#rage of wolves

[meangreennunseen]

Funniest shit in Warhammer40k universe to me will always be Dreadnoughts having this one sided beef with Traitor Primarchs.

Like, it's initially same as your 100 year old great-grandfather still wanting to punch president of his time to the jaw for things he doesn't even fully remember at this point.

[elizabugz]

Little Red Riding Wolf - Jason Schneiderman / x / Black Iris - Leah Raeder / Gleinpir - Walton Ford / x / 940 Main Street - Erin Moran / Doctor Who s1e13 / Ghismomda With The Heart Of Guiscardo - Bernardino Mei / Friends Forever - Wayne McKenzie / The Beast - Frank Bidart

[horygory]

Raised by Wolves (2020)

[aulerean]

[boom-bada-boom]

in a dream i meet my dead friend

“He has, / I know, gone long and far, / and yet he is the same / for the dead are changeless. / They grow no older. / It is I who have changed, / grown strange to what I was.”

— A Meeting, Wendell Berry

when albion’s need is greatest, kilgharrah tells him. when albion’s need is greatest, freya tells him. when albion’s need is greatest, arthur will rise again.

when he first heard the words, he didn’t really understand them. arthur was dead, but he’d come back eventually— though how long was anyones guess. but for the moment, arthur was dead, the king was dead, and his kingdom deserved to know what happened.

he gives himself a day, the night and the dawn and the midday and the sunset, to remain in front of the lake, blood drying and crusting over on his hands and staining his clothes. he gives himself a day frozen keeling at the lake’s edge, before pushing himself to his feet and whispering, “i promise i’ll come back.” to the still still still waters.

it takes him a long time to fulfill that promise. by then, giaus is dead, percival is dead, leon is dead, and the only reason he ever returns to camelot at all is because of gwen, old now and confined to her bed, and because he needs to see the city, the castle, one last time; carve the picture into his memories. maybe carve a spell into the castle’s stone so it survives a while yet, while he runs away from his past.

he kneels once more before the shores of avalon, and the magic heavy over him like a thick winter coat slides off to reveal beneath it a face and body just the same as the one that had knelt there decades before.

“‘when albion’s need is greatest,’” he echoes across the years, and clutches at his own arms in a farce of a hug. there is a long pause, a long moment where the sun high above is hidden behind thick clouds, a long moment where the gentle breeze stills, a long moment where the sounds of the woodland at his back fades out. it passes.

“i want to see you, arthur.” merlin admits to the still waters. “i do. but i fear what threat we will be facing in the face of it.” he smiles, rueful, grieved, so tired already, at the sparkling reflections bouncing from the mirror-like work of nature and magic before him. “i’m— tired. of fighting. i think i’d just like to be with my friends. all of them.”

it’s not really directed to arthur, anymore, he doesn’t think. it’s more an observation of his own inner psyche, something he doesn’t oft do simply because he fears what he might find in the depths.

he knows he means it though, all of his friends. in his minds eye flashes the image of morgana, young, plagued with nightmares still, but brave and kind and righteous; the look of her smile, soft and loving, as she gazed upon gwen, a bundle of flowers in one hand and the other simply holding holding holding gwen’s own; the slight smirk as she looked down on arthur, play-threats and play-fights and all the camaraderie of siblings with none of the titles; the indulgent, caring look she bestowed upon him, in the long quiet moments where she thought him unaware.

all of them.

when the castle fell, merlin thought that this, maybe, was the moment arthur returned. he had not dared step foot in the city walls since gwen’s death, but he still always kept one ear out for news regarding it. his magic, embedded into the stones, strained and tried to protect the frame and those within it, but it could only do so much from the great chasm of distance between him and camelot. he was kneeling before the lake by the end of the day. he did not get up for a week, and then another, and by the time his body seemed liable to shake apart and was held together only by his own magic, and it was abundantly clear arthur would not be returning— by then, he just slammed his fists into the earth and screamed. screamed for a life and a future robbed from him, from arthur, from all his friends. screamed because while their life was robbed because it ended, his life was robbed because there was no end for him.

after that, time seemed to pass quicker, or maybe merlin cared less. camelot, its king and its knights and all the people it contained, was soon faded into myth and legend, a true story known only in the depths of his own mind, hidden behind the ancient old carved-in image of a castle now only ruins in life. history moved around him, through him, did not care for him.

he tried helping, at first. tried using magic to make things better, mostly by healing people. merlin learned soon enough though, and began to stop trying. after the next uncountable attempt at killing him for witchcraft, he stopped trying to help that way. not long after that, every other way too.

when the twenty-first century rolled around, merlin was tired most of all. tired and sad and worn and hopeless. arthur was not coming back, he realized. not if wars and plagues and massacres and destruction was not enough to raise him.

or maybe it is because these were all things merlin could have helped, could have possibly even prevented entirely if he could’ve brought himself to interfere. when albion’s need is greatest, but obviously there would be no need if merlin could fix the problem with a snap of his fingers.

for the nth time, he considered what that could mean. what could be the cause. what great, impossible threat was out there that even merlin couldn’t defeat, that even he could not prevent?

it had been over a thousand years, and he was tired and old and bitter. angry at his still-unfinished destiny and hateful of this immortal, unending life.

perhaps then that’s why he thinks, something merlin can’t defeat? well, he couldn’t very well defeat himself.

and perhaps that is where it starts.

when albion’s need is greatest, king arthur will rise again.

merlin decides he will bring about albion’s time of great need— anything to bring back arthur from his watery grave.

(he was so tired of living, tired of waiting. he just wanted his friend back, wanted to smile and call the king a prat and be looked at with the same fond admiration he’d always been given though never recognized during the moment.)

…

…

…

(below the waters of avalon, between life and death, king arthur pendragon, the once and future king, awakens from death with a gasp.)

(above those same waters, shadows walk the earth. shadows of albion, and of camelot, knights and magical creatures alike. all of them simply echoes given life by a magic more powerful than anything that has ever been or will ever be.)

the thing is, the lake of avalon had never just been the specific location. it is the veil between worlds, and thus the lake of avalon is everywhere where life and death meet.

so, as the world decends to chaos, and as merlin watches the lake shore like the bird he is named after, king arthur is thrust from the lake of avalon somewhere else entirely, far out of merlin’s reach. behind him, the knights of the round table, along with the queen guinevere and the lady morgana, rise just the same.

because, of course, nothing is ever quite simple.

merlin does not extend himself to learn of the whys and hows of the pockets of resistance against him. he does not want to know, just wants them crushed because then, maybe then, albion’s need will be greatest.

so, when a certain floundering group of someones begin carving a path of resistance towards the shadow castle built only from the image carved into merlin’s own head, he does not take note except to send more power to squash it.

(said group does not know much, truly. they do not know of the world they have found themselves in, though they always find people willing to help them in the unlikeliest of places. they do not know what the name of the great evil they face is, nor why it had come, only that they must stop it.)

(they do not know why the lady of the lake was crying, as she watched them stumble into life once more, nor why she handed them a rose, just a rose, still on the stem, and told them that it would lead them to their destiny.)

(it is not until she has disappeared that arthur thinks to ask, where is merlin?)

[catwouthats]

I joked about Wolverine being in heat this movie but

I didn’t realize I was kinda right

Wolverines mate primary in June-July

(can also be May and August tho)

[gomiii4545]

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some ragecore gifs made by my pookie

[stormyfate]

Shadowheart-mancers, is there already a convo about a goody Werewolf!Tav x Shadowheart going on?

[twilightcunt]

I’ve been rewatching Person of Interest and I’ve finally reached that episode in season 3. I can’t believe they fucking kill her 😭😭😭😭😭 It’s been haunting my mind since halfway through season 2 and now I’m gonna have to see it all over again.

[mysweetenedheart]

wolves

written by me.

[x-heesy]

𝗦𝗣𝝝𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗬 𝗞𝗡𝝝𝗪𝗦 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝝝 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟

𝝝𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗜𝝠𝗟 𝗤𝗨𝝠𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗣𝝝𝗦𝗧

Sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ

Sᴏ I sᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ

I ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ

Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

Yᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ

Rɪɴɢɪɴɢ

Lᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ

Lᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ

Tᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ

Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ

Rɪɴɢɪɴɢ

Yᴏᴜ ʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ

Yᴏᴜ ʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ

I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ

Wʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ sᴄᴏʀᴇ

Cᴀʀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏs

Iɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴏʀ

Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ

Rɪɴɢɪɴɢ

Yᴏᴜ ʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ

Yᴏᴜ ʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ

Gᴏ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Rɪɴɢɪɴɢ

Yᴏᴜ ʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ

Yᴏᴜ ʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ

Gᴏ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Yᴏᴜ Kᴇᴇᴘ

Ringing by Raised By Wolves 🐺

@m-l-3 @bethanythestrange @kattywompuss @bigbonzo @necro69mancer

[pinksparklelps]

anytime someone says sigma im gonna respond interpreting it as some variation of its meaning

"yes, i know the greek alphabet thank you"

"sum? sum of what ?"

"i don't think you can use the busy beaver function here dude"

"are you talking about physics in the middle of a game???"

"tau :) wait we aren't reciting the alphabet ?"

[orniithology]

i will never not be so mad that david died. literally why did leigh even do that

but like????? no fr why did this happen. he didn’t have to. saints know neither he nor genya deserved this. they’d just started being able to breathe after the darkling they’d just started a life together they’d just gotten married and it all got ripped away and i am Furious about it. they should have been happy. she Just did this with matthias we didn’t need a repeat. genya has been through so much why would you do this to her she deserves better she deserves david she deserves love

i read row like over a year ago and i am still so upset and distraught and wondering why this had to happen

[uncomfortablysexypossum]

When you feel that telltale trembling within your bones...

When your hands hurt from being clenched into fists...

When your jaw grows sore from baring your teeth all day long...

--Run, run fast into the woods, to someplace wild and safe where you are free. A place where you may truly honor and embrace the sacred rage that simmers beneath your skin. A place where you may release it back into the world that gave it to you.

Release it into the earth that pounds beneath your feet, release it into the sky as you scream. Release it into the fire as it licks your fingertips, into the waves as you plunge deep. Let. Everything. Go.

Do what you must in the dark, then come back to us when you are ready. We will be waiting. We always are.

[thewolfwarriors]

WOLF WARRIORS

The Impossible Task

Chapter 1: Part 1

First / Next

About: Madguts wants to have a proper relationship with his love, Mewgull. Unfortunately there's an Impossible Task he needs to complete in order to win her hand. Set by her mischievous late brother, she doesn't trust it. Madguts must go back and restore her old home but the last thing she wants is anyone to go back there.

If you're not familiar with Wolf Warriors yet, feel free to explore the tag on my page.

Music: cinq by zeal and ardor

Bandcamp link

I cant believe Im publishing this but Im so excited that I did it. I started Wolf Warriors when I was 12 but Im sure gonna go full 2000s wolf fanfic with it. Prepare for mysterious illness that wipes out my very special mains family and life. If you dont like overly, almost unnecessarily dark, gory plots, this may not be for you. Im even going to use music I imagined this with over a decade ago. I remember acted out fight scenes on the trampoline. Goodness.

Anyway, Chapter 1 is done and Ill upload the other part probably tomorrow. I've got a lot done with this so expect regular updates. My asks are also open.

This time I used Zeal and Ardor for the music. Please support their music. They rock.

[haha-im-dumb-haha]