#dogsrot

[roscgarden]

On what platform did you start to write?

𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽.

this is a little blurb from the good ol' rz lore !! lol writing in general & posting it onto the internet ?? i used a platform that does not exist anymore . it was linked to fb & it had quizzes & fanfiction 💀 ya girl was writing some fanfics. & not very good ones ASLKHLKSJHA writing in the sense of rp ? if i wanna get technical it was when i was a child & should not have had this much access to the internet. i rp'd on an mmorpg where you created your avatar & walked around these islands & talked in chatrooms . i call it rp bc i was not writing as if i were myself , i was a full on character/persona ( bc that's what everyone else was doing too !! ) . & i distinctly remember that actions were written in *astrics* . i always wonder if i'm alone in that specific experience

[jadebone]

          he supposes that this too is his fault,  in some round about way or another,  because maybe if he hadn't been so desperately avoiding studying,  the stars and planets wouldn't have aligned in a configuration that results in him opening his door in the middle of the night to a...  gods,  he doesn't even know.  the animal  —  the creature  —  is in terrible shape,  blood matting fur and wet from the rain.  there's a familiarity in the red eyes,  one that should have him locking the door tightly,  but when he looks over his shoulder at his textbooks and flashcards dispersed on the dining table,  he makes the decision to step backwards and opens the door wider to let the creature in.     "     please,     "      he begs a little hollowly,     "     don't make me regret this.     "

            FOR FENRIRMICHAELSEN  @dogsrot  ,  FROM  ANDEN     !

[demoan]

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stfu we’re smooching rn pookie

[toprayarc]

in the hustle and bustle of a diner, mari finds that she often can become faceless. nameless. some road-raged, rubble-sunk, ride or die traveler. she can turn to a phantom, a ghost, a spectre of a shadow; find her bracings, her walls, the tiles beneath her feet. a place of shelter, perhaps. or, just a podunk place of eatery, and she's manufactured it into something she wants. truth is, life on the run isn't bad. it could be worse. the world turns to a spinning map of survival, spotted and dotted with speckled stars that paste do-not-enter on their labels. life on the run could be haggard, and torn, and tick-tick-tick of a time bomb, but it's not. or, not if she has anything to say about it.

"it's fine with me if you don't want to talk." — @dogsrot.

there's been stranger times in the world. the type of strange that don't give the benefit of sticky pancakes, citrus syrup, and slow doses of conversation— and this time, not even with a stranger. (she's met him once. twice. a few times, but who can blame her? criss-crossed across his features is a mirror, a reflection, a rampage of recognition that she just can't turn away. if mari turns him down now, then who does that make her?) "never said that." her tone drops to a low hum, fork scraping against the edge of a plate. she pushes at the sponge of a pancake, and then drops the fork with a clatter. her body leans back, easy. "ju — just don't know what to talk about. the whole—" a flippant wave of her hand through the air. "—traveling shit isn't as e — exciting as you might think, you know. mainly just gas stations, and bullshit landmarks."

[wulfbluds]

⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @dogsrot , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the MOON [ ↡ ] REVERSED ⋆｡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( confusion , fear , misinterpretation )

the earth 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 in heavy mist , sky ᵇˡᵃᶰᵏ of any stars ; this vast emptiness , like a 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 sea . the only other presence is one of flickering amber , reaching out to nimue from the sᴛɪʟʟ water . it speaks with the voice of a hundred souls braided together into one , form crafted from 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 particles of ˡᶤᵍʰᵗ . nimue is heedless to the muddying of her skirts as knees press into the damp riverbank , appearing 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 from her body ( ... ) 𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 by her quiet commune . ( you are on the right path , nimue . you must steel your heart — for the trials ahead demand great sacrifice . vigilance must be your closest ally . guard your trust well . ) the spirit 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐬 , then ( ... ) as if bitten . in mere seconds , the amber hue 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 ; starlight returning to the sky , nimue's own ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ once again peering up from the water ; just as a 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 figure appears over her shoulder — face obstructed by darkness . heart 𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑠 within her chest , ᴀᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ mind resorting to the worst — nimue whipping around only to realize her sword remains by the campfire . ᴰᴬᶻᴱᴰ & 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 , mere seconds pass before her fingers wrap around a heavy stone — holding it up with clear intent to aim . before the rock can leave her hand , light falls upon the figure's features in 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 the right way ; a flood of relief settling upon the fey girl . ❛ ❛ by the 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 , fenrir ! ❜ ❜ the 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 in her chest subsides , though heart ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶤᶰᵘᵉˢ its frantic pounding - mossy rock lain back into the riverbed with a ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ' clack ' . [ the spirit's 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 lingers within your mind , their warnings coming on much like a 𝒇𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 . ] ❛ ❛ i nearly threw this at your head ! what are you doing out here ? ❜ ❜

[salvatoraes]

BINGO !!! they gotta kiss now, sorry i don't make the rules ...

[selfoe]

the human hivemind is not as comforting as it usually is. your head is pounding, gavel to skull, a split worse than your lower lip. the idle chatter of unlike minds only serves as a reminder that you can never be like them; you feel their mundane worries, their excitement, and you find yourself longing for the gentle nudge of the rat king at the base of your skull. they're stored somewhere safe, close, in the apartment you've managed to discreetly rent.

why didn't you just go back there? your feet are carrying you in the opposite direction, towards a familiar place you told yourself you would never crawl back to.

that's what it feels like, doesn't it? crawling. your brain is stabbing at your own skull, your limbs hurt too much to feel anything but your own, you're too aware of the fact you're a separate being (not human not born not like them or them) ... and rather than take yourself back to your apartment, rather than deal with everything yourself, you're CRAWLING back to the diner. to them.

SO WHAT? DON'T I DESERVE A LITTLE BREAK?

THIS IS NOT GOOD. THIS IS NOT GOOD.

fuck. this is not good. you're doing it again. you're growing too soft. why can't you seem to remember being this soft is not what you're meant to be? you need to remind yourself that these relationships are superficial, conditional. you need to remind yourself that these people will not be understanding. (but chen was.) (was he?)

THIS IS FINE. I'M ONLY GOING BECAUSE IT'S QUIET, AND THEY HAVE THE BEST CAKE IN THE STATES.

TURN AROUND. I NEED TO TURN AROUND. I TURN.

NO. I DON'T CARE, ANYMORE. I CAN BE WHATEVER I WANT TO BE, EVEN IF IT'S TOO SOFT.

FUCK.

you're already pushing through the doors before you can decide to turn back. your head is down, hood up, and you sit with hands you didn't realize were shaking until now. you pick at the scars, pull down your hood, side-eye @dogsrot and the piece of chocolate cake he has in his hands. how long have you been sitting there? it's not like you to lose track of time like this. (it's been happening a lot, recently.)

he sits across from you while sliding the plate towards you, places a fork next to it and sits back. "shepherd, where have you been?"

you aren't sure what exactly he's feeling, but his eyes burn all the same. you opt not to look up, instead focusing on the cake in front of you. it's still warm. you take a bite, and nearly melt in your seat.

I DON'T SAY ANYTHING. I DON'T OWE HIM ANSWERS.

I DON'T SAY ANYTHING. THE SHAME IS TOO MUCH.

"I HAD SOMETHING I NEEDED TO DO." I SHRUG. "PEOPLE I NEEDED TO VISIT."

"WHY DO YOU CARE?" I SAY, REFLEXIVELY.

you keep a neutral expression set on your face. "why do you care?" it's a reflex, always suspicious of questions, always suspicious of intentions. you pick at the cake with your fork a little before taking another bite, and pinch the bridge of your nose with your free hand. you almost start to regret walking in after months of being a no-show (it doesn't matter. why should my presence here matter? it doesn't. it doesn't.), but the cake cements you in your seat.

[waldenstationed]

"so you're the one with the temper, huh?" helo intones, a simper spreading upon boyish countenance. it was no question that helo always have bubbling anger, and that could easily be carved out given the right button to push. but helo wanted to find that button with @dogsrot, wanted to see what it would take in order to elicit such a powerful, passionate response; always a giveaway of a person's character. "what will it take to see it?"

[kwsatz]

            ˚            ᵗʰᵉ   ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ   ᶠʳᵒᵐ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵒᵘᵗᵉʳʷᵒʳˡᵈ   ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ        :        " 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚊   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 .    "   

        [     ...     ]           𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   is   feigned   or   wrangled   in   truth     :     nothing   is   going   to   deter   him   from   playing   with   his   food.     when   one   predator   meets   another,     paul   welcomes   the   role   of   a   wolf   in   sheep's   clothing       —     in   this   den   of   vipers,     there's   only   one   that   can   live   to   spin   their   shared   tale,     and   not   even   their   sordid   affair   can   outlast   his   thirst   for   divine   retribution.     "     you   don't   really   expect   me   to   believe   that,     do   you     ?     i   can   see   it   in   your   eyes.     you   have   the   same   thirst   as   mine,     "     no   matter   how   far   they   run,     how   much   they   try   to   live   by   another   name,     killers   recognise   one   other       —     the   vacancy   in   their   irises   devoid   of   the   light   they   have   taken   out   of   so   many.     their   cat   and   mouse   have   been   fun,     but   it's   time   for   them   to   settle   on   a   mutual   prey.     "     i'll   split   the   money   with   you,    if   you   want   that.     after     ?     we'll   go   our   separate   ways,     "     the   dagger   toying   lazily   along   the   grooves   of   his   fingers   now   daring,     tracing   @dogsrot's   jaw   as   if   carving   his   memory   into   the   sharpened   line.     "     and   you   can   come   hunt   me   again.     what   do   you   say     ?     for   old   time's   sake     ?     "

[roscgarden]

⭐ <3

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 " ⭐ " 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 : @dogsrot

NIKOLAI DEVEREUX for FENRIR MICHAELSEN : i need this interaction bc i am greedy & when i see another hellhound muse ima throw my boy at them <33 being raised with & around werewolves , niko has never experienced someone else with impulsions like he does ?? so when he crosses paths with fenrir i think it'd just be like that spiderman meme of oh.. OH!! MICAH CROFT for FENRIR MICAHELSEN : depending on if fenrir still continues to involve himself in underground fighting rings i sort of think micah could meet him through that scene . only bc that's where she meets petty thieves to recruit them for miscellaneous jobs . sooo business partners, if you will !!

[dogsrot]

¹  𝐷𝑂𝐺𝑆𝑅𝑂𝑇   .  　◞‏‏‎   a  highly  independent,  selective,  *&  mutually  exclusive  crime/horror  blog  dedicated  to  𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑟  𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒𝑛,  an  original   character  of  my  own  creation,  apart  of  the  ashes  of  apparitions  universe  —  established  in  april  of  2024  .  20+  only  to  interact  .  MAULED  BY  MOTH  .  ( HEADER + PINNED BY FIVE . )

inspiration  drawn  from  different  medias  including  :  roadhouse 2024,  american  assassin,  ghost  rider,  monkey  man  *&  others  .  symbolism  will  be  used  throughout  threads  *&  metas,  including  rabid  animals  *&  clawing  at  yourself  from  the  inside. 

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  heavily  affiliated  with  . @osseouhs , @noguilt , @debtgun , @unholies , @junmoone , @fl4gs , @foolthe , @selfoe

  mains  . 

𝐴  𝑆𝑇𝑈𝐷𝑌  𝐼𝑁  :  being  human  vs  being  an  animal,  a  broken  home,  abusive  households,  mafia  ties,  protecting  the  people  you  love,  anger  issues  *&  trauma,  rising  from  the  ashes,  doing  what’s  right  in  the  end,  are  you  a  monster  or  are  you  just  a  kid  ?,  violence  is  the  only  answer,  sinner  vs  saint,  *&  more 

PLEASE NOTE : fenrir’s default/main ship is with five’s lane @ osseouhs . unless we are shipping, he will be mentioned from time to time, depending on the verse, throughout metas/responses as he plays a big part in fenrir’s development as a person. mickey @ noguilt will also be mentioned from time to time depending on the act he is in, as he is one of fenrir’s closest friends and is important to him.

INFO : TBA. JUST ASK ME !!

[wulfbluds]

⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @dogsrot , liked .

heels 𝐃𝐈𝐆 into the dirt of the grassy hillside , sword protruding from the earth at nimue's feet . it stands tall , 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 , silver gleaming under the fire ( ... ) steel whispering in her mind , no one 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 among the swell is 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙰��𝙻𝙴 . gaze lifts as fenrir's figure casts a shadow against the flickering campfire , his approach ᵐᵉᵗ with a steely resolve . [ some part of you still doubts whether you can 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 him ( ... ) if his 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 are honest , or if fenrir merely waits in silence for an ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᶤᵗʸ to strike . your faith can be put in 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 but yourself while you tote this 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 cargo . is that truly you talking , ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ? ] ❛ ❛ no sign of 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 ? ❜ ❜

[dulcetcry]

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

this isn’t the first time that they’ve had their life in somebody else’s hands, which helps to explain his lax attitude to the whole situation. slowly his hand rises to hover over the man’s hand and sniffs, pushing the blade closer until it presses just barely into his skin. "what do you think i intend on doing here? he is not a good person." to be honest, this was a rare moment in which he was caught. a soft tilt of his head to the side with a hint of genuine confusion in his usually empty eyes. "sir, i think you have a misunderstanding of my job."

[dogrots]

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[kissmedcadly]

@dogsrot

“why’s he always covered in blood” he needs enrichment. What’s not clicking

[unholies]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED ??

tagged by : @dogsrot // tagging : anyone who wants !!

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ carefully , like a ᴳᴱᴺᵀᴸᴱ 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 on dry earth.

you’ve been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. you want it to. you want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. so you need someone else to take the lead. they have to be gentle and sweet and patient. they have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. but someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.