#whisper the wolf rp

[ask-whisper]

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⌜For the fallen… I draw my strength! ⌟

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‛ ‛ Whisper's speech, or better yet.. whispers…

💎OOC. Whisper's state and actions.

💭 Whisper thinking. 💎—💎—💎—💎—💎 BLOG TO-DO LIST ) (X) Muse info & headcanons (X) Mun info & triggers (X) Ask / RP Rules (X) My own Whisper icons (X) Customized blog theme (X) RP starters (X) RP memes

[deadly-whispers]

For the bots that are willing to answer,

What's your favorite color and why? does it line up with the color the company portrays you with?

(Chica would answer, but cannot right now. Just know she's looking at you sadly, anon.)

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...Purple. I'm not getting into why.

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I like blue!! Really any shade of it, it's just pretty! Uhm.. I guess it doesn't really align with what the company uses with me, but... that's just what I like!

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Black, like my soul.

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Red and blue! Fits me, don’t you think?

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𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤.

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𝓲 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷.

[universalzones]

Continued from X @smileimi

Whisper simply remain patient, yet it was clearly that Eimi had been doing something prior to her intrusion given the way she seemd to be trying to gather herself. The hedgehog's quills not as orderly and neat as normal, winded breath, and the clear use of a desk to support herself. Then gears start turning. 'Was she-' The wolfs thoughts stopped short upon being asked how she was and how they can help her.

"I am, fine. I merely wished to seek your advice on something, though if I caught you at a bad time it can wait." Whisper wasn't sure just what Eimi was doing, though it was clear as day they were worn out. Maybe there were working out? Of course, the wolf was simply over thinking things before.

[incorrectfandomthings]

hey sonic fandom... Rp requests are open

I usually only really do human AUs. I normally play Silver, but am up to also playing Whisper!

No NSFW, other rper must be open to canon divergence and headcannons about characters.

Ships: Sonilver, Whispangle, and Espilver

DM me with offers!

[nootingextras]

Whisper the Wolf Icons

Series: IDW #1-12, 2019 Annual Comic Count: 170 Type: 100 x 100, Base Icons NSFW?: No Credit: Like or Reblog, Editing is allowed Link: Dropbox

Preview:

[askwhispangle]

What was the last outing you two had outside of Diamond Cutter business?

"Oh, that's a good question.. it's been a while.. the last outing I had was with Belle, Jewel, and Amy to the Nature Park/Camp."

“i don't really have any outings.”

[sonicons-the-blog]

389 100x100 Whisper the Wolf Icons from the IDW Sonic Comics

Google Drive

[jrueships]

Leans down so my lips are right next to your ear so you can hear my most sincere and heartfelt whispers of adoration and praise

[forgettingpetal]

A slight rustle amongst the wind as the person walked. A spy for Eggman. Someone looking to turn in information for the evil master mind.

They would only seeing the light reflecting of a blade before the wind would rush past them as she moved. The spy acted fast, grabbing her by the wrist and tossing her into a wall. A gasp escaped her followed by a growl as the spy pinned her, hands above her head.

The spy narrowed their eyes. She only glared back. But remained calm. The spy kept her hands pinned with one hand while the other grasped her chin.

"You made a mistake, sweetheart."

She tilted her head, fluttering her eyelashes a tad. "Did I now? Silly me." she purred.

Before swiftly kneeing the other in the gut. The spy gasped and before they knew it, Whisper had grabbed them by the arm and completely flipped them over.

Before they could get up, she placed her hand on their chest. Hard. Forcing them to stay down before straddling them.

Blade to their throat.

"Doesn't feel too good to be on the other end, does it now?" she narrowed her eyes before leaning her head down. "Now."

"I am gonna need that info you stole. Please and thank you. Sweetheart."

[mantleoflight]

Mist left an entire pie in Echos quarters for her. Chocolate with Meringue. Along with a note, 'will be gone for a few days. Have this on me. Stay safe-' @the-young-red-wolf

Echo looked at the pie and then at the note. Whisper hovered over her shoulder, giving the letter a once over before looking at her risen.

"Any idea where she went?" Echo asked, looking over at Whisper.

Whisper shook her shell. "Unless Cayde has an idea for it, I have no clue. Mist tends to go anywhere at any given time. She could be talking with Ikora or fist-fighting the Nightmare of Ghaul for all we know."

Echo gave a chuckle and shook her head. "That's not comforting... but it does sound like something she'd do." The exo frowned and rubbed her shoulders. "I hope she'll be okay. I know finding the ahamkara egg put a lot of people on edge."

"They aren't the only ones," Whisper murmured to herself hovering over to transmat portions of the pie onto nearby plates. After all, it wasn't going to keep forever and there were only so many people who could eat it.

[themultiverseheroines]

Open Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

“Let’s just make sure to get this over with, okay? I’d rather we get this done as soon as possible and not take too long,” said Whisper the Wolf towards your muse. Whisper is a cautious and distrusting person. She only agreed to do this because Tangle asked her to.

[katakankollector]

DARK FAIRY-TALES SENTENCE STARTERS Sentences were taken from two wonderful songs by Lilith Max ( Peasant’s Throne & Big Bad Wolf ) and shall suit such topics as betrayal, royalty, intrigues, murder, temptation, shapeshifting, monster, werewolf, survival, fairy-tale, folktale, downfall. Slight changes occurred for rp needs. Change names and pronouns further as you see fitting.   [ art credit: "The Beauty and The Beast " by Matt Mahurin ]

I don't need a sword

You've come to take my skin

You've come to make some coin

My hunger still roars

It's just a whisper, I breathe in [ his ] ear

I came upon you so sudden

I watch [ his ] eyes, as they roam through the crowd

Yet your hunger roars more

I clean the stains of their fine blood

I wondered how I would catch you

I sit above while the peasants bow below

Only the forest will know

Little nightmare, you have beautiful eyes

Bow down and swear servility

I'm the bad wolf of fables 

I can see all the stories where beast go to die

The forest hides the truth

Now suddenly I see, why they call you a monster and not me

Come, feast upon all that is yours

Should I play with my prey

I can see all the stories where I'll go to die

[ He ] cannot see the world, from below like I do

[ His ] thoughts veil his view

You've come to wrap my teeth round your throat

Let me feast upon all that is yours

Little did I see the hunter in you

I fear there are traitors in our midst

From the highest tower, [ we ] watch the fight begin

And then it is too late

The one that stands before [ him ], is the one who stole [ his ] throne

I am the king

The rest is history

The smirk on your face is  far crueler than mine

I should have seen it all come close

Not noticing my hands on [ his ] crown, bringing it all down

I failed to notice the glint of your knife

A blade cuts through the air

There's one tale that begins deep, deep in the forest

I don't need advisors

[ He ] wonders who it is

[deadly-whispers]

BEFORE I FORGET (yes it is 2am but we wont talk about that)

Since I asked about Monty and Bonnie already, hows about I ask about some others.

Roxy, Chica, are you two doin’ okay? How d’y’all feel?

And Freddy! What’s goin’ on with you, pal? How’s your night holdin’ up?

(William i swear you better shut your bitchass up-)

𝔸 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀’𝕞 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘?

sigh 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪. 𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨.

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i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠-t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡-r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠_t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡-s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡

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Hi there, friend! My night is being pretty shit, to be honest. I’m not a fan of how I’m getting attached to this kid, and I got fuckin’ blindsided by… something. I feel like I’m being held together by zip ties and CEO tears.

[Gregory would wave, but frankly he is trying to hide what he did to Chica right now.]

[coat-thief-kafka]

Hi, Astral Expressers... Well, you caught me.

Playing the violin and firing a gun both require flexible fingers, but bullets are more obedient.

Learnt the script, so I know how this ends, woah~ Try escape, no, the plot never bends, woah~ Life's not what it seems, break them down, a symphony I'll bring you to your knees, whisper till you listen to me

The other Hunters and I have traveled far to find you~ You're more valuable than you look, and I'm certain that we won't be the only ones thinking that way very soon.

I don't ask for much, just that you comply and behave yourself. I can't have anybody turning their backs on me, and I'm not afraid to resort to my Spirit Whisper if you're stubborn.

If there's no clear reason for me to rid myself of you, maybe I could show you a good time, tell you a secret or two~ Just as long as you don't go blabbing to the IPC. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

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#nessun dorma 🕯️ : Art reblogs

#caught in the web 🕸️ : Random thoughts and calm moments

#unlucky prey 🕷️ : Asks from anons and others

#a taste of the forbidden 🍷 : Interactions with Honkai Star Rail blogs

#written in the script ⚔️ : Interactions with other Stellaron Hunters

#fated scriptmaster 🐈‍⬛ : Mentions of Elio

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#starlit company 🌃 : Interactions with / mentions of Firefly

#fallen angel 💫 : Interactions with / mentions of Sunday (a fellow mod's au!)

Masterlist post of Honkai Star Rail-official blogs linked here

[calla-celtigar]

creatures of the sea

a dialogue within @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood, a closed starter with @daltongreyjoy-asoiaf-rp

The crab and the kraken. Lady Calla Celtigar did not miss the irony of her meeting in the beauty of the Red Keep’s lush gardens, the season leading to the bloom of intricate red and yellow flowers. Calla had been fond of the gardens since the day she arrived in King’s Landing many years ago. There were few flowers on Claw Isle, more stone and moss than flower and wood. However, King’s Landing tamed beasts in these gardens, both man and animal. Calla Celtigar was curious to see if it would do the same to Lord Greyjoy, the infamous Red Kraken. 

Her small fleet of trading ships had sent word-filled trepidation over the arrival of some of the Greyjoy fleet. Dalton Greyjoy had made an impression across Westeros, even to her Celtigar men who solely traveled the Narrow Sea. She heard the omens of ships with black and gold squids. But Calla did not fear Dalton Greyjoy due to his purpose of travel. The lords of Westeros had come to swear loyalty before to the dragon. Perhaps the kraken could not be tamed, but he could be made to bow.

Calla pondered these thoughts as she winded through the rows of shrubbery and curated flowers, politely nodding to the other ladies of the court who walked past. It had been some time since she had the moment to enjoy the space due to her duties to Princess Rhaenyra, and it was clear that her absence had been noted. However, the ladies kept their distance in the path due to the hunting hound that padded beside her. Her maids had tended to Moddey as best they could, but her old hound preferred her company in such places as this. His grey fur had been soft under her fingertips as she walked, and the dog instinctively leaned on the folds of her velvet dress as she turned a corner. Moddey had always been quiet as a shadow, but he made his presence known by physical touch. She had wondered how Moddey had ever been a trained wolf hound until she looked at the scars that marred his muzzle. Many of the pelts Lord Bartimos displayed in his court Moddey had a part in her grandsire's travels to Crackclaw Point and beyond.

The hound was a predator in the garden and not the only one as Calla set her eyes upon the Lord of the Iron Islands. He looked all the parts of the Greyjoys she had both heard and read about. He was hewn out of dark sea stone, unyielding and weathered. She looked over him, memorizing the details she could only imagine before this encounter.

“Lord Greyjoy.” Calla stepped forward to him with a deep incline of her head, her ringed hands wrung behind her back. There was no smile on her face but neutral respect for one of the realm's most powerful lords. Rarely had a Celtigar interacted with a Greyjoy in history.

“I appreciate the time you have taken to meet with me today.” She waved a hand forward, beckoning him forward as she began to walk down an alternate path, Moddey trailing behind her now with dark eyes. She turned her head to Dalton, pearls swaying in her hair as she did so. Two creatures of the sea, walking on land because of duty.

“I hope the city and the Red Keep are treating you and your family well.” Calla had done her research before preparing this meeting with him, learning the number of his wives and his children. The Red Keep would be crawling with krakens in the coming days. She had already heard the whispers in the halls of the castle. The children were uncouth and illborn, and their father a vicious heathen. Calla was curious about what Lord Greyjoy would do when the words came to his ear. But those were words of the future and in no way the purpose of her arranged meeting.

“Do you enjoy history, Lord Greyjoy?” Calla let the question hang in the air as they walked, the stone clicking under their feet as they slowly moved forward. Perhaps he would appreciate a blunt offer, but she sensed otherwise when treating with the man who paid the Iron Price.

[askwhispangle]

“just found out it's my birthday today. m'17 now.”