#wolves against the world

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St. Zacharias

Sasha had a lot of names in his life, few of them self-chosen. Growing up the son of a choleric miller and a traveller mother who seemingly abandoned him, he was looked upon with suspicion from an early age. He distinguished himself by being a brilliant strategist, ruthlessly efficient with zero patience for political asskissing and very comfortable with using his wolf-given abilities for violence. The Mad Mutt was one of the nicer names. If he had died a glorious death in the name of Christendom, he may just have been granted sainthood, like so many others with a questionable past. Except Sasha was just a bit too cynical to die a martyr. Having a good name after your death didn’t help you a whole lot if you died miserably, after all.

[thenefilim]

Review - Wolves Against the World (2024)

Quinn Armstrong follows The Exorcism of Saint Patrick up with the second film in his “Fresh Hell Trilogy”, Wolves Against the World.

https://www.voicesfromthebalcony.com/2024/09/02/wolves-against-the-world-2024-review/

[moviesandmania]

WOLVES AGAINST THE WORLD 2nd 'Fresh Hell' horror - trailer and release date

Wolves Against the World is a 2024 horror film in which two members of a defunct ultra-right-wing metal band reunite at the site where their bandmate took his own life. One sinks into depravity and grievance, one tries to atone for what he has done. What ensues is an occult battle of wills between two men who have done terrible things while one tries to lure the other back into the movement,…

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Afraid. They were afraid, all in their own ways.

Pawel (later Attila) has just been moved into a monastery to begin his training as a novice. He doesn't know anyone, barely knows why he's there. He's hungry and sore from a beating.

Matthis (Milo) is one missed meal away from running away, because he knew his family did not have the means to feed everyone and he was the most disposable. He wonders what's scarier - starving here, or on the road. He'll find out soon.

Zacharias (Sasha) is hiding from his father, as he often did. He's done his work, as best he could with an injured arm, but his father usually found things to be angry about anyway. Zacharias wonders where his mother is, and why she's not protecting him. It would take a few more years for him to finally realize.

Josef (Eike) watches the parade with his parents and the rhythmic bangs of military boots make him nauseous. He knows little of politics, but he knows his mother cried when the election results were announced, and that father had spoken about leaving the country. The year is 1933.

What was your OC like when they were seven (7) years old?

(This prompt brought to you by Tumblr letting me know this blog turned seven today.)

[mironovs]

i hate how entitled I end up feeling bc this is my sentiment but . Really really resenting that my parents aren’t going to help me with school or rent or anything while they super can

[carefulfears]

txf30 day 4: favorite dynamic (besides the obvious): scully/mulder/skinner

y’all mind if i ramble for a second?? there are so many connections that are so important to this story, but i always come back to these three. i think everything does.

i say that memento mori is the most loving episode of the series, but when i think about that one, it’s not even the kiss in the hallway that stays with me. it’s skinner coming in to work, the first time scully was in the hospital, and finding mulder sitting in his office. and he’s just been sitting there. bypassed the secretary (lol), and just sat and waited. he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.

and the way that skinner tells him, no. don’t do it to yourself under any circumstances. that he is not to risk himself to try to save scully. ultimately, it’s not mulder that made the deal with the devil, it’s skinner who didn’t follow his own advice. (gave up everything he has, to save them both).

and these are just two weirdos who work for him in the basement!! he doesn’t owe them anything. but he’s the one there, at the end, no matter what. he’s the one who comes to get them when they’re hurt, or lost, or need help. they’re his emergency contacts, the people who show up, the people who advocate for him. the people who know him. (the bigfoot division are a.d. skinner’s silly rabbits etc etc etc)

in iwtb, after six years away, it’s skinner who comes to get scully, on the side of the road, next to mulder’s flipped car. tells her that they will find him, that he’s okay, to breathe. it’s skinner that holds mulder on the ground, in the end.

when mulder went back to bellefleur, it's skinner that scully sent with him. that girl has never trusted a single soul to so much as breathe mulder's air, but "i won't let you go alone," is immediately followed by skinner packing the car.

like trish said last night:

i think telling scully he "lost" mulder was the hardest thing he ever did. skinner loves mulder too, but mulder is scully's entire world. and this time around, he won't let scully be alone the way mulder was.

(and the kindest thing scully ever did: squeezing his hand, saying "i already heard.")

(skinner returns the favor: he tells mulder about william, so that scully doesn't have to.)

my favorite moment in requiem is the final scene, the two of them crying together. the only two people. the only two people who know.

when she tells him that she's pregnant, he's the first to know. the only person to know, for most of her pregnancy. 18 years later, he's still the first person thinking of their baby, looking out for him.

honestly, it always comes back to sein und zeit for me. when after 7 years, after 27 years, mulder says that it's just too much, and he wants to go home. he wants time away from work. the sequence in the car: mulder in the backseat, skinner behind the wheel, scully on the passenger's side. for so many years, mulder had to be searching, so that he wouldn't be alone. but now he stands in front of two people who love him, and admits to needing a break. to wanting it to stop. he's guided, he's guarded.

skinner is a hardass. it's not easy to manage their madness. it's not easy to write the footnotes, to be the person waiting, in this particular story. but like he tells mulder, 14 years after they last worked together: not a day goes by where he doesn't just wish they were there, trying to make things better.

[janmatttommy]

Beautiful Wolfie 🐺

Matthew Greywolf | POWERWOLF

[gothsuguru]

wolf imagery my utmost beloved

[wotb-blog-2024]

Idea: WoTB tarot cards

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I’m about a month late but I couldn’t get this out of my head. Let’s ignore that Sasha is terrified of water and Milo gets seasick, that’s different universe.

Attila is a Coelacanth, because he’s the embodiment of „wait, you’re still alive???“

Sasha is a Sturgeon – not very flashy, but nothing to underestimate.

Milo is a Lionfish, attention–grabbing and dangerous.

Eike is a Rainbow fish because he’s cute and people don’t think he’s up to much but keeps the place together.

[redwingedwolves]

# Tag List #

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General

💚 #mike talks🐺💬 ~ text tag

💚 #snarls and growls🐺🗯 ~ vent tag

💚 #.answering howls🐺💌 ~ ask tag

💚 #painted pawprints🖌🐾 ~ art tag

💚 #written pawprints🖋🐾 ~ writing tag

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Blog

💚 #thinkin' 'bout you and me🐺💭 ~ imagines tag

💚 #and that's my gueue🐺📣 ~ queued posts

💚 #us against the world🐺💢 ~ negativity tag

💚 #sending you my love🐺🫶 ~ positivity tag

💚 #odds and ends🐺🖇 - miscellaneous tag

💚 #ask and ye shall receive🐺❔ ~ ask games

💚 #of games and things🐺🎰 ~ reblog games

💚 #tw: | #cw: ~ trigger tags - fill in the blank

💚 #tastes like spice🐺🌶 | #mdni ~ suggestive/what it says

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Selfship

💚 #the wolf🐺🐾 ~ s/I tag

💚 #the birb™🧡💕 ~ Keigo tag

💚 #hot stuff💙🔥 ~ Dabi tag

💚 #-🦅 ~ posts by Keigo

💚 #-🔥 ~ posts by Dabi

💚 #winged wolves🐺🦅 ~ me/Keigo

💚 #hell hounds🐺🔥 ~ me/Dabi

💚 #flying devil dogs🐺🦅🔥 ~ me/Keigo/Dabi

💚 #i ship it like fedex🐺💟 ~ other's selfships

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[rise-my-angel]

Me writing this new chapter like, I hope yall are sick of girl boss fully independent sassy badass girls who love to take charge. Cus I go hard in on the "Love doesnt make you whole, but the right love can help heal you where it matters" kind of relationship. I get the modern audience independent woman trope, but we are not writing this fic and pretending as if theres anything wrong with letting a caring, loving male partner take care of you when you need it.

I honestly just came up with the main plot ideas for HotGW and went "Okay, so the reader can fight, use a sword, shoot a bow, and wears armour. But do not be mistaken. She is NOT a badass. She is NOT a snarky girl boss queen that kicks men's asses. She is a grouchy house cat 90% of the time. Just glaring while being picked up by her owner against her will because shes too stubborn to admit she likes it when she gets cuddles."

[redwingedwolvesafterdark]

# Tag List #

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General

🧡 #mike talks🐺💬 ~ text tag

🧡 #snarls and growls🐺🗯 ~ vent tag

🧡 #.answering howls🐺💌 ~ ask tag

🧡 #painted pawprints🖌🐾 ~ art tag

🧡 #written pawprints🖋🐾 writing tag

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Blog

🧡 #thinkin' 'bout you and me🐺💭 ~ imagines tag

🧡 #and that's my queue🐺📣 ~ queue tag

🧡 #us against the world🐺💢 ~ negativity tag

🧡 #sending you my love🐺🫶 ~ positivity tag

🧡 #odds and ends🐺🖇 - miscellaneous tag

🧡 #ask and ye shall receive🐺❔ ~ ask games

🧡 #of games and things🐺🎰 ~ reblog games

🧡 #tw: | #cw: ~ trigger tags - fill in the blank

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Selfship

🧡 #the wolf🐺🐾 ~ S/I tag

🧡 #the birb™🧡💕 ~ Keigo tag

🧡 #hot stuff💙🔥 ~ Dabi tag

🧡 #-🦅 ~ posts by Keigo

🧡 #-🔥 ~ posts by Dabi

🧡 #winged wolves🐺🦅 ~ me/Keigo

🧡 #hell hounds🐺🔥 ~ me/Dabi

🧡 #flying devil dogs🐺🦅🔥 ~ me/Keigo/Dabi

🧡 #i ship it like fedex🐺💟 ~ other's selfships

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[ohnonotthehorrors]

Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?

[monstersflashlight]

Day 17. Monster-kinktober: Full moon + Swallowing/Cock Warming

A/N: Inspired by this post by @davinawritings. Also sorry (not sorry) because I feel like this is the 4th werewolf this month but I just fucking love werewolves. Enjoy!

Werewolf x fem!reader || cock-warming, teasing, oral sex, (lowkey) dirty talk

Your boyfriend usually had an incredible stamina, but full moon fucks were out of this world. You always ended up exhausted and so fucked out you couldn’t sit properly for the next couple days. Thanks the goddess it only happened once a month or you’d be fucked… in a bad way (and in a good way).

That’s why you don’t act surprised when he appears in the door of your home office, a huge erection in his gray sweats and the biggest smile on his lips. He looks obscene like that, your wettest of dreams… and he’s all yours.

“You know I need to prep you so you are ready for the full moon tonight,” he offers as an explanation for his sudden appearance.

“I know you do, but I can’t do it right now, I have work!” You try to argue, just for him to walk to you and pull you off your chair, sitting there himself and then sitting you back onto his lap.

You are still facing the computer, but the cock under your hot center is so hard and tempting that you can’t avoid rolling your hips to create a bit of friction. You groan and curse him for chuckling.

“See? Now you can do both,” he smiles and kisses your neck as you try to focus your attention back to the screen.

His hands pull your legs apart as he starts rubbing your clit slowly over your pants. You try to focus on your work, but you are completely unable to read a single line on the email because he’s so distracting. It’s not your fault that dating a werewolf has turned you into a desperate mess every time his dick was involved. He shouldn’t be so good at it if he wanted you to be normal about it.

“You are distracting me!” He chuckles but doesn’t stop, his fingers pressing hard against your clit through the fabric, so good, but not nearly enough. “Ugh, fine. Let me take the pants off first at least, I don’t want them ripped open like last time.” You tell him, your hand stopping his when he tries to open your pants to slip his hand inside.

He laughs at your acceptance, caressing your ass as soon as you uncover it. Your tiny thong doesn’t get the best of treatments, being ripped away in one fast movement before you can take it off. Fucking wolves.

He keeps moving his hand in the way that drives you completely insane, his fingers probing and touching, rubbing and fingering… You are dripping wet around his hand and trying to respond to the damn email. He doesn’t say anything, but he starts breathing harder and harder behind you, his hips pushing up in tiny thrusts that tease you with the promise of a good dicking.

“I need to work,” you remind him, frustrated in every way possible. Especially sexually.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop. Let me just…” You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and then something pressing against your pussy.

“Don’t you-” Your phrase is cut short when he pushes his dick inside your wet heat and you groan. “Fuck, okay, but don’t move, I need to work.” You remind him, again.

You’ve played cock-warming before, he loves to feel you stretched around him, and loves even more when you fall asleep with him inside of you, so he can fuck you as soon as he wakes up. The little somno fantasy was one of yours, but he indulges in it more than enough.

He kisses your neck tenderly. “Okay, honey, I’ll be quiet and still. Do your thing.”

But he’s neither quiet or still. He moves his hips in tiny circles, he “accidentally” rubs your clit with his thumb with the excuse of readjusting your hips for more comfort. He caresses the insides of your thighs until you are panting, his dick buried inside of you.

When you let out a groan, he chuckles, his finger instantly finding your clit and rubbing it until you are coming apart over him. He doesn’t come, he doesn’t say anything. He just stays inside of you as you try to re-focus on the work.

It takes you twice the amount of time as it should to answer all the emails. You know you won’t be able to focus anymore with him there, especially being a full moon. Without saying anything, you stand up before him, his dick still hard as you turn and look down at him. He looks wild, his eyes unfocused and his dick leaking profusely. He’s feral in the prettiest way possible.

He looks at you with reverence. “Please, please, please, honey… I need, I need…” He doesn’t get to finish his phrase, your brain already knowing exactly what he needs. Your pussy is not ready, but you have other perfectly fine holes, and his dick always tastes better when he’s been inside of you anyway.

You fall to your knees in front of him and smile at his leaking cock, your lips coming around his tip instantly. His hips move imperceptibly under you, trying to remain as still as possible as you suck him slowly, drawing his pleasure until he has tears in his eyes and you feel like a goddess. He doesn’t say anything, tries to remain in his best behaviour as you swallow around him, making him moan your name in a filthy way.

“Do you… Can I? Are you gonna swallow, honey?” He asks.

You nod around his shaft, your hand squeezing on his knot as he cries out over your head and spills his seed deep in your throat, making you choke slightly and pull out. It always amazes you how much he can come during the full moon. He ends up coming all over your chin and tits, making a mess out of you (like always).

“Fuck, you look indecent like that,” he says in the most broken way he can muster. You smile, your tongue darting out to lick some of his come out of your lower lip. He groans and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking you to the bed, his dick hard once again.

Full moon days are awesome.

(You don’t get to go out and run under the full moon because by that time, your pussy is already overflowing with his seed and you are so exhausted you pass out… with his cock still inside of you.)