#phxntomwulf

[pxlerider]

✎ if you want.

//I hope I did this awesome dude justice! This was a lot of fun to do

#phxntomwulf #[ mun’s art ] #//I didn’t really know what to do for a full body piece so I did this instead #I hope you like it!

[mcmcntomorii-later]

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@phxntomwulf

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#phxntomwulf #⌈ ✨ ⌉ OOC. || ✧ –––– KOOBIE OR NOT KOOBIE. #【ありがとうございました】 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! — ( asks )

[morethanaprincess-a]

@phxntomwulf​ said:  " get down! "

send “ GET DOWN! ” for the receiver to be tackled to the ground and shielded from an attack ( i.e. gunfire, explosions, etc. ) by the sender. (No Longer Accepting)

It was baffling: Sonia, Princess of Novoselic, had spent most of her young life until now desperate to surround herself with people. To break free of the Castle’s walls whenever and however she could: when she was little, that meant crawling into the back of an errant carriage. As she grew older, it often involved disguising herself in attire never meant for her or facilitating a suitable enough distraction to slip into town (or try to, at least) for a glimpse of what her peoples’ lives, a normal life, consisted of.

Tried, and ultimately foiled, by her guard-turned-runaway prince-turned-fiancé, a transformation she had yet to be accustomed to, much less the rest of the country when it had been announced several days prior. Now, she found herself much preferring to remain inside the Castle’s fortifications, alone and away from the multitude of questions from court and citizens alike: Did you always know you were engaged? Was it like the love stories found in books and on the stage? What are your plans? Who will you invite to be your bridesmaids? Will you be prioritizing having children? When did you fall in love?

It was far too many questions, too many that Sonia couldn’t formulate answers to. For all of her instruction in diplomacy, in mediating and managing the unexpected, she found herself tongue-tied around well-meaning well-wishers, seeking out solitude whenever she could. As much as she could: privacy had never been a privilege in her life, and it was made considerably less-so with Wulf as her personal guard: the rest of the security forces had shown skepticism at first when he’d been hired on (or now more accurately, sheltered), but he was far sharper, quicker, and alert with one good eye than the rest of their pairs. It took only a few near-miss situations to leave him, and them, alone.

And now, thankfully, he seemed to give her some space as well. She’d insisted she wanted to read, but her book lay forgotten on the blanket next to her leather slippers and bread, cheese, and ripe apple she’d requested from the kitchens as a proper lunch outdoors. But even a quiet picnic, Wulf situated a good distance away, beneath the warm sun did little to calm her nerves. She’d have to answer the questions one day.

Did she love him?

Sonia supposed if the situation came to it, that she was held with a knife against her neck or an arrow pointed at her heart, she could say as such. She was certainly fond of him: over the years, they’d become close. They’d become friends. But meaning it...well, how did one ever know, really. The only examples she’d ever been given were grand gestures and passionate emotions proclaimed over and over by heroes and heroines in the midst of romance. And none of those were ever arranged: it happened naturally, easily, as predictably as the sun above setting each and every day to make way for the moon before brightening up the Earth again soon enough.

What was unpredictable, as Sonia sighed and prodded the blanket below her with her stocking-covered toes, was in the matter of seconds, Wulf had launched himself at her, pushing her down back into fabric while her world went dark: still awake, but his sheer size blocked out the sun above causing her to squint, adjusting to both the impact of her head hitting the ground and the change in light. 

“Oh! Wulf, what have you done? Surely this is the sort of thing that compromises virtue-” 

Her words had spilled from her lips before she could properly focus (they’d only just had their engagement announced, after all!), or feel anything but the weight of him pressed against her. Thus, Sonia had caught its scent first: beyond the usual smell of soap and leather from him, her nose picked up an unmistakably metallic sort of scent: blood.

“You’re bleeding!” Sonia gasped, stating the obvious from the crimson color pooling in his shoulder, soaking his shirt through. A quick glance above it suddenly clarified the situation: the feathered end of an arrow protruded from his back. Which surely meant the pointed end had hit a target, though not its intended one. “You’ve got an arrow embedded in your shoulder! Quick, we’ve got to get you off of me and indoors. You need a healer!”

#more-than-a-princess answered #phxntomwulf #Non-Despair AU: Historical verse tba #(Get Down meme) #(Sorry for the wait on this! I hope it's ok) #(I wanted to tie it a bit more to the overarching plot)

[insxparablxduo]

The man looks at both of them with his single gray eye, then sighs. Both hands go extended, grabbing the smaller frames by the collars. He turns around and walks towards somewhere, basically dragging them along with himself. He doesn't seem overly forceful as he does it, mostly just making sure they are following him at this particular moment. Soon his desire for them to go somewhere is explained as the trio comes upon a scene of a rather well-cooked meal awaiting consumption from the twins. "You should eat more. Dangerous world, fewer chances to do so." Wulf added a moment later, looking back at the duo.

The two jump and try to get out of his grasp. It’s an instinct at this point considering the messes they get into. When they realize his grip isn’t overall forceful they stop. It can’t be that bad if his grip is this ‘loose’ right? The two blink once they come across the sight. It wasn’t like they’ve never had someone do something nice for them before but, it’s still surprising every time it happens. 

“Um, thank you?” Andrew almost asks rather than says.

“Is this really for us?” Darla asks, still in a bit of disbelief. 

@phxntomwulf

#sorry i took so long! #but this is p cute ty sm!!!! #Twins Answer #phxntomwulf #Answered

[sxs-a]

@phxntomwulf​ || 🌸

The crow has been screeching about another mission within the city. With Rengoku recovering from Akaza’s attack, the Demon Slayer Corp needed all the help they can receive. Nezuko feels stretched then from all the work she has been doing. At least Tanjiro is safe so she does not have to worry about any creatures attacking him. 

#mugen train spoilers // #kny spoilers // #phxntomwulf #🌸 || INTO THE WATER BREATH || {ic} #🌸 || I VOW TO SERVE AND PROTECT IN THE NAME OF THE DSC || [v: main] #{closed}

[blotlcss-a]

@royalsun replied:  Charles will admire!

@phxntomwulf​ replied:  Admires tbh.

as you all should!!

#royalsun #phxntomwulf #|| dash commentary || #[finally SOMEONE WHO APPRECIATES THEM]

[xamassed]

"Hm...Truce." Sliding back a few feet with his blade raised as means of protection, the pirate hunter squinted his only remaining eye, before turning his head towards where he had just seen something that bothered him enough to stop the fight for the Strawhats bounty. They have been going at it for a good portion of an hour, unable to lower each other's defenses more than a few scratches, guts, and light burns. And then, suddenly, Wulf says that. A light frown appeared on Wulf's face as he shifted slightly, visibly turning his attention to somewhere away. He had some time to explain, so he hopes the pirate doesn't attack him in the time it takes him to realize and process the threat approaching them both.

"Marines. A lot of them. I am not their favorite either." The man quickly adds, his other hand already unsheathing yet another sword from his collection. Two swords were handier when dealing with several opponents like that. He just hoped the Black Leg considers his truce an idea worthy of attention.

｢ @phxntomwulf  ｣

Sudden and seemingly unprompted truces were often too good to be true, except that Sanji had to admit to himself that this man, despite his choice to attack, had given the cook an honorable impression. So when he called for peace, Sanji stilled his kicks but didn’t put away the deep scowl sitting on his lips.

He wouldn’t attack unless provoked, though the flames licking along his leg continued to flicker and cast wild shadows along the ground — until he heard the hunter utter that one word.

“Marines?” His head lifted, his shoulders relaxed and his eyes darted. He should have expected that military dogs would manage to sniff them out. The scent of flaring testosterone and blood must have lured them, he assumed. Dirty scavengers.

The ring of drawn steel caught Sanji’s attention. He arched a brow, then snorted around the crumpled cigarette between his teeth. Only two swords? He knew someone that could use three.  .  .

His head was given a hard shake. Now wasn’t the time to be petty and judgmental. The enemy of his enemy was currently his friend, and he didn’t want to toss aside that opportunity now that it had been handed to him. He was considered a monster to some, but he knew when to show respect and accept help.

“If you use this to your advantage, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

#phxntomwulf #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #( truce has been made ) #( for noooow ) #( thank you for sending! c: )

[fairymiint]

The man sat down at the edge of the wooden structure, letting out a small yawn as his only eye watched the waters below it. It was a very slow and uneventful day, something perfect to use for fishing activities, which he did! "Hm...well, doesn't sound like we'll be getting any catch any time soon." he finally shared, listening to the waters below. Surprisingly empty today...the sea.

💙~ “Ya think so...?” The yawn was contagious, but Felix was already falling asleep; the mix of much needed downtime and boredom had the ocelot nodding off. “Should we do something else...?” That’s all he offers, mind a little fogged over.

#tfw ur in the perfect sleepy mood for this ask--- #thank u!! #💙 Felix Pardus #phxntomwulf

[malibvnghts]

"Hm...try this." The man looks over the several blades in his hands, before extending one towards the other mercenary. The last blade of hers broke during their sparring, so it was his own duty to replace it (even if, objectively, the blade was just very old and happen to snap at the exact time of their small duel). The only eye studied the remaining swords without much interest. This one he just gave away was, without a doubt, the best one of the bunch.

            taking the blade he offers  ,  byleth tests the weight of it in her hand  .  not bad  .  it’s weighted nicely  ,  but she’ll only be able to tell if she tries it out a little later  .  “  it’s got a nice weight  ,  well-balanced  ,  ”  she says  ,  taking a look down the blade  .  it’s good craftsmanship  .             “  you sure  ??  ”  she asks  ,  looking up at wulf  ,  “  the other ones aren’t the best . . .  ”  she notes  ,  her father had taught her a few things about weapons selecting  (  her former troupe of mercenaries doubled as weapons sellers so she knew a thing or two  )  .             it wouldn’t be fair to go back into their sparring match with one new blade and one old one  ,  when it’s obvious that the older blade would break  .  taking a look around  ,  she reaches out to tug on wulf’s shirt to get his attention  ,  pointing to another spot  ,  “  over there  ,  ”  she says  ,  nodding towards the various blade leaning against the wall  .  she doesn’t wait for the man to join her  ,  already sauntering over to the other selections to see if she could find one that’d be suitable for the taller  .

#( byleth | answered ) #phxntomwulf #thanks for sending!

[bediiism]

"Here, it should work now." Returns the piece of tech after fiddling with it for the past half an hour. Wulf always had an uncanny ability to restore things to its working conditions regardless of how damaged they may seem.

                  “Thanks a bunch!” Nathaniel was so glad to have his PS Vita working again. Believe it or not he was a nerd for dating sims and visual novels. The adult kinds, of course.

                  “I need to repay you somehow. If you’d like, I can do whatever you want, like suck your dick or something.”

#phxntomwulf #nathaniel stop pls #{ ιnqυιrιng clιenтѕ (anѕwered aѕĸѕ) }

[pxlerider]

"Lady" A light bow is given to the other, hand clasping onto her extended hand, giving the back of it a light kiss. Wulf isn't afraid of the pale one. All will meet her soon enough. Might as well show her some courtesy while she is here even if not for him.

     Death was not taken aback or shocked by the respectful gestures, slender digits curling around his hand and giving a gentle squeeze in response. Many had given her the same, a kiss to the back of her hand, acting as though she was a high form of royalty. Some could argue that she was, as countless others call her the Queen of the Dead.

     “Hello, Wulf. What brings you here to see me?”

     She spoke in a respectful tone, voice still soft and gentle as always. A smile tugging at the corners of her thin, pale lips as she looked to the man with softly glowing, hidden eyes.

#phxntomwulf #she always returns respect when it is given to her

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@phxntomwulf​​​ said:

Tosses a can of soda her direction, before leaning back, looking at the screen of the game. "I have no depth perception and yet I still win against you in this. Are you Sure you played this before?" Glances towards the woman sitting beside him.

      Mukuro catches the soda easily, despite being thankful for the soda, it didn’t ease the pout on her face。 Waiting a moment for the carbonation to settle down before she’d open the can, 「wh--whatever！ I was just being easy on ya, is all。」 As she got more annoyed, hints of a gyaru type of speech coming through, a type of mannerism she hadn’t spoken in since she was a teen but tended to come back out when she was getting thoroughly annoyed。 「I’m totally sure I’ve played this before！ I won’t pull my punches anymore！」

#phxntomwulf #【ありがとうございました】 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! — ( asks ) #【少し怖いけど】 — ( verse : main )

[morethanaprincess-a]

@phxntomwulf​ said:  Gives her a smooch on the cheek because his queen deserves that.

Oh, she definitely deserves it. She even likes it, even if she’s spent a considerable amount of time trying to untangle the various reasons why she shouldn’t, why he couldn’t possibly see her as anything more than a combination of his work and something resembling a little sister, and plenty of other mental acrobatics. Being told what to do, particularly in her personal life, has never suited Princess Sonia of Novoselic. Until now.

But that doesn’t mean Sonia isn’t surprised when Wulf does it. There are certain situations she, as a princess, is supposed to be seen and not heard but being kissed doesn’t usually qualify.

#more-than-a-princess dashcomm #phxntomwulf #(She's either mostly reckless or mostly careful with little in-between) #(But since Wulf has a sister maybe Sonia can finally not assume he thinks of her as one?) #(I'm guessing the face in the above icon is her having to come to terms with a lot of truths in our threads) #(She's so used to being something of a rebel in plenty of ways)

[constellaris-a]

@phxntomwulf​:          << unprompted >>

Out of all the way to use when waking someone up, Wulf found that a very particular one, the one only available to a select few among the people he had known, had worked the best. And so, the man was going to exercise just that towards a very particular bunny girl. Slowly dropping underneath the sheets, he very quietly made his way between her legs, slowly spreading them out. And a sleeping lady gets a very surprising morning session of very intense, passionate eating out! Enjoy~

     << can be continued >>

   It wasn’t often that she allowed herself to be caught sleeping, but if she was going to be woken up like this? Well, that was certainly a reason to let herself do so around him, at the very least. Strong legs trembled either side of her lover’s head as he easily turned her to putty in his hands, slumber pushed away quickly as pleasure pulled Kiriko back to the waking world.

    ❝ F-Fuck...! Mm-- Your tongue... Feels so good... ❞ The rabbit moaned out, voice still showing traces of drowsiness as her back arched, body angling just right to let him reach her most sensitive spots. She would absolutely return the favour later, but for now, all she could do was lay there as he all too easily fulfilled one of her not-so-secret fantasies.

#( ღ.&& BRIGHTEST LIGHT ; kiriko ) #( ღ.&& QUERIES ; asks ) #phxntomwulf

[soulwitch]

I am just passing by but Happy birthday. (remember a peculiar magical girl with a love for smoking? Hey-looo again XD)

Hi again! I don’t remember! But thank youu!

#phxntomwulf

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