Not A Hell Hound

she’s not the girl who runs with wolves, the wolves run with her. her daggers are sharper than anyone’s teeth. OOC: Independent mythology OC based on the legend of Old Shaggy/Old Shuck. GMT timezone, mun and muse 18+.

[notahellhound]

"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?"

"—Hot as fuck."

"Do you want a blowjob or a drink - just ask, you filthy bastard."

[addictuscordibus-archive-blog]

you know what sad to say but there are some really shitty people rping on here. i don’t name names because i’m not a shit stirrer. but someone has royally pissed me off by hurting a friend of mine, and it’s the straw that broke the camel’s back really. so, so, so, so done with the way some people behave on here. sometimes i think i’m too picky, and as elitist as some of these fuckholes, but then they pull shit like this and i just.

you hurt my friend. no one hurts my friends.

[roleplayerscoffeeshop]

 I LOVE when three or more indies coordinate on a particular verse all their characters occupy, whether it’s the muns’ mainverse or not. It makes it so much fun to follow a storyline that affects multiple characters.

[irockerblog-blog]

[aseaofquotes]

Pablo Neruda, “Rain (Rapa Nui)”

[c-isnenegro]

[punkprophets-archive]

first encounters \\ [closed]

[punkprophets-archive]

He almost died. That was an exaggeration but one bump from the wolf and John almost tripped himself into the ground instead of just onto it. There’s a yelp and supplies fly around and then there’s John lying face down on the grass. He just stays for a few minutes. He’s laughing but to anyone else it may seem like he’s crying until he stands back up. 

There’s mud all over his face and clothes and so he starts cleaning himself off only to get his hands even dirtier. There’s no resentment towards the wolf, she probably just wanted to play, and to make sure it understands that he goes to pet behind her ear. That might’ve been a bad decision because mud gets all over it’s coat and John pouts at the realization. 

[notahellhound]

She was concerned by the sounds he made but when she saw he was laughing all was well. If Carey was in human form she would have fallen over laughing. As it was, she barked a little and made small leaps to the side, lower body to the ground in the universal canine position for play. He was a mess, spotted with flecks of black and brown as mud claimed him. She leans into the ear scratch until she feels the mud on her fur. She's going to need to bathe, or else that will clump up and become painful. But she doesn't mind. 

She bumps her head against him, making them both muddier and jerks her head in the direction they were walking. Lead on.

[royalfuckingrocker]

[archieandrewx]

[punkprophets-archive]

first encounters \\ [closed]

[punkprophets-archive]

The creature was very amiable, much to John’s surprise. He looked at it for a few moments, noticing that it had a particular interest in his sketch. John found that both interesting and unnerving but since it didn’t seem to want to harm him, he continued sketching for a few more moments.

A few moments later, however, his stomach started to grumble. Pouting at the wolf he started putting his stuff away and finally stood up. He waved a slight goodbye, gave it a scratch behind the ear and smiled at it before starting to walk away.The last thing he expected was that it would start following him. 

[notahellhound]

Carey made another displeased huff at the disturbance but moved so he could go. Humans were fragile after all, and they needed regular feeding. They couldn't last for two weeks on a deer as she could. However, she wasn't going to be got rid of just yet. He was silent as a ghost, as quiet as her, and he had sparked her interest. So when he began to walk away, she stood and stretched out. At her standing height she came to his waist, paw to shoulder.

And she easily caught up with him. As they walked, she bumped his leg with her's, playfully trying to trip him up. Plus, she was getting a little thirsty and was hoping he'd give her a bowl of water or something. She might not have needed to eat as much but she certainly still needed hydration. 

[theoinos-deactivated20160523]

"Simeo."

"…."

                      “I don’t feel so good.”

[notahellhound]

"Told you so. Loo's that way."

[trait-deactivated20221010]

[stupidmeanie]

[notahellhound]

# john looking at carey sleep and leaning over to touch her# not knowing if she's real or not# praying to all the gods that exist that she isnt some visions; some demon his brain is using to fuck him up# please be real please be real

[conquerorwurm]

Tiny humans teasing and roughhousing with big scary monsters because they trust them enough to know they wouldn’t ever hurt them

Big scary monsters just letting it happen until they start carefully teasing and roughhousing back

[nmzuka]

#tiny humans feigning injury #big scary monsters freaking out #tiny humans laughing #big scary monsters sulking in the corner

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[penniesonyoureyelids]

[thefilthyblood]

[notahellhound]

# ( dear carey. )# he wouldnt say it but he would definitely think it# he'd want to say it and would probably try practicing speaking in the mirror for weeks and when he'd finally go to do it he'd be too drunk to remember how to speak