#ch: wolf

[ghostofashina]

"......... Please." "Hmm?" "Say... something."

Sir, you expect to bring sake and don't face consequences? Nuh-uh :p

[zinbu]

" I appreciate the vote of confidence! I must say, being 90% adorable and 10% “I’ll leave the toilet seat up just to keep things interesting” is a delicate balance.."

[bachanaliaa]

@wolf-innsheepsclothing

Ohhh Mr. Tall Dark and Stoic could actually speak.

Well, at least he was nice to look at, because damn was he kill joy. Yah know...the way the guy was looking at his smokes -

Angelo grins, tilts the pack toward him, "Sure yah don't want one? Then yah gotta find a lighter, handsome." Was he probably pushing his luck? Yes. Did he think this guy owned the place? Absolutely no way in hell.

But, he nods at the information about the matches at reception. He still has the pack of cigarettes out, but he tucks his one hand in his pack pocket, unlit stick still hanging between his teeth.

"No." Wolf scowled at their latest guest. Not that you could really tell, his face was pretty much permanently in a scowl anyway. New arrivals just made him extra jumpy lately, especially ones he knew little about. The reassuring thing? Whoever he had caught that day had definitely not had horns, so unless there was some other enchantment going on, it was not this one he needed to worry about.

But he was strange, and new, and so Wolf was suspicious. He also grated at the sight of the cigarette.

Once upon a time he had always carried a lighter, but not now. He'd had to give it up, along with everything else. It didn't mean he couldn't still smell the tobacco. "They will have more matches at reception." He ground out, remembering (after a beat) that Snow did still need customers, and Demi wouldn't thank him for upsetting them all.

@bachanaliaa

[bonus-links]

expression practice with some lads!

[springtrappd]

marta svetek -- voice of gregory, vanny, roxanne wolf in fnaf: sb and its dlc, ruin -- has joined kellen goff in voicing her thoughts on ai reproductions of her voice. again: if you want voice actors to maintain a living wage (and their own mental health), please respect her wishes and ensure that this kind of behaviour is heavily discouraged in the future.

full text of thread below the cut for brevity:

Been getting tagged in all kinds of posts and popular TikToks of people using AI voice clones of my FNAF characters to have them sing or say all kinds of random stuff. You might think it's fun. But really it's contributing to the problem all VAs are facing in the wake of AI. The more these AI voice clones get used, the more they're normalized, and the more businesses see it as a viable alternative to real VAs when making content for you. Slowly but surely, most of your favourite VAs will be out of work. Not to mention what this will cost in terms of future generations of VAs. Incredible performances we'll never get to experience because most businesses will more often than not go for the cheapest, quickest option as soon as the technology is up to scratch. This is made even worse by the fact that we currently have very few legal protections against the unauthorized use of our voices using AI. And we're being pressured to waive those too, for a fraction of their worth. This is one of the big reasons the current strikes are a thing. If you enjoyed my work in FNAF and have any respect for the amount of time and effort VAs put into bringing characters to life, don't use AI voice clones in your fanart. I can't express how violated I feel every time I hear my voice say words that aren't my own. And just in case it wasn't clear - I have never consented to having my voice, likeness or any of my performances synthesized into AI voices/avatars etc.

[urlknight]

One-Eyed Wolves are among many dangers that roam the wilds of the Houselands at night. Often found in packs, they possess a head almost the size of an entire human and an insatiable appetite for blood.

[soph-the-podcast-nerd]

I made some more podcast pins with some flags for fun :)

(I ran out of flags I wanted to use so wolf 359 isn’t really one, although I accidentally made it kinda American flag ish lmao)

I personally like the welcome to night vale and hello from the hallowoods the best, also I think the wolf 359 one turned out excellent I really like it

edit: i added some close ups under the cut :P

[wilimia]

When Shirahama writes smth encouraging about magic which also very much applies to art>>>>>

[soupercreeper]

podcast crossover sleepover!

[galedekarios]

Tell Blaidd and Iji… I love them.

[someguynamededdie]

Fellas what should I do? I can’t decide which podcast I should listen to next. I’ve listened to tma(gp), wtnv, and Malevolent all the way through, and I keep up with them as they update. But I’m at an impasse.

Feel free to give me any propaganda to sway me to whatever side. I just need a podcast.

[ghostofashina]

of cold nights and first times

Wolf felt the hit of alcohol both in his stomach and in his head. "It tastes funny." “You get used to it after a while,” Emma assured, also drinking from her glass, without showing any kind of reaction.

EMMA/WOLF — SAKE DRINKING — FLUFF — 3,072 WORDS.

For the first time, Wolf decides to drink sake with Emma and Sekijo. Finally.

READ ON AO3.

[zinbu]

@lured-into-wonderland

Wolf stood in the shadow of the crumbling warehouse, a silent sentinel in the gloom. The night cloaked him like a shroud, its inky darkness matching the depths of his thoughts. The task at hand was one he'd pondered endlessly, each scenario playing out like a grim rehearsal in his mind. His target, Nunnally, was the daughter of a formidable mafia boss—a fragile thread in a web of power and violence. Wolf knew the consequences, but a deeper resolve drove him, a silent fury that burned with a cold, relentless flame.

His eyes, sharp as the blade he carried, scanned the perimeter. There was no room for error. Every detail had to be perfect. The warehouse's decaying structure mirrored his own fragmented soul, each crack and fissure a testament to years of silent suffering. Yet, in this moment, he felt an eerie calm, as if the universe had aligned itself with his dark intent.

He moved with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, his breath steady. The stillness of the night was broken only by the distant hum of the city—a constant reminder of the life he once knew, now a mere whisper in the void. As he approached the side entrance, a faint creak of rusted hinges seemed to echo his own wearied spirit. He pushed the door open, slipping inside with practiced ease.

In the dim light, he spotted her—a fragile figure bound to a chair, her eyes hidden from anyone. Nunnally's presence was a stark contrast to the desolation around them. She was delicate, almost ethereal, and deep inside, Kim wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, yet he buried it deep, where such emotions could not touch him.

He stepped forward, his voice a low, almost soothing murmur, "Don't be afraid, Nunnally. This isn't personal," he continued, his tone devoid of malice, "but I need you to understand—this is necessary."

Wolf's mind drifted back to the countless nights spent plotting, the relentless ache of loss that had driven his own gang to this point. He was becoming the monster he had once sworn to destroy.

"You won't be hurt," the masked man assured her, though he knew his words offered little comfort. "This is about balance. Your father—he took everything from my boys."

His voice wavered slightly, betraying the storm within. He clenched his jaw, forcing the emotions back. "We all have our roles to play," he whispered, almost to himself. "You and I—we're just pieces on a board, moved by forces beyond our control."

There was no turning back. The path he had chosen was paved with darkness, and he would walk it to the end. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel the weight of his actions, the crushing inevitability of his choices. Then, with a final, lingering glance at Nunnally, he pulled the wolf mask off, its hollow eyes revealing his own. The mask hid his true emotions, especially the disappointment and regret that gnawed at his soul.

A question started burning on his lips, desperate for an answer he wasn't sure he wanted.

"Do you think you will forgive me one day? " His voice was raw, laden with the weight of unspoken suffering, as his eyes, now unshielded, searched hers for a glimmer of hope.

[cappymightwrite]

Úlf-grár/Wolf-grey

A tear had slipped free from her eye, catching at the corner of her mouth; she dashed it away with her hand. Tentatively, he closed the distance between them, taking up her hand in his. He stared down at it, pressing her slender fingers, her knuckles. He drew a long breath. “Do you hate me for the kind of life I have given you?”

(Or, as the long winter reigns, an uneasy union between cousins must weather the snows and storms.)

Thanks to everyone who voted in the recent poll... here it is, the angsty bookverse political marriage au! Yes, I know I said I'd finish MMoS before posting anything new but... well, I guess I lied!

[notebookmusical]

please, i've been on my knees, change the prophecy.

[frogfrogfrogfrogoose]

So i listened to all of WTNV in a month, TMA in three weeks (+ one day for TMAGP), and Malevolent in two weeks. Conclusion: i am a god and i must be fed. So my question is: