#Vilk

[zawieja]

Iron wolf oc

[imagescuisantes]

[parallelthebatart]

[C] // @Vilksuit

super fun fursuit drawover for @vilksuit ✨✨

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[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Vilk Stolem

[wesleyscreaming]

reading the wikipedia page for Ladonia (micronation that was proclaimed as a result of some beef between an artist and local authorities) and burst out laughing at this

”yeah, we recognize sweden as a country. because we fucking hate them. but we dont believe they exist, because they never said that they did.”

[shewolfofvilnius]

Swears I'm not playing Trespasser on my 'canon' Inquisitor until DA4's release date is at hand.

Deletes original modlist from 2022.

Only just rebuilds it.

FINALLY gets video of my inquisitor, Vilkė, kissing Blackwall Thom Rainier after TWO AND A HALF YEARS.

Veilguard releases in six weeks.

Two years later still laugh heartily at naming my character "she-wolf" in Lithuanian (hint my tumblr s/n is my AO3 u/n which was created as a place to host my Lavellan fic) - then romancing Blackwall instead of Solas. (oops)

NOW I'm ready for Trespasser.

[seagulley]

a little seagull under the tree

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Elf Operating License Revoked (semi-canon short)

Eragon settled back against the pillows. He was tired, but he wanted to spend time with Saphira, even if it was just through the window. He hadn’t gotten a moment alone with her since before the battle, and he still felt uncomfortable having their mental link so freely open in the crowded hospital.

Still…he could probably make his room empty at least.

Arya straightened when he looked over. “Need something?”

“Well….” He paused. The elf was hypervigilant as always, now especially so. She hated leaving him unguarded while he was injured, no matter his protests. “You haven’t gotten anything to eat all day. The cafeteria should still be open. Why don’t you go get something?”

The woman crossed her arms. “I’ve got rations.”

“Oh, come on. Those hardly qualify as food.”

Arya tucked her chin to her chest. She was honestly looking for an excuse to leave, stretch her legs, not that she would tell Eragon or Saphira that. Well, Saphira already knew. The dragon was watching the exchange, linked only to Eragon and not letting any hint of her disposition leak out to the elf. Seemed she hadn’t told her Rider that Arya wasn’t exactly there on her own accord. 

She itched to get her gear from the nurses station. Alice was still on duty, she’d chase her off, but if Tyler was there then he might be sympathetic when her back was turned. He’d been a combatant before shifting to medical, he’d understand what it was like. They even had Wyrda there, stuck under the charting cabinet where she couldn’t reach it without being obvious. Vilks was being very thorough. 

Finally, she looked up. “You two wanna be alone, huh?” 

Eragon gave her a sheepish smile. “It’d be appreciated. I know you don’t want to let us out of your sight, but….”

The elf waved his concern off. “No, I get it.” She looked to the window, where Saphira casually rested her scale-armored jaw like a sunbathing cat. “You know how to reach me if something’s up. How’s fifteen sound?”

‘Better than nothing.’ 

“Then I’ll leave you both to it. If I see Brom I’ll chase him off.”

With that the elf gave them a nod and slipped out the door. She checked the bustling hall and did her best to blend into the hubbub, making her way to the nurses station.

Eragon let out a long sigh. ‘Alone at last.’

Saphira snorted. ‘Arya’s become quite the hawk over you, Little One.’ The thread of resentment was clear. Watching over Eragon was her job, no one else could do it like she could. Arya was just getting in the way. 

‘She’s just worried about us. You know, she’s been watching you, too.’ Another derisive snort. Watching over a dragon, bah! ‘Admit it. You like being coddled sometimes.’ Eragon smiled broadly at Saphira’s warning growl. ‘Arya’s just trying to make sure we’re safe.’

A sudden, sharp yelp from the hall snapped both their heads to the door. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing out here!”

The Rider didn’t have time to question the surge of mirth from his partner. Tromping footsteps, accompanied by what Eragon could only call pained babbling of protests and half-apologies, drew closer before the door banged open. Dr Vilks, the Varden chief of all things medical mixed with the weird and wild (of which the two occupants of this room were indeed classified as), marched in.

Dragging a cringing elf, half bent over backwards and stumbling as he pulled her along the wrong way round, by the literal tip of her ear.

“Lemme go, that hurts, come on Vilks this isn’t fOW you rat BASTARD!” Arya devolved into that mix of garbled common Elvish and Common swearing again, ending with an almost amusing squeak when Vilks applied his thumbnail to her ear.

“Out of bed. Out of bed! After everything I told you, you get out of bed!” Eragon covered his mouth, trying his best not to start giggling. Vilks wasn’t the most imposing of the Varden’s doctors. He only stood around five-ten to Arya’s near six-one, but that didn’t stop him from pulling her around like an admonished child. Elfling? Elfling. “Where did you even get the change of clothes, I specifically told Brom to keep your go bag at the embassy!”

“This is duress! I have rights!” Arya flailed, tried to dislodge the man’s hand. Another pinch stopped the attempts. “I’m a soverginVilks!” 

“I damn well warned you, Arya. I said by your ear.” The greying doctor looked up, suddenly appearing to remember the dragon and Rider. “Say. Eragon, Saphira, would you like to learn a very interesting self defense tactic?”

Eragon raised his eyebrows and looked to Saphira. She had tucked her head so that her jaw was hidden below the windowsill, but he got the distinct impression that she was smiling. “Sure.”

Vilks grinned. “Allow me to demonstrate how to deactivate an elf.”

Arya’s eyes shot wide. “Don’t you dare, I swear on this fucking mountain–” 

“One ear.” Vilks brought up his other hand. “Two ears.” 

Viper quick, the man seized the elf’s other ear and applied pressure with his nails to both, giving the outer curve of the points a good, solid pinch.

Arya let out a half strangled choking noise and dropped to the floor like a sack of rocks.

Saphira snorted, this time followed by a racking in her throat. Laughter. Eragon clapped politely.

“It’s not long lasting. But it’s good when you need unruly patients to cooperate.” 

The elf’s voice drifted up from the floor, thready and laced with ill-defined malice. “I hate you all.”

[neoninky]

Youtube out here not only making me all fluffy-sappy-sap over RookVil but also reminding me that I like Mitski’s music 😂💜

Honestly tho of all the boy luv TWST ships I see in the fandom, the Queen and the Huntsman is definitely one of my favorites 🤌✨

[zawieja]

friend I won't forget

[roughridingrednecks]

Vilks

[ifreakingloveroyals]

Through the Years → Victoria, Crown Princess of Sweden (700/∞)

19 December 2022 | Before Christmas, the Crown Princess, Prince Daniel, Princess Estelle and Prince Oscar visited the Royal Opera in Stockholm to see Cinderella. (Photo by Sören Vilks/Kungliga Operan/Kungahuset)

[windona]

PROMPTING NIGHT BABYYYY: Outlaws AU; Mikhail's and Anja's tracking of Brion after his exile from Markovia. Bonus points: they see him with his new BFF Jason Todd

"Fucking Judge Broks," Mikhail said as he pushed his tinted glasses to his nose.

"Fucking Baazovi," Anja corrected. "Now, quit your grousing. We're on the hunt."

"I will grouse as much or as little as I like while getting the job done." Nonetheless, Mikhail checked over his notes. "This matches the scenery from those TokToks with our rogue royal in the background. He will be here."

Anja glanced up from the shaded area outside the tavern, making as if she was taking in the lovely scenery instead of scanning the crowd. "It's TokTiks. I appreciate the gesture, but a bit of fear and nerves keeps me from getting complacent."

Mikhail took a drink, letting the tea slide down his throat for the little it did. Anja sipped on her ginger and juice, laughing slightly and letting her lips slide like she had a couple of shots. Flickering his eyes to follow hers, he saw the target.

There was Brion, potentially formerly Markov. He was walking with a tall and broad youth, matching the dimensions of Red Hood. Anja's smack of the lips confirmed it.

The two walked forward to the bar, without the girl they were known to associate with. The broad youth paid for the drinks orders. Then the two stood rather close together.

As Mikhail watched, they went even closer and tenderly kissed. As the bartender handed the couple their drinks, the broad youth held up a glass to let Brion sip from. Unable to watch, Mikhail turned his head in disgust.

Anja made as if to dab at his lips with a napkin, silently giving her 'get a hold of yourself' stare.

"We need to take him back."

"Not our orders. That could make things worse."

[tf2demo2004]

[shewolfofvilnius]

@wardencallings While my Warden and Hawke were both in F/F relationships and led far too chaotic lives to adopt with Leliana/Isabela so were never so blessed…

Then there’s Lavellan and Blackwall. About five years post Trespasser, they have a son, followed eighteen months later by a daughter. She has her father’s dark hair and light complexion, while he could almost be a twin of his mother at that age save only having obviously rounder ears and slightly more human nose.

Interestingly, when the four took a trip to the Crossroads, the kids seemed to get a tiny but more elfy while there, but before she and Thom could talk about it, things with Solas gained a new urgency…

Do any of you headcanon that your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor had children following the events of their games? Please tell me about them, I love next gen stuff so much!!!

[delinquenzanews]

Andy Vilk lascia la FIR per abbracciare una nuova sfida internazionale

La Federazione Italiana Rugby annuncia che Andy Vilk lascerà il proprio ruolo di consulente tecnico dell’Italia 7s maschile per impegnarsi in una nuova sfida internazionale come capo allenatore. Andy ha ricoperto il ruolo di Capo Allenatore dell’Italia 7s maschile per otto anni, guidando gli Azzurri dal 2014 al 2022 e continuando a lavorare come consulente durante il mandato di Matteo Mazzantini.