#darkwood wolfman scenario

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Request Time,, been awhile since I have popped in. Darkwood request, headcanons. The wolfman befriending or having a friend in the woods that appears like really normal, like more normal than everyone else but the only thing off about them is the black slime tendrils that protrude from their mouth. They wear something to hide their mouth, with wolfman being the only one to ever see it when they eat.

The Wolfman Discovering You're Really Like That

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[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: For those of you coming from the tags, I got really tired of calling the Wolfman from Darkwood “Wolfman” so I named him Lucjusz bc I was thinking of Poland but somewhere down the line me and the cryptid (asker above) ended up writing him more as Russian.

I remember the conversation that bore this concept well.]

Lucjusz doesn't befriend anyone easily and we know this very well. I don't know why you'd WANT to be friends with him because he's kinda,,,, kinda messed up?

But as your friend. Lucjusz is a really solid guy. Protective and takes care of you in his own weird way.

The forest really, really messed with him. We knows this based on evidence in the game. There's a few theories as to how he got to be the way he was, but the one I like the most is that the hunter, who was married to the Pretty Lady, killed a wolf and mounted it on his wall. When the Being came in, it took the hunter's obsessive love and the mounted trophy wolf hell-bent on revenge and made him.

These two parts of him are things he will never forget. They impact him in everything he does.

So how the hell do you get out of it so easy?? He sees you and is like,,,, normal human,,,,???? How??? That's very bizarre. Doesn't understand it or even like it at first. Thinks you're hiding something at first.

It's pretty normal to cover your mouth in the woods due to the heavy spores and the fog which makes it hard to breathe so he doesn't really get on you for that.

But eventually, your friendship gets close enough that he offers you some deer meat he managed to hunt and well, you take off the covering and what the hell is that?

He just stares at you. Not able to take his glowing yellow eyes off of you are you eat.

Protruding from your mouth is like, a whole bouquet of these inky black tendrils that curl and seem near acidic?

"What?"

He stares at you some more.

"What??"

"I knew you were fucking hiding something."

Anyways he doesn't really care after that. Just kinda feels justified that something was going on with you and he was right.

He thinks you should let those guys out more often just to freak out non mutated humans.

He wonders why you got affected this way, and what kind of sense of humor the woods had because of this.

It lets you blend into village society kinda? So you have an advantage.

He kinda has you around for food reasons because he doesn't want to eat all of that or all of that alone, but like, he thinks those tendril things are cool.

He will obnoxiously ask for you to hold stuff with them.

But overall, the man doesn't mind at all. It is what it is. He's seen weirder in the woods, just wonders why you got off relatively easy in comparison to so many others roaming the woods.

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Being like Bros™ with Lucjusz??

I mean we have talked a little bit about me be absolutely on like homie level with Lucjusz but more headcanons pleaseee

The Wolfman, but He's Like Your Estranged Uncle

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[Warnings: Lucjusz in himself is a warning, language]

[AN: For those of you coming from the tags, I got really tired of calling the Wolfman from Darkwood "Wolfman" so I named him Lucjusz bc I was thinking of Poland but somewhere down the line me and the cryptid (asker above) ended up writing him more as Russian.]

Still in the Woods

He just kinda adopts you as his own??? No other way to say it. He sees you, makes fun of you, makes you question your religious beliefs and then adopts you. No one can make fun of you but him.

He pops in and out of your life in the most bizarre way. He does not care if you miss him or not, he visits you on his own time and whenever he remembers.

Lucjusz will go on rants in Russian. If you speak any of the languages he's familiar with (Russian, Polish, Ukrainian) he's much more prone to speaking those over English. He says translating everything to English is a waste of time and rather would not.

With that comes him wanting to teach you Russian because yeah. That's better. Learn his language.

Weirdly helpful to you. Your stairs broke?? He fixed them in the middle of the night.

Does not let you travel alone in the woods when the night comes because he knows how dangerous it could be. Either you stay at his camp talking about stuff well into the early hours of the morning or he takes you back to your home himself. Yes, he would risk going to the village just to see you home safe.

You can come to him for any advice and if it details another person he will offer to eat them. I mean that legitimately.

Depending on what you're doing in the woods, he'll get you special things you need through his time as a trader. There are other messed up individuals in the woods like him, and they all deal in similar, but different enough shady matters.

If you live in the village he'll hang out on your back porch will no one will bother the two of you. Or he'll come into your house, make some coffee and stay until that's done. Though, he never actually stays the night. Outright refuses it.

He protects you more than you could ever know.

Lucjusz has his sweet moments. They're rare, but you see parts of him no one else sees.

Lots of late night campfire talks. It's peaceful.

Always has coffee or tea ready. He likes coffee best, but whatever you want to drink he will too.

That does not stop his alcohol consumption though. He has freakishly high tolerance and does NOT get wasted unless he's drank an entire Binny's. That doesn't happen often.

His sarcasm and cutting vocabulary does not stop. In fact, it's even worse because he knows you'll put up with it.

He's a really solid friend though. People think he'd screw over his friends but the man is loyal to a fault and that's the most bizarre part of him.

Not in the Woods

In the out of the woods section, I tend to keep Lucjusz as a shady individual who deals in not legal things.

He's no longer in pure survival mode so the shenanigans go up ten fold.

He's the kind of guy to call you at 11 at night and tell you he's coming over only to honk the horn and say he's actually outside. Going with him to places and saying no to these excursions is not an option.

He also likes to go to really weird places that have even weirder people. They're always really fun and aren't that overwhelming!

Lucjusz will send you lots of memes throughout the day. He's actually not that big on texting because he finds it boring. Is more prone to video chatting/calling or just sending memes lmfao.

He is the scary guard dog. No one will get near you while he's around. He's protective by nature.

He's the definition of problematic without actually being problematic or holding problematic views?? People legitimately like to hate him and he likes hating them back too. It's just his thing. People ask how you're like best friends with him and you can't explain it but it works.

Because he's still dealing in not entirely legal things. he will sometimes gift you equally not legal things. Ranging from drugs to arms, it's like a reward.

He knows what tiktok is and finds it stupid. Does that stop him from making an account and sending you the most surreal memes? No.

Invites you over to his home a lot. It's somewhere on the edge of the city at the edge of the forest. He can't seem to leave it. The two of you spend a lot of time on the front porch in the summer watching the fireflies, pleased you don't have to fight for your life when the night comes.

He drives around with you a lot. He strikes me as the kind of guy to have a truck. So-.

Also his cooking is pretty good?? He will have you over for meals.

Yes, the two of you have gotten chased through a cornfield in the middle of Illinois at 3am by a farmer and their family wielding literal pitchforks it's called character development.

He uses snapchat. Hundreds of strangers follow him simply because his stories are insane. You ever see that guy Skweezy?? It's like him, but a lot meaner and a lot more swearing in Russian. You are part of those snap stories.

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[Shay, Darkwood, 19, She/They, Platonic, The Wolfman/Lucjusz] Hiya, bitchhhh How's my favorite communist peepaw holding up in the hellish woods? I hope business is going great. I wouldn't doubt you have eaten a few people, sometimes they deserve it. I just thought I send this letter with the next poor fool that went off for guns to you. If you ate him and are reading this cause you looted his body, then well it is like that. So what is my cryptid ass been up to? Oh, the fun stuff. School and that stuff. You know the important stuff to life I guess. I kind of miss bothering you in the woods, you know probably scaring the locals. Man, I would kill to be doing that again but academics are my life right now. Is this maybe a personal call to come and bail me out of the city? Possibly, do with this information what you will. Well, I don't think I have much interesting to report other than people here are fucking crazy, probably worse than the woods at times. Sometimes living in a "high-end meth neighborhood" kind of has its perks cause super weird stories to come from it ya know. I think that's it, I also hope the fucker didn't drink the bottle of vodka I sent with him too like it better be there and if not, eat him. That cost me good money. Anyways, ya furry. I miss hanging out with you and doing illegal stuff from time to time. Enjoy the vodka and possibly meat because I have no clue how that interaction is playing out if the vodka is not there. - Shay

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You don't deserve a proper greeting "bitchhh"

You somehow manage to bypass official governmental rulings and protections in these fucking woods (they're my goddamn woods) just to insult me and you have the nerve to act familiar with me? Do you know who you're talking to? Do you know who I am and the influence I carry both in this world and yours? You're an indignant child.

I guess I did miss you after all.

Business is business, and yes, it is going well. I have been going a lot of trading with some ugly fucker that comes by at all odd hours of the night. He looks a lot like the other Trader, but he's no where near as pleasant as that one I am used to. I am currently in the process of getting that ugly fucker to get me a key from that house that reeks of chickens to get back my girl. I should eat something. Tell me, are you frustrated with anyone? Recently? And how angry are you over them? I let your little birdie go. He gave me an AR 15 and a butterfly blade when I attempted to eat him. I do not see those often here. He was lucky.

I still do not exactly know how you made it out of here the way you did. The trees grow thicker and thicker by the day and the villagers are crying. I can hear that fucking sow screeching at all hours of the night. She's starving, did you know that? She's starving and Hanuska is to blame. Gods bless Hanuska. You prodding anything that's dead yet? Isn't that what you're in school for? Maybe I can show you a real dead body, if that's your thing. I do not always enjoy cleaning the things I eat.

I imagine meth addicts are more preferable than religious zealots. I guess in your area, those would be referred to as "Mormons". I would willingly take a red chomper or that fucking chicken smelling hag over them any day.

Leave your window unlocked for a few nights, and consider what happens after a thank you for the alcohol. That stupid fucking shrine knows I do not have enough of it these days.

Oпа!

- L.

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Hey there, hope this ain’t a bother, just wanted to put in a letter request for your “letter to those you hold dear” event. The name’s Flynn, I go by they/them, 21 years of living, and this here letter is for the Wolfman (Darkwood). Platonic stuff but with a surprise confession in the end. (And a warning and pardon for some of my language here)

Hey there wolfie, it’s me, the human who keeps bothering you whenever they feel like it. I know, I know, you’re probably gonna do good on your promise to hunt me down and kill me for callin’ ya “wolfie” for the hundredth time and all but in my defense I hardly, no, don’t know anyone else who has a wolf’s head. And tail. And claws.

Anywho, just checking in on my second favorite person to see how you’re doin’ and all, what with you always being away tradin’ guns and other random stuff with the shadiest people I have ever heard of (thanks to your stories). I guess I just can’t shake the feelin’ that you’re always in some imminent danger or somethin’. Call me a worrywart all you want Lucjusz, you know I can’t help but to check in on you through letters like these every now and then.

Ah screw it, guess there’s no hidin’ it, what with my shaky writing that just seems to get worse with every second.

Look, a couple days after you left my house, some rando banged on my door. And when I asked him what the hell his problem was, he demanded to know where the “guy with a wolf’s head” went to. Obviously, I covered your ass, told him he could go look for you in his asshole. Then slammed the door on his face. The fella banged on my door again, almost making the damn thing go off its hinges, before tellin’ me he was messing with someone who could easily kill me without anyone knowin’.

I know you’ve always told me to toughen up, to always have my eyes peeled especially since I’m friends with someone like you. Remember when you warned me against being associated with someone like you? That I’ll either get myself hurt or killed by your enemies or even by your own claws? Despite all that, I stayed. I dunno why, but I guess I have some sorta inclination towards dangerous circumstances. And people. Hell, you’re probably laughing at my sorry ass while you’re reading this, tellin’ me I shouldn’t have messed with things I couldn’t handle.

So, before that guy could get his hands around my throat, I’m leavin’. For now. Where I’m headin’, I’m not sure, but I’ll find some way to let you know where I am through a letter. And before it’s too late, I needed to tell ya that I…like you. Nah, screw it, I love ya alright? I know, hilarious, I fell in love with the “big bad wolf” and all. Hopefully this wouldn’t be the last bad decision I’ll make in my life.

Anyways, bye for now, and hope ya got this letter.

(Wooo, sorry if my letter seemed a bit “dramatic,” the writer in me and my imagination just couldn’t help but to write this down after reading the past letters submitted for the Wolfman. There ain’t much content for the snarky and snappy Wolfman, and I was really ecstatic to find someone who writes for the guy 😅 anyway, enough of my ramblings, thanks for answering this letter!)

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[AN: Nonsense, not too dramatic at all. Sometimes you guys get weirdly chaotic and dramatic?? Makes me wonder how the letter gets written to begin with in the context of your situation but! That's none of my business, I'm just here to type.]

Привет Flynn,

Good, you finally got the idea that one of these days I will hunt you down. Happy to see if written from your own hand. I hate nicknames, pet names, what have you. I only accept you as much as I do because you are amusing. Once that runs out, well, we will see what happens next.

I am only your second favorite person? The fucking nerve on you. Guns are guns, not going anywhere. And what do you expect? It is the woods. You respect the woods or you die. That is a rule you must live by, otherwise... Pray for the morning light, though I doubt it would reach you if you did not have my glorious self watching out for you.

I have no idea why people who wish to do business with me knock and berate the people I barely consider friends and regulars. I do not respect people who do not seek me out themselves. Even that ugly fucker from a few months back had the gall to come find me himself. He was a good trade partner - fun while it lasted - but gods was he fucking ugly. But, it is true. I warned you time and time again that someone like me is not easy to be befriend or even do business with. My bite is much worse than my bark, and I am not shy to admit that I could legitimately eat you given my instincts take over. Furthermore, the people I do business with? They are all awful. I know they are awful. If they were not, they would not be doing business with me. Guns. Drugs. Paraphernalia I find disgusting and lacking morals myself. The list goes on.

You willingly put yourself in danger just writing to me.

Your admittance of love is further testament that you do not have a good head on your shoulders. It is stupid, brainless almost, to admit such warm feelings. This is not some fairytale, this is not some little game, and I am not a good man.

In the end, I devour you, just like her. And the gods know how I long for that type of feast. Maybe you will be sweeter than her.

Take care of yourself, króliczku

- L.

[bunnywithablog]

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Letters To Those You Hold Dear

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1st Letter

Scenario note/context: me and the Wolfman have just entered into a romantic relationship. Writing to one another and all. Wolfman no longer lives in the Forest/Darkwood, but used to before the Stranger burned it all down. (p.s. you can delete this once you post it, hehe)

Name: Faith (pen name)

Fandom: Darkwood (specifically for Wolfman/Lucjusz)

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Type of relationship: Romantic

            Hi Lucjusz! It’s nice to be able to write to you in this way, and I hope you’re doing well right now, wherever you may be. I hope to hear back from you soon, and I hope you haven’t gotten yourself into any serious trouble without me, hahaha!

            Anyways, joking aside, just wanted your input on any nicknames I can call you in the future, since we’re, you know, an…item now. Sorry, just getting nervous since you are technically my first real relationship and all. Who knew I’d find myself falling in love with the infamous Wolfman? Then again, I’ve never exactly pictured myself being with anyone else before you, and even more so now that we’re together.

So, for nicknames, how does Wolf and Luca/Luka (short for Lucjusz, but please correct me if I’m shortening it wrong) sound? And does “pup” sound good too? Though I’m guessing you would mind being called “pup,” hahaha. I’ll look up some Polish and Russian terms of endearment during my free time, though I wouldn’t mind hearing some of your suggestions.

            Another reason why I’m writing to you is to help ease the stresses from my college assignments and all. Don’t get me wrong, working in a group does have its perks, but really does suck all of your patience (and rationality) at times when one or more of your groupmates decide to slack off on you. That and some of my college professors can be veeery tiresome to deal with most of the time. Sometimes I wonder whether it would be easier to deal with things like these on my own.

            I remember you telling some short stories and anecdotes of your life before we met, back when you used to live in some dark and dangerous forest. Darkwood, was it? I remember you telling me the dogs you have found and took in were the only beings/creatures you trusted back then. Was it because you hardly trusted any of the other people there or you preferred the company of the dogs over people? Whatever your answer might be, I’m glad you were able to get out of that dangerous place in one piece; and I’m really thankful that we were able to meet one another once you did.

            Oh! Before I forget, Valentine’s Day is coming up. I never really celebrated it before, since I’ve never really cared nor put much thought into the holiday before. But this year, I decided to change things up by celebrating the holiday in our own special little way once you get back from your travels. Hope you’ll like what I’ve prepared for you, mój drogi~

            Yours Forever,

            Faith.

(the bottom-right corner of the letter has a dark red kiss mark on it.)

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Привет Faith,

You write with a type of bubbly I haven't seen in a long time, and no, you will not be calling me any such thing. Not in jest, not when we are together, or apart. Perhaps you've been looking for some fairytale romance with the wolf of the woods, but you are sorely mistaken. Were you expecting something sweeter? Something like actual lovers do? Were you expecting a mean wolf turned sweet just because he's been swayed by warm, affectionate feelings? No. It is a sweet attempt, but remember that my bite is much stronger than my bark, and I snap given the right provocation. Mind your manners, dearest.

As for working matters, some men require arms from me. It is no big deal, but I would rather they pay me with shit that actually is of value. I find human currency so fucking boring. I could take whatever I want when I want, but I suppose it is a good cover for the meantime. As for your studies being stressful, I am sorry. My education is largely kinesthetic, and living in the woods.... Let's just say my sense of education varies vastly than what you are doing. I could always eat your teammate that refuses to cooperate. I am not above the taste of human flesh, though I admit it is not my most favored type. If you think you can handle something better alone, then chances are you absolutely can. I wish to hear more of this when you can.

You do not wish to understand the cruelty that was the woods further than what I have already entertained to you. You do not wish to understand the pain I felt within. But yes, dogs were the only creatures I genuinely enjoyed. There were many things lurking about the dark, mutated beings that thirsted insanely for blood, for violence... I wonder if any of them made it out when those fucking brambles burned down.

What a silly holiday built for consumerism. Should I get you some flowers? Do you want a card? I think my presence is good enough.

Do not get too comfortable with me, króliczku

- L.