#( ooc ): the wolf in sheep's clothing.

[ask-lovesick-au]

So, I noticed the little (flower looking?) fluffy thing and I was wondering if it was a play on the whole wolf in sheep’s clothing or if it was just a design choice

SOMEONE POINTED IT OUT WOOOOO!!!!!!! IT IS A PLAY ON THE WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING!!!!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU NOTICED

[ssatxr-archive-2]

{ oooo pretty }

[ask-the-blue-leader]

(hope ur doing well and i hope ya dont mind me droppin this in ya inbox ^^ your cool mod you go have a good day or at least a easy day!!) (p.s i finished this in like 20 min.

(Woah! I didn’t expect you to drop this drawing of Risewell in his regular and disguised outfit. Thanks for the art and I hope you have a good day too!)

[pinkyhaert]

Not dropping any lore but the new set it off "wolf in sheep's clothing Reborn" will be for meeeee specifically ♡

[nottadog]

Showed the boy my new sword I got. It's a little big for him.

[dying-shcwstopper]

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🖋️ ;; questions ahead — answering asks

🧋;; needing a drink — reblogging

💜 ;; mod is not full of electricity — ooc

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🐺;; wolf in sheep's clothing. — anything that mentions/includes Il Capitano.

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tba.

No anonymous sign-offs here, maybe try again later?

[autonomousxselves]

//Got bored and was doodling, made SEES (+ Ryoji) Animal Crossing and wanted to share my vision.

[johnnysslaughter]

tag drop 1.

[ask-the-blue-leader]

I don't mind if you draw my version of Tom aka the Blue Leader/BL!

now give me your Tom aus

if this also doesn't go boom boom viral, I will also steal your Tom aus. nomnomnomnom

[ask-lovesick-au]

wait, does that mean Ruin is going to eat Solar? /j

now in what manner

[ssatxr-archive-2]

WE ARTING TODAY GUYS

[ask-the-blue-leader]

Here's the design of -BL anon aka Thomas Risewell disguising himself to hide his true identity to others. The sunglasses on him do cover up his black eyes even if you don't see it on here.

[badly-written-stuff]

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing — Mhin x Monster!Reader (1/?)

context: reader is a monster, possesses ears and a tail; reader is at least a couple hundred of years old, but has amnesia; they recently began working with Kuras at the clinic.

cw: slight and possibly vague depiction of violence; possibly ooc.

To state that your acquaintance with Mhin was... intense... would be an understatement.

Eridia, whilst home to some of the most dangerous Monsters, was far from welcoming for someone like you. Despite your overall docile nature, many would side-eye you on the streets, occasionally hurling a curse or two in your direction.

It helped slightly that you got acquainted with Kuras after an... unfortunate attack, who offered a place at his humble clinic upon learning your situation. Ever since then you've been relatively close.

The helping hand was very much welcome, yet your affiliation with the most respected doctor in Eridia did not assure completely invulnerable to other's wrath.

...So it really shouldn't have been a surprise when... it happened.

You've been running some errands, each one taking just a little bit too long, pushing the day's hours further and further until it was night time. Knowing the dangers of the dark streets lurking in every corner, you made an attempt to get back to Kuras as fast as you could... but-

Misfortune kept a close eye on you at all times, for you've managed to run straight into a Soulless.

True to Vere's words, a cornered beast bites the hardest, and you were no exception. You were a Monster, after all. You knew how to defend yourself.

Unable to escape, you took advantage of your reflexes and strength to strike the Soulless at the right time with a trusty dagger you kept on your person. The fight, although not vicious, leaves you shaking and panting in fright, adrenaline pumping your heart to such aggression you could barely hear anything.

Taking a life, human or not, was never an easy task, and to some degree, guilt bubbled in your gut... however, it was short lived once several pools of blood entered your peripheral vision. You stepped closer.

Corpses. Not of humans, no. Animals. Cats, more specifically. All torn open, the contents of their tiny selves peeping, half-eaten. It seems you have interrupted a feast. Disgusting...

...Just how distracted were you...? To completely miss this smell, something that assaulted your nostrils and made it hard to breathe. Surely, you should've-

You barely register footsteps behind you, your body attempting to make a turn to face the source, only for a sharp pain to course through your entire body. A twists of your head is enough to locate the source of this pain — a pristine blade plunged deep into your side, barely missing your vitals.

An attempt to stay calm is made, however, rationality betrayed you and your monstrous superiority took hold. How dare they. With your fangs bearing, you manage to push whoever attacked you away. Forced into an animalistic state, you hunch over to steady yourself, sharply snapping to the source of your attacker...

That is when you spotted them. Those icy gray eyes, red pupils, silver hair and that cute beauty mark. Mhin. You've ran into them a couple of times before, none of which were pleasant.

There's was always this coldness and disgust every time you two interacted, yet it never moved past a quip or two before they'd leave you be. This time, however, they looked livid, jaw clenched.

There wasn't a moment to make conversation, ask questions or make accusations. Their goal was clear as ever — to kill, for there was no hesitation in their movement as they rushed to gain back the blade stuck on you. The unknown turned into a bloody fight, earning both of you numerous wounds.

Their blade puncturing your body with eerie precision that left you losing blood whilst your bites pierced their clothes, tearing their skin into a bloody mess of tissue.

Perhaps, that is how both of your lives would've ended — in a heated brawl — if not for the esteemed doctor, who had gone on to search for you.

It was the superior presence that stopped the fight, as both of you were brought into his clinic, Kuras' face scrunched the entire time as he treated your wounds.

Despite the fight being over, Mhin still dared to show their dissatisfaction with the situation, protesting against Kuras' care for "someone like you".

Luckily, Kuras did not budge, merely stating that you were a trusted assistant of his and by no means was Mhin allowed to exterminate you.

Their mouth hung open in shock, only for a moment, before it snapped shut and their glare re-appeared. They never looked at you, only addressing Kuras, which was beginning to piss you off. Rightfully so.

"Since when did you get a pet?". That about did it. "What's your problem?!"

Oh boy.

Ever since that night, upon regaining your sober mind, you couldn't help but stress about what had happened. The Soulless, the cats, Mhin, the taste of their blood.

That... bitter taste and tar-like texture... You were certain they were cursed, and thinking more about your encounter, it just made sense. How did they keep up with you, if they didn't have a little secret of their own?

With the realization, came sympathy and guilt. Now, you understood why they were so cold towards Monsters, why they despised Vere. Yet... even so, you didn't understand why did they strike that night?

Did they assume you were on Hunt? Was there a bounty on your head? Or was it the-

Ever since the fight, you began to grow... paranoid. Mhin was there. You could smell them. They were lurking in the general area of the clinic more often, sometimes even following you from a distance.

It was because of Kuras, of course. Mhin cared too much for the doctor, even if they'd rather be tortured than to admit it. Kuras is just about the most sane person in Eridia, why wouldn’t they worry about his new addition to the clinic? Gods... surely, he had went insane, accepting a Monster as an assistant.

Nonetheless, despite them stalking you like a prey, Mhin never made any move to attack you which, for one, eased your anxiety enough to finally relax.

Then, it was you who observed.

Indeed, they were regularly checking up on Kuras while you were away, hidden under the guise of a check-up. It was true that they were making sure that you cause no trouble to anyone else, especially making sure you never stepped into the same alley as the attack again.

Even if you were supposed to be upset, the gesture... warmed your heart, in a way. Mhin was always... distant. Cold. Alone. It was nice to know that they actually cared about someone.

And perhaps this newfound warmth touched you... a bit too much, for you upcoming plans consisted of approaching Mhin on one of their patrols and apologizing... Yeah, you do have a death wish, actually.

There was no guarantee you would survive this, but surely your good-willed gesture couldn't bring your demise... Right?

Only one way to find out.

next >

[nottadog]

( Adding two more tags to help )

[akutasoda]

Hi, love your work!! I’m not part of the q nation, unfortunately😞 my dumb brain can’t brain when I’m trying to learn the q language no matter how hard I try…

can I request- Sunday angst where the reader gets in an accident and gets amnesia? Hurt/ no comfort if thats okay!

if you’re uncomfortable with that, don’t worry about it, I love everything you write anyways!!!! Mwah!!

lead me towards freedom, just for me to forget

synopsis - he loved you. let down all his walls, trust his emotions with you and yet, you can't even remember who he is.

includes - sunday

warnings - gn!reader, reader gets amnesia, slight fluff, angst no comfort, religious imagery?, maybe ooc, wc - 811

a/n: not apart of the q nation? apologies, i cannot write your request /j the q language is not for everyone anon, but if you try hard enough you will get there!! but thank you!! <3

if someone had asked sunday if he ever saw himself in a relationship in the future, he probably would've scoffed at them.

sunday had no such time for those feelings. the bigger picture was much more important to him, granting robin's wish was his number one priority and he didn't want anything to stray him from fulfilling such goals. petty emotions that led to developing romantic relationships were useless to him - not that he even had anyone in his life that he'd ever dare see that way.

relationships only hurt people. they could cut deep into people, causing pain and heartbreak. even uglier emotions that made reality all that much more harsh to those on the receiving end. and that was a possibility that could happen to him.

if he ever found someone he could love romantically, they could see him at his lowest, at his weakest point. they could exploit that. use it against him, rip his heart out, crush it right in front of his very eyes and he wouldn't be able to do anything. he'd love them too much to fight back, they'd open the gates to more emotions that would make him weaker, more vulnerable.

but that was before he met you.

admittedly, when he first met you, he thought you were simply another lost soul that needed saving. the hand of the order to bless you and lead you towards a dream. a world that saved you from the harshness of current reality. and it was his duty to lead you, another sheep among the herd lead towards freedom of reality.

but you weren't a sheep. you were a wolf in sheep's clothing.

yet it remained the same, he wanted to guide you away from suffering and pain. even more so than the rest of the flock.

sunday still denied it. either he couldn't recognise the signs or he simply couldn't believe that such emotions were being evoked from him - the lines were very blurred. either way, it wasn't immediately recognisable to him, willingly or unwillingly. those feelings would only prove meaningless down the line.

but you were persistent. always there in his life. unwavering in your friendly attitude toward him, unrelenting in checking up on him and showing a genuine interest. sunday wanted to push you away. keep you at arm's length and stop you from getting closer than you were already - in his eyes, you were too close, to his emotions and to getting in the way of his goals.

however, somewhere down the line, he let you in. sunday stopped fighting to keep you away, slowly letting down all the guards and walls he had built up around himself. and now. he understood why people took that risk.

relationships could end horribly but they could blossom. they could be filled with hope and sappy feelings that if sunday ever caught himself thinking about, he might have been sick. loving you was sweet. it was like watching birds fly free, a cool breeze on a summer's day. it was refreshing, freeing even.

it felt weird. he'd never felt such emotions for a person before and yet he couldn't help but find his thoughts drifting to you like a lovesick fool. when sunday caught himself, he felt embarrassed. hiding his face behind his wings and trying to compose himself yet again - it wouldn't be the first time his thoughts drifted to you, nor would it be the last.

sunday could look back upon all the memories with you with a fondness that baffled him. they played over and over in his mind like the galaxy's sappiest film, one that was so saccharine that it was sickly. but sunday wouldn't have it any other way.

but sunday soon remembered just why he wanted to stay away.

the day he received the news was the day his world shattered. the harshness of reality he so desperately wanted to help people stray away from had befallen upon him and his feelings. the news of you “accident” caused him to freeze.

was this your reality? had he failed to protect you from the harrowing reality of life?

sunday dropped everything to see you. he needed to know the exact details of your condition, to know if you were okay. but looking back upon this decision, perhaps ignorance was bliss. not knowing would've been better than seeing you in this state.

it shattered him in two when the news of your amnesia was told to him. if only this was a dream. a really bad one at that, a nightmare if he would. he had failed you.

and as you stared at him in confusion, no hints of familiarity found in your gaze for him,

sunday could nearly cry.

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[loveydovey-leviathan]

> reposted from my personal account @mee-op

belphie has the softest cheeks ever. like marshmallows. makes you wanna bite them.

x gn!reader

warnings: slightly ooc belphie (he's kind of a tsundere here)

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"stop it..." belphie grumbles, but he makes no effort whatsoever to push you away.

"you can't have the softest cheeks known to human civilisation and expect me not to squeeze and pinch them, y'know," you tease, still gently playing with the sides of his face.

"you bit me,"

"no regrets. tasted like marshmallows,"

"ugh..."

for all his whining and groaning. he's absolutely revelling in the attention you're giving him. ever since you found out how fluffy his cheeks were, you would squeeze them every time you were in the vicinity. not to mention the constant jealous glances he's given by his brothers— to which he responds with a smug smirk that they want to wipe off his face.

so imagine his disdain when you suddenly stop, "hmmm... alright then,"

"what-" he starts to complain before he's interrupted by your cocky grin that tells him all he needs to know.

"you wanted me to stop, right? then i'll stop,"

"i mean, you don't have to," trying to explain without contradicting himself.

"relax, belphie," you chuckle, "it's not like i'm gonna stop hanging out with you,"

but he knows it's not going to be the same without your poking and squeezing and kissing (and sometimes biting). he knows he's going to miss you gushing over his soft skin and how you don't do it to anybody else but him. and most of all; he knows you know. and he knows you're only doing this to get a reaction out of him and despite every brain cell inside his head telling him to just let it go and that it doesn't particularly mean anything, it's working. his face is flushed and he's starting to stutter, trying to convince you to continue without embarrassing himself.

and in the back of his head, he knows the only way to make you continue is to outright admit it. always getting what you want in some way or another.

his thoughts are interrupted yet again by your voice.

"something the matter?" you're a wolf in sheep's clothing, you have to be with that stupid, smug, pretty grin on your stupid, smug, pretty face.

"....i don't want you to stop,"

"hmm? what was that?" you ask, leaning in closer.

"ugh.... i hate you.." he grumbles, face still red as he looks away from you.

"really? you sure that's what you said?"

he might explode at this rate, and he briefly wonders if luke is right and that you're spending too much time with demons.

at this rate, it's honestly better to just admit what he's thinking if it meant you would stop.

"i said i didn't want you to stop," he mumbles, but loud and clear enough for you to hear.

you give him one of your proud looks, the one you make when you finally get what you want. "see? was that so hard?"

he shoves his face in his pillow, hiding his groans of annoyance.

"alright, alright. i'll stop. c'mere," you gesture towards your lap, aka one of his favourite pillows in all 3 realms.

after all your teasing, you still want belphie to make the effort to crawl onto your lap. he will, of course, but still.