferred style of woofs#basically just tailess wolves#gone wrong
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