#Katya Wolf

[itxithingsrp]

( 🦋 ) 𝐓𝐄́𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄́ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊́ 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒂.

[oswanily]

That is so Katya and Natasha.

Even socially awkward Veronica is making an effort, but them? Nope.

Also, Kareem just woke up. What, you expected him to join in the money-making process? Hahaha.

[neondoctrine]

I'm at Trixie and Katya live, just met them at the meet and greet, and now awkwardly standing around alone waiting to sit down for the show.

[writememysticfalls]

Predator (Part 1) | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: You're trapped in a room with Elijah. He's hallucinating. And you look exactly like the women he loved... and murdered.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Petrova doppelganger!reader

Genre: Suggestive, angst

Word count: <1k

Part 1 ⭐️ | Part 2

“Tighter,” Elijah ordered.

“Why?” you grunted. “These ties won't hold you.”

Elijah looked bad. His blue shirt was soaked with sweat, so it clung to the planes of his chest. You tied his wrists to his mahogany bedposts.

You were trapped in Elijah’s bedroom while he recovered from a wolf bite. You looked identical to Katherine - the woman Elijah most desired.

“The werewolf venom will make me a slave to my impulses. A monster,” Elijah said. He smirked. “And I have a… weakness for brunettes. So, we must do what we can.”

You crouched, every muscle tensed, till he woke.

“Naughty girl…” Elijah said, smiling crookedly at you. “Remove these ridiculous ties.”

“No,” you said, your heart in your throat.

“Daddy's tired of waiting,” he said, pouting. “He wants to play.”

Elijah removed the ties with a flick of his wrists. He walked towards you, one finger trailing on the bed.

“Hmm… how to punish you for restraining me?” he mused. “A spanking? No, that's not quite enough.”

His hand grazed your butt. “I have not found another little bottom like this in a thousand years…” he swept the hair from your neck, “but you deserve a nastier punishment tonight, Katarina.”

As he touched you, you were hit by a vision.

-

Katherine, dancing away down a dark wooden hallway, her curls bouncing.

Suddenly, Elijah appeared in front of her. He lifted her in his arms with a roar. Broken iron handkerchiefs dangled from his wrists.

“Got you!” he said.

“No fair,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I told you… ” she kissed his cheek, “to beg me…” a kiss on his nose, “until I felt like setting you free. You always cheat.”

Elijah attached his mouth to her throat. Katherine let her head fall back, her eyelids fluttering closed.

Then, Elijah gave her one sharp bite to her neck, making her gasp.

“Oh Katya,” he said, his eyes narrowing to drunken slits. “You were the one who taught me how to play dirty.”

-

When you regained consciousness, Elijah’s lips were on your neck.

Slowly, he sucked the skin of your throat. Tiny fireworks of sensation ran over your skin. His mouth felt unbelievably gentle - not like the jaws of a predator hovering by your carotid artery.

You knew what came next. The bite.

“Elijah,” you breathed, scared to even move.

“Kati,” he mumured.

“I'm not her,” you said. “Smell me! I'm human!”

Elijah froze. He moved away from you at lightning speed, so his back was against his bedroom wall. His perfect hair was a mess, and your lip gloss was smeared over his face.

“I am deeply sorry,” he said. “I… am ashamed of myself.”

“It's okay,” you replied, breathing normally again. “You didn't hurt me. We got through it.”

Elijah whipped out a silk handkerchief and dabbed his face meticulously. He eased himself onto the floor, resting his head on the wall in exhaustion.

"I'm afraid this is only the beginning," Elijah said. "The woman you most resemble... is Tatia."

“Elijah,” you said. “What happened to Tatia?”

But he gave no reply.

You felt your heart begin to speed. “Elijah? She died, didn't she?”

But somehow, you instinctively knew the answer. Elijah had killed Tatia - and he was about to try and do the same to you.

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[2well2water]

also ariana stole that little finger grab move she pulled with cynthia erivo from katya and trixie. turns into a wolf and trots into the woods

[dear-ao3]

im gonna *********** myself gang. JUST BC WE GOT LOGAN Q2 DISNT MEAN I WANTED GEORGE OUT AHHHHHHHHHH

maybe all that logan needs to get to q2 is a femininomenon guys

[silvertiefling]

&&. what if i gave katya a lil kitty........ she needs a pet cat..... but that poor cat would be so traumatized being surrounded by the scent of predators (werewolves) and alcohol....... but what if.....

[starcunin]

@silvertiefling sent: ❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

Hunting tonight had been… messy. Not that he’s opposed to a bit of bloodshed, but the chaos——oh, the chaos——could’ve been handled better. He can still taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, warm from the fresh kill, though the metallic satisfaction does little to soothe the irritation gnawing at the back of his mind. He’d moved too fast, or perhaps too soon, and if it hadn’t been for the ferocious snarl behind him——and a well-timed lunge from Katya——he might’ve ended up skewered by some back-alley fool with a blessed silver dagger. And now she is watching him, no doubt piecing together a clever little insult in that sharp-tongued way of hers.

His dagger stills, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, even before she opens hers. He knows what’s coming. He can feel it, that curious mix of exasperation and amusement, coiled like a wolf’s snarl behind her teeth. Then her voice, low and edged with the usual bite: “How can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time?”

Astarion lets out a soft, breathy laugh——more amusement than real mirth——and raises an elegant brow as he sheathes the dagger with a practiced flick of his wrist. The familiar jibe doesn’t rattle him; it never does. If anything, it’s become part of their strange, twisted rhythm, this peculiar dance between monster and monster. Keeping secrets, keeping distance——except when they aren’t. His crimson gaze flickers toward her, lingering on the shape of her horns, the way the silver light carves shadows into the planes of her face. She’s got that look again, the one that suggests she’s three seconds from ripping someone’s throat out, and it makes his grin widen.

❛ Ah, darling, ❜ he drawls, his voice thick with false sweetness, like poisoned honey, ❛ isn’t that the riddle of the ages? Though I prefer to think of it as a charming paradox. Keeps people on their toes. ❜ He shifts slightly, stretching with a feline languor, though the tension in his shoulders betrays him. A hunter should never miscalculate. He had. He hates that she saw it, but he’ll die——again——before he admits it outright. Still, her pointed words hang in the air, undeniable as the stars above.

❛ Well, I mean, ❜ he adds, lifting his chin in an arrogant tilt, ❛ if you’d care to enlighten me, I’m all ears. Surely, you must have some sage advice, hiding there beneath the fur and fangs. ❜ His eyes gleam, wicked and teasing. ❛ Or perhaps you simply enjoy saving me from time to time? I could almost get used to it. ❜

[accultant]

"let’s go skinny-dipping! i haven’t been swimming all summer." (katya doesnt understand bonding with ur sibling in law isnt the same as bonding with her wolf pack -)

━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺ THE AGONY OF UNMADE DECISIONS

The paperwork on Iago’s desk is piled almost comically high and their pen has been moving non stop since long before Katya even weaseled her way into their office. 

They spare her only one quick glance, “No. I’m busy and I would probably catch pneumonia.” 

Despite it being well into the summer season, that’s mostly an excuse, partially a real concern. Iago runs cold all year and they get sick so frequently and easily that they worry even saying the word pneumonia will land them with a sore throat the next day. They’d blame it on their time spent underground, their immune system no doubt in shambles, but it’s always been that way. 

Besides, Iago can hardly remember the last time they went swimming at all; they certainly haven’t ever been or had the desire to go skinny-dipping. If they weren’t so focused on their work, Iago might even laugh at such a suggestion, considering Katya has never even seen Iago’s arms outside of their sleeves. The gall…

They continue writing, “Go by yourself. Or ask Puck. Or any of your…”What did she call them again? “Your pack.”

[prettyswellaus]

Animal Crossing AU

Genre: Slice-of-Life and Crossover

The Villagers

Edd (Lazy Cat)

Tom (Cranky Frog)

Matt (Smug Horse (Unicorn))

Tord (Jock (Robot) Squirrel)

Blaze (Normal Ostrich)

Dusk (Peppy Rabbit)

Eduardo (Jock Dog)

Jon (Lazy Penguin)

Mark (Smug Eagle)

Jordan (Lazy Deer)

Blade (Snooty Wolf)

Dawn (Sisterly Bear Cub)

Laurel (Normal Octopus)

Bing (Smug Hamster)

Larry (Cranky Lion)

Paul (Jock Bear)

Patryck (Smug Bird)

Kim (Peppy Sheep)

Katya (Sisterly Koala)

Other Stuff

Villager Hobbies

Home Furnishings

Back to Directory

[deva-arts]

Now do the spirit animals for all your other ocs

Monica: Siberian Tiger

Seraphina: Sumatran Tiger

Vincent- Honey Badger

Amon- Kodiak Bear

Nathaniel- Australian Giant Cuttlefish

Sonia- Red Fox

Eric- Spotted Hyena

Magnus: Thoroughbred Horse

Strohl: Barbary Lion

Katya: Savannah Cat

Aura: Glass Octopus

Verra: Giant Panda

Han: Himalayan Cat

Titan- Hippopotamus

Karin- Spider tailed Horned Viper

Samuel- Red Wolf

This is all based off of their respective traits and behavior in reference to the animal, not so much power scale.

Very brief explanation under the cut!

Monica: She's huge. She's powerful. She's a force of nature! It makes sense that her spirit animal would be a tank like the siberian tiger. They're the largest tiger species and even freak out smaller tigers.

Seraphina: She learned from the best! While not as large or strong as her mother was, she is still a force to behold. Sera is incredibly fierce, determined, and brave, which fits the animal. I also find them to look a lot more whiskery and cute so...

Vincent: How do you survive in a world where everything is bigger, stronger, and lethal? be loud! be angry! be aggressive! DESTROY. If you scream it out enough, they'll believe you. Not even lions mess with a pissed Honey Badger. They are also immune to snake venom out of pure tolerance. Metal.

Amon: Large and fluffy but still incredibly deadly, Amon sticks to his guns and goes about his life... While taking no shit in the process. He's also the beefiest and has the best hair. Kodiak bears are the biggest species of brown bear!

Nathaniel: Never underestimate the Cuttlefish. It has so many cards up its tentacles! including camouflage, great intelligence, hypnotism, and also perception of different light wavelengths. They're kind of jacks of all trades. I also find their huge noggins funny. Lol, Nate's big head.

Sonia: She's a yapper, she's playful, and she's a bouncy, kind of flighty person overall. Sonia is also known for her very... Foxy personality. It makes sense that part of her persona uses a Vixen! I also think the red suits her hair.

Eric: He's also a yapper. He loves to laugh, even when it's not appropriate! Life needs more fun. Eric is social, dynamic, and works well in a team. Hyenas are also known to be pretty intelligent and affectionate... At least among themselves.

Magnus: He's the créme de la créme. Millions upon millions of dollars and a sacrifice made by the head of operations behind VENUS was poured into his making. He is no clone. Nay, he is a prince, and the world is his inheritance. Thoroughbreds are the most expensive, high-end breeds out there. One of them, Fusaichi Pegasus, was sold for $70 million.

Strohl: Barbary Lions were hunted to near extinction, and now exist today in private collections, often to royalty and their sanctuaries. They're a gorgeous breed, with thicker, beautiful manes and intense eyes. It's odd, to think something so powerful exists in captivity. It is safe, living a rich life... But it is still a slave.

Katya: Savannah cats are a breed between domestic cats and african Servals. While many consider them to be higher range pets with beautiful pelts and an exotic size, they're still just as wild and tempermental as their ancestry allows... Some people find this out a bit too late.

Aura: Glass Octopids are a rather mysterious lot. They pretty rare and hard to spot in the oceans they're from! It's to the point that they can be found anywhere in their subtropical habitats, with few known habits and behaviors. They're also bioluminescent <3

Verra: She might be able to call upon the beasts she finds in her dreams, but regular, human Verra is pretty soft hearted. She doesn't care for conflict and prefers to live a easier life without stress. Sera worries sometimes about her lack of self preservation, though...

Han: She's partially bred with chimeric DNA, sourced and spliced from cats and beastshifters. She's got a very feline temperament because of it. She is also quite fluffy! She rivals huskies in shed yields.

Titan: Extremely, extremely aggressive, territorial, and deadly. Hippos kill 500 people a year. Lions kill 22. A hippo can bite you in half just for being in the general proximity of their river. Not even a crocodile does that. Hippos are essentially muscle tanks of mass death and terror, and they can also run up to 28 mph. So.

Karin: This bird-eating snake lures them in using their peculiar tails. The tails crawl and move around like spiders do when dragged on rocks, and the snake knows exactly how to make it seem like a juicy, perfect treat for the birds. Once the bird flies close enough, the snake bites it with several shots of venom and enjoys its meal. A fitting animal for a recruiter.

Samuel: Wolves are strong alone and stronger together, and their ability to fight for a united cause reflects Samuel quite well. He is ambitious but also focused and dedicated to his mission, doing his best to make sure his team pulls through... Even when he lives in a world that is full of threats.

[sharransepulchre]

Her mind did wander as she lie there, thinking of everything. Recounting their memories, lying here in their home, one they built with love, from dedication. It was clear that Katya had been taking care of their animals in her absence, and that thought alone did warm her heart. She thought of how it all began - Katya's cold, unfeeling sarcastic self, snapping at any chance she got and drunk nonstop. Seeing her sober back then was a miracle. Was she still rather heavy with her drinking? Of course she was. The Selûnite didn't tell her what or what not to do, Katya was her own woman.

There was something so special about their bond, though. Bound to one another, mating in every phase of the moon, bound by love, by blood. Shadowheart wondered if she was one of Katya's pack or not. She had met them on only a few occasions before - a show of great trust. They had both come such a long way, and she lingered on that thought.

Even still, she felt sick when the massive wolf pushed into the house, coming in from the chill of the outside, and approached her. She didn't have the heart to push her away. If anything, Shadowheart immediately accepted her appearance, curling into the massive beast, her fingers lacing into thick, cold fur. She could smell the outdoors on her - a clear sign that she had spent the last four days outside, just as she had, watching. Guarding.

Shadowheart turns over onto her back as her lover lays over her, before she turns again to face the massive wolf nuzzling into her body. Something she used to be so afraid of - but now, she couldn't live her life without. She buries her face into Katya's throat, burying her nose in her frosty fur, fingers tangling further in to clutch her closer. A shaky breath escapes her lips, and she draws in deep inhales of her scent. Nuzzling, against her throat, her jaw, ensuring that Katya smells of her again, as subtle as it is.

❝ katya . ❞ She starts, shaky, hesitant. A slender hand squeezes the fur in her palm. ❝ i tried to commune with the moonmaiden . ❞ She draws in a breath, the words hanging on the tip of her tongue, held tightly and not wanting to fall with the same ease as before. But it needed to be said.

❝ she hasn ' t answered . i was given nothing . i wanted to know why - why this was her answer to my prayers before . i see now that my sarcastic calls to her before regarding you were selfish . they were selfish , and they have led to this . i may get upset - but i shouldn ' t have expected you not to . this relationship needs to be two ways , and i have been so selfish lately . ❞ It was hard to admit. Seeing the error of her ways wasn't something she had been particularly good at. It had taken a lot of work to get to where she was now, from her old self as a Sharran - but she recognized that Katya had grown, too. Even if the woman would vehemently reject that idea.

She pulls her face back, sliding her hands up to the massive wolf's head, and she presses their foreheads together, finger lost in the scruff of her black fur.

❝ please forgive me for my transgressions . i could never have guessed that i would ever end up . . . pregnant . as terrified as i am , i can ' t get rid of this . i can ' t stop this . and if you cannot accept it , then . . . i respect your decision , if you choose to leave . i love you -- and i will not trap you here , force you to stay . if you stay , it will be only of your own volition - it will always be your choice . i will never rob you of that . ❞

Shadowheart was gone for days. She had given herself a lot to think about, and decided that the best way to deal with these turbulent emotions was to spend her nights howling at the moon. It was far too cold to be in her humanoid form, and had taken to rushing through the woods, the mountains, in her full lycanthrope form, allowing her silvered wolf to barrel through the wilderness. Sleeping during the day, and hunting during the long nights. She covered countless miles in this form, seeking out whatever openings and rocky crags she could find to challenge Selûne.

Selûne, the goddess who had cursed her with this affliction, who refused to answer her calls. No matter how many nights she spent howling at the visage of the moonmaiden, demanding responses, begging for guidance, she received nothing at all. Hopeless, weighed down by the reality that this could spell the end of her relationship, the defeated wolf trudged home with her tail between her legs.

Her fur had only kept her so warm, when Shar's nasty, vindictive curse had left her perpetually cold. She padded back to their residence, through the miles she had ventured away to their homestead, tucked into the wilderness a good bit away from any passing society. She might have fled off in anger, anguish, but she followed the scent home. Back to the partner that she was dreading to see again.

The Selûnite was shivering as she reached the door, shifting back into her humanoid form, icy fingers grasping the handle of the door, pulling it open quietly. An attempt to be as silent as possible - in hopes that Katya wouldn't hear her. Maybe she wasn't here. She could smell her lover - a scent that lingered in the air, brought her so much comfort before. Now, she only dreads it. She makes a b-line for the bedroom, pulling a robe free, to finally pull it over her shaky self. Shaky, from being shifted so long, and from the cold wracking her form. She goes through the motions - refilling the food dishes for their pets, getting more water from the pump for them, before she finds herself in front of the fireplace, throwing in the logs - and starting a fire from the charcoal already in it.

❝ ignus . ❞ The priestess mutters a simple fire bolt to the fuel, divine magic dancing off of her fingertips in dazzling sparks. She eases herself onto the rug, shifting down to lay on her side, facing the low blaze to warm herself. Shadowheart was too tired to do anything at the moment but warm up - exhaustion set into her bones, worry heavy in her heart as a hand settles against her stomach. There was no way this could have been a blessing - for all it did was rend them apart. She had to apologize - and accept whatever the consequences of this would bring. Getting rid of this was not an option, no matter how it split them apart.

[stella-sanguis]

@silvertiefling sent: " the truth has a way of rearing its ugly head. "

" SO it does, wolf, " Astarion all but spat. He wipes the remaining blood from his mouth -- caught in the act right in the middle of his hunt. Turns out Katya liked to have her supper around the same time; which was how they had ended up in this predicament.

" I should've known you were a werewolf by the way you stank like wet dog -- I just thought you had an aversion to bathing. " The elf sighs, tossing aside the rabbit carcass he had been feeding on. " ...I assume we'll have to come to an agreement now. You don't tell the others about my...condition, and I won't tell them you're a mangy mutt that rips her clothing off at the slightest hint of moonlight. Deal? "

[greeeenhand]

So I've been adjusting one of my old D&D characters for a seperate fantasy thing; and true to form, I'm indecisive about her design. For context, she's kind of a warrior princess; strong, but sweet, with an affinity for animals. I've named her Katya.

[aidendh]

I also did my oc Clawian, with a bonus Katya snek

(Katya belongs to @abel-not-gaybel )

Picrew

Some more Picrews of me and my OCs; Suke, Adrik and Aiden

Plus bonus vibes, idk what else to call it

(I don't know what the bottom pin is, I'm just using it as aromantic)

[dev1lsadvocate]

*sneaks into her tent in wolf form, shuffles her way under the blanket* <- 7ft of wolf definitely looks VERY subtle doing this

Mizora's first reaction was a sharp inhale and a glare sharper still, her fingers twitching like she was about to summon a Hellish Rebuke. A shadowy, massive thing was shuffling into her tent like it owned the place — a massive ball of fur, claws, and teeth.

“Graz'zt's cock—” she hissed, her voice low but venomous, though it quickly faltered when she realized what — or rather who — it was. Subtlety clearly wasn’t Katya’s strong suit.

The werewolf had curled itself under her blanket, entirely unbothered by her outrage. Mizora made an irritated grunt, her usual grace giving way to something far more human: tiredness.

She glared at Katya for another moment, as if considering whether to shove the beast out and reclaim her space. But hells, her body felt so heavy. The endless exhaustion of the past few days clawed at her like her wings had been clipped. The warmth of Katya's fur-covered body pressed closer. She hated how soft it felt.

“...Fine,” she muttered, more to herself than to the wolf, her voice dripping with reluctant surrender. Adjusting herself in the bedroll, she wrapped an arm around the massive creature, her fingers sinking into the thick, impossibly plush fur. She buried her face into it, letting out a muffled sigh.

“Don’t get used to this.” She mumbled against the wolf’s fur, though the softness of her tone betrayed her. And just like that, for once, Mizora let the... exhaustion — yes, it's totally exhaustion — win.