#vlks

[soft5ku11]

Not so quick sketch of Volkner, requested by @manilonzo22 (Tumblr failing to tag people yet again, what a surprise)

[koldakovo]

VLK (Na vlka, který přešel hranice z Bavorska, vypsali v roce 1979 čeští myslivci odměnu 1 500,- Kčs)

Já posledních pár dnů se vždycky strašně vyděsím To když se ňákej dvounožec prochází polesím Pod nohama má ohaře a přes rameno zbraň Ve vočích smrtku a zkrvavenou dlaň

Už nevadí jim slejváky, vichřice ani mráz Vždyť patnáct stovek vypsali jen za to, abych zhas Od svítání do svítání po všech lesích se štvou Jenom čenichaj a hledaj stopu mou

Namouduši, patnáct stovek to hezký prachy jsou Za tenhleten obnos nosím na trh kůži svou Nemám nikde stání, ze sna probouzí mě děs Že jsem jen to týhle země lez

Už za pár tejdnů budu muset běhat v závějích A všem lovcům mý stopy prozradí proradnej sníh Za pár tejdnů upřou na mě svůj pohled upíří A dlouhý hlavně svejch pušek zamíří

Pak zapráskají výstřely a kulky zabzučí A černá, rozmazaná smrt mě sevře v náruči Krev zašpiní ten čerstvej sníh a zastaví se svět… Jen šťastnej střelec dostane patnáct set

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Někdo oštítkoval můj vlčí gifset z Tří bratrů štítkem "monsterfucking tag", co jsem to udělala

[imapuppy5000]

Not canon at all. Just a fun ‘what if’ kinda story

Would You Change Your Fate?

If Vlk could change the past… would she?

She had never considered the option before, it never even crossed her mind to do something differently. But she had the chance now. She could change any one thing in her entire life and afterlife.

Decision made she felt herself get flung back into something solid. She gasped and got to her feet, looking around. The forest she grew up in with the stench of smoke floating by bitterly. She could hear the river rushing not too far away. She looked around and noticed a small dirt mound with a dead animal on it.

As soon as where she was clicked all her memories of making the deal and her past life were gone.

And suddenly there was an impatient hiss to her left, “Well?”

She turned and eyed the hand that was being extended to her. “Well what?” She sneered back, stepping away from the stranger who had just confessed to knowing the crime Vickey had just committed.

The stranger grit her teeth a moment before moving her hand, “Are you gonna take the deal or not? I train you and give you everything you ever want. In return, I own you.”

Vickey took another step back and pushed the outstretched hand away from her. “No thanks. I just freed myself from being owned. Not getting right back in.”

“Just give me a one day trial period? To show you how well I can spoil you.” There was a certain glint in the stranger’s— well Vickey now remembered she had introduced herself as Mary—eyes. Lust.

The offer was tempting for a moment but she declined. “No thank you.” She turned on her heels and walked away. Or tried to. Her wrist was grabbed and sharp nails dug into her skin.

“You don’t get to walk away from me like that! I know what you’ve done. I can tell everyone how you killed your own parents in cold blood.”

Vickey laughed and yanked her hand free from Mary’s grip. “I haven’t killed anyone.” She said, grinning, “And I know the police will believe me when I tell them that.” Mary seethed as Vickey left, still laughing to herself. Planning to murder your parents and actually going through with it were two vastly different things.

She had made her way to the police station and explained through tears that she had been kidnapped when her house was set ablaze and had just escaped. She made sure they knew how scared she was. When asked for a description of the man that had done all this to her family, her home, and herself, she sheepishly admitted her kidnapper was a girl and gave them Mary’s description, just to really spite the creep. The legal process was long and she got tired of being questioned fairly quickly but went along with it.

Given her age, 17, she wasn’t technically a legal adult yet. But her parents were dead and she did not want to go into foster care and risk having another horrible home life. She filed to be emancipated the same day she reported Mary. Unfortunately she didn’t have a job so until she did she was placed in an orphanage. She was quick to find a job, well three since they could only hire her part time. Every day she was either working as a housekeeper, a nursery attendant, or a McDonald’s cashier. It kept her busy and her mind off her more dark thoughts. The kids in particular kept the depression at bay, she loved kids.

Eventually she was making enough and had enough references that she was able to get emancipated. She bought a small apartment and decorated it, something she had never been allowed to do previously. She had a few stolen watches on her nightstand, a bad habit she could never break, and a poster on the wall of a kitten in a tree with the words ‘just hang in there’. On her vanity she had sticky notes with affirmations and self care tips. Everything was falling into place. She had her own life. She was free of her abusers. It was perfect!

A few years later Vickey was very hesitantly entering a new relationship. Her partner was a guy from work, McDonald’s specifically. He seemed nice? So far anyways, and he encouraged her to seek therapy. She was making enough to afford it now and her mental health had been declining in recent years. So she pulled the trigger and signed up for therapy with a company in town. The therapist she received was a spry young Woman named Willow with two little boys, 3 and 1 years old.

She spoke fondly of them and her husband when she talked. She let Vickey talk about everything… from her traumatic childhood to her new boyfriend to her getting these new feelings for girls she hadn’t had before. Willow didn’t judge despite the majority of town being openly homophobic, she talked Vickey through her harder times and even got her connected to a psychiatrist to get her on some pills for her depression.

“Willow!” Vickey yelled, bursting into her friends office.

“Oh hi! You seem excited today! What’s going on?”

“I’ve finally started to feel the effect of that medicine!! I’ve been able to be happy this week!! There hasn’t been a single day I have laid in bed or contemplated giving up!”

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy to hear that, Vickey! I told you they would help.” She gestured for a chair and Vickey plopped on the couch, laying across it with her hands behind her head.

“I think I’m gonna break up with Kevin.” Vickey said suddenly and when she got a gasp of shock she turned to Willow. “I’m serious. I love him and all but I work too much to be there for him. I can’t provide him with all the love he deserves… I’d rather break his heart now and let him find a person that can give him everything he deserves than stringing him along and not being able to provide.”

“That’s a very rational and caring thing to do.” Willow nodded. “Just be gentle. He’s a nice man and deserves to know why you're leaving him.”

“Of course. I want to make it the least painful I possibly can.” Vickey sighed and brought her hands to her stomach. “I do want a family someday though. Everyone my age is already married and with kids. I’ve always wanted kids. I could take or leave the spouse.”

“Adoption is always an option but you’d definitely have to start working less hours. You can’t keep going at the pace you are anyways. You’ll burn out and that might make your mental state worse.”

“Yeah. But I feel like the jobs are the only thing that keep me going.”

“That’s because they’ve been a distraction and kept your mind off the depression but now that you're medicated and going to therapy I believe it’s time to cut back. Maybe you won’t have to break up after all?”

Vickey made a face at that and Willow made a noise.

“Oh? Is the reason you gave me *not* why you wanna break up?”

“It is!! Mostly…” Vicker sighed and groaned. “But I guess I’m also a little… claustrophobic? Like he’s too clingy when we are together? And I want to experiment with these new feelings but I don’t want to cheat on him, whether emotionally or physically. Does that make me a bad person..? I don’t want to hurt him. He makes me happy. But I can’t imagine a future with him and when I try, all I can think about is a nice wife and two beautiful children.”

“I think you should definitely talk to him. Tell him what you told me and how you love him, just not as a boyfriend.”

Vickey nodded. They talked about some other things but this she took to heart.

When she got home she ended it and gave him a month to move out. She wasn’t in any rush to get him out but she wasn’t apologetic when two weeks later she brought a pretty little thing home. But apparently hearing her ungodly noises was a huge catalyst in getting him out. Vickey had learned some things that night… one thing in particular: Girls fv(kin rock.

Vickey was 27 now. She had continued therapy and enjoyed it. Her life was better. She had wiggled her way into law enforcement and though the starting pay and hours weren’t great she knew she could climb the ranks and improve both those things. All it required was time and effort. She had quit her other jobs when the academy finally accepted her and she had one hell of a shot so, though they hoped she’d never need to use her gun, they knew she’d win in a shootout.

It didn’t take too long to get decent hours, working during the day rather than the night. And soon after that she made a decision… she started the paperwork to be able to foster, something her captain had mentioned. He had been fostering for a few years and he talked about those kids with such love. Vickey knew she could do the same and give any child given to her a good home. She wanted to adopt but figured this would be her first step in the door. The system wasn’t too fond about her not having a partner but she was adamant she could take care of a child. Her first was a 16 year old boy pulled from an abusive home. His father was currently fighting for custody but given a ‘situation’ the boy couldn’t go with him for the time being.

His name was Cody and Vickey welcomed him with open arms. He was only with her for two months and though he was distant, moody, and rude, Vickey loved him. She was sad to see him go.

Her next was a 6 year old boy named Jack. His mother had been injured in a crash and rendered unable to take care of him. No other family would take him so he was given to Vickey. He was outgoing, he was polite, and he absolutely loved birds. Vickey didn’t know the first thing about birds but did she stay up all night to memorize every fact she could and practice the calls of every bird in their area to teach to him? You bet your sweet butt she did! The smile on his face when he heard her do the call of a chickadee or mourning dove would forever have a place in her heart. Watching him learn to perfect them and then relaying them to his mother when they visited her in the hospital, priceless. He was gone in a little under a year, back to his mother where he belonged and Vickey was heartbroken for herself but so so happy for him. He came for visits every now and then and she became a babysitter when Mom needed it.

Life marched on. It had its ups and downs. Vickey had housed hundreds of faces, some for a few days and others for years. She never ended up adopting. If she did she wouldn’t have room for the next kid that needed her help. She expanded her house so she had four spare rooms for kids, she became an expert cook (she had to take a lot of classes but she managed fine after awhile and with so many mouths to feed she got good quickly), she never married though she did date on and off a few times, she advanced in her career, she had it all. Life wasn’t what she had planned but it’s exactly what she needed it to be. It was perfect. She died of old age, a few of her old fosters gathered around her bed and wishing her goodbye.

When she opened her eyes it was bright and warm, gold lacing… everything. She had white fur and beautiful fluffy wings… she had never been a believer but she guessed her good deeds must’ve trumped her disbelief.

She smiled…

…. And very suddenly she was flung forward, back into herself, she was grasping at her chest and heaving for air, bent over a counter. She desperately looked around, the smell of burnt flesh and cigarettes filling her nose. The figure in front of her grinned, “So, which life would you rather have had? Was the one change worth it?”

Vickey was reeling. One change— what one change?! Where was she?! Wait… all those years ago.. that stranger… the extended hand… Mary.

“I… I have to choose?” She choked. Because that was a hard choice. She had lived a good life, she helped people…. Or she lived a bad life but got to meet people like Lilith and Sage and the rest of the polycule and the guard squad…

“You can only have one life.” The smile said, “You’re a fox after all, not a cat.”

Vlk didn’t laugh as she stared down at the two orbs showcasing the best of her lives. In one held her with her foster kids, flashing through images of their faces. The other showed the polycule, Lilith, it even flashed to the beginning of her relationship with Mary where everything was good and nice… she looked between the two for a few more minutes, wanting to remember both for as long as she could.

“Have you made your choice?”

“Yes.” Her paw set gently on the left orb.

In an instant the room was gone. The horrid smell was replaced by cotton candy and flowers. Sage and Lilith were forgotten. Mary was a distant memory of some stalker creep. She didn’t remember making the decision but she was at peace with something she had just done. She stretched and flapped her wings, looking around her new home.

[x-heesy]

😂

#panicdynamicpandemic #trackoftheday #gifattack #gifmania #moody #edm #electronicmusic #shakewhatyamamagaveya #raaaaven @len0r @kattywompuss @bigbonzo #electroshockboogie #dancemfdance #partymusic #lostinmusic #thankslordfordrumandbass

Three Six - Absu_NTQL Remix by RNZ, Dusan Vlk, Absu_NTQL

[theacedragon0w0]

A Small Chat

Shoutout to @puffymucher for their pillow talk Comic it lives in my head rent free and owns Hazel

Rosalina belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22

And Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000 <3

[prerodinu]

Location:  Čierny Vlk

Name of the club is called: Čierny Vlk or black wolf.

Known by the neon sign that is legit just a wolfs head howling at the moon.

Was named after the wolf that bit Katia and Artem, their father Vavrinac.

The Club is only for supernatural creatures and no one can get in without an invite, a special seal that is given out to members of said club. You must pay a fee depending on the area’s you would like to be in.

The seal is either something you get much like a card. Or it’s tattooed into your skin with a chip and UV so that it can be seen under a special kind of black light.

The club has 5 different area’s or floors all for different activities.

The first floor is the dance club. which you have to get past a bouncer to get into showing your seal. This seal is bright pink and looks like this. The charge for this area is 10 bucks a month. 120 for the full year. You can only pay monthly and when you cancel your seal is taken away.

The second floor is the Exotic Dancer/ Escort area. This area is specifically design for someone who want’s company. While none of the dancers strip, they simply wear revealing clothing and that’s it, or for another fee you can have a date with one of them.  The seal for this area is this. This much like the first one is a seal you get like card. Only with this seal you get an extra one for a friend and each card is imprinted for a name and address. A scanner is used to make sure no one is using someone else’s card. For this you pay 40 bucks a month. that’s 480 a year, an extra 100 is added for dates per escort you use. Another 300 is used if you wish to take them off club grounds.  For this you get unlimited Access to the first floor s well as the second. You are not allowed to touch unless given permission.

The third floor is poker. It’s only for high stakes poker games. To even be able to get into the third area is a minimum of 5 grad you put down. After that its 2 grand a month for a year. 24,000 for the full year. This seal looks like this. And is tattooed on your skin along with a card seal with your info on it. The only way you are allowed to even get a membership to this portion of the club is to have 5 references all within good standing of the club. Along with a background check. make sure you aren’t a cop basically.

The last level of the club is 4. With this you get all access to anything in the club, this is tattooed on your skin and you are only allowed in this section if you have been in good standing, with the club for more than 10 years, and have no outstanding debts paid. You have to be a level 3 member. The seal looks like this, and you pay 1.5 million for the full year. On top of that, you get special access to an underground place to sleep and or do whatever they wish to do. Vampires and of the like that feed off of people get their pick of anyone special they wish to feed from. All of them are willing participants. Plus special events much like drag racing and having the club closed down to them for a night.

The 5th area is Lilura's office, and no one is allowed in there but her. It is kept under lock and key and she has a special entrance to get in and out. The whole upper level besides having a large portion of her office is also the room for all of the workers of the club.

Caelan monitors the activities in the club and makes sure all members are up to date.

Lilura watches all night on monitors to make sure no one cheats or is doing something she does not allow in her club.

All different areas have different colors dedicated to them. The first floor is pink. The second is Blue. The third is red and the last is black.

Bodyguards are placed all around the premises some of them blend in some of them don’t.

Lilura has bodyguards and a private car to and from the club. She monitors all club activities as well as all club members. You cheat. She knows, depending on how bad it is it can be a memory wipe or death. She might offer jail time as well depending on her mood.

The Pinterest Page Is here.

[wzart]

(prostřednictvím magnetu "KONEC HRY-ARMAGEDON 9" na prodej od Wartist )

[lieselotte-sky]

A takto milé děti vypadá čersvě vyoraný vlk. Ještě jsou na něm zbytky hlíny…

Zemědělci vlka zasejí, pak ho pohnojí a pak zas vyrejí…

[dalsimoravskyblog]

Lovec: what the fuck

Strach vyjevil svou pravou tvář, když mu v ČT konečně dovolili točit místo mysteriózní detektivky s náboženskými prvky jenom čisté náboženské mystérium. Ukazuje se, že detektivka je to, co předchozí projekty drželo nad vodou šílenství.

(A jako bonus několik příšerných grafik a snímků ze seriálu. Tenhle je jenom absurdně komický... ale bude to horší.)

Seriál Lovec včera skončil posledním, osmým dílem. Já i spolubydlící jsme měly dost po čtvrtém, maximálně pátém, ale zároveň nás zajímalo, jak ten trainwreck dopadne. Vole, tak nějak nijak?? Nejhorší konec, díky moc, Jiří.

O co vlastně vůbec jde – lovec démonů a profesionální matrix cosplayer Pavel Kříž zkříží cestu s nekonzistentní slovenskou pojišťovačkou Janou Kolesárovou (proč se její postava jmenuje Alice, když je doprčic někde z Banské Bystrice?? přísahám, že ten rým nebyl záměr), z které se vyklube hostitelka démona a dost možná budoucí matka antikrista, I guess.

(Připomíná mi to znělku jihoamerické telenovely z roku 1998.)

Zrození antikrista má celý lór, z kterého se asi jen zázrakem povedlo dostat A/B/O dynamiku (matka antikrista je dcera ďábla a ženy, která je taky dcera ďábla, té první se říká alfa, té druhé beta a antikrist je vlk gama). Lovci démonů taky mají lór a tajnou organizaci se sídlem ve Vatikánu, kde ale všichni mluví česky nebo slovensky. Sure, Ján. V poslední epizodě, kdy je otevřeno asi tak dvacet dějových linek, se do tohoto lóru přidá dalších čtyřicet nových informací a do seriálu pět nových postav. Nevyřeší se nic. Ale byl čas na potitulkovou scénu, která nedává smysl. Strach si je asi dost jistej, že dostane druhou sérii. A já se trochu bojím, že jo.

Největší problém je ale nakonec to, že Strach se nemohl rozhodnout, jestli píše Supernatural nebo Šifru mistra Leonarda. Takže nejdřív naši hrdinní hrdinové jezdí po slovenských lokacích zahalených Twilight filtrem a pátrají mezi slovenskými ochotníky. Nikoho to nezajímá, ani ten seriál to nezajímá. Uvidíte nejhorší speciální efekty za posledních pět dekád. V jednom díle je Kotek for some reason.

(Jeho výraz sám o sobě by se dal vydávat za drsný. Ale pak je tam ten její: „do výtahu se mnou nastoupil místní úchyl, a zrovna teď, když jsem terminálně rozcuchaná“.)

Šéf Kříže a asi jediné světlo na konci tunelu je Dvořák ve vestičce, který je nejdřív děsný kokot, pak ho posedne démon, Kolesárová z něj dostane démona, načež dojde k jeho hluboké introspekci. Je to jakože jediná lidsky zajímavá linka toho celého. Akceptovatelné Anděl Páně AU.

Do toho tam literally lítá Judit Bárdos v bílém rouchu. Speciální efekt u Kláry Issové panenky Marie před dvaceti lety byl dvacetkrát lepší, ale nebyl tak funny.

Uvidíte mnichy s kvérem, jeptišky bez kvéru, jejichž pouhá přítomnost má vzbuzovat děs (laciná inspirace céčkovými horory ze sedmedesátých let nebo The Nun, vyberte si), normální lidi s kvérem, démony s kvérem, Janu Kolesárovou s kvérem, asi vlkodlaka??? A to vše s rozpočtem dvacet korun, jednou lokací točenou z různých úhlů, jednou sdílenou filmovou pistolí a partou nadšených komparzistů v homemade kostýmech duchovních.

(Toto je oficiální promo grafika z JOJky. Nedělám si srandu.)

Byla tato recenze koherentní? Ne, ale budeme se tvářit, že to byla stylistická volba snažící se napodobit koherenci a smysluplnost Lovce. Jestli jste to dočetli až sem, máte nárok na kompenzaci. Mně těch osm hodin už nikdo nevrátí.

[imapuppy5000]

A story with the guard squad!! Vlk, Orion, and Athena belong to me. Everyone else belongs to one of these amazing people

@tamberwoof @theacedragon0w0 @mirconreadzztuff22 and y’all please give me the tags of everyone else

It was movie night and the guard squad had just settled down for their movie. It was Athena’s turn to pick so of course they were watching the rom-yist com there was. But suddenly disaster struck, they realized they had no snacks and NO POPCORN. The horror!

Vlk, never one for cheesy movies, piped up and soothed the group's panic and grief with a few simple words, “I’ll go get snacks. You can start the movie without me.”

“You’d do that?” Athena asked, “and we can just wait for you to get back— you don’t have to miss any of the movie.”

“It’s fine. You guys watch and I’ll be back in a giffy with lots of snack for everyone.” She pulled out her phone and went to her notes app to make sure she had everyone’s food preferences written down. She did. “Alright, bye.”

But before she could leave Sage stopped her, “Wait! Take Orion with you.”

“What?” Vlk growled darkly and Orion yelped.

“You’re safer in pairs. Please? It would make me feel better about you going out alone at night.”

“I can handle myself.” Vlk huffed but didn’t fight. “Come on Orion, let’s be quick.”

The hound growled but Athena urged him on and he padded after Vlk stoically.

“You have a car?” Vlk asked as they left the building.

“Nope.”

“Ah. Then unfortunately we’re stuck together for a bit.”

Orion lifted a brow but didn’t really express anything beyond that so Vlk crossed her arms and walked in silence.

Ten minutes later she was dying. She always had to have some kind of noise or else she got stuck in her thoughts and went mad. Finally she couldn’t take it and blurted, “Why don’t you talk?!”

Orion gave her a quizzical look and shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face.

“No- no don’t do that! Why don’t you just— urg— rant to me about your day or something?!” Another shrug and Vlk stopped in front of her companion, forcing him into a halt as well. “Please. I never ask you for anything. Just… tell me something. Talk at me.”

Orion studied her face for a moment and decided she wasn’t desperate enough. “Grovel.” He growled deeply.

“Seriously? This is why I hate you.” She poked her finger into his chest and decided to walk without noise. Another five minutes and her teeth were clenching. Thoughts of her parents were circling her head like vultures. She needed a distraction and it just slipped out, ever so weakly, “Please.”

“What?” His ear perked and he turned his attention on the dejected fox.

“Please.. please talk to me. I really can’t stand the silence.”

“More.”

“What more do you want?!”

“Get on your knees and beg.”

Vlk sneered and then jeered back, “You do like to see me on my knees, don’t you?”

Orion blushed and snarled, “Do it.”

She rolled her eyes but got on her knees and held her hands tightly, “Please, sir. Talk to me.”

“Fine. But you don’t get to talk the rest of the trip.”

Vlk nodded, fine with not having to talk and being able to just listen.

And so the rest of the walk to the store was peaceful, Orion chattering on about his day and ranting about Jasmine, saying a few things about Athena that were interesting to say the least, and just rambling. It was comforting and kept Vlk’s mind off of everything else.

At the convenience store she sent Orion to the movie theater down the street to pick up a few large bags of popcorn, extra butter, and nacho cheese dip (a specialty item for Sage, and no Vlk was not showing favoritism).

Four bags of jerky, one for Vlk, one for Iris, two for Xana. Vlk wasn’t a fan of Iris’s favorite snack but she would buy it if the store had it. Unfortunately, they were outside of cannibal town so pinky’s were harder to score. Vlk couldn’t really understand that liking. She had tried human flesh once and it wasn’t great but something as lean as the pinky seemed just terrible.

Regardless she continued on her search.

Nutter Butter’s and P.B Bites for Hazel.

Sage got hot fries, seasoned mango’s, and some Red hots.

Sydney got chewy chips ahoy.

Athena’s snacks of choice were skittles and airhead belts. She had a major sweet tooth so Vlk also got her a bag of powdered donuts.

Finally was Orion. Vlk got him black licorice.

After everyone’s individual snacks had been collected it was time for drinks. A case of Dr. Pepper (Vlk’s favorite), Root beer, and Fanta added to the list. Unable to hold everything properly the Fox stumbled to the counter and dropped her load onto it, looking over the pile at the clerk. Poor guy looked like he wanted to roll over and die.

Checking out took a long time, by the time she was done Orion was waiting outside with the popcorn. She did not expect the bags to be as large as there were, roughly the size of a toddler, and hadn’t expected Orion to buy 5 if they were that big. But here he was, all five giant bags tied together and slung over his shoulder while he carried a bucket of butter in his other hand.

“Where’s the cheese dip?”

“In one of the popcorn bags.”

She nodded and they left back to the tower. Needless to say, everyone was shocked and pleasantly surprised when they returned with enough food to feed an army.

[beneathsilverstars]

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[theacedragon0w0]

Red Fish Blue Fish

A Voltage aquarium dating fic, yes I'm normal about this ship

Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000

"Sage I think I found your doppelganger, " Vlk pointed at a particularly large catfish, looking over to see Sage's reaction, unfortunately they looked more curious than offended.

"Huh, I can see the similarities."

Vlk cupped Sage's face, "You know you are impossible to insult?"

Sage with their mushed faced replied, "Yeah, sorry I'm not a lot of fun,"

"No don't apologize, and I'm having an amazing time with you."

It was nice that Sage invited Vlk to check out the new aquarium, with some sea creatures being showcased originating form the envy ring itself. It was nice that the two sinners were able to be alone, given the fact that Sage was put on a tighter leash after their past scuffle woth their old boss.

They made their way to a secluded part of the aquarium, most of everyone was at the large leviathan display so the two were alone.

"Vlk? You look a bit distant dear,"

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just," Vlk fiddled her thumbs, "I like it when it's just us you know? Don't get me wrong I love the others, Rosalina, Hazel, and Velvette to an extent, but you," Vlk cradled Sage's face, brushing her thumb across their lips, "You make me better, you make me want to be better, and fuck, you are just, the sweetest, funniest, biggest dork I have ever met."

Sage looked down, their face a deep violet, "you know you are pretty great too."

"Oh really? Tell me, how did I manage to woo you into adding me into your roster of lovers?"

Sage placed their hand under their chin, "Well for starters, you have an amazing bod,"

"Oh really?" Vlk grabbing one of Sage's belt loops, pulling them closer, "I know that's not everything."

Sage took a deep breath, "You inspire me, you don't take shit from anyone, even those that nobody would dare to talk back, your ferocity, your passion, and well," Sage grabbed Vlk's hands, "you put up with me."

Vlk closed the distance, wrapping her arms around Sage's neck as their lips met, Vlk giggling as Sage spun the fox in their arms. The couple stopped as Sage almost tripped over a trashcan.

"It amazes me that you can dodge punches but end up running into any inanimate object."

"What can I say? It's a natural talent of mine."

Sage ushered Vlk at one of the tide pools, pointing at an urchin, "This one is you."

Vlk sneered, "How so? I hope this isn't a joke Sage,"

"Just watch," Sage whispered, placing their hand into the water, after a few minutes, the urchin slowly crawled onto her hand, Sage held their prosthetic out for Vlk, which she begrudgingly gave her paw. Sage lowered Vlk's hand into the water, it was cold but Vlk quickly got used to it, watching as Sage carefully passed the urchin onto Vlk's paw.

"You see Vlk, like this Urchin, you have this spiky exterior that helps you defend yourself from predators, but given a gentle hand, you are open to the opportunity to be held without worrying about what others think."

Vlk's cheeks redden, "Fuck you know what to say in your weird analogies huh?"

"Yeah I blame Stripes, now hold still, I have to take a picture of this."

Which Sage posted on their Pensta, captioning the picture as "Aqua date with a foxy beauty! The little guy is the best wingman here!"

Vlk looked over and saw that Velvette was the first to comment to the post, "Adorable! The urchin looks like it's trying to steal your date lol."

Vlk scoffed, which Sage noticed, "you might not realize it but Velvette likes you too you know?"

Vlk flicked her fur, "Well I am irresistible like you said," but Sage squeezed Vlk's paws, "No I'm serious, Velvette pretty much stalks your posts and constantly asks me what colors you like and twists my arm about your music tastes."

"Huh, and what have you said?"

"I told her that she would have to ask you herself, which is why she is taking you out next week to that light performance."

Vlk's face was flushed, "I was under the impression that she wanted to use me for a scarf, given that I'm stealing you from her."

Sage stopped Vlk, "You aren't stealing me from anyone, yes the whole soul situation makes me hers legally but I have seen her around you, she wants you just as much as I do."

Vlk's shoulders relaxed as Sage pulled them along, heading towards the next exhibit that had glowing jellyfish.

[prerodinu]

Pack Location: Dacian Vlk Apartment 

Location: New York

Dacian’s home is warm and cozy. He has a lot of blankets thrown around, natural light and of course pieces of art work. 

Alot of his furniture is mismatched. It’s stuff he picked up through the ages. A couch from the 80′s. Some coffee table from the 90′s. A random rug from the 70′s. 

He like many other prefers the concrete and brick to add something else to the place. Though all of his artwork is behind museum-quality glass so that it does not get fade. Most of his windows are also museum-quality glass so that it won’t fade anything in the home. 

[bisexualannaewers]

"Winter's Tale"

Georgina Grenville by Fabrizio del Rincon for Vogue Adria, Winter 2025

Styling: Nikita Vlk Makeup: Maria Olsson Hair: Nicole Higgins