Kitsune Ookami-Ryu Oni

yo! I'm Kitsune, also go by wolfdemonofhell for my Xbox. I love Wolves Dragon Foxes and furries. only hobby ive got right now is researching for my fanfics, lookin at furry yaoi, and watchin anime. follow me on Deviantart.com and Fanfiction.net under blue-gender-yuji. I've got a Facebook but I'm not gonna give it out I might post my fanfics on here once I finish getting them edited if I ever finish them at all.

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  • thephandemonium:
“ourprincesswift:
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    thephandemonium:

    ourprincesswift:

    redandbrunette:

    crotchkat-vantass:

    juststrokemyglabella:

    2spookysamy:

    highonvodka:

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    ryedragon:

    inritum:

    reblog and make a wish!


    this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

    OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

    THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

    The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

    AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

    THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

    YOOOOOOO

    I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

    LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

    IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

    holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

    I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

    SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

    WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

    ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

    THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

    GUYS.

    HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

    20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

    GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

    I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

    OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

    i want you to stay for one day and one nigh with me and give me sp much love i dont have to cry of lonliness tonight, every night

    no bUT THE LAST TIME I DID THIS SHIT I WISHED MEETING MY IDOL AND IT WAS RIGHT BEFORE I FCKING GOT THE FCKING EMAIL SAYING I WAS GOING TO MEET TAYLOR OH MY GOD

    I wish that I fix my best friend and I’s relationship

    I need a man, with a thick dick a good job, and totally doesn’t care that I’m overweight

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • Tumblr Code.

    clean-furries:

    gossipseer:

    geekishchic:

    If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”

    that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

    I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

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    must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

    Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

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    always reblog tumblr identification

    This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.

    water-dreamer

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • tmirai:

    prettylittleparadox:

    nalstrodamus:

    nadiyahtrick:

    tempestascreatrix:

    briansandstorm:

    priiincessaurum:

    dopenmind:

    Reblogging this once more because my mom and I legitimately laughed to tears.

    LMAOOOOOOOO

    HOLY FUCKIN SHIT THIS IS GOLD!!!

    I forgot about this lol

    This shit

    It’s back on my dash 😂😭

    Happy Black History Month you Jive Ass Mother Fuckers

    I will reblog this every Black History Month because it’s fuckin’ hilarious.

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • shadeykris:

    a fun little mug design commission for @canineaddict , of Salla the keeshond.

    seems like a trouble pupper, much like ours!

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • wolfdemonofhell:
“kryallaorchid:
“ineffectualdemon:
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    I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

    ….

    Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

    Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.


    Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.


    As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
    “Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”


    Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.


    “Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
    Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
    Hilda looked at him expectantly.
    “Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

    At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

    Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

    Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

    Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

    The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
    Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

    She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

    But her bed was empty.

    Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

    ….

    DICK

    ANEURYSM

    GALLOPING ABS

    Who told this lady she could write?

    Why did she ever stop?

    IT GETS WORSE THE FURTHER IN THE PASSAGE YOU GO OMG

    I will read this in Kermit the Frog’s voice

    “Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it” someone put that on a shirt for me

    mii-makes-art

    “entered her like she was a lottery”

    I. Am. Dying.

    I read this whole thing and now you have to read it also.

    Oh my god this almost killed me

    Writing at its finest..

    @readbythestarlight

    @halfblood-fiend Did I seriously just read ‘dick Parkinson’s’

    GALLOPING ABS IS FOREVER MY FAVORITE THING.

    This post fulfills me with fulfillment.

    My wet eyes are wet from wet tears! This was painfully hilarious.

    spongy love mountains.

    @arctic-hands @thefingerfuckingfemalefury @secchiona @smolmoonlesbian

    galloping abs what the fuck

    someone please draw disembodied abs running with horse legs

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    @cryoverkiltmilk <3

    IT’S BACK OH MY GOD

    No eve that’s the front of a torso not the back

    Are you ABS-olutely certainabout that

    Be careful not to have a dick anuerysm when seeing this people! O.O

    OHMYFUCKINGGOD

    @kat8noghosts this should be your next Bad Erotica Liveblog :D

    That looks like an actual book-book and I don’t have the attention span for full on books of bad erotica.

    IT’S BACK

    hot pearlescent sperms

    who the fuck published this

    I want to kill myself now tbh

    So there is someone who writes worse than Katarzyna Michalak!

    No longer self conscious about my writing. Lmfao

    Y’all, we need to write romance novels. Because if this is the bar… we are so high above it it’s not even funny.

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    Originally posted by coquillages-crustaces-et-moi

    I’m dying though seriously WTF??? I no longer feel ANY doubt over my own writing if this shit is PUBLISHED!

    WAIT.

    ONE MORE THING.

    SHE WAS AN EDITOR. OF MULTIPLE PUBLICATIONS.

    AN EDITOR WHO LEGIT WROTE THE PHRASE “DICK ATTACK” IN A REAL BOOK.

    Somebody murder me.

    Oww. Shit. I just want it to go on the record that this sex scene is so bad that it has caused at least one (y'know, in case someone else did it before me) asthma attack. Because that is exactly what just happened. Oww. Fuck. I can’t even stop cough-laughing about it?! Damnit! I’m legitimately going to have to go meditate because of how bad this writing is. Dear bleepness. That is probably the most impressive level of awfulness than any writer can aspire to: an actual health hazard.

    …galloping abs.

    Oh my gosh. I can’t. Right. I need to leave now.

    …I will never be self conscious of the smut I’ve written again

    Just a reminder that this exists. It’s wonderful and terrible at the same time

    *dying*

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • jess-ray-and-vav:

    bloomblitz:

    zetarays:

    anorie:

    I went to public school.

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    i lost it after attempt 510.

    SWISS FUCKING CHEESE.

    This needs to be on my blog again.

    never not funny

    This is what got me into Rooster Teeth.

    Bless you, Michael Jones.

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • jumpingjacktrash:
“phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:
“ phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:
“ fitmaree:
“Can’t risk it
”
This is the Cassowary of Creativity  It just kicked the everloving shit out of the duck for threatening you, and wishes you a good, creative...

    jumpingjacktrash:

    phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

    phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

    fitmaree:

    Can’t risk it

    This is the Cassowary of Creativity

    image

    It just kicked the everloving shit out of the duck for threatening you, and wishes you a good, creative day.
    You are Safe Now.

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    this is the idea chicken

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    she lays an idea egg every day whether you use it or not

    idea eggs will be plentiful for you because the world is a vast and fascinating source of ideas and you don’t need luck or blog voodoo to have them for breakfast every morning

    I need this, I’m in the middle of working on 3 fanfics at once cause I’m insane and stupid

    (via wolfdemonofhell)

    • 4 months ago
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  • I’m back bitches!

    • 4 months ago
  • gallusrostromegalus:

    So the tire-eating potholes in my neighborhood finally killed both my rear tires and I had to get that dealt with, but while they were getting replaced, I put the dogs in puppy daycare and upon picking them up early, the attendant literally sprinted to the front desk, grabbed me by the shoulders and breathlessly exclaimed “YOUNEEDTOCOMESEEWHATYOURDOGSAREDOING”

    While she escorted me back to the play yards, she explained that every time they have more than three Corgi, they have to put all the Corgs in a separate play yard because they turn into a little gang and bully the Very Large dogs by playing Cow Herding Simulator 5000 with them, and especially if Herschel is there, because corgis are bossy-pants dogs, and Herschel has the bossiest pants of them all and acts as leader.

    Despite being a little Don Corgleone to the short bitch mafia, Hershcel is also a Huge Baby and will apparently cry and cry and try to climb the fence and cry and eat people’s shoelaces and cry if he is separated from Charlie during playtime, so this means any time that “Corgi Party” is happening, Charlie also has to go to Corgi party, despite being full-height, running cat software and a senior citizen. he copes with being Gulliver amongst the Liliputians by climbing onto the roof of the playskool castle they have for a climbing structure in the yard, kicking the ladder down behind him, and stretching out to nap in the sun while the corgi frolic and gambol around him.

    Corgi are dogs that make up and play games with secret rules, like kindergartners. “Everyone bark in sync” is a popular game, as is “follow the leader” and it’s companion game “March in a circle around a tall structure like ants caught in a death loop”.

    So what I was greeted with, when the attendant and I snuck out to the play yard, was the sight of Charlie, sound asleep and flat on his back with his paws crossed over his chest because sighthounds sleep in the stupidest fucking positions, on top of a faux-medieval castle with gargoyles on the corners, surrounded by approximately seven Corgi, all trotting in a circle around him, barking in sync.

    “They look like they’re preforming some kind of ritual!” giggled the attendant as attempted to get my phone to focus.

    “Yeah, they’re gonna summon Corgtulhu.” I said.

    Unfortunately, this made the attendant literally fall on her ass laughing, and distracted Herschel and his compatriots, so they didn’t get to complete the summons, and I didn’t get the pic.

    The attendant kept laughing because apparently she’s new to puns, and had mostly gotten it under control by the time we got everyone’s leashes on and back out to the front.

    The manager was watching the front desk, bemused. Did you get to see them doing the ritual?“

    "YEAH!” shrieks the attendant, still excitable with merriment. “THEY’RE- THEY WERE-” The attendant ends up giggling on the floor.

    “You okay there Katie?” asked the manager with minimal concern.

    “We think they were trying to summon Corgthulhu.” I eplain, and Katie screams from the floor. “Wasn’t gonna work though, you need a virgin sacrifice and Charlie had an STD when we got him.”

    It was the manager’s turn to shriek. and for Charlie and Herschel to start barking in solidarity.

    “That’s right Charlie! Your sluttiness saved the world!” I told him, as he jumped up and kicked me in the face.

    Anyway, that’s why Charlie’s nickname at daycare is now “Superman(whore)”

    —

    If you found this story amusing, please consider donating to my Ko-fi or pre-ordering the Family Lore book on my Patreon so I can buy the good dogs more treats.

    (via michaelshadow7779)

    • 4 months ago
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  • koukoupepia:

    murder death kill!!!

    • 1 year ago
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