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This needs more love. Honestly.
Thinking about a yandere werewolf, but not just any werewolf… a bounty hunter. And he has it bad for his you. Cowboy Werewolf!
Yandere Shorts: Like I Love You
Yandere werewolf x fem reader
TW: obsession, delusional themes, abo dynamic, horror, gore (mentioned), death of characters, neglectful husband, betrayal, cheating husband, forced relationship, mention of baby trapping, and behavior that should not be romanticized



Rolfe was currently on a hunt… his target is a sickly preacher’s, one that should be easy enough. Her own husband had paid him quite the pretty penny to off her. Poor little lamb didn’t stand a chance in the wilderness of this world. Not when she had enemies close to her side such as an unfaithful husband and a conniving best friend. He almost felt sorry for his prey
He arrived a day later, his clawed fingers dragged through a lock of her hair as he inhaled her scent. She smelled… delicious. And she was so vulnerable too with her nape out that just begged for his teeth to be driven into…
Rolfe shook his head before he went back into a trance when she subconsciously leaned into his touch. His hand moved up and grazed her temple that felt as if it were ablaze. Poor woman had a fever…
“Darling? Did you finally come to me?” Her voice was a bit delirious with sickness as she kissed his hands. Each kiss made him feel as if he was her beloved. It took everything in him not to loudly whine like a dog. “I missed you so much James. I’m sorry I got sick again.”
Rolfe didn’t say a word before he continued to drag his rough palms through her hair. His heart hammered in his chest and his wolf clawed inside his brain to be released. It seemed this woman before him… was his fated mate.”
Rolfe bent down and buried his nose into the crook of her neck to deeply inhaled. Oh yes… this lassy was his for the takin.
Rolfe began to slowly nurse her back to health rather than off her. An action that made his employer question him. Why on earth would a monster nurse such a nuisance back to health? She was always near death’s door. What use was such a delicate woman in the Wild West?
“When are you going to off (your name)? She’s an easy target.”
“I have honor as a bounty hunter. It must be a hunt.” Rolfe snarled at (your name)’s husband, James, the man who dared to keep her sick due to his lack of care. Had that scrawny man have no pride as a man? The pastor made him sick.
“She’s easy to pick off right now. I’d really like this to be over and done with so I can marry Helen. This is why I hired a monster-“ Rolfe picked James up from the ground by his throat as James gasped for air.
“You are a foolish, greedy man. Are you sure you are truly a man of god?” Rolfe growled, showing his fangs. His dark, muscular form largely towered over James’s lithe frame. “You’re a pathetic man.”
Rolfe soon went back to the care of (your name). The werewolf rubbed his cheeks all over her bed and her body to scent her… he needed to get rid of James’s scent. Rolfe wouldn’t let another have her and hurt her again… he’d spirit her away.
Rolfe wondered how many pups she’d want. If they’d be pretty like her but strong like him… if she’d pepper him with nips and kisses everyday. If she’d beg him for his knot on the next full moon as he properly mated her?
“Darling?” (Your name) reached for his face and Rolfe was quick to put his face in them. A needy whine escaped his throat while he nuzzled her. She was his precious mate…
He snarled when he saw Helen enter. The woman scoffed at him in disgust.
“Ugh. James and I are tired of waiting. You have been here over a month! We want you gone beast. We’ll do it ourselves.”
“So you’re cancelling the contract?” He hummed while he continued to tenderly kiss (your name)‘a palms. “Are you sure? Did you read the fine print?”
“Yes. We don’t need your kind here, true love will prevail-“ Helen didn’t even have time to scream before a giant black wolf hybrid had dug it’s fangs into her throat and ripped it apart like wrapping paper. Blood splattered all over the floor and walls as Helen could only helplessly choke on her own blood.
“Yes… true love will prevail.” He muttered with a a satisfied hum. “My mate will be so happy.”
Meanwhile, James fled into the forest for dear life. That beast had gotten Helen! The two of them couldn’t believe the werewolf would turn on him.
James loudly leapt when he heard something large chase him through the underbrush on all fours. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel his sweat pool down his back in puddles. He needed to get to the church! A demon such as the bounty hunter couldn’t possibly enter there-
But James was knocked to the ground as an agonized shriek fell from his lips. The werewolf began to shake and mangle his leg like the bloodthirsty beast it was…
“Let me go! Let me go! I didn’t do anything-“
Rolfe chuckled darkly. The black werewolf dropped his legs and glanced his beastly head at James. “Oh but she never did anything either… all she did was foolishly love you.”
“W-what do you mean? Are you talking about-“ James’s words were muffled by the paw like hand that covered his mouth. Rolfe shushed him.
“Shhh. You may have failed to pay me and cancel my contract but I had gotten something far more valuable from this transaction. Something most werewolves dream to find in their lifetimes… a fated mate!” Rolfe sighed dreamily. “You may have failed as a protector and provider, but I surely won’t! You have given me something more valuable than any coin could offer… yet you were neglectful to her. Such a shame really.”
“I… I’ll do anything! Just take her and let me live.”
“Ah but I can’t do that. Not when she still calls for you at night. No… you have to be eliminated. Destroyed, really. You can no longer exist on the same planet as her! You are in the way of my love!”
Loud screams of terror ringed out throughout the crisp night air and then it was silence.
Rolfe returned hours later scrubbed clean of blood while he crawled into the bed with his darling mate. He sighed in contentment when she cuddled him. Yes… it may take time to train her properly, but he was sure he could do it. He could make her love him. Just like he loved her.
#female reader#yandere fic#yandere imagine#yandere x reader#yandere oc x reader#not my oc#not mine#all credits to owner#read more of their work
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Oblivion/Skyrim are my favorites, tbh. These Morrowind comics make me wanna play Morrowind, though
I saw that you had interests in the Elder Scroll series. Which game is/was your favorite?
Morrowind! Oblivion is a close second there too. I may post about it. But I made a lot of Morrowind comics before I shifted to BG3 These are just some examples:
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This needs to be spread
I am utterly captivated by this video series that Taryn Delanie and friends have been making on TikTok
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Happy 1 Year Anniversary, Durge Companion AU!
Durge Companion Comic - Anniversary

It's been about a year since I made the comics for the Durge Companion Au.
How we feeling? We still reading?
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#durge companion au#durgetav#default durge#durge x tav#default dark urge#tavella#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#happy anniversary#go follow her
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As I predicted, @angiemaniac cooked and we ate until there were no crumbs left! Love Durge x Tav!
The Durge Companion AU - Camp Talk














Thank you for your patience! We’re back from the holidays.
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#durge#default dark urge#tav#durgetav#durge x tav#astarion#lae'zel#shadowheart#wyll#gale#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#durge companion au
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@angiemaniac is cooking again :3

Evil soup
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Matching those expressions perfectly!

I saw a dope Black Myth edit and had to draw the queen 👑
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I mean... Might as well
Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight
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Trying to write a book by yourself is hard...
But I am a stubborn man and I will die for my art.
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When I saw the news reports of 9/11, my entire world got rocked. So many innocent people died and they had no idea. Then, there were brave people in those planes that had the courage to fight back. Pray for these souls...

Remembering September 11th 2001 and the 2,977 innocents whose lives were so cruelly stolen on that day.
Likud Herut UK
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You guys do not get enough appreciation. Thank you so much for your support!

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My OCs: Hunatio (Bounty Hunter), Hunato (Sith Warrior), and Hunatis Carathe (Imperial Agent)
These three are just a fifth of all my OCs, but are my main ones. I am open to answer any questions that you would like to ask of them and I will also try to post some stories that I've written for them.
But, to give some background, here's a synopsis on all three:
All three are brothers, with Hunatio being the oldest and Hunatis being the youngest. Both Hunatio and Hunatis have their father's fur color, whereas Hunato has their mother's.
(Hunatio) He is a bounty hunter, following in his father's footsteps while also trying to make a name for himself. Adept in using twin blaster pistols, he quickly rose to fame after his debut in The Great Hunt. He's also a bit of a musclehead, which is why he's partnered up with Mako all the time. Despite his line of work, he enjoys the company of his crew and values them as family. Just don't hurt them or threaten them, because that's a great way to set him off.
(Hunato) He always had a temper issue as a child. His tempers also awakened and strengthened his Force abilities, which led to a lot of destroyed practice dummies at the family shooting range. He was soon taken from his family by an Imperial officer and his Sith Overseer. He was then rapidly taught the way of the Sith before arriving at the Sith Academy, where he could muster and train his rage into giving him more power and fuel his dream of becoming the next Emperor of the galaxy.
(Hunatis) At birth, Hunatis was considered a cursed child when his mother died after his birth. He rarely played outside, hated getting dirty, and was more interested in his education than being a hunter. Despite his short stature and lithe form, he used his intelligence to keep up with his brothers. When he became of age, he boarded a shuttle to Dromund Kaas and began searching for a job. He learned quickly of the world's views on aliens and how to push his emotions down, as well as using his intelligence to expose and blackmail anyone that wronged him. This caught the attention of an agent that actually liked aliens and encouraged Hunatis to join Imperial Intelligence. How could he refuse?
#swtor#swtor oc#getting back into writing#cathar#bounty hunter#sith warrior#imperial agent#oc: Hunatio Carathe#oc: Hunato Carathe#oc: Hunatis Carathe
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For those that wanna break it down when you're bored and want to learn how to count in Vietnamese at the same time... Enjoy!
can't stop listening to this
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Imma just reblog this. Don't mind me...
rootsmetals
debunking yet another stupid argument 🙃
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I have no words. This speaks truth
AN OPEN LETTER TO CRITICS OF ISRAEL AND THE JEWS by Ashley Church
If you recognise yourself in the heading of this letter, it's time that we had an honest conversation.
You know who you are: students, academics, lawyers, politicians, journalists, 'celebrities' and others who have become increasingly vocal in your strident opposition to Israel since the events of October 7. You differ in your backgrounds but you're united in the anger that you feel - an anger that just seems to build with each passing day.
So, let's start by being honest about the root of that anger.
➡️ It isn't really because you believe that Israel is guilty of 'genocide'. The International Court of Justice rejected that claim - but you're still angry.
➡️ Nor is it because you really believe that the death toll in Gaza is too high. You and I both know that the casualty numbers from the Hamas-controlled Gaza Health Ministry are heavily inflated and that the real fatality rate in Gaza is tiny by comparison to other recent conflicts in the region - but you don't care. You're still angry.
➡️ It isn't because you honestly think that the attack of 7 October was 'resistance'. You've seen some of the footage of rape, infanticide and murder by Hamas and (although you hate to admit it) it offends your conscience and shakes your resolve - but it doesn't diminish your anger at Israel and the Jews.
➡️ It isn't even because you really believe that Hamas are the 'good guys' in this conflict. You know that they're not - but you're still angry at Israel and the Jews.
➡️ And while we're being honest, let's acknowledge that your anger toward Israel and the Jews isn't really about the Palestinians, or territory, or human rights. In fact, it isn't really even about Israel.
Your anger is about the Jews.
And it isn't anger. It's hate.
And therein lies the reality of what's playing out around the world. You - and millions of others - hate Jews, and the events of October 7 were little more than an excuse to publicly display that hatred. Some are doing so for the first time; others are simply dusting off an old demon.
And that's the thing - none of this is new. Jew hatred (let's dispense with polite terms like 'antisemitism') has been with us for at least two thousand years and - like the self-bargaining of a drug addict - it continues to find new ways to justify itself to those who are infected by it.
The question is, are you still self-aware enough to recognise that you're under the influence of something evil? Are you capable of understanding that Jew-hatred is (let's be blunt) demonic and exists in a realm beyond rationality and reason?
Ashley church can be reached at
#i stand with israel#pray for israel#pro israel#israel#follow the blog i reblogged this from#reblog this
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