#were-woof

[spider-at-law]

<an EXTREMELY not safe for work photo of Rory, under Brighid's desk>

<an equally NSFW picture of Dio on their mentor's desk draped in spiderwebs.>

#cw: suggestive #were-woof

[latinthusiast]

throwback to aug 12 2011 when I first saw american rock band my chemical romance perform live

photo cred: me but a child

#my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #mikey way #frank iero #ray toro #my chem #nb the tickets were $75 for the PIT #and we were like woof that's expensive

[theartingace]

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

[uwemagain]

Nuer & Syn | Cutie Pie 2 You EP. 3

#Cutie Pie 2 You #i don't know what it is about them #but the chokehold they have on me #they were so sweet this episode #and their chemistry? #gr bark bark woof #cutie pie the series #cutie pie 2 the series #nuersyn #tutor koraphat #yim pharinyakorn #my gifs #click for better quality on mobile app 😗

[thetimecrystal]

blur - girls and boys live

#blur #damon albarn #gifs #woof these were. smth else ahfkjghkgj #hiii blur fandom i have been lurking in ur tags #hope u enjoy this littol gift

[sharkl-e]

a bit of a sketch dump for the feed :333 there’s more under the cut !!

putting them under the cut bc,,,, a bit of blood warning,,, but it’s sexy don’t worry :3

#mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 fanart #mortal kombat fanart #mk fanart #raiden mk1 #kung lao mk1 #kuai liang mk1 #scorpion mk1 #bihan mk1 #sub zero mk1 #tomas vrbada #smoke mk1 #those doodles of lao and kuai liang tho WOOF #these were all done super late at night also #except for the smiley brothers i did those at a reasonable time HAHA #ugh you gotta love them

[eraserheadadult]

does anyone remember that article from a few years back wherelike a japanese lgbt website ran a poll for the most popular female ghibli character among lesbians & nausicaa came in second after the girl from kikis delivery service who’s rude to kiki and slams the door in her face when she delivers a pie to her house

#woof #the reasonings were all like she knows what she wants love that for her #im googling this and i cannot find it anywhere :(((

[blee-bleep]

nvm sai has a recovery system

#relieved becuz all those other doodles in that file were ones I posted on here #need to b careful woof #diakko

[onlineviolence]

days 3 and 4 of ultratober

#I like the minos one #both were drawn in under 30 minutes #gabriel ultrakill #minos prime #ultrakill #woofs art

[xxalphaclownxx]

the sole reason i dont ship aleduncan as much as id like is bc their dumb ass facial hair limits me

they get stuck together like velcro

#woof gin’s art meow #total drama #duncan td #alejandro burromuerto #aleduncan #tdwt #duncney #technically #anyway #these two having those stupid goatees #is like clipping an angels wings #i thunk if one were to shave #it’d be duncan bc he’s the biggest simp #(and he looks the ugliest)

[pettyprocrastination]

Reluctant Bride

Pairing: Ellaria Sand x Baratheon!Fem! Reader (background Oberyn Martell x baratheon!fem!reader)

warnings: description of war, derogatory description of women, forced marriage, oberyn talks lowly of the reader’s appearance and status because he’s angry he has to marry in the first place, Oberyn is a dick but he gets better, (this makes it sound worse than it is lol. Just lore building with angst and sapphic yearning lmao. 

Summary: Just months after the rebellion has ended, Ellaria Sand meets her lover’s betrothed.

word count: 1k 

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Ellaria was dressed in finer clothes than you on your own wedding day. 

Orange silk embroidered with golden serpents hugged her curves and fine jewels were weaved into her hair that your betrothed seemed content to twirl with his finger as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. 

You didn’t need to be told who she was. The beautiful woman by your husband’s side, you saw it plainly in his eyes. Love and devotion that could never be found in a marriage under the sept’s roof, but rather one made by affection and passion. 

Ellaria Sand was more of Oberyn’s wife than you ever thought you would be. 

But bless the poor woman’s heart, she was frightened. 

She didn’t want to come to his wedding at first. But Oberyn has all but begged her to, laying gentle kisses up her arm until he was mumbling his plea into the crook of her neck. 

“If I will be forced to wed against my will, the least you can allow me is the pleasure of having my true love by side when I am chained to another.” 

He always has a flair for dramatics, her sweet prince. 

But Ellaria felt it, as she entered Storm’s End by his side, the judgemental stares and hushed whispers when his hand did not release hers. She knew exactly what they thought of her without ever heaving to hear their voices grind against her ears. 

“He brought his whore?”

“To his own wedding, the gal!” 

“She’s a bastard too, I heard.” 

“That’s the dornish for you, debauched dogs, every single one of them.” 

But she would not flinch at their words, she knew she was a bastard since birth, Dorne may have welcomed it but the rest of Westeros had no issue reminding her and every other sand in the world of their place. She learned it well and wore it with pride. She was the lover of the Red Viper, a child of house Uller, the gossip of tittering lords and ladies did not frighten her. 

However, the Baratheons did. 

She would be a fool not to, truly. They were the ones that started the war, plunging the realm into a year of bloodshed and horror that their eldest son charged headfirst into without a second thought. 

Strong, dutiful, dangerous. 

As she entered Storm’s End, thunder echoing against its stone walls that made their grand home resemble a shadowed cave rather than a castle, she is reminded of their words. 

Ours is the fury. 

It had been the third child, who greeted them. Dressed in all black and face somber, he looked well past his age, like a soldier returning from war rather than the young man just coming to age as he was.

“It’s a great honor to have you, my prince.”

But Stannis Baratheon had suffered a siege while his brother commanded from the battlefield, he had seen the war just the same. 

His eyes, dark and cutting like a hidden blade, fell onto Ellaria, for a moment she felt as if she had come to an execution, rather than a wedding. Stannis looked at her like an intrusion, before bowing his head. 

“My sister is eager to join our houses with this union. As are you, I am sure.” 

Oberyn’s agreeance was slick with mockery, teeth flashed in a grin that made the young man’s face go sour. 

“There is nothing I look forward to more.” 

He had yet to let go of Ellaria’s hand. 

The pair did not separate until they reached the sept, a grand building covered in tapestries of every dead saint and alive with hymns that speak of love and devotion. 

Two things seldom found between husband and wife. 

Oberyn walked to the altar alone, but his eyes caught hers  in the crowd and he smiled. Even from afar, she knew him well enough to catch the twitch of his thumb at his side. That despite his anger and dismissive arrogance he loves to wrap himself in like a silken robe, he was at a disadvantage. This was not his home and nor were these were not his people.  He was in the house of the family responsible for the death of his sister with no plan for vengeance, but a wedding he was forced into, just like his Elia.

Ellaria’s gaze is pulled from her lover as the grand door creaks open over the singing, where their king enters, face still laden with scars of the rebellion, of his conquest, escorting the bride by hand. 

Robert Baratheon was large in every way possible. His presence commanded respect. Even in his formal wear the bulk of his muscle was seen through as he walked. The hymns dulled to a soft hum at his entrance, head turning as his eyes cut into the crowd before they landed on Ellaria and she froze in her spot. 

For a moment, fear clenched her heart. 

Robert had unleashed a war upon the realm when Rhaegar took his betrothed, he plunged his siblings into starvation and rode against countless noble families that now bend the knee to him. He caved in the chest of the silver-haired dragon prince himself, severing the three headed dragon with his war hammer until there was nothing left of it’s legacy than two eggs, lost to the wind. 

And here she stood at his sister’s wedding, the proud lover of her betrothed. 

There’s a brief moment where she wondered if he was going to say something. Shout an order for her to be escorted out for being so bold to be at the union, but then a hand squeezed his and he pulled away from her gaze to yours. 

“Don’t.” Barely a whisper that only he could hear. No question nor plea, but an order. 

One the Usurper obeys without resistance. 

Ellaria had never seen you in person before. But Oberyn had painted a foul picture of you the moment your betrothal was confirmed to still be held after the rebellion. He spoke of your sneer and the way your lips puckered into a sour pout each time somebody spoke to you, your eyes were flat and empty of any emotion. 

“If it weren’t for her skirt I wouldn’t know which one I was marrying.” Oberyn jested as he lifted a goblet of wine to his lips. “Her or Stannis.” 

Ellaria watched you walk down the aisle to her lover, struck by your beauty. 

A hood sat atop your head that fell to embroidered lace covering your shoulders, her eyes found a stray curl that dangled by your face and wondered what it would feel like under her finger tips. Dark eyes flick over to her own if only for a second and she felt herself stopped once more, not with fear. 

But desire. 

You continued forward and she watched you walk down the aisle to the awaiting prince. 

A strong nose frames the soft line of your features, shoulders drawn back and head held high like a queen to be worshiped or a painting to be admired. 

You were regal. Looking more like a crowned ruler than the king by your side.

Your voice did not waver during your vows, she wondered if you were frightened. Any woman would be. To marry a man who loathed her family for a death you had no part in. 

But you didn’t let it show. Instead the promise to be a loyal wife echoed through the sept before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Oberyn’s, who was just as stiff as you. 

As she watched the first kiss of an unwanted marriage, Ellaria’s chest filled with envy of her beloved prince. 

#ellaria sand x reader #ellaria sand x you #baratheon wife tag #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #teehee #id like to say my fantasy/medival fics have gotten some inspiration from my poetry of desire class last semester <3 thanks professor #those annotations were torture but the poetry slapped frfr #i think i still have my book actually #one of my favorites was the vine #i just. *clenches fist* love lore and WOMEN #im proud of this but also embarassed it took me like. four hours to write 1.2k words jfc man #i like putting oberyns wife in pretty hoods and gowns hehe #also i listented to tamino like the entire time i wrote this i hope it shows #anyways its..three am now. woof

[honorthysalad]

wondering if these numbers refer to either like stages of being mixed-up or maybe weeks? like this is week five of yoshiki being mixed-up and the right is week one before all of this?

#also his eyes are white on the right and shaded on the left #eye thing totally true #if there were stages I'd imagine we'd learn about them from tanaka and his company #like oh yeah you're reading a 5 on the official ghost nastiness-infected scale. woof um... maybe start making amends soon... #hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn #hgsn spoilers #my hgsn shit #not entirely sure how long the stories been taking place over. not very long I'd assume #but I'm also not trying to count how many times yoshiki has gone to bed #it's been more than five times tho I'm sure of that much. #hgsn eyes

[topazpearl]

bro can we go back to the school bus graveyard please 😭

#remember when they were all just in the sbg and were trying to get the jeep and party rock was playing in the bg? good times... 😭 #woof #sbg #school bus graveyard #ramblings

[darudedogestorm]

chart i made about what LPS each undersider would be (criteria being if i was 10 and i was playing worm which LPS would i choose). can and will be changed at any time on account of too many of them

#lps #wormblr #<--i think is the right one <--doesnt remember which tag i used before #explanations: #taylor is a bug however i couldnt find a satisfactory lps bug either because their colors were off or they looked not like her. anteater #looks like her but is not a bug so it's low on the list #rachel: self explanatory. could go with the other bulldog mold but this one was better. otherwise perfect fit #brian: perfect fit i think. color scheme + mold #lisa: color scheme + species fit. that dachshund mold in particular i like for her but need to ruminate on it more. fox is good but not #yellow enough for me #alec: vibes. leaning toward sugar glider i think #aisha: both are perfect fits but leaning toward bat #low pitched finite woofing

[dearestxiao]

Family dinner with Childe is hell because of his younger siblings. What are you going to do? Break his sibling’s hearts by saying all the horrible things their brother actually does to you?? Your beef is with Childe, not his family. These are innocent kids.

And Childe knows that you wouldn’t break their heart, which is why he can get away with a LOT more than he can when you’re alone

You’re stuck even more than you are when you’re alone. And you’re forced to smile and act happy and like you love Childe, because the alternative is even more pain all around for everyone. -Woof Woof

yes yes yes right!!! you dread family dinners with childe. they're the sole and only nights childe is able to completely back you into a corner and get you to play along into the role of a sweet, lovely couple. childe's whole family can just see how happy he is around you, and that extends to his precious younger siblings, who gleam up at you with bright innocent eyes filled with utter admiration. they've adored you since the very day ajax first brought you home. and he adores how they make you pull off such a good performance.

they're just so happy! they're not blind to just how in love their brother is, far from it. this is made especially so with how childe is able to get away with smothering you with as much love (sweet kisses, an arm constantly wrapped around your waist, big bear hugs, all of the things you'd usually pull away from) as humanly possible due to the fact you can't pull away, not infront of everyones watchful eye. it fuels their curiosity and adoration. they can't help but to ask you so, so many questions at the dinner table as everyone watches. they ask you about how you've met and how you two fell in love. they nail down how loving he is towards you and isn't ajax just the greatest? they ask if you plan to get married anytime soon and ask if you're going to be their sibling-in-law. they even exclaim that you two should be married under the tsarista, that way you'd never, ever be split away from one another.

you feel like a bug being inspected under a microscope, especially as childe is watching you carefully with a soft little smile on his face.

and you (forcibly) descend into an award-winning act while you chat with everyone, smiling and speaking in as gleeful of a tone as you could muster up while you try to hold back showing off your sheer discomfort. you answer every question as satisfactory as you can while still trying to perserve your dignity. the soft squeezes your hand recieves from childe as you speak serve as a motivator, a little reminder that he's listening to each and every word coming out of your mouth. you never stray even an inch away from the script because you know better than that.

they bring you gifts some of your visits, usually small crafts they've made specially for you. they make 'wedding rings' and 'bouquets' for you and ajax out of whatever materials they can find. they draw family portraits with you, their future sibling-in-law, included, little stick-men figures depicting you and childe and the rest of the large family holding hands. you thank them (sometimes awkwardly, usually begrungedly) for each and every little thing that they gift you no matter just how uncomfortable it makes you.

and truthfully, it all hits you right in the heart and hard. childe, of course, loves to take advantage of this.

because how could you possibly hurt them? how could you ever even think of removing those precious little smiles off of their faces by telling them the truth? how could you ruin their perception of childe, who they love and adore more than you could ever even begin to imagine? no, your grievance is with the man himself, not them.

you're less unsure of what to do in this situation and instead more aware that there's nothing that can be done. you wish, desperately, that you could tell any of them, even his parents, of the truth, show them who their son really is, but why would they believe you? he treats you so lovingly, he's practically an angel to you.

what's worse is that you know deep down that it wouldn't even matter if they did believe you. I mean, they haven't seen him this happy since before he had disappeared all these years ago. why would they ever want to take that away from him? the bottom line is, they'd give anything to keep him like that.

(also, truth be told, most of them have probably already catched on but simply do not care).

after the nights over, childe loves to give you a sweet peck on the cheek as he exclaims just how good you've done. but, truth be told, he can't help but notice just how bare that ring finger is. maybe his family is right. maybe he should hurry up and 'seal the deal' already. maybe his precious little siblings deserve a 'sibling-in-law' as amazing as you.

#also.... dont even get me started on the rest of his family #and DONT get me started on just how much worse itd be if you were his childhood friend that his family has already known for ages #thank u woof woof for seeing my vision hehehehe #june concepts! #yandere childe #cafe patron woof woof!

[acoraxia]

fuck you

*transfems your macaque*

(for legal reasons this is my personal hc)

#woof loupen #i have been thinking… #and like…. #this bitch he/they sapphic #genderfluid sun themed god x nonbinary moon themed god #and they were sapphics #incredible-