#(song is wolf like me by tv on the radio)

[willowser]

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

[toyourliking]

when the moon is round and full gonna teach you tricks that will blow your mongrel mind

[subcultureblues]

“Open my heart and let it bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever, down on all fours

Show you what all the howling's for”

[porcubus]

okok real question i forgot to ask like a week ago Uhhhhhhhhrrmmmm...... Music taste

omg Hello...Im shy.. and corny answer but I really do just listen to Whatever recently soad mostly the album mezmerize & everything everything the most But I also like garbage & femtanyl a lot Hmmm black kids screaming females pinnochiop the go team thrill kill kult.....prozzak....

[the-mystery-of-christ]

✝️ ✡️ ♾️ 🔥🌹👑 👁️ God 👁️ 👑🌹🔥 ♾️ ✡️ ✝️

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑

Please remove the religion for the actual 😎 spirituality ❤️ All my love ❤️ I'm sorry if It doesn't seem like the real thing. I can promise you it is. 🕊️

God has nothing to do with pedophiles and the church... That was always man made bullshit 🫀

The anti-Christ hydra like dragon was the bank owners Rothschild's Illuminati, pedophilic secret society. 🐼 The beast was all the corporations and owners tumouring together out of the sea off of Disney cruise ships onto epstein island and other heavenly places like the beach and imagination. Space itself unfortunately.. 🍕

The false prophet was Mohamed & The popes. Whoever preached Gods truth wrong collectively two horns to the same old pedophilic goat ♰

I Am The Mystery of Christ... 🌹🍎🌹

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Jeremiah 51:9 ► 🚨 🇺🇲 🚨

“’We would have healed Babylon, but she cannot be healed; let us leave her and each go to our own land, for her judgment reaches to the skies, it rises as high as the heavens.’ remember they worshipped the false god of babylon at bohemian grove. 🦉🫥🦉

❤️🤍🖤❤️🤍🖤❤️🤍🖤🤍❤️🖤🤍❤️🖤🤍❤️🖤

☠️ 🔥 All Hail the bringer of the End times 🔥 ☠️

[elletromil]

The great thing about being a 'let's put the same song on repeat for the next 3 months without listening to any other song on the album' type of music enjoyer, is that sometime when i grow into despair because i feel myself moving on from said song and i just know none of the 1423 songs in my likes are gonna do it, sometime i get to go 'you know that song from 2006 i still have in my rotation now? I dont think i've ever listened to any other song from that band'

And then i go listen to all their discography and go 'hot damn, so many new songs to put on repeat over the next few months :D'

[librarydilf]

a truly astounding number of things about me can very easily be understood by just listening to howl by florence + the machine a lot

[kveldulf-nightwolf]

Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio (Lyrics/Español)

[total-derangement-of-the-senses]

Song of the Day

20 Feb., ‘23

[dogwithglasses]

Ralph have you seen the music video! It’s great

genuinely obsessed with this song

[punkitt-is-here]

Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio is seriously such a good track. I know it's like, their most popular one by far, but come on, what a fucking BANGER. Tied with "Happy Idiot" for my fav TVOTR song.

[everythingisliminal]

Tagged by @gudenoodle (and a few others tbh)

Last song: "Wolf Like Me" - TV on the Radio

Fav color: turquoise

Last book: Black Sun - Rebecca Roanhorse

Last TV show: Days of Our Lives

Sweet/spicy/savory: polyamory

Relationship: married

Last google search: glass frogs

Current obsession: therapy, butch arms, Crowley (Good Omens), Dexter Morgan (Dexter), sparkles, hooves, solarpunk

Looking forward to: NEW BOOTS ARRIVING

Pets: My orange feral child

10 Tags @vwcarmats @winniebell @apricitxs @yes-you-are-just-as-sane-as-i-am @xbuggyxboyx @illyriashade56 @zornofzorna-blog @anxiousinternetfox @cedence @thefunkyfolklorist

Have at it :D

Last song: Fav color: Last book: Last TV show: Sweet/spicy/savory: Relationship: Last google search: Current obsession: Looking forward to: Pets:

[they-bite]

HEY. HEY HEY HEY. i had to wrap up my last post bc i found this out while researching things for it.

tunde adebimpe, who plays dexter in twisters, is primarily a musician by trade. specifically he’s the lead vocalist for TV ON THE RADIO.

he sang wolf like me, guys. he sang one of my favorite songs ever and i got to see him in theaters. is that not the coolest fucking thing.

THIS ⬆️ DUDE. SANG THIS SONG. BASK WITH ME FOR A SECOND.

please take a couple minutes out of your life to google this guy as well, he’s incredibly cool. he also art directed all of tv on the radio’s album covers (!!), self-published a comic, AND has directed and animated music videos. seriously. respect.

[deanpinterester]

this is what i get for having never watched the music video

i just realized one of the songs i've been listening to is about. turning into a werewolf

[piratespencil]

Ten people id like to get to know better

Tagged by @glitterinlowgravity! 💖

Last song: Glory and Gore by Lorde (because it's on my in-progress Beauregard Lionett playlist and I've been trying to finish up that playlist!!)

Favorite color: I love that @glitterinlowgravity said purple and green because SAME. 💜💚

Last book: Just finished The Only Light Left Burning by Erik J. Brown this morning! Really solid post-apocalyptic queer YA romance - it's a sequel and I enjoyed it even more than the first one tbh.

Last movie: Legally Blonde lol... I haven't been watching many movies lately but @awittylemon and I watched it around Halloween haha.

Last TV show: Arcane!!!! I finished season 2 and immediately did a full season 1 & 2 rewatch... This show has a chokehold on me again oops.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Sweet? All three are good tho.

Relationship status: Single. ✌️ Too busy watching Arcane (and getting my Master's I guess) to date.

Last thing I googled: My university's radio station website so I could send someone the link to the radio show I interviewed them for!! Working for student radio is fun. :)

Current obsession: Arcane lolol... Specifically Jayce Talis. Accidentally fell head over heels into Favourite Character territory.

Looking forward to: Christmas parties/hangouts with friends!! I have a bunch of plans scheduled for the rest of December it's gonna be really nice. :)

No pressure tags (just going through my notes and picking out people I see in my activity a lot!! hi 👋): @blorbologist @diamondsheep @revvethasmythh @kanawolf @wolf-eared-fangirl @exasperatedfey @mareastrorum @zealousvalkyrie @warehouseorphandanvers @thetinygnome