wolfvirago

[wolfvirago]

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#;to be a wolf (aesthetics) #;fukai mori naka de (the lost woods)

[wolfvirago]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 [ 🎼 ] + 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝟑-𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒) 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂.

#;a game to play (memes)

[wolfvirago]

#polls tbt

[wolfvirago]

quiet people lived quiet lives. then a pretty girl dies. and you arrive. everything changes. [...] suddenly the quiet people here are no longer quiet. their simple dreams have become a nightmare. maybe you brought the nightmare with you. and maybe, it will die with you.

indie multimuse. written by shamu. contains characters from twin peaks, the magnus archives, hoyoverse, and others. emphasize on female characters and the mystery/horror genres.

#;part of the pack (promos) #such a diverse author with really interesting muses!!

[wolfvirago]

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

Alternatively, send me “Reverse Boss battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when my muse fights yours as a boss.

#;a game to play (memes) #👀 bc khepri inspired me

[wolfvirago]

For @wolfvirago - a continuation of THIS

PART 2

( For a ACTUAL Boss Battle ): Dzivia - Dzikaje Palavańnie ( Wild Hunt )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI stopped looking back so long ago, ㅤㅤㅤㅤ​​​​​​​but I've also forgotten where I was going.

⚜ ; —–  [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ  ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —–     O'! PRAY TELL! What becomes of a man who has YET to give up on EXISTING but has gone far PAST the point of exhaustion? Has the beast become a mindless creature? Become something that has simply CONFORMED to the daily rituals of its life - stuck on repeat - until it draws its LAST breath? O'! Pray tell! What becomes of the hero after being completely abandoned by the gods? A plaything no more; && it's TRUE purpose has long since been fulfilled. What answer can be given? To a man who has lost EVERYTHING, simply for the sake of being told... it had to be done. Only to be cast && thrown away. What can ANYBODY say to that? How could anybody convince otherwise? Lost && abansonded: twilight champion is almost unrecognisable. Who would be the one to DARE try to convince otherwise? 

or maybe you also feel the same way ?

—– ;     RESENTMENT is what festers inside - most of the time. It is, perhaps, the fuel to the fire. What keeps the wolfish man going. But it is SOMETHING that should not be mistaken for passion or desire. A single LOOK in that cold && callous gaze is more than enough to say otherwise. The cheeky, young man from Ordon is no longer there. Has NOT been there for a LONG time. ( he died long before the war ended . ) Even a wolf cannot continue to HIDE in sheep's clothing for long.

be careful when approaching ! there are teeth that bite ! 

—– ;    DESPONDENT is the man who walks the land now. Steers clear from most of humanity - unless called upon by the princess; but even then, there is a MELACHOLY from the hunter. So, when being FACED in front of the other, there is an ICE cold gaze that stares back. But it seems as though those eyes look PAST the other completely. Something else seems to be in the forefront of the mind. Has been stuck in a hunt for QUITE some time, why would anybody actually DARE to stop that?

❝ what do you want ? ❞ The words spoken are that of one in a trance.

Yet the MOMENT they are spoken, that gaze shifts back into focus, the brow furrows; ANNOYED, but does not seem to all too bothered. ❝ don't tell me you're here to stop me . ❞ A chilled, but DRY laugh escapes. Seems almost AGHAST that she seems opposed to the idea. && why would she EVER bother in trying to stop him? Has never stopped him before. ❝ don't tell me... — ❞

❝ — you can't hear it ? ❞ 

#save tag #honestly i can see their battle being something out of the call of the wild #brutal and quick #with gods and animals sort of jeering it on and waiting hungrily for one to fall and be consumed

[wolfvirago]

Boss battle!! Or just any themes for them together tbhhh

🏹 —– @wolfvirago —– [ send boss battle. slowly accepting! ]

PART 1:

( For a theme with them together ): Kokia - Fukurou │ Dazbee Cover

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤI'm sorry but from here on, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwe have the forest's manners.

⚜ ; —–  [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ  ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —–     PERHAPS IT IS BEST TO STOP && LISTEN, lest you find yourself in a situation that you do not want to be in. Look around, what do you see? A pair of WOLFISH eyes staring back at you from the shadows? Oh! What is that? You turn around. all you see is the blurred colour of TWILIGHT fur vanishing in the thick of it. You turn around again, && the pair of eyes that had been looking at you is now gone. There is a rustling in the forest - it seems to be ALIVE in that moment - but as quick as it had been to awaken, it is quick to fall back to a surreal sort of silence. 

you are not alone . 

—– ;     TURNING around, you find yourself directly face to face with a man. Just MERE inches away from you - there seems to be NO sense of space or respect for it. ( so you think ? ) The other before you SEEMS human enough. though. Is more than properly clothed && clean enough, but there is a strange BEASTLY appearance to the stranger as well. True, stands on two feet, seems to carries on like a man would, yet you cannot quite determine WHY you belief otherwise. Would you dare speak up to him? Do you dare speak to him? Would he even UNDERSTAND you? But, nothing is said. Neither you nor he utters a single word. Instead, you simply stare back at those SHARP blue eyes. WAITING. 

lau ~ lau ~ what do you want to see ? lau ~ lau ~ it depends on you . 

—– ;     ANOTHER rustle sounds, &&, once again, the forest stirs back to life. You turn around, again, though this time you are met with a woman. Like the man, she, too, has the same strange sort of WILDNESS to her. Maybe she seems even MORE so than the man. Upon further inspection, you may seem to recognise her gaze. ( do you ? ) It's the same pair of eyes you had JUST looked at mere moments before meeting the man.

Do you dare take your chances with the woman ? Or do you dare test your luck with the man ?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤI'm sorry but in this place ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤyou're an unwelcome guest.

Writers note && background:

This is meant to be more if Robin and Link were like BOTH a part of the forest and they both are 'greeting' another person.

While I have yet to actually publish this HC - it is something that I had discussed in passing with others. There are actually some deep connections that Link has with the Faron Woods and the Sacred Grove. Namely his own mother, whom had spent a good majority of her free-spirited life there. While she was a self-proclaimed 'protector' of the woods, it seems like the forest itself treated her as if she were a part of it ( perhaps she really was a child that came from the woods ). She actually used it as a way to try to get Link's father 'lost' because she deemed him as an outsider who was.... 'unworthy' of coming to the village. ( his father was a knight, and she saw him as an intruder who wanted to change the way of her 'people's' lives. ) Yes, she, Link's mother, was a part of the people in Ordon village, but she was also a forest child as well. She was simply raised by both the people of Ordon, and the forest.

Her early passing was, and will always be, a tragic loss to the forest, but Link, her child, has always && will always be welcomed by the forest, as he has a connection to it.

Its why he's always been so fond of the forest. It's why he's found a comfort when in the Sacred Grove.

He can never fully be able to explain WHY, but from an outsider looking in, this is the reason why. He is, in technicality, part of the forest as well.

ALL of this to say: This song specifically, is something that more resonates with the idea that both Robin and Link would be greeting and outsider. Bother Robin and Link are just 2 parts of a whole in regards to the forest - the 2 'protectors' as one could probably say.

If you see/meet one, you will absolutely see/meet the other.

#save tag #yes good excellent #we love feral strange wolf children in this house

[wolfvirago]

War, war never changes.

Indie multimuse featuring MICHAEL WALKER, THE SOLE SURVIVOR OF VAULT 111 from BETHESDA STUDIOS' FALLOUT 4. ⚛️As lovingly irradiated by ryn. 🔫

promo template: @glitchkingdesign

#self rb

[wolfvirago]

A small smile plays upon her lips, not quite expecting Karlach to be so open. But then again, the Tiefling had been nothing but kind and generous the entire time the wolf had known her.

"Not much. I just... Have a gut feeling. Like he's around, somewhere, alive." The ranger adjusted her weight, one leg coming to slide out and rest upon the ground, while the other remained bent and hugged by strong arms.

"You're so kind, Karlach. Thank you." Her smile grew, warm, as blue eyes reflect the firelight in gleaming warmth upon the other's reflection. That sort of nervous position relaxes, the wolf beginning to feel more comfortable with her companion.

"What about you? Do you have any siblings? As far as I can tell, most of everyone in our party is a sole sibling. Their attitudes certainly reflect it." She laughed.

@crownshattered

Karlach listened with keen interest as Robin spoke. It wasn't like all of them were from Baldur's Gate. Gale was from Waterdeep, and Lae'zel... Karlach had no idea where Lae'zel was from, some sort of crèche from somewhere. Regardless, they all came from very different places. Karlach wondered how this 'Lost Forest' compared to the part of Baldur's Gate where Karlach grew up. She could already figure that it was nothing like the hells...

“Did you find anything about him when you were heading to the city?” Karlach asked as her eyes softened. Every single thing about her was so genuine; every look, expression, and feeling. She hardly knew Robin but it was clear she truly felt bad for her. She really wanted her to be able to find her brother.

“Hey, for all I know, we might find something while we’re trying to get these tadpoles out of our heads! So there’s still hope. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for any Harukis,” she added with a grin, but she meant it. She really wanted to help. Robin helped her out despite the fact that she was just a stranger. Karlach wanted to return the favor.

#crownshattered #;ic #v; amaterasu's chosen (bg3/dnd au) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

War, war never changes.

Indie multimuse featuring MICHAEL WALKER, THE SOLE SURVIVOR OF VAULT 111 from BETHESDA STUDIOS' FALLOUT 4. ⚛️As lovingly irradiated by ryn. 🔫

promo template: @glitchkingdesign

#self rb #it's me. hi!! #slowly picking through the prime show so i'm looking to rp in that verse more here and with ol' mikey!

[wolfvirago]

Her nose wrinkles right back, nostrils flaring, hackles rising upon the appearance of the floating imp. The strange creature looks nothing at all like the creatures she grew up knowing or reading about. Just what were they?

In the twilight, her form refuses to shift. It feels like the tug of a pulled muscle, refusing to relax. The once familiar, welcoming lupine form aches, burning with uncomfortable energy. Something is wrong.

"What is going on?" Robin finally speaks, voice growling and raspy as it attempts to leave improper vocal cords.

@atdusk

it’s  the  scent  of  a  beast  that  draws  her  attention,  &  her  nose  wrinkles  with  it.    &  in  a  strange  sense  it’s  comforting  ;  reminding  her  of  an  old  friend.  the  twili’s  countenance  twists  ;  the  glint  of  ivory  greeting  the  stranger  as  her  fangs  peak  from  the  crevice  of  her  maw.  “don’t  look  so  put  out  -  it  could  be  worse.” 

@wolfvirago , SC !

#atdusk #;ic #v; we’ve long believed that the hero would appear as a divine beast (zelda au) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

;; send me shit on the sm*t sideblog, it can be pre-established or even just a hookup or dream between Robin and your muse.

#self rb #👉🏻👈🏻

[wolfvirago]

Despite any reservedness, the wolf does give the stranger a small smile, polite and warm. She bows, a introduction, hands folded in the manner her mother had taught her many years ago.

"My name is Robin." Never the full name unless one was given. That was a tip from her father, regarding the fae who lingered even with yokai taking up their territory within the woods.

"I am the guardian of this forest. I have lived here my whole life, and not once have I found the center. The Lost Woods always changes. It vibrates and breathes as any living creature." Her parents had told of the center, of a strange nursery rhyme that revealed the path.

But such a rhyme was on the very edge of her mind, lost to time. There was no way for them to find the way in, only out.

@cordbound

the woman regards his steed, flashing eyes that take in his dark coat and the faint swishing of his tail. lawrence notices the attention and smiles gently, as if understanding some unspoken thing. "he's friendly, i promise." he releases an easy breath of laughter, borderline sheepish. "though i must admit, he's awfully annoyed with me right now. this forest has not been easy to traverse."

"impossible?" lawrence shows no sign of discouragement at the woman's words, no dampening of the ever-burning flame of his hope. the Lord would guide him, help him see through to mission's end. "nothing is impossible, my friend." then, as if in realization, the gentle king's brow rises. "ah, forgive me, i have not yet asked your name, miss."

#cordbound #;ic #v; protector (default) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

;; send me shit on the sm*t sideblog, it can be pre-established or even just a hookup or dream between Robin and your muse.

#;your local shibe ryn (ooc) #tbd #sunday shenanigans

[wolfvirago]

"I think your mother would be proud of you." (scoots away--)

Unprompted Emotional Damage

I am so tired.

It wasn't often that Zelda allowed such thoughts to slip into her mind. Thoughts, she found, held power. A proper line up of thoughts could keep her poised, keep her focused, keep her from buckling beneath her own weight after hours of prayer and meditation. If she allowed herself to think of how cold and hungry she was, if she allowed herself to acknowledge that her bare feet were blistering against lake rocks, if she allowed her to feel the exhaustion in her bones and muscles and soul—then she would never be able to perform her duties.

But I am so, so tired.

It was with a head bowed in shame that Zelda left the lake, her dress dragging in the water as she moved slowly toward the land. Robin's hand was there to help pull her out and guide her, quietly, back to the tent she had pitched them earlier. She stood guard as Zelda discarded her soaked dress for dry clothes and began to work on their dinner for the evening, a soup that bubbled within their silence.

Zelda took her bowl and had been staring at its contents with empty eyes when she heard Robin speak.

"I think your mother would be proud of you."

Her attention snapped upwards, and something inside of her clenched.

No—no, she would not be.

How could she be?

The thoughts lumped in her throat and Zelda swallowed them, her mouth pressed into a thin line, before she trailed her gaze back to the ground. "Thank you..."

I am tired and I am sorry and I know that you are not proud.

Where was the composure of the Princess of Hyrule when she took in a shuttering, unstable breath against the glaze of her eyes? She gripped her bowl as though holding it could hold her own pieces together. She needed to excuse herself, but something told her that the moment she tried to speak, everything would shatter.

And so, it was with a silent nod that she set her untouched bowl at her side, stood, and returned to her tent with tense shoulders and blistered feet and nothing to show for it.

But at least she didn't cry.

#save tag #swing and a miss for robin fjgjgk #zelda deserves the world ;-;

[wolfvirago]

;; guess I gotta make a promo for my fallout 4 protag oc over on the multi

#;your local shibe ryn (ooc) #tbd

[wolfvirago]

au centric meta -- the vault and survivor-beast

Like many of the Vaults created by Vault-Tec, Vault 98 was used for experimentation purposes. This Vault was located within NY state, specifically on the border between NY and PA. Settled in a forested mountain on the outskirts of a residential area, the Vault was in good location for many willing inhabitants.

Robin's family lived on the very outside of the town, and since her father was a veteran, they were able to get space inside the Vault. When the bombs fell in October of 2077, the Kobayashi Calatia family was ushered inside with 34 other residents.

What awaited the family was not kind. The Vault's experiment was to try and fuse the human inhabitants with animal traits, to prepare and make better soldiers in the (supposed) ongoing war.

Many people did not survive the experiments. Robin and Haruki were quick to become some of the only living subjects, placed into stasis to see if the mutation would slow down and not kill them as it had the others.

Due to faulty cyro pods, Robin and Haruki were sealed much longer than expected. By the time she woke up, the Vault was completely abandoned. The faulty pods had allowed some subjects to escape, which caused the researchers and employees to be massacred by the stampeding horde of mutant chimeras.

Robin finds her brother's pod is empty. But there's no blood around the pod, and she swears she can sense his scent still lingering. She heads out into the Wasteland, desperate to find her brother and try to make sense of the world they were reborn in.

#v; what makes you SPECIAL (fallout au) #;from the depths of the woods where the wind was born (meta)