#Vexi the wolf

[thesmilegiver]

My three main fursonas. Cas Hyena, The Spotted Hyena with Fire elemental abilities. (Main fursona.) Aura, the timid wolf. Vexi, the loud but kind wolf.

[ahamkara-apologist]

Honestly, Saint's sins are worse than Eramis' by a long shot and I think he knows that, so I can't see any world where this huge charismatic russian robot man doesn't go to bat for her immediately and adamantly refuse to allow any bs

Oh for sure Saint's sins are way worse than Eramis's own- a crusade with the sole purpose of slaughtering as many Eliksni as possible is leagues above what Eramis did to her own House by unleasing the Vex upon them, which is about the extent of her actual crimes that I'm willing to count. Everything else she did was either under the control of the Witness- which she betrayed as soon as she possibly could- or was because of the whole Eliksni-Human wars, which we all know were a bloody fucking mess of horrors by two desperate people warring over resources. She's leagues above a good chunk of our allies in terms of keeping her hands clean, as outside of the whole vexy buisness, she really has done more good for her people than harm. Riis Reborn is the closest thing to an actual home-away-from-home for the Eliksni outside of House Light, and its much larger and came before House Light did, without the need to rely on the City's mercy to start out. Compare her to Mara, who sacrificed a huge chunk of her fleet to face Oryx, and who blew up several non-combatant Wolf ketches, and then to Saint, and Eramis is the one with far less blood on her hands despite both of them being 'good' guys. Hell, Eramis and her councel even rank above Ana Bray when it comes to honour, because her people laid down their arms when we surrendered- and we slaughtered them for it. She really does not have any reason not to hate humanity for that.

As for Saint, I certainly think that he'd vouch for Eramis, but if they actually met in person, I think they'd start fighting pretty quick. Saint is a good man, and he's a master at dealing with proud, grumpy old fucks, but he's close to Misraaks (who Eramis hates), and Eramis has a whole lot of beef with him as an ex-Devil. Pair that with Eramis's suicidal/guilt-driven belief that people can't change, and you've got an argument on your hands- at least from Eramis's side of things. Which really just makes me want to see that happen even more now, because I love Eramis getting pissy and hostile at even the slightest bit of help, but it had to be said that it likely would not go well at first XD

[atangledfate]

[ @greedandrebel ] Oh, the girls are back in town?, well, good thing Vex has been saving up gifs for them all, large bags of candies for all... along with a kiss on the cheek

" Candy! awww you know me so well Vexie! "

She giggled at the kiss and shoved her head in the bag of candy! Typical day with the Lemur!

The kiss was a surefire way to make the wolf hide her face! least in public she was still a very shy wolf! She was gonna fidget in place, boy the things that Possum could get away with!

[secretseecret14]

🖤vexi🤍

🤍Click for better quality🖤

Sorry for the flat colored and simpler style, I'm just lazy

[vex-bittys]

Relating to that question about phobias, I recently adopted a Honey Bo and wanted to know how he might react when he learns I have a fear of the dark, high places, and the ocean. (Wolf Girl Anon)

*First, it’s very important to let your Honey Bo (or any lamia bitty you adopt really) about any phobias that you might have. He won’t judge or mock you… well, he might say “I sea/see” when you tell him about your fear of the ocean, but that’s it. Instead, he will do what he can to make sure you can either avoid or overcome the phobias.

*For your fear of the dark, he’ll definitely make sure you have light sources at night. Nightlights don’t bother him in the slightest, and he wants you to feel safe and secure. He’ll probably try out a variety of cool nightlights like color-changing LED ones to make nightlight shopping more fun than a necessity. If the power goes out, he will emit a soft magical glow for you.

*For your fear of high places and the ocean, he’ll recommend not going near them. No sense in taking a tropical beach vacation if you can’t enjoy it. As for high places, he also won’t recommend any mountaintop or cliffside vacations, but he knows that heights just sometimes happen. 

*If you are in a high place and feeling frightened, he’ll hold onto you tightly, reassure you that he is there and will keep you safe, and carefully talk you through getting back to a safe space. He will also remind you that though his magic is not terribly strong, he can still use blue magic to save you in a pinch. He acknowledges and respects that you have phobias, and he’ll do his best for you always.

[leadthemissing]

What do you mean the two sides of vexis?

/Vexis is the kind of character who is GOOD at playing a role.

There is the side someone see's at face value. A friendly dad, who's comforting and caring and loves everyone. He gives off a carefree and unaware vibe. Probably Wouldn't hurt a fly.

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And then there is the side hidden underneath that. A man who is calculative and watching someone's every move. Hunting for any indicators that might tell him more than what's at face value.

This side of him is much more lethal and will not hesitate to take someone out for the sake of protecting himself, or someone he considers family./

[bilbo-fettt]

Ah yes, the four wizarding houses:

Rancor 💛🖤

Loth Wolf ❤️💛

Shyyyo 💙🧡

and Vexis 💚🖤

Along with their house founders.

[arryk-stormbane]

Baroo, as has been his habit since the little saurid that Arryk dubbed Gon began following him around, makes an irritated huffing sound as the death knight passes through the rooms Fina found for them near the docks and throws himself dramatically at Laurent’s feet. Arryk shakes his head and smiles in response to Laurent’s silent chuckle as he signs quickly “Going to do some blacksmith work, back in a few hours, let Fina know.” Laurent nods and idly gives the huffy falcosaur a few scratches on his head as Arryk leaves, Gon padding behind him. Time to do some work, Arryk thinks, get back on my feet.

He finds Vexy in the stable that adjoins the inn that they’ve largely taken over, the raptor honking happily at him, and he picks up Gon and places him in one of her saddlebags before effortlessly climbing onto her back. He realizes that it’s their time here in Zandalar that marks the first time she’s served as his mount on occasions when Fina isn’t tearing through the landscape on the mechanohog while he sits in the sidecar and calculates how long the suspension will withstand the battering she’s putting it through; of late, on the odd occasions he’d traveled alone in the Broken Isles, he’d rode his warwolf Gyre. But even without Gyre turning into a protective mothering wolf to watch over Arethusah, Zandalar simply isn’t suitable for a frostwolf to visit, so Vexy was the best option. There were some of the Zandalari that spoke of her as he had ridden her through Dazar’alor, razzashi raptors being held in high esteem there, and a few even whispered that she was loa-touched, favored of Gonk.

Arryk just knew she was perhaps too smart for her own good and could get into no small amount of trouble, and if that meant she was loa touched, then she was.

He rides upward through the city, his mind, as usual, split in several different directions. This means he only loses his way a couple of times, and resolves that he will pay more attention the next time that Fina drives them through the sprawl of the golden city, and part of him knows that is a lie. He thinks of the work that brought them here-to be perfectly accurate, the work that Fina had been given by Mograine to look into the rumors of the blood trolls of Nazmir and of the threat of the Old Gods said to be behind it-and suppresses a shudder at the memory of the blood moon that sat above the Necropolis of Bwonsamdi. Of the terror that it brought him, seeing it for the first time with Laurent and Dorian on either side of him. The old wound of Soulweeper, still festering in him.

The dream still calling for blood. You haven’t spilled enough.

He shakes his head to clear it, realizing he has reached the base of the summit of the pyramid that holds the Great Seal, where a series of shrines to the loa were located. He is momentarily amused to see the usual wild crowd of supplicants to Jani, having dumped a pile of garbage on the stones before an idol, and Gon lets out a happy squeal as they pass, the saurid apparently the chosen beasts of Jani. Surrounded yourself with a lot of load blessed animals, Arryk thinks. That could prove useful in time.

He reaches the Terrace of Crafters and spends a few minutes negotiating with the hulking Forgemaster Zak’aal for a sizable lot of storm silver ore, likely paying far more than it is worth and letting the Forgemaster know he’s aware of it. The coffers of the Ebon Blade, after all, were financing this expedition, so if the locals screwed him a little on some ores, well, Mograine would be the one eating it. He balks at paying a rate for the use of a forge and anvil, saying that the work he was doing would benefit the expedition to Nazmir and therefore Princess Talanji. A good name drop, Arryk thought, never hurt, especially when it was the name of the well liked princess.

He sets to work, thinking on the problem at hand. He’d read some of Fina’s preliminary reports on Nazmir, in particular the corruption being spread by the imprisoned Titan experiment G’huun. Some of it was far above his head, but there was a simple notion in all of it that he did understand; creatures infected by the corruption of G’huun had a quality to their flesh and blood that was highly corrosive, and over time could break down most metals. Even slight exposure to it could dull blades and scar surfaces; Fina had already requested delivery of more of the biohazard garments that she and Val wore to do their work on the samples they collected; Arryk had quickly worked up a bit of an ad-hoc containment system for the room that served as their lab to deal with the virulence of the corruption.

He isn’t worried about Val’s health as he helps Fina; he’s been doing it for years now, with creatures that were as dangerous. Anything that could really, truly, hurt Val, Fina would send him away, and she hadn’t allowed him to work with the corruption samples until she was certain it would be safe.  No, he thinks as he forges and shapes the steel, he’s worried about something simpler: Val’s favorite set of tools that he uses in his work, especially his scalpels. Val is fond of showing them off for his boyfriends by putting them in a garter under his robes, and, well, if the work is going to ruin them…

Presently, the work is finished. A complete, identical set of his tools, with special attention to his scalpels, with the addition of a very ornate dagger in the Zandalari style, to serve as a close weapon in case something manages to get past the others in the group, Val’s massive riverwallow (the cost of having a mage portal the living tank he rides, Arryk deems, was worth it) and Val’s use of the Shadow. Plus, he thinks, his husband is very pretty with a pretty dagger, after all. He smiles and says to himself “Happy birthday, Val.”

[rose-red-ink]

This is a bit from my WIP Lightbringer. The couple has a dream link they can use to talk to one another over long distances. (Its a bit edited to cut out exposition asdfbahqns)

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Her dream smelled of daisies, warm grass. And another smell, that made her lips curl in a smile. Sandalwood. 

She didn’t open her eyes, instead rolling over in the meadowgrass to find him, lying next to her. She buried her face in his chest, breathing in his scent, feeling the warm rumble of his laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Moons above us.” he said, eyes still closed. His words echoed through her mind. Not spoken, exactly. This was their minds, nothing was really spoken. At his words, their shared memories flooded together, quietly confirming each other’s identities. 

Moons above us, to remind them of a night they’d spend together. The white and lavender light of the full moons illuminating a small town’s courtyard. Dancing together to the music of a lute and fiddle. A kiss, shared late into the evening, on the rooftops they’d climbed to watch the stars. 

“Past behind us.” she replied, smiling. 

Not a memory this time, this was a resolve, spreading through both of them, strong and unflinching to their cores. Mistakes were in the past. And that was where they’d stay. 

She opened her eyes to see Tam there, looking down at her with a smile.

“You’re late.” Tam thought at her, propping himself up by his elbows. 

She rolled off of him, sitting cross legged in the grass. “You went to sleep too late, and missed the hour and a half I actually had, before we got attacked by wolf corruptions.” 

Tam’s eyes widened, and he shot up. “Attacked?! By who? Did Aster get killed?” 

Cavex raised an eyebrow. “Tam, do you really think I would start this out by snuggling into your chest if someone had gotten killed?” 

He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking. “I don’t know, Vexy. I’m sure you’ve been missing me, and I cannot deny my own charms.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, first of all, total nix on the “Vexy.” No, none of that.” 

“Really? I think it’s cute.” 

“You’re already pushing it with Vex.” 

“Fair enough.” 

"We're all okay. It was a nasty scuffle, but we made it to a town. We'll be at Juurith in a few weeks. Anything to report on your end?” 

    He shook his head. “Just that I miss you.” he reached out, gathering her in his arms. 

    She leaned into him, smiling a little. “I’ve only been gone a couple weeks.” she reminded him, tucking her head into his chest. 

    “Mmm. I know.” he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “Stay with me until we wake up?” 

    She nods, and they settle back into the grass, the sweet, warm smell of grass lulling her to sleep. 

    Before she fell asleep, she murmured into his ear. “Love you.” 

    “I love you too, Vex.” 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Please share a shippy moment from your WIP with me :)

[thesmilegiver]

I forgot to upload this!  It was for pride month last month!  Aaaaah! This is my fursona, Vexi, wearing the Bisexual colors ^^

[dxentertainment]

Cleveland quintet The Vexies’ debut LP We Were The Vexies is a non-cookie cutter record indie rock enthusiasts will be proud of. Per their Bandcamp page, singer and rhythm guitarist Ray wrote most of the album, which was produced by Jimmy Wilkens and mastered by Gabe Swarts. Rounding out the five-piece are lead guitarist Wilhelm Bruening (and singer on the third track), vocalist/tambourine player Kelly Porter-Santamaria, bassist Michael Oswald, and drummer Matt Ebinger. Together, the group put together an album in which could see some major play with the right marketing.

The Vexies are a clone of no one, which makes their album a delight to hear in a multitude of places. The songs have a happy-go-lucky, free spirited feel to them. For instance, the last track on the 10-song record titled “Two Bullets” doesn’t tell a sun-shiny story but how it is executed by the band is sheer brilliance and will have folks singing along to the chorus on road trips and at live shows.

“Shhh!” is the album’s only tune to be written and sung by Bruening and has a real 1960s surfer rock vibe to it. Porter-Santamaria also has singing duties on this song and helps reinforce its beach party dance feel. Regarding the record’s other nine songs, Ray states on Bandcamp, “Some people can go through life blaming everybody else, but that doesn't work for me. Facing these flaws and admitting they exist is the only way I can get to them. So I sing about it.”

Other notables from We Were The Vexies are the hoppy surf rock song “Whoa! Horsey”, the throwback “On 2nd Thought”, and “Big Bad Wolf”. The entire record is one that would not be out of place being played in a supermarket, doctor’s office, or local diner. The Vexies have concocted a series of tracks with substance that are soothing despite the grim subject matter. In a twist, because of how easygoing the songs are laid out, listeners will get a sense of pleasure from the songwriters’ pain. It is advised one access the album online or hear these tunes at a live show to get a taste of the storytelling Ray and Bruening have served up.

[thesmilegiver]

Vexi and her boyfriend Kito.   (We are not together outside of our Fursonas.  Let me make that clear.)

[thesmilegiver]

I almost put my nsfw stuff here, then I realized that Tumblr sucks ass, and I cant post my NSFW art anymore. Ah.  So this is why I hate this site.

[thesmilegiver]

Update 3.

[thesmilegiver]

Update 2. Again there are some that I forgot her eye markings.  As to I’m still getting the design fully set in my mind.

[thesmilegiver]

Update 1.   Vexi is now my full on Fursona.  These are all pictured inspired to be stickers on Telegram. Even I tend to forget some of her markings.  Usually the eyes. Update on her design that are not included in her old art.  After I fully went and put her as my new fursona, she got glasses.