#wolf druid

[hallowed-kyrkogrim]

[kikicolors]

druid gf

[takaraphoenix]

They really gave Stiles magic for one episode and we all, collectively and rightfully so, assumed they'd do, you know, virtually anything at all with it so we took it and ran with it and fleshed it out beautifully and have hundreds of thousands of words written on Spark!Stiles and how his magic potential could have come into play in the show.

Meanwhile the writers room of the show were collectively picking their noses and brainstorming the worst ways to kill off beloved characters in dumbass plotlines.

[hayweerc]

I give you Silver's Wild Shape. 🦔(Ch.10)

Also a bonus doodle:

Sonic, It's a crush bbg.

[bloodurged]

I think the collective durgetash fandom is not being insane enough about redeemed urge killing enver. he managed to escape bhaal's favourite blade for years, the only living thing the dark urge has ever loved allowed to stay so, because of bane. because he is the clever, usefull chosen of bane, on whom their alliance depends. he is the urge's only bit of respite, of freedom. the only thing not cowering from their touch, but leaning into it like a lovesick pup. the chosen of bane, who was meant conquer the world so that the urge may slay it, safely from the closed fist of his black hand. and when all that is left is him, the urge and their lord father, he would gladly be sacrificed at their altar, the first act of blasphemy, and with the same blade, the last act of forgiveness, so that only bhaal remains. only death. the urge escapes their father, but the favoured lamb remains so. he will not change. he could, anyone could. but he is too stubborn, he who would use bane as a step to his success. the urge gains new freedom and loses old, in death, enver's body speaks at last with his master's voice. perhaps they will bring him back. though he will refuse to change, aren't they owed one last act of blasphemy?

[bucksboobs]

“Fandom is better than canon” a Teen Wolf fan once theorized that the show’s (at the time) only recurring Black characters were secretly devil worshippers because she didn’t like that the Black guy cared more about the main character than her teen fave that she liked to ship with a grown man

She was considered the leading academic mind of the fandom.

[wilderun]

Big brother Druid with his little half siblings 😊

[sintoj]

Commissioned work for Vhattipossessed on twitter👍

Timelapse below

[jackthevulture]

My raised-by-worg druid with wildshape, Eru, doesnt see a lot of combat but boy is he fun to think about using his offensive spells. I love Firebelly

[1004knightingale]

Day 14 - Emerald Grove + Real

[thechaoticdruid]

🥺 💕 Wolf Blood

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

The Wolf and The Witch

Part 1/?

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.

They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.

Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.

But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.

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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.

These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.

But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…

The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.

So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.

The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.

He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.

It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.

Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.

He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.

A werewolf.

[rainbow-zebra-art]

Full-color commission for Sarah Tilgner (@a-mellowtea)! Featuring her DnD character Dizae, a faun druid, with a wolf spirit. Observing a beautiful scenery, I suppose 💚

[crowbitz]

my drakkenheim pc adopted a rabid, ice breathing dog today

[theslowestpoke]

Today's useless teen wolf AU is everything is essentially the same except they live in Louisiana instead of California.

Stiles' dad is the sheriff of their parish, somewhere inoffensively middle-north like Rapides so they're surrounded by the national forest and still close to the Red River. It's a perfect place to hide a giant magic tree, for the record, and the bayou is no place for two teenagers to go stumbling around looking for a dead body. Best case you find it before the gators find you; worst case, your best friend gets his ass chomped by a rougarou.

Everyone knows the legends - the stories older siblings tell you with a lot less warning than your grandmother ever did - but they're just stories, right?

Except now that Stiles is really paying attention, there's way weirder stuff in the medicine cabinets at the vet clinic than you'd really need for dogs and cats and the bright blue paint on the outside of the building might be more than just an aesthetic choice for the doctor who always seems to know more than he's willing to tell.

When a family comes to town with their pretty daughter and French last name, Scott's already head-over-heels before Stiles can point out that there's bigger fish to fry. Lydia Martin is hosting the annual crawfish boil at her family's manor ("for charity," like they don't have their hands dirty from running a chain of river-boat casinos on the Red) and Scott needs to get his new claws in check if he's wants to steer clear of Argent. The hunter's been asking around in quick, clipped creole about all the recent rumors of black panther sightings, but Stiles knows that's not what he's really asking.

When the kanima starts wreaking on the town, Deaton sends Stiles to the graveyard to fetch a bag of dirt from his own mother's grave. He promises it will protect them and keep the kanima from escaping the rave, but only after Stiles accuses him of trying to use Claudia's memory in a curse. It works, but nothing else does, and Stiles has to break the line of goofer dust to let Isaac and Erica escape. He's definitely remembering that for the future.

[blog-m-for-murder]

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