#gentle wolf

[transcendragon]

You Deserve to Live - I’m really happy with how this piece came out. Feels really peaceful. I hope you enjoy it!

My original art made in procreate, image description in alt.

[mochiobonio]

" You're trembling, are you scared?"

" No, I'm not. Because it's you."

[luna-loveboop]

I love Malon.

She sees a face she likes

And she grabs it

It's a love language! She grabs the faces she likes. There's so many times it happened- like every time she was showing affection.

To anyone

Of any species

If you are near Malon and she likes your face it will be grabbed, sorry

She's gonna be such a great mother

Time is not immune, as her husband he signed up for it

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

[limitedgigi]

I was summoned by the soft!Yan tag. Can you perhaps do a soft wolf boy yan? Big, scary and very aware of how intimidating he is but truly just wants a cute human to snuggle and kiss.

i love writing gentle giants!!! ofc :)

yandere! wolf boy headcannons

yan! wolf boy who lived in the woods near your cottage, staying away from civilization so he doesn't come off as a threat.

yan! wolf who is confused seeing you pick berries in a nearby bush, why are you so deep in the woods? for some berries??

yan! wolf who startles you when he sniffs your back, immediately jumping back at your sudden yelp.

yan! wolf who doesn't understand why you didn't run away from him after you saw him, i mean, he's a 6'7 feral looking wolf-man, why aren't you scared?

yan! wolf who immediately starts to act like a puppy as you reach your hand out to scratch behind his ear as his tail starts to wag.

yan! wolf who won't leave you alone as you leave that area to find more berries.

yan! wolf who picks you up to show you where the most delicious berries are!

yan! wolf who's ears droop in sadness as you explain to him that you have to return home.

yan! wolf who leads you further into the woods and closer to his den as you ask him to lead you outside of the forest. you can't leave him!!

"whaddya mean we're going deeper into the woods? nah, you're just tired and don't remember where you came from! here, lemme carry you!!"

[quotelr]

Be gentle, kind and loving as often as you possibly can.

Heather Wolf, Kipnuk Visits Sea Isle

[goritevadu]

Just look how gentle Stiles is.

And how he touched Derek's ears. So gentle. Like some treasure.

He is so worried about Derek.

[telanadasvhenan]

you see wolf & Deer symbolism and go predator & prey, I see pride & wisdom parallels, we are not the same

[taxidermycanine]

i love you all, remember to keep one another close. tell your friends you care about them today, hold on for a long long time.

if living is all you can manage, then live. you have to live.

[geek-png]

Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɢᴀᴛᴏ? Lɪᴠᴇs ғʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs?

Bandwagon time + some practice to kick off the new year

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[anghraine]

i just saw someone say that faramir is infuriating because he's self-aggrandizing in claiming that he won't act in any way that doesn't befit his status, and on one hand - i understand the root of it? he does have a courteous, almost formal style of talking. he does openly claim that he would not take this mysterious power (before he knew about the ring) if it was on the highway. he agrees to denethor's characterization that he wants to appear noble like a king of old.

but on the other hand i'm straining at the bit to defend my baby because - infuriating?? when he lives up to the words he is saying?? when the text shows over and over that he's loved by his people, that he genuinely tries to live by those standards (and seems to succeed) - him not killing even animals unnecessarily, him riding back for his men. even his proclaimed dream to see gondor's tree bloom and peace restored, is supported by him seemingly making that transition from steward to king as smooth as possible?

maybe it's because i instantly liked him so much. it just caught me so off guard because this particular criticism never ever crossed my mind. so funny how people will interpret the same thing differently. to some internet user out there, his words are self-aggrandizing. to me, his words are straightfoward and supported by actions - dreamboat central.

Hi, anon! I'm pretty much with you on this one. I've seen the occasional post like that, and I can understand finding his style grating (though I personally love it) or disliking the general baggage associated with Tolkien's handling of Númenóreanness (there's a considerable degree of classism and racism built in to the presentation of Elves and peredhil/Númenóreans in LOTR in particular, while later texts like "The Mariner's Wife" are relatively more nuanced).

But the idea that Faramir is essentially just performing the appearance of high virtue as a sort of imitation of Númenórean cultural values without actually possessing those values or the virtues of the best of them just seems a profound misinterpretation to me. He has flaws, but he's not a hypocrite and he does not fail to live up to his presentation of himself at any point.

He's exactly what he appears to be, a stern and intelligent young man out of step with the current trends of his culture, who still cares deeply about his people and their allies. He's potentially highly dangerous in the way of Denethor and Aragorn, and like them, his personality is hard and unbending when it comes down to it, but he's also gentler than either—the combination of his willingness to act on the threat he represents if necessary and ethically justifiable, with a deep compassion and sympathy for others (even animals), is distinct and really interesting.

I think there's a very important distinction between Faramir performing virtue and gentleness and putting on the persona of a great Númenórean lord in times of peace, and Faramir presenting himself as he truly is and then suiting actions to words, despite the fundamental antipathy between his temperamental inclinations and the circumstances he's been placed in.

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.

[mandiemegatron]

𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖, 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖

𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝕩 𝕔𝕚𝕤!𝕗𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕: 𝟙𝟠+. 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕗𝕖𝕞. 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘), 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕪-𝕕𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕪 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 🤭💖

𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎, 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏!

𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @wolfegoddess ! 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 🥺💖💋 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺!

Being the partner of Kaku meant keeping private was a must.

No one really knew you existed, but you knew it was for your own safety. Being part of CP9 was difficult enough for Kaku, but having a weakness, such as yourself, made the man incredibly anxious.

You sighed through your nose as your Den Den began ringing again, not even an hour after you'd already hung up on your lover. Rolling your eyes slightly, you lifted the receiver and drawled out,

“Yes, my love?”

There was silence on the other end before a soft chuckle rang through, the sound making your heart leap in your chest as you realized it was not Kaku on the other line.

“Y/N.”

Your jaw dropped in shock and nervousness, a shaky laugh leaving you as you nearly coughed out,

“Ah, Mr. Blueno sir, I am so sorry, I was not expecting your call.”

The Den Den frowned slightly, showing the expression of the man on the other line as he bit out jokingly,

“I couldn't tell.”

There was a more comfortable silence after a moment, your eyes unwavering from the Den Den Mushi as you finally asked,

“Is… is something wrong?”

Blueno cleared his throat gently before replying,

“Kaku asked me to check on you.”

You couldn't stop the slightly annoyed groan that left you, holding your burning face in a weak palm as you barely got out,

“I'm so sorry.”

There was confusion from the man as he asked,

“Why?”

You sighed softly through your nose before you replied,

“You have much more important things to do with your life, I know this for a fact.”

There was silence from Blueno for a moment before he commented lightly,

“You are important to Kaku, which makes you important to all of us. It's no bother.”

You frowned slightly, metaphorically holding your heart in your hands as it raced. It was rare for Blueno to speak to you, let alone to reassure you like this and it made you feel… special.

“... Thank you, sir.”

You could practically hear the amusement in his voice as he commented back,

“You're welcome. I'll call again soon, if he asks. Kaku apologizes for being so busy.”

You shook your head even though he couldn't see it, throwing your Den Den a soft look as you laughed slightly,

“I'm not bothered, truly. I know how important his job is, and I understand how hard it is. I'm not worried in the slightest.”

There was another moment of silence before you continued,

“... He always comes home. No matter what.”

Blueno gave a hum in response, clearly impressed with your answer.

“Enjoy your afternoon, Y/N.”

“You as well, sir. Thank you.”

Click.

Sighing to yourself, you hung up the receiver and fed your Den Den a piece of crisp lettuce, his favourite snack. Patting his little eyeballs gently, you then moved away from your comfy chair and decided to pass time with a bath, making your way to the washroom and grabbing a change of clothes on the way.

It wasn't long until you were resting comfortably in the bath, the tub filled to the brim with vanilla scented bubbles. You had your eyes closed, soft music playing from a radio off to the side. After what felt like at least an hour, you sat up and ran a lazy hand through your now soft hair, breathing a gentle sigh as you peeked your eyes open, only to shriek as you suddenly came face to face with someone.

Whipping a hand back, you punched out, quick and hard, just like Kaku taught you and you hit flesh, hearing a crash and a groan as you pulled yourself up from the tub. Breathing heavily, you peeked over the massive amount of bubbles and gasped in shock as you saw none other than Kaku laying on the floor, a dazed expression on his face with a red welt steadily growing on his cheek.

“You… did great, my love,” he croaked out, slowly, groaning to himself as he pulled himself into a cross-legged position. Your mouth dropped open in shock, staring at your lover (who was not due to be home for another few days, mind you) before you nearly leapt from the tub, tears and bubbles stinging your eyes as you crashed into him.

“You're home,” you blubbering out, pressing your naked and soaked body to his as you peppered his face with warm kisses. Strong arms wrapped around you and your favourite sound of chuckling met your ears as calloused fingers ran over your slippery back.

“I sure am, little filly mine.”

Sniffling with a sad frown, you stared up at him with wide eyes, confused though elated he was home so early.

“But… Mr. Blueno called… he said-”

Kaku laughed, his cheeks tinted pink as he stared back with a bright reply of,

“All part of the plan!”

He grinned and pulled you closer, pressing a hot kiss to your forehead before he murmured gently,

“And I think I pulled it off pretty well.”

You laughed in response, curling into him for a moment before pulling back, slightly embarrassed and flustered as you pulled him from the floor.

“I'm so sorry my love-” you started, only to be cut off as Kaku pulled you into a deep kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of your head. He pulled back for only a moment to reply softly,

“Never apologize for being on your toes. You did good, my darling.”

Next thing you knew, you were both back in the tub, your back pressed against his toned chest as he pressed butterfly kisses to the side of your face. You turned your head slightly and pressed a kiss to his nose, pulling a weak chuckle from him as one of his hands wandered lower.

Your head fell back against the front of his shoulder, cradled against the side of his face as his fingers pressed over your warmth.

“I'm going to make it up to you,” he murmured against your hair, his eyes shut as he breathed you in.

“You have nothing to make up for,” you replied just as softly, one of your hands moving to hold his face in your palm. He practically purred into your touch, a low rumble vibrating from his chest against your back.

“I've been away too long,” he continued, almost as if you hadn't even spoken. His fingers pressed into you, and your eyes rolled back, the familiar feeling of him filling you making your stomach filp and your heart stutter.

Kaku's voice held a tone of certainty as he promised,

“... I'm going to make it up to you.”

[visceravalentines]

you see the deer on the highway of course, we know this. you know that soft and gentle fucker deserved it. what you don't see is that you're a deer too. same lost look in the eyes. same skin stretched tight over the bone. what you don't see is that you aren't any different or better or stronger than the other deer for the way you stand on the shoulder and dare the cars to hit you. what you don't understand is that they already have. you are the roadkill. you have been from the start. you are the warning to the other deer what will befall him if he doesn't address this rot inside him. if he doesn't walk away and leave the road behind. you thought you left it behind. you were staring into the headlights the whole time. never moved a muscle. but you saved him, you did. took the hit he couldn't take. took it hard. and the image of you lying on the asphalt will stay burned into his big liquid eyes for the rest of his life. he'll never be the same. because he's seen your insides and knows they look just like his own. and you didn't deserve it. neither did the deer.

[hedwig221b]

WIP Whenever + Seven Sentence Sunday

So I was tagged several times by amazing people: @patolemus and @endwersed, thank you for tagging me! 💗

Here's a lil thingie from my bone witch!Stiles AU

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At last, he stopped and pinned Stiles down with a stare. “You thought I wouldn’t come, didn’t you?”

Stiles’ heart plummeted. “Derek…”

“You thought I would abandon you? How low do you think of me?”

He couldn’t bear to hear this voice, so dear to him, tremble with the poorly hidden anger and hurt. Unable to stay still, Stiles stepped towards the wolf.

“I think of you as an alpha loyal to his bones,” he said with heat. “Loyal to his pack first. Priorities, Derek.”

“You—” Derek snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes.

Stiles’ heart melted just a bit. His bones were filled with warmth once more.

Slowly, he walked up to the wolf and placed his hand on his tense shoulder. Derek didn’t react apart from shifting his gaze to him.

“I am not your pack,” Stiles said as gently as he could, even though the words felt like nettle against his tender throat. “And I do not expect you to come running to my defense every time another idiot stumbles upon my home. I appreciate it, but I do not expect. Especially not when you have two newly turned pups running around…”

“They are grown adults,” Derek noticed in a low voice.

Stiles arched his eyebrow. “Then why are there shadows under your eyes?”

Derek looked at him for some time before the corner of his lips tugged up.

Stiles grinned. “Sit down, alpha.” He patted Derek on the shoulder and pushed him towards the chair. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

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Not tagging anyone cause I missed all the deadlines lmao, it's not Wednesday, Sunday, and not even seven sentences. Either way, if you read this, I wish for the inspiration to bonk you on the forehead like bonk-bonk and bam! 💥 the writer's block is gone

[switchinstraps]

hm. thinking about. primal role reversal.

thinking about, instead of being the wolf in control, instead being the wolf so deep in rut she can't think straight, can't do anything, has to rely on her fuckpet for everything

thinking about being so fucking needy that my prey sees me whining and whimpering, unable to chase like usual, dripping wet down my thighs and practically begging, and my prey taking pity on me. my prey cooing at me and kissing me and petting me, guiding my mouth to their neck so i can bite and suck, giggling when my hips rock and twitch but i'm so lost to my rut that i'm not actually hitting anything

my prey getting on all fours and patting their ass, encouraging me up on top of them, scolding me when i'm too eager and can't get my cock inside them proper. or maybe my prey taking the chance to tie me up and riding me, and the only thing that's on my mind is to please them and breed them, i don't care how it happens, so my prey wrings out orgasm after orgasm from me, letting me fill their pretty tummy as many times as i need

just. my prey having to take charge, calling me their dumb mutt, their mindless wolf puppy, showing me how to use them good and proper because i've used them so much before now that even when it'd be easy for them to escape, they don't even think about running away, they just think about how best to let me use them anyway

[rubyroses222]

JUDE BELLINGHAM – EL REY DE MADRID 👑🤍