#shadowwolfe

[shadowwolf146]

Okay I'm watching the c3 finale (I know I'm late sue me I've been BUSY)

And Dorian and his mom's conversation is breaking my heart. 💔

[pxrfqct]

Cant even send you another kitty pic! Guess ill just stare at the knife against your throat. Hmph! Anyways! Hope you had a good day, cutie patootie.

hoping i had a good day while denying me cat pics is crazy. i hope you step on a cat toy at 3am.

[saturnniidae]

Claire's codename suggestion of "Queen Death Viper 5000 of the Shadow Realm" really sounds like some variation of a middle school animal jam username

[paracosmcomics]

For those wondering what relevance John Barrowman has to my comic book, Shadow-Wolf is John, and I asked John (pictured!) if he was okay with me using him as a main character in my comic, and he said Yes! He can’t endorse it, but he is okay with me doing it because as he says it’s my artistic interpretation of him. It only took me since 2016 to finally ask him in person! For some reason it never occurred to me to ask him in prior meets even though I did try to reach out via social media and emails. Anyway, I’m SOOOOOO freaking excited and happy and now can really move forward with the comic and story…

[mykilljoyhq]

Last night I lived in a world without cringe or judgement and energized by Invader ZIM, MCR, and FOB

I made a sparkle dog OC

They’re under the cut(I’ll just be safe and warning for bright colors)

[firstrainofficial]

Shadowwolf

[shadowwolf146]

An update on my newest fanfic WIP, "It Ain't Over Til the Mockingjay Sings" where Katniss and Lucy Gray meet each other! (And no I didn't sleep lol, I got inspired and worked on this instead.) I'm making it into its own post separate from the idea post so I can tag and update it easier. Sorry for the confusion!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged when it's all done, (it'll also be cross posted to AO3 with a link back here) or if you'd rather be tagged in all the updates I make, or both! I'm gonna try and re-tag the people I tagged on the first post (and the ones who liked it) just for ease of access/visibility! Please feel free to comment if you do (or don't) wanna be tagged! Thanks, and enjoy the WIP! @gabrielekazlauskaite @thebatliestman @bogwaterrr @akin-toitall @isdango-tan @crowsaresocool @shewhowillrise @nixandtonic @nymph-of-books @boggyblazingmood @eeveeeeeee @thatbritishcanadiangirl @sugarhoneyice-t @crispycomicsscienceeggs @bio415 @jxtghost @insert-clever-username-1133 @the9thring @multiplefandommess

I don't know how long I've been dreaming, but unlike most of them, tonight's off to an odd start.

The girl in front of me is new though, that I know. I don't recognize her from anywhere in the waking world I can think of, but somehow she seems...familiar. I can't remember having seen her anywhere around during or after the Games or the Quarter Quell. And her face doesn't remind me of anyone I've met who's died. Not in the Districts, nor the Capitol. Though admittedly most of my time spent in the latter was not about sightseeing; not even on the Victory Tour did I really get a chance to meet people up close. And if I had met this girl in my waking hours, I don't think I would've forgotten her. She's pretty, in a down to earth kind of way, not like the flash and flair of the Capitol and certainly not the struggling, desperate looks I'd seen on many faces in the lower districts, including 12.

She's got dark hair, loose and long, curly and cascading down her shoulders and back. She's got dark brown eyes, that are currently calmly observing me as much as I am her. I see a sort of fire in them too, a lot like Johanna's, and even scarier, like my own; which is simultaneously a little worrying and somehow, strangely comforting. She's holding some kind of stringed instrument in her lap. But the most eye-catching thing about her is what she's wearing. Her dress is a long, frilly thing, with colors that are vibrant and remind me of Effie's makeup, of the Capitol. It's a rainbow, I realize. Reds and oranges, yellows and greens, all stacked on top of each other, ending in an ombre of blues and purples that would make Cinna's eyes light up.

“Well hello there,” she says, adjusting the instrument so it’s lying face up across her now crossed legs; her voice is calm, curious. She has an accent, one I remember my mother teasing my father about, when Prim and I were small. It sounds like District 12. It sounds like home. “And who might you be?”

She smiles, and despite the light tone, I can see the analysis going on behind her eyes. She’s sizing me up, maybe? Trying to figure me out. Instead of answering right away, I narrow my eyes at her and fire back a question of my own. “What is this place?”

She chuckles, bemused but not surprised by my meeting her question with a question. She shakes her head, sighs, and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, darlin’. I’m just as confused as you are.” The girl looks up and around then, at the area where we sit. I, with nothing else to do for the moment, follow suit. Everything around us is a dull whitish-gray, no color outside of our clothes and hair to speak of. No furniture is present, no pictures hang anywhere around. It’s…unfamiliar, detached from reality, even. It seems like somewhere The Capitol would love, the cold sterility and uniformity of the place seems like the perfect place for experiments.

Like hijacking. Some suspicious part of my mind supplies, as the girl turns back to face me. Like what they did to Peeta. Remembering those awful days in District 13, after the Revolution, sends a shiver through me. And then it hits me.

Peeta. Where’s Peeta?

There’s a pit in my stomach, my heart starts to race, and then I remember: I’m dreaming. I sigh, and the girl looks back at me. “Well, we may not know where we are, but we do know who we are, at least, I hope you do. Anyways, my name is Lucy Gray Baird, but most my friends just call me Lucy Gray. Nice to meet you.” She sticks out a hand, and I flinch at the movement, a holdover from, well, everything.

Embarrassment swiftly follows, but Lucy Gray, to her credit, and my relief, says nothing, just nods and brings her hand back to her lap, running it gently over the side of her instrument, a look of understanding passing over her face. My cheeks heat, and I can feel my face getting red, so to distract us both, I finally introduce myself.

“My name’s Katniss,” I say, hunching my shoulders a little, waiting for recognition to dawn, already leaning away from the comments I’m sure I’ll receive when I finish saying my name. “Katniss Everdeen.” I watch Lucy Gray’s face for a reaction, and she surprises me by not giving me one. Is she pretending not to know me? I wonder. Is this some sort of trick? Some sort of ruse cooked up by some higher-ups in the Capitol to get me to reveal myself? I search her face for a few long quiet minutes, barely holding back my discomfort, and then again I remember I’m asleep. This is all happening inside my head. I want to smack myself at my own stupidity, but I’m spared the brain-scrambling effects of my palm against my forehead by Lucy Gray’s voice, saying, “Katniss, huh? Beautiful name. We’ve got plants by that name where I come from. Technically they’re tubers, roots really, but if you cook ‘em right, they’re edible, even good in a pinch, like potatoes. Were your parents farmers, then?”

I shake my head, and then mumble the word: “Miners. My father was, at least. He taught me how to hunt and harvest plants in the woods near our house.” I laugh a little, the sound of his voice coming back to me from what seems like so long ago, it feels like a different lifetime. Lucy Gray is smiling a little, and so I go on, finish the joke. “He used to say, ‘There’s the plant I named you for, Katniss. As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.”

I laugh again, but it’s bitter, bubbling up past a sudden lump in my throat. The one that always shows up when I remember my father, when I remember losing him, and all that happened after. Lucy Gray laughs too, but hers is genuine, and warm. Like my mother, on her better days, before-

“My parents were Covey,” Lucy Gray blurts out, tugging the instrument in her lap upright and close to her chest, hugging an arm over it protectively. “This dress belonged to my mother. This guitar-(so that’s what it’s called)-was my father’s. At least, according to the others anyway. I had some older siblings too, but I don’t really remember them much. I was so young, and they were a few years older, maybe six or seven, by the time I was born.” Her voice takes on a bitter note. “Then, after the Rebellion in the Districts, the Capitol killed my father. By then, my mother had already died while having me, and my siblings must've passed soon after. So, all I have left are my cousins.” Lucy Gray sighs again, the noise wistful and quiet. It goes silent again, and before I can fill it, Lucy Gray perks up a little, a smile curling one corner of her mouth. “But they’re not so bad. We take care of each other, and we’re all related one way or another anyway, either by blood or by bond, so we’re basically a family either way. And besides, nothing to be done about the past, all we can focus on is living in the present, right?” I nod, but my mind has already begun to tune her out, stuck glitching like one of Betee’s propos, repeating the phrase, “After the Rebellion in the Districts, the Capitol killed my father.”

I shake myself out of it long enough to ask what I feel like I already know. “And where are you from, Lucy Gray?”

She smiles again, and says, “Well, Katniss, I’m not really from anywhere in particular. Like I said, my people are Covey. Meaning, we move around a lot, we’re musicians by trade. We used to live like that just fine for a long while, following where the fancy took us, until the Peacekeepers rounded us all up and made us settle.”

I’m not sure why, but my palms are sweating. I’m nervous to know her answer, but it seems that unlike me, she’s a professional when it comes to dodging questions. “So,” I say, curiosity turning into a biting thing under my skin, making me itch. I scratch at my arm absentmindedly trying to curb the feeling. “Exactly where did the Covey settle?”

She smirks, and some part of my mind says she knew I was going to ask her that. And then she confirms what my brain had already realized.

“Well, it wasn’t our first choice, believe me, but after we were all rounded up, the Peacekeepers just kept pushing, until eventually we ended up in District 12.”

——

I don’t really know why I’m so surprised by it. It’s not an uncommon story in any of the Districts, but especially the lower ones. Losing your parents young, being taken in by strangers if you were lucky, or the group home if you weren’t. Seems Lucy Gray was one of the lucky ones, to end up where she did, playing music and travelling around, even if only for a little while.

I think of my days and nights after my father’s death, young and terrified, mad with hunger. Back when the only thing that kept me moving was the thought of Prim wasting away to nothing. My mind conjures up days of empty bellies, of a few lucky breaks of bread or my namesake’s roots and fish, or berries, but mostly nights spent hearing the growl of Prim’s stomach (and my own) echoing off the walls of that house, bigger and emptier without my father’s soul to help fill it; and contrasts it with imaginings of warm fires, surrounded by music, food, and laughter.

I feel a tinge of jealousy, at first, until I remember what those times cost her: the lives of both her parents, and her siblings. Despite losing my father young, and in a way, my mother too, I had support. I had solidarity with (and worry for) Prim, that I wasn’t alone in my hunger. I had a little help, even, later on. From Gale and Peeta. Even during the Games, though that came much later, from Cinna and Effie and even Haymitch, in his gruff, alcoholic ways. They were sort of like my Covey. They helped keep me safe, keep me alive, helped me get back to Prim, to my mother. Helped Peeta and me back to each other. So a part of me is grateful that she was able to have light in her life, going through all of that.

My internal musing must show on my face somehow because she says, “Don't feel bad, sweetheart, you look like you've seen your share of hard times too. Besides, it's not a competition.”

That sounded like Haymitch, I think, with surprise. And then, before I can think about it, I hear myself say quietly, “I'm from twelve too.”

Lucy Gray’s face brightens, then dims. “Oh! Oh. I figured when you mentioned mining, but I didn't want to assume. I'm sorry. If it is-was-” she pauses, shaking her head, the weird liminal space of my dreamscape not really lending itself well to timekeeping. She shakes her head, keeps going. “If twelve is anything like I remember it, we’ve both had it rough.”

For a moment, Gale’s words from what felt like a hundred years ago, but that I know can only be a few years at the most, ring in my head. "Katniss, there is no District 12.”

I shiver again, the memory bringing the cold of that table in the hovercraft along with it, and this time, Lucy Gray notices. She frowns, brow furrowing, and scoots herself a little further forward, closer to me, concern practically written across her face. “You okay, Katniss? I don't think there's any blankets here, but I'm sure we can find something to warm you up.”

[ivynajspyder]

TECHNICAL SUPPORT JOINS THE TOURNAMENT @kirbyoctournament (just a little late haha)

Go to her blog here for lore and silly comics or send her asks!

NEW REF:

Name: Technical Support, but prefers to go by Techie

Bio: The younger sister of Holy Nightmare's Customer Service. Unlike her polite and smooth-talking brother, she can be rather rude and abrasive. She hates dealing with customers and blames them for breaking things. She tends to slack at her job and prefers doing her own tinkering and coding on the side.

She likes to tease her brother and cause problems for him. Really she likes to cause problems for anyone if it seems fun, but if you can appreciate a bit of chaos she's easy to get along with.

Background: She and CS are actually Nightmare's "children", and not just regular demon beasts he created. Why and how they were born is a mystery to most, including themselves, but Dr. Yeva was involved.

Abilities: She has the power to enter people's dreams, but not change them. She can give the dreamer the ability to lucid dream.

Likes: Video games, cute things, sweets, parties

Dislikes: Working, following rules, clowns

Other refs: (they're a bit older but still good. Mostly only her glasses design has changed)

(So there are technically two versions of this character. The other one belongs in the 'verse created by ShadowWolf many years ago, but they seem to have moved on to greener fandoms so I made a different thing for myself. Her origins are a bit different there and she goes by Rin)

[paracosmcomics]

Updated Dark Mirror Cover due to printing issues with it being too dark! Hell of a learning curve about print processes and still yet to find out if comics will print okay now I have tweaked them.

Check out my comics www.paracosmcomics.com - buy digital on itch.io, read some of the comics on comic fury for free, support the comic on subscribestar and get access to extra art and bts stuff.

[larkspur-art]

orange and cherry in the style of the show! 💕

backgrounds:

shadowwolf on deviantart

bases:

mint-light on deviantart

SADKarasik

[shadowyinvestigator]

@dontreportrhyliecaterfly cannot be trusted

If you're someone in the Gacha community on Tumblr, you may or may not have heard of Rhylie the CaterFly.

I unfortunately don't have all the exact details of how this drama started but someone by the name of @9mysterybook6 can tell you all about it. She made at least over 50 posts calling Rhylie out for her inappropriate behavior and rightfully so.

@shadowwolfmemes has some key details of how creepy she has been towards her and one of her mutuals. ShadowWolf was conflicted on the fact that Rhylie flirted with her. The major problem is that despite being 18 years old, Shadow was still in high school. Here's the screenshot ShadowWolf sent me:

Rhylie, this is completely inappropriate. You knew damn well my friend is in high school yet you have the audacity to say "you're the right soulmate". You have some flipping nerve! You mean to tell your 21 years old...?

I've also tried to talk to Rhylie in private and this is how it went so far:

"I'm actually modest-"

Oh really? As far as I have seen, you have been anything BUT modest. If anything, your far from it. Immature is how I describe you. It is embarrassing how Shadow is an 18 year old senior yet shes more mature than you. Your in your fucking 20s.

"But I wish 9myserybook6 was egotistical."

Whats that supposed to mean, Rhylie? What the hell do you mean you wish shes egotistical? so that you can "expose" her like how she exposes you? Unlikely. It is embarassing how someone younger than you is mature yet you're not.

"I believe 9mysterybook6 belongs to hell and I belong to heaven."

What happened to being more modest? This seems more like you're putting yourself on a high pedestal, thats the complete opposite of modesty.

It is funny how you mention Mystery is being "immature", but I seen how you act. What 21 year old person would call themselves a minor AND adult at the same time? That sounds very suspicious if you ask me.

ShadowWolf told me that you expect minors to revolve their life around you and I believe it. Definitely giving off cult and groomer vibes.

"Indeed, it's not surprising and I am a copycat and a shamless person."

You dont say...

Thats so surprising... /sarc

"You don't have a choice but to make expose rant post about 9mysterybook6?"

That is so fucking rude! That is the exact equivalent of telling me my opinion doesnt matter and for you to urge me to do your bidding is not a good look on you, Rhylie.

Imagine if youre having a disagreement with a friend about which restaurants you want to dine in and you go "you don't have a choice. Its either this one or there will be conflict." Thats exactly what you sounded like.

"That's bitch, can you please teach her a lesson that she shouldn't expose me."

No ma'am, Rhylie! Absolutely not! Like I said, I will not punish my friend for being uncomfortable around a pervert who expect a community full of children to worship her like a god.

I finally blocked her because this is enough proof that Rhylie doesn't deserve to have a place on Tumblr. Acting like this at the big age of 21. I'm at the same age as @shadowwolfmemes yet we have more maturity. How unfortunate and embarassing....

[kandorsino]

Da ich die letzten Tage mit @copper-minnow über unsere damaligen OCs für zwei ASOIAF MMFFs, die beide nicht wirklich was wurden, geplaudert habe, kamen wir wieder auf deine und @shadowwolf-liria Storyidee :D

da wollte ich kurzerhand mal nachfragen, wie die Lage bei euch so ist :D Seit ihr schon weit gekommen mit dem Worldbuilding, wisst ihr schon einen groben Plot oder nach was für Charakteren ihr sucht? :D

Hi,

Schön das ihr euch noch dafür interessiert (euch noch daran erinnertXD). Toll das ich und Liria nicht die einzigen sind die der Meinung sind das im GoT/ASOIAF-Fandom mal wieder was passieren muss.

Wir haben nach längerer Zeit, wo wir beide einfach andere Sachen in unserem Leben zu tun hatten, uns wieder an die Planung dafür gemacht. Wir haben uns schon Gedanken über viele Dinge gemacht und haben auch schon gute Teile der Website und des allgemeinen Worldbuilding gemacht, jetzt müssen wir halt noch Teile ausformulieren und in die richtige Form bringen

Im Groben werden wir die Handlungen der Serie aufgreifen und deren Entwicklungen durch die OCs beeinflussen lassen. Außerdem gibt es ein achtes Königsland, das einen eigenen Handlungsstrang bekommt und mit den anderen zusammenspielt. Wie der große Plot sich verändern wird, hängt aber natürlich von den OCs der Ersteller ab. Deshalb waren wir uns einig, dass tiefergehendes Plotten erst Sinn macht, wenn wir die OCs der Ersteller oder zumindest schon einmal die Konzepte haben.

Was eure (hoffe ich zumindest ) OCs angeht, haben wir relativ wenig Einschränkungen im Sinn. Es wird halt nach GoT-Manier blutig bis sadistisch. Also wird euer OC in dieser Umgebung überleben müssen. Ich persönlich mag es, wenn OCs einen neuen Blickwinkel auf Ereignisse werfen können und diese vielleicht beeinflussen können. Zum Beispiel liebe ich ja Charaktere aus Essos oder aus einer anderen wenig bekannten Region. Für unsere MMFF gilt allerdings, dass der Fokus auf Westeros und dem Spiel der Throne liegen wird. OCs aus dieser Region wären also vorteilhaft.

Wir würden uns natürlich freuen, wenn es auch eine Verbindung zu unserem neuen Königsland geben würde, aber das ist kein Muss. Genug Informationen wird die Website aber hergeben, sich da etwas auszudenken, wenn man will.

[missladyann]

quiz: »who would you be in a horror movie?«

create your own look here

find out what role you are here

inspo: hier, später dann @fredwinnie @bejeweldskeleton @bonnieeldritch @may-i-slither-in → danke an die letzten drei für den (erinnerungs)-tag 🤗

notes: offizielles scaredy-cat zertifikat? ✅. ich & meine turnschuhe stiefeletten gegen den rest der welt, bei wind & wetter! aber dass bei all dem chaos der schlüssel nicht verloren ging ... meisterleistung tbh 😮‍💨

*boop* aka wer will, wer hat noch nicht? @hannaleary @shineyfroggo @gavvaiins @katklicken @blueelixir2010-blog @shellyscosplay @penrosesister @frenzzino @copper-minnow @littlewritingmoon @freeserenemind @moonandstarshines @gr0wing-th0rns @dundunduuuuuuuuuun @shadowwolf-liria @elderbrownie @meetmedying @nyaheum @daydreamervalchen @annimagiclock @darkprincess-ff @aieviana @tashirojiima @wayfaring-schofield @the-doodo @reversereaction @mademoisellelana @guinevere-of-smiths

[businesscatfelix]

guy who probably went by shadowwolf online when he was a teenager

[shadowwolf146]

So....has anyone ever written a fanfic about Katniss and Lucy Gray meeting? Even if it's like in a dream or an afterlife thing? Cause I might be inclined to...👀👀👀👀👀

[ryttu3k]

Concept: as punishment for leaving her cult, Shar curses Shadowheart with lycanthropy. Much to Shart's horror, her Wolf form is a bit of a cuddle bug :P

No but I genuinely hc that Shadowheart is half-lythari but the Sharrans knew that her wolf form was a dead giveaway that she was raised Selûnite and so magically suppressed it.

First full moon when she really sits down and contemplates it, she gets a bit of a fuzzy little surprise :)

Here are a couple of fantastic Shadowwolf (Wolfheart?) fics! Howl by menzoberranyr is short, sweet, and uplifting. Nightblooming by Eglantine is longer and a bit darker and angstier, with Shadowheart really struggling with it at first, but has a lovely hopeful ending.