#wolfwater

[achilles-the-boy-of-gold]

If anyone says that moonwater is gross, or stupid, or "a step too far", you will be blocked immediately. I love them very much. I would do anything for them.

[luluslovelylife]

I didn’t take the job, but I am back!

[sniffanimal]

i miss my wolfwater universe. i found my notebook i kept at my register and wrote stuff in when i was working retail like 6 years ago. it was a cute little town where all my furry ocs lived lol but i also had this idea that it existed in a sort of portal world where the town was all humans until it got trapped under a spell and everyone there exists as animal people instead now, and Reilley was a paranormal investigator who came to town to study it and got turned into a dog when she got there. I was gonna do little vignettes and comics and stuff set in it. it could be fun to bring it back

[carrsuniverse]

Hey kid, you want... the first rough draft of page one of the novel version of Wolfwater?

WC: 546

**

Waking up with a sharp gasp, skin tacky with a cold sweat, the alarm clock next to their bed reads ten o'clock. A cold breeze makes them shiver and they look over to realize their window is wide open, which they're sure they closed before going to bed. 

Alex’s legs are unsteady when they stand; the sound of their heart pounding in their ears is the only sound they can hear and their tense muscles make walking across the room difficult. Closer to the window, they notice several shallow gouges in the wood of the windowsill. When they touch them, they seem strangely cold- colder than the winter wind blowing outside.

There's a flutter of wings and a caw that's almost drowned out by the wind howling. Alex squints, trying to make out anything through the snow blowing so heavily that it obscures the light of the full moon; and only when the streetlight under their window flashes and buzzes do they realize it's been off the whole time.

A final strong gust of wind that blows a face full of cold snow through the open window as they slam it shut. The old locks fight back when they try to close them, and in the end, they only get one of the two locks securely closed. Their fingers are stiff from the frozen metal, but they can’t be entirely sure if the pain is from the latches biting into their skin or if it’s all in their head. 

They yawn and rub their face, knowing there's no way they'll get back to sleep now. Alex stretches out their back as they walk towards the bathroom and sighs in relief when their spine pops. 

The old pipes groan in protest when they turn on the tap. They splash their face with some warm water and look up in the mirror, finding nothing but their own exhausted face reflected back at them. They lightly trace the bags under their eyes, the physical evidence of their sleeping troubles becoming even worse as of late.

Before Alex has the chance to catalog every flaw on their face, a shiver travels up their back and they look out into their bedroom to see their window half open again. They pinch the bridge of their nose and curse under their breath, stomping out of the bathroom. They’ve barely made it back out into their bedroom before they stop dead in their tracks. 

An enormous bird perches on their window sill; the feathers along its chest and neck are missing, the skin twisted into an angry burn. It watches them with a curious tilt of its head, staring at them with empty, dead blue eyes. A faint smell of putrid, rotting meat wafts in from the bird, who seems unbothered by the freezing wind whipping around it. Something about this bird makes Alex’s heart beat faster and their hands shake as they stare into its cold eyes, something strangely human.

Adrenaline courses through their body when they see the bird make a sharp, stilted movement forward. They nearly trip over their own feet in their haste forward to slam the window closed as hard as they can. 

The bird makes a noise that could almost count as offended as it flies away. 

[mrsremusss]

the feeling of your skin locked in my head | wolfwater

@augustineslipedawayy

A festa já acontecia há um bom tempo e apesar de entretido, Remus já tinha perdido James há bons minutos... Sirius então, ele nem tinha certeza se tinha visto o amigo depois de terminar de ajeitar seu cabelo. Estava se questionando se sequer teria quarto pra dormir naquela noite, quando avistou Laura de longe - e a vista roubou todo seu fôlego. Sem nem pensar, se aproximou, depositando sua mão firme nas costas do vestido - e que vestido, dela. "Laura," cumprimentou, oferecendo um sorriso. "You look absolutely breathtaking," elogiou com sinceridade, aproveitando o momento para observá-la mais de perto. "Enjoying the party?"

[riviuus]

maybe hot take?

so moonwater/regmus/what the fuck is the shipname/ regulus x remus kinda slays. and yes wolfstar will always be my otp buuuuutttt, there is that little voice in my head

also what the hell is their shipname?

[thespider-eats-thefly]

L̸̟͌̾͒̑͌̃̾͋̈́͊̑͒̚͝ọ̵̢̼̭̬̻͎̯͈̘͕͍̋̈́̐̉͆́̇͛͋̅͑̉̌̀͜͝ṿ̶͉̤̼̪̌͛ê̸̯̬̞̞̝̜ļ̸͉̜̻̦̞̳̖̦͕̰͛̀͗̈́̕͝͝ͅy̶̨͙͉̪͎̦̫̲̔͛̀̽̕ ̵͚̪͕̱̮̙͐̂̏̍̾d̷̫̪̭̩̘͐̋̾̅̀a̷̢͉̩̩̼͙̝̘͎̐́̒̃͝y̴̨̧̛̺̖͚͔̣͈̩͉̟͎ ̴̢̛̟̤͕͖̞̳͚̪͑̇̾́̅̕͜f̴̢̛̞̩̳̼͙̯̯͖̲̘̼͔̒͌̄̿̆̔́́ͅo̵̡͎̥̟̒͌̾̕͘̕͜͠r̸͉̫͖͔͇̻͉̟̓̈͒͑́̒͑̍́͋͝ͅ ̷̡̭̜̰̼͎̪̘̭̗̦̮̝̅͐́̓̒̏̾̀̓͠ͅấ̷̲̜͛͌̋ ̶̦̫͍̼̘̾͑͌̇̇̒̉̎w̴̰̗̭̻̰̣̺̯͍̹̏̏̇̑̆͋a̶̞͈̪̘̺̥̳̥̙̓̑͑͐͑ͅl̸̢͇̤͓͇̮̻̓̐̿̐̂̅̍̄̆̈́̓̽͝k̴͕̝͙͔͇̤̠̮̝̀͑͗̃̽̒́̐̓͜ ̶̲͙̙͚̟̣̫̉́̊̀̂͗̒͐̒̚͠

[bouncyballcitadel]

Have you ever wanted to be serial killer! Grey’s coffee table while he reads in the morning?

Well, enjoy this commission by the lovely @enspey featuring serial killer! Grey (in his mid-20s) and @carrs-universe-if’s Crow ✨

[luluslovelylife]

I still don’t know if I should. Like I could get more information but I’ve seen people walk in, that I have never seen walk out.

[sniffanimal]

WIPs Meme (Send me something on this list and ill chat about it)

Tagged by @beneathsilverstars

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Okay well I am Not tagging people but if you see this you can say I tagged you and no one will be any the wiser

It took me quite some time to wrangle all my folders and try and figure out what I would call a Wip considering. i have 0 intention of finishing Any of these! Any with a * are fanfic/AUs. List is vaguely in chronological order from ~2012 to now, if you prefer Deep Cuts to Recent Developments. For fun I won't label them though

Mal

TechDiff

Levels over Sky

Tune as Old as Song*

Sam's Guide to Hunting Monsters

Eos and Nyx

Whatever It Takes *

Casting Beyond the Moon

That One Time At The Holiday Party*

Acres

The Crawler Canyon Artifact

Owain's Home for Wayward Wolves

For the Prince Who Has Everything*

It's What You Deserve *

Professional Relationships

Salt the Earth

Eye Research Project

Puck! Will Be the Chosen One

Luc and Aine

Aerus and Toren

Wolfwater

Ribbon of Roving

Unite them (in the Smoking Circle)*

CaFae Au Lait*

Congratulation's You've Won

[carrsuniverse]

I think the worst part about ADHD is that instead of working on any of my current projects I've just been thinking about a Colleen Hoover book that NEEDS to be rewritten as a psychological horror 😔

[mrsremusss]

it's new, the shape of your body (it's blue, the feeling i've got) | wolfwater

@augustineslipedawayy

Remus se considerava sortudo em muitas coisas: em ter encontrado James e Sirius tão cedo na vida, em ter conseguido terminar sua educação, arranjado um bom emprego ao lado da pessoa mais doce da cidade (Alice era outro anjo em sua vida, gostava de pensar assim). Porém, tudo de bom que acontecera na vida dele teve um preço e as cicatrizes de tudo de ruim que antecedeu o que foi bom Remus sempre carregava consigo, mesmo que não falasse sobre. A maioria delas era somente metafórica e ninguém jamais conseguiria ver olhando pra ele. Uma pequena, no entanto, ele carregava com pesar e odiava ter que falar sobre, apesar de saber que precisava.

Laura era uma coisa boa em sua vida, disso ele sabia. Mas sabia também que tudo de bom em sua vida acompanhava algo ruim e temia sempre em acabar envolvendo quem não merecia. Mas por que então o que ela tinha dito girava em sua cabeça? Ela estava se afastando e ele entendia, mas por que o incomodava? A ponto de passar uma tarde inteira fazendo biscoitos natalinos (vermelhos para James e Lily, verdes para Sirius e Ken e azuis para Alice e Frank. Os que fez para Laura, no entanto, eram rosa). E era justamente eles que segurava enquanto esperava ela sair do hospital naquela noite fria.

[thrill-seeker-vn]

😤😤😤 I will find a way. If you aren't in the discord server, that's a pretty good way to be disillusioned to me. Even in asks i find a way to plug the server Jesus-

I also just realized you call me 'the Wolfwater Games' lmao I am but a small rodent man who found an internet connection

You might be a small rodent man but you are still a

The people on the bottom are me and my clones cheering for u <3

Maybe I should make a discord and shamelessly plug it

[afurrybutthememekind]

I’m bad at coming up with titles for stuff

...So...I mentioned in passing in the tags of Del’s character sheet that I might write Del’s perspective of my commissioned story from Jess. I’m being serious when I say, I didn’t actually think I would write it. But here we are. over 1000 words later. Have I mentioned I’m obsessed with @asphodelgame yet? Because I am. Go read it. This is an order.

WC: 1178

Pairing: Del/Hades

Fandom: Fields of Asphodel

There’s no noise when I jolt awake, no tears or screaming. I’m far too used to these nightmares at this point for anything like that. I’m even used to the ache in my limbs that begs for me to move; to get up and burn off the remaining adrenaline of a dream I’ve already forgotten. 

What I’m not used to is the pull towards something specific. Someone specific. Hades.

I drop my head against my pillow with a groan. I’m not sure what makes me want to fight my own instinct to go to the man; there’s no denying that he makes me feel something I haven’t quite gotten used to yet, and I’m man enough to admit that it scares me. I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment before I can no longer stand being still. 

My pacing does nothing to slow the pounding of my heart, and I find myself out in the hall before I even realize what I’m doing. I take longer than I’d care to admit to gather the courage to ask Erebus where exactly I can find Hades. The answer comes immediately and next I know I’m standing in the hall, looking up at Hades’ office door. I hastily attempt to fix my hair and smooth down the front of my sleep shirt. I clear my throat and knock, hoping that my face doesn’t betray the near panic attack I’m having. 

“Enter, please.” Hades' voice is soft, gentle. It makes some of the tension fall from my shoulders when I push the door open. My previous hopes are quickly dashed when Hades immediately stands, concern clear on his face. He gestures for me to sit, following me over to the couch and kneeling beside me. In any other scenario, I’d laugh at the way he still looms over me, but my mouth has gone dry. “Del, are you alright?” 

I can’t bring myself to speak. I don’t know where I’d even begin speaking. Hades’ fingers brush over the back of my hand and I almost pull away instinctively, but instead I turn my hand over to capture his. Why Hades is different, why his touch doesn’t make my skin feel tight and itchy, I’ll never know. I know I need to say something so I start with the only thing I can trust myself to say, “I had a nightmare.” It sounds so mundane when I say it out loud and I can’t bear to look at him, so I look at the ground instead. “I just needed to be here.” My own voice startles me, I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

There’s a spark of something in Hades’ voice when he speaks, something almost hopeful. “Away from your rooms, or..?” 

“With you.” I still hardly recognize that I’m the one speaking. “Here with you.” My chest tightens and I focus on the floor. I’m not used to being so... unsure of myself. I hear him swallow and prepare to be told to go back to my rooms. 

“How can I help?” Hades’ fingers are suddenly running through my hair and I can’t think. I can’t focus on anything except his blissfully cold skin against my scalp. 

What do I even say? I don’t even know why I’m here, let alone how he can help me. The only thing I can think to ask for is childish to the point of embarrassing, but I’ve come this far already. “Can you read me something?” I finally look up to Hades’ face and almost retract the request. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but he nods instead. 

“Of course. Do you have a preference? I could go to the library if-” 

I quickly shake my head. If I’m alone, I’ll fall apart. “Anything’s fine.” No point in anything but honesty now. “I just need to hear your voice.” The stunned look on Hades’ face almost makes me smile. If it hadn’t been the middle of the night and I wasn’t fighting a panic attack, I might have teased him over it. Nevermind that I probably feel more confused by my words than he does. 

I’m not used to it, needing someone. Is the honesty too far? Should I have come up with some lie to cover the fact that I’ve never felt as safe as I do sitting in his office? The notion is ridiculous, Hades and I are both adults who can handle the truth. No matter how shocking it may be. That, however, doesn’t stop the new panic rising in my chest. What if he doesn’t feel the way I do? What if I’m not as good at reading other people as I led myself to believe? What if-

I cut my thoughts off when Hades sits beside me. “Is this-” He starts, but I barely register the words before I lean against him. My body moves of its own volition, lifting one of Hades’ arms so I can curl into his side. I’m eternally grateful that he says nothing, just opens the book and begins reading. 

If you were to ask me any question about the story, I’d be at a loss for words. The only thing I can focus on is the way Hades’ voice washes away the last hints of tension in my muscles. I feel him relax, and I’m suddenly hit with how comfortable it all is. I can’t quite wrap my head around the idea that the most touch I’ve ever been comfortable with has been what is required in training or a spar. Yet here I am, with my husband reading to me after I had a nightmare and I’ve never been more at ease in my life. 

Suddenly Hades is draping a blanket over my shoulders, covering us both in the soft, blue throw. It makes me realize just how cool Hades’ skin really is, and how much I enjoy that. I try to focus on the words of the story, but then Hades brings his hand up to stroke through my hair in a way that seems almost unconscious. I have to bite down on my tongue to swallow whatever embarrassing noise was bubbling up from my throat. 

The longer we sit here, the harder it is to keep my eyes open and I’ve completely lost whatever story it was Hades was reading. Is this what it feels like to be in love? If I were more cognizant, the thought would have been enough to send me into another panic, but as I drift off against him, I can’t be bothered.

Hades shifts and drapes his arm around my shoulders and this time I’m far too exhausted to stop the quiet, little sigh from escaping. Through my sleep I’m vaguely aware of being lifted, carried by Hades towards my bed. I barely even stir when he gently lowers me into bed, just enough to be aware of his words but not sure if they were actually spoken or if it’s all a dream. 

“Good night, beloved.”

[dibella]

elf rogue elf rogue

[thespider-eats-thefly]

since i saw habits list i wanted to ask u what ur fav mosca/mascotas are!

Hmmm? Oh I have a good handful I like ::::}

69

13

58 & 30 (I feel like theyre a package deal)

92

36

01

191

71

176

87

81

59

27

For whatever reason, they all stand out to me ::::} of course, that can always change. Siempre estoy mirando~