Tumgik
#Howard... is.. well Howard
angel-inked · 1 year
Text
The Wolf Charmer: Chapter 16:
Don't have a name for this yet, but I'm just hoping I've finally got over this annoying bout of writers block
Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @inkwolvesandcoffee @potter-solomons
After a fleeting explanation to Rose, the brothers were off, running through the woods on all twelve paws. They weren't sure where they were going, but Howard and Jack figured Forrest would know when they got there. Leaves crunched, and twigs snapped under the black wolf's paws and stout legs as he boldly charged forward, in the lead, as always, and gracefully sailed over a dead fall tree that snapped in half and left part of the trunk remaining upright, not pause nor slip up in his stride as he landed. Jack, being thinner and not as burly as his older brothers, threaded his body through the gap between what was left of the top of the tree and its base, that was just barely wide enough for him to fit through with mere inches between his white fur and the wood. Howard, however, was stopped dead in his tracks by not timing his jump right and running his chest straight into the log, causing him to stumble back and cough as an aftershock or maybe a vague attempt to restart his jarred innards and reclaim his breath, He sat down for a moment, shaking his head to clear his senses before opting to tread around the tree and catch up with his younger and admittedly more agile brothers.
3 notes · View notes
melodyoffire · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
5K notes · View notes
chocmoon-latte · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Gotta love those silly, dead wives.
3K notes · View notes
molinaesque · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
By killing her mum in a mercy kill, she's doing exactly what the Ghoul did to Roger. She's learnt from him. She has turned into him. When she said, "I'll never be you," maybe that's not true. And in that moment, when she shoots her mum, it means so many things. It means 'I'm coming with you.' It means. 'I f*cking hate you, but I have turned into you, you were right.' It means she's letting go of her golden centre. I want the audience at the end of the show to wonder if their hero is still a good person. I don't know who she's gonna be in season two, but this is what happens when you break the unbreakable. I don't know who she's about to become. [...] I'd be down to play it either way. - Ella Purnell (x)
2K notes · View notes
loneleeghost · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
“true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me”
1K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I'm guessing names and waiting for a reaction.
— ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING | 4x03
429 notes · View notes
ace-not-blind · 3 months
Text
Does anybody else go crazy about the head tilts Walton does as the Ghoul (and even other characters)?
Tumblr media
785 notes · View notes
graydient · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
I have a personal vendetta against every fic where Cooper teaches Lucy to shoot
771 notes · View notes
starliteonearth · 5 months
Text
Rewatching the show and Ghoulcy's first meeting is genuinely so funny because my good sis was basically just yapping and Cooper just let her 😭 She's so lucky she had those big bambi eyes to distract him with because otherwise he would've shot her pretty little ass on sight lol.
817 notes · View notes
jackfuckingtwist · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
— What's gotten into you? — A gin martini.
447 notes · View notes
reveluving · 5 months
Text
angel in hell ; the ghoul x reader
Tumblr media
summary: hell on earth is more tolerable with his light by his side.
warnings: allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), very brief mentions of attempted su~icide, reader as an 'entertainer' is used loosely (for your creativity!), cocky (softer) hard-ass x beautiful badass darling trope mmm, reader was born before the war, age gap but not really (think him in his 40s & you in your 20s/30s but in 200-ish years old), strong language, bits of angst and more fluff overall!
a/n: just a little tester because I could not help it HAHAHA had this in my mind for a few days, and now that I've started the show, I have an excuse to post it 💅🏼 please enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
» curious about my writing? come & check out my main m.list!
Tumblr media
'You wondered how your dead father would react to your relationship with a deadly and smitten cowpoke.' ;
You were an entertainer before it all. The best of the best. A real knockout of the century and the kindest of them all.
If only you knew it had its downsides.
Your admirer (read: obsessor) being none other than the Overseer of 33 himself, forcing you into the vault lifestyle with him to be his beloved.
But your mental strength, your humanity, your free will was unbudgeable.
Not even the experiments could budge you.
Not until that one fucking serum.
You tried everything. Before and after your escape.
But the afterlife, or whatever the hell that existed outside of this godforsaken world, just wouldn't take you.
Your mama always said that by living a good, long life, the universe gets to show you what they had to offer.
Thank the heavens she didn't live long enough to take her words back, if she knew the hell her only daughter was put into.
And though the Vault taught you how to survive better than the poor souls on the surface, sometimes you wished you didn't remember how to. Yearning for the ignorance and the near-zombified state they were in over the pristine lifestyle that would jump out of you every once in a while.
At least whatever the underground snakes injected you with kept your youth intact.
Though, you weren't the only one reminiscing your old days, remembering the smiles that immediately bloomed from your presence.
Howard, The Ghoul remembers you.
Nobody at his great age could ever forget a sweet face like yours. Standing out from all the yuppies, despite being well-off yourself at the time, much like you were now. You knew your rights from your wrongs, and they were never for show. Regardless of the bags under your eyes on sleepless nights, or the scars that would decorate your skin after a rough-up, just until your curse magically wooshes it away.
Despite your scoffs, your wave-offs over your old life, that the present had no need for an entertainer, he would say otherwise.
All. The. Time.
Always countering your modesty with the highest praises, albeit sometimes lewdly.
But… not always.
He knew that you knew you were one of a kind if he was able to tell you his life before the bombs dropped. That he was able to tell you stories of his late family. That he was able to tell you that you were 'somethin' special t'him'.
You wondered how your dead father would react to your relationship with a deadly and smitten cowpoke.
But you were on your own now.
Always been for over two hundred fucking years.
At least, that was the way it was before.
Not anymore. Not with the foul-mouthed gunslinger and his pooch, who, to the chagrin of your man, adored you more than him.
Which, really, how couldn't you talk Howard's ear off for harming the sweetheart at first?
Disbelief was something he had lived with from the day he stumbled upon you in the badlands one fine night. The pretty little lady who didn't look like she could hurt a fly back then now aimed her trusty rifle at him with an unlit ciggy in between your lips. Not a tremor in sight as you looked through your scope.
He was half-tempted to be shot.
And well, you did, taking the shot. It did as good as a chocolate teapot, and as you quickly tried to reload, he took a good look at you.
You were a sight for sore eyes before, but today, gorgeous wasn't even cutting it, and if he wasn't daydreaming about your messy hair and sorry clothing article for a sleepwear, then he definitely was about that one night—your first night.
How you teasingly pulled the wide collar of your top down, revealing more and more of your velvety skin. How gentle your kisses were, brushing your lips along his neck like he'd finally break after a lifespan of wandering. How you looked up at him, lips parted and eyes dazed with lust and dare he say, affection.
He knew he was a goner.
But like all the time, he wanted to be greedy.
And for once in his life, after an eternity, the future was finally shedding him some light of hope.
˚ · . f i n . · ˚
Tumblr media
a/n: if something ain't right, no it isn't ❤️ don't worry about it, still hope you enjoy! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡
394 notes · View notes
chocmoon-latte · 5 months
Text
It'd be really fucking funny if Cooper's villain origin story had nothing to do with his missing wife and child, just the fact that his dog wasn't allowed into the vault.
1K notes · View notes
siiildie · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
started zzz 😎 i fuck heavy w overworked policewoman x (monsterfucker) caring woman
231 notes · View notes
ghoulphile · 4 months
Text
391 notes · View notes
ghouly-boiiiii · 3 months
Text
You know what I feel so silly because I keep saying the only way Barb and Janey could still be alive is if they were either cryogenically frozen or became ghouls as well, but there's also a third option that I would actually love to see.
That Barb turned herself into a synth in order to continue her work for Vault-Tec and ensure they "outlast" the competition.
If this were the case, I think she would absolutely make the decision to freeze Janey in cryo with the intention of only waking her up when they finally succeeded in their plan of wiping out life on the surface and creating their "perfect world".
However, what I would REALLY love to see is Barb questioning the decisions she made all those years ago. Having seen the devastation that it caused, realizing how absurd Vault-Tec's plan is and that it's never going to happen, and struggling with whether she really made the right choice or not.
Especially after seeing Cooper and what he's become. A man she loved and possibly still has feelings for. And ESPECIALLY for the fact that she hasn't been able to see her daughter in 200 years other than frozen in a cryo tube.
With that in mind I would absolutely LOVE TO SEE Barb redeem herself by making the choice to help Cooper take down Vault-Tec once and for all and probably sacrificing herself in the process.
But before she dies, she tells Cooper where Janey is and tells him to get her out, protect her and let her live her life, and express regret for what she helped cause and the fact that she won't be able to watch her daughter grow up because of it.
So Cooper gets Janey out, and while she's afraid at first, she recognizes by his eyes, voice and hands that its her daddy and gives him a big hug, because one of the last things she remembers is being pulled out of his arms and brought into a vault where he was not allowed to go.
Then Cooper buys that ranch up in Bakersfield and he and Janey and Lucy live happily ever after THE END.
170 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
[Note: This poll is a re-do of an older poll, as the original poll received less than 2,000 votes.]
123 notes · View notes